Everyone stuck waiting in the Taris apartment because that force sensitive weirdo from the Endar Spire said they were getting take out and not out playing pazaak
I'm doing these a little out of order, forgive me. I was playing one of my fave games again for the first time in years and I was thinking about how huge that abandoned apartment was and how everyone stands like a zillion feet apart from each other, so I wanted to imagine them all hanging out for once.
And i only listened to 2.5 hours of Taris Hideout 10 Hours drawing this haha...
Amnesiac Revan *complaining about a sith guy in the canteen*: You know, I gave him an incredibly sexy look, but he ran away muttering that I was going to kill him...
Carth *sarcastically*: I have no idea how this could happen!
I hate the shadow cursed lands. It's creepy and dark and it's making me look over my shoulder in my fucking room.
This is the bog in DAI, Taris in SWTOR, Feros in Mass Effect all over again.. Why are all my poor heroes (and as extension, me) have to go through these cursed lands?!!
"Alright," Taris said, signaling the sever droid to come refill her glass. "Your turn. Tell me something about the Polorians."
"Okay, let's see..." Sarro scratched at the back of her neck with a foreclaw. "When we're still hatchlings, we secrete a foul-smelling substance that was originally meant to drive off predators, but nowadays makes a very useful cooking aid."
Taris shook her head. "Yeah, no, that one's bullshit."
Sarro chuckled. "Caught me." She took a sip from her drink. "What gave it away?"
"You're well past hatchling age, and you still smell like shit."
"Oh, how DARE you!" Sarro's spines bristled with exaggerated indignation, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face.
Taris laughed, full and bright. "Okay, okay. My go. Humans have an organ that does nothing, except sometimes explode and kill us."
"No way. You'd never have gotten off-planet if your own organs were blowing up." Sarro's grin faltered as Taris's grew. "No..."
"Yup!" Taris lifted her shirt, revealing a faint scar on the side of her abdomen. "Called the appendix. Mine burst a few weeks after I left Earth for the first time, Doc Jackson had to go in and take it out."
"You're kidding. And every human has this exploding organ? How did you survive as a species?"
"Well, most of 'em don't ever actually explode. 1 in 6, maybe. And we've gotten pretty good at treating it. But that's not really important right now." She raises her still-empty glass. "You guessed wrong, so drink up!"
my actual reaction to Sudden Random Rakghoul I Forgot Could Jump Out At Me Bc I Haven’t Played the Beginning of Consular Storyline In About 4 Years now:
“OH MY GOD!! ER, HI!”
I don’t mic-record when I do gameplay bc I need the audio un...contaminated is the wrong word but you get me. I need to be able to hear the dialogue itself on playback bc I use it as reference while writing the fic but I lowkey wish I had been bc that would’ve been a hilarious vid to have up with audio
For those who don't remember, these two were involved in the "Reclaiming What's Ours" mission in Republic-side Taris.
Jaymizu Poh
Achitan
Jaymizu and her blustering brother, Relus, are looking to reclaim their family's lands (from 300 years ago) on Taris. When they can't get the Republic military to help, they turn to the player for help.
Of course, the player discovers that the squatters are a group of non-human's led by Achitan whose ancestors had an even older claim. Their land had been repossessed by the Senate at some point, apparently due to anti-non-human bigotry.
(Mind you, that would have been long before KOTOR1, much less SWTOR. There are VERY few examples of Republic anti-alien bigotry in the SWTOR stories.)
In my Halcyon Legacy, Ulannium Kaarz, my Barsen'thor, enountered these two and brokered a settlement.
And... i'm shipping them. I headcanon that both of them evacuate Taris when the Empire attacks, with Relus and most of Achitan's friends not making it.
And they find comfort with each other, eventually forming an organization to help refugees.