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char-lina · 11 months

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A little hot something about General Hesker. Wrote it several years ago, but still good memories.

Smut in the end, mdni.

She met him on Corellia. It was totally unexpected to fall in love during war and personal things like going through torture. Mutual compliments were a part of courtesy, but warmed her heart immensely.

***

Ilum. Hesker is about to make a fly to mission start point.

- I haven't realized you are a great pilot too, general.

- it will be an honor, officer

- Kilirian, please. We've been through a lot and I don't mind you use my name.

- very well, Kilirian. I thought your identity is classified.

- oh, no. It is erased. You won't find anything by my name if you ever tried. But best not to share my name too much, it's only for a short list of people.

- it's an honor, but may I ask why you decided to share it with me?

- maybe I tell you after the mission. Agree?

- As you say.

***

- Disable their generator and we'll come in heavy!

- you make it sound almost erotic, general.

- what?

- nevermind, it's a battle excitement. Here is your generator, have fun.

- good, coming!

***

After Battle of Ilum. Kilirian is so happy she barely keeping herself from hugging Hesker.

- I knew it would get more to kill you, general. It a pleasure to see you again.

- Likewise. (a bit confused by her attention)

- I'm sorry if I distracted you back then.

- that was interesting, but it wasn't the reason of my crush.

- glad to hear it. But I will try not to do it in future.

- Pity. You should know by now that nothing can distract me during the battle.

- oh, sure, what am I thinking.

- but your comments were a nice addition to usual pilot-chat.

- good to know, general. Next time I say something nasty I will know you like it.

- just don't get distracted too much yourself

- thinking of you is always a distraction... (she enjoyed his face expression a bit) Just kidding, general.

- I'm starting to wonder how you survived that far.

- you know I'm good in battle.

- saw it for myself, quite a view. The way you are... operating a sniper rifle...

- laying on my stomach. Definitely, quite a view.

- I... Think we should go to the moffs now. (he's totally embarrassed)

- of course, sir.

***

- Hurry to the hangar! I'm coming for you!

- promise me to say the last part once we alone. (trying to cheer up while running to the hangar)

- Are you alright, sir?

- doing my best, almost there.

- jump to the shuttle!

- here! Get us out! (once inside the shuttle she smashes the door shut and lean to a wall)

- five seconds to hyperjump! You're safe now.

- I love you... (finally relaxes)

- promise me to say that once we are alone.

- every time you want. (amused by this returned teasing)

- I really need to check you out. (still thinks she is in shock)

- it's nothing, just couple of burns and bruises.

- let me look at it. How do you even stand yet? Let me do something. (makes her to sit on some bench ant starts work on her injuries)

- you are too kind. I had worse. Killing the green jedi on Corellia after interrogation session was brutal.

- who were you interrogating?

- I was the one being interrogated.

- but why?

- it needed to be done.

- I admire you.

- I was hoping for more...

- are you still in battle excitement?

- no. I'm in my own mind. And I desperately want to kiss you, Hesker.

She reaches for him and he answers. Tenderly and carefully, trying not to touch her wounds. But despite his efforts to stay calm he gives in his desire and press her against his stomach. When they parted to get a breath she said:

- I was thinking of you since I saw you on Corellia.

- you were so beautiful in battle I nearly got shot first time in about fifteen years.

- well, who was distracted after all?

- I was hoping to see you again after that and then they said you were dead. And here you are again, alive and deadly.

She kisses him deep and passionately and at some point they start removing their armor from each other. When Kilirian sees Hesker's torso it arouses her so much she wants to worship every part of him. She kisses her way towards his belly and without pause takes his penis deep in her mouth. Hesker makes a surprised gasp and routhly entangles his fingers in her hair. Agent enjoys him for some time before standing up and sitting on his hips.

- I want you to take me as hard as you can. Please.

- anything you want, Kilirian.

He pushes inside her easily and she groans from the pleasure. They take a fast pace and he makes it precisely as she asked: hard deep thrusts without even a small pause and as she almost reached a climax he made several extremely strong pushes.

- yeeessss! Stars, you are so good.

- do you think I'm already done with you, dear?

- I wish you'd never stopped...

- sadly we're arriving soon, but I'm going to continue this after debrief.

- of course. May I finish this for you?

- you like it?

- I like you. That's the matter. Seeing you is just enough to make my knees weak.

- I've never experienced such a reaction from women.

- the just don't know how to look.

She takes his cock in her mouth once again and enjoys the feeling of him pushing in her until he comes hard. She drinks every drop from his tip and then stands to kiss him once more.

- I'm finding you after the debrief and we going to continue this.

- it's going to be the longest debrief ever. But duty calls.

- you alright?

- yes. A bit dizzy, but can't say from what really.

- I can. But as I said I had just started, my dear.

They hug each other one more time and put their professional masks before landing the shuttle.

#swtor imperial agent #swtor #general hesker #swtor headcanons #swtor fanfiction

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blackkatmagic · 4 years

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What if Jon is (like) a phoenix, and he really dies everey time... He has the scars bc he tries to stay alive desperately. And now I'm sad :( Off to reread The fox laughed low.

He pulls himself out of the surge of molten rock long after Kenobi's ship has lifted off, long after Durge and Ventress are gone. It sheets off of his skin, across new burn scars he can feel stretched across his back and shoulders, drips from scarred limbs and splatters the stone around his feet as he staggers away from the flow of lava, but—

But Jon is alive, yet again.

He collapses on a rocky outcropping, alone in the silence, and slumps over his knees, breath coming hard. Everything aches, but—not the raw ache of a burn. The steady, bone-deep pull of too many muscles reformed, too many bones regrown. It’s not a simple thing, coming back to life, and Jon always feels, a little, like he’s been wrung out, reshaped, rebuilt in the aftermath.

He died again. He died again, and he’d tried so hard to stay alive, tried not to suffer through that terrifying darkness one more time, but failed. Durge overpowered him, overwhelmed him before he could fight through the sheer power of the Dark Side that surrounded him. Jon had expected a fight, coming here, had known the Force was drawing him to Queyta for a reason, but he’d expected droids, regular soldiers. Not a Sith apprentice. Not an ancient bounty hunter so seething with hate and rage that just being near him had made Jon's head swim.

There's something he needs to do, he thinks vaguely, curling in on himself, tangling his fingers in his hair. There's—something. Nico was here. Nico was killed, and Knol, and—

Jon drags his thoughts back to Nico with a will, bleeds his grief into the Force as best he can, the tangle of it still raw and gaping. Nico died, and that means Tae—Nico's padawan, Nico's nephew, a telepath too strong for his own good, who’s always warm and passionate and cheerful even to Jon—is alone. Nico was Tae’s anchor, and Nico had mentioned, once, offhand, in a way that meant it was incredibly important, that he would trust the three of them to look after Tae if anything ever happened to him, above all others.

Something has, now. Nico is gone. Jon has no idea how long it’s been, but—it usually takes him several days to come back, if a death is particularly…thorough. Tae likely knows by now, and—

Jon was unprepared. Jon failed, and died again, and now the three people he would have called his friends are dead too. But unlike him, they're not coming back.

(The first time it happened, he was young. Some unknown age, but—young. He’d fallen from a high place during training, hadn’t been able to catch himself before the ground closed. Dark Woman hadn’t caught him either, and—

Jon still doesn’t know—will never know—if she tried and couldn’t or was just waiting for him to catch himself.

It doesn’t matter, Jon supposes. Either way he hit the ground, and died, and then woke up, back bruised all across his shoulder blades and up his spine, aching, but otherwise fine. The only permanent sign of the incident was one long scar down the back of his neck, where the sharp rock had killed him.

He’s been collecting scars ever since.)

Tae, Jon thinks again, reminding himself, gathering up the scattered shards of his thoughts. Piecing them together, building the picture of what he needs to do, and—he needs to get to Tae, because he might not be Nico, might not be suitable as an anchor, but Tae will still need help. He would have felt Nico's death, and Jon can at least provide comfort.

Taking a breath, Jon pushes to his feet again. He has no ship, no clothes, no lightsaber—as soon as he finds Tae he’ll need to make another trip to Ilum to secure a crystal. But—

Kenobi got the swamp gas antidote. The clone armies will be safe until the next attempt the Separatists make to kill them. Durge and Ventress are still out there, still dangerous, and Jon should go after them.

He failed, though. He died, facing Durge, but he was fighting alone. With Tae, powerful and clever, and someone else, he might be able to kill the man. Might be able to remove Ventress from play as well, and give the Republic and the GAR that much more of an advantage.

A clone, maybe. Jon hasn’t answered the Council’s summons, has refused to take up a position as a general, but one or two clones might be willing to help him. ARC troopers, maybe.

Jon's head is spinning, but he straightens, gathers himself. Raises his head—

Fay's presence sings in the Force here, everywhere. Jon's eyes burn, and his breath comes in ragged pants, and he aches.

“Fay,” he whispers, because he loved Nico, loved Knol, but Fay—Fay gave him himself, long after it had been stripped away.

Like a touch, like a push forward, the Force curls around him, and Jon breathes. Takes a step, then another, each motion firming, and reaches—

Space bends, folds, shifts, and Jon vanishes.

(Spread across his back, the burn throbs. It looks like outspread wings, wide and bright like flames against his skin, against all the smears of ash that mark him, as pale as scars.)

[On AO3]

#my writing #jon antilles #tae diath #in my head he goes to get tae #and rex is there #and together the three of them go on to save the galaxy with the power of found family #and dorks in love #in rex and jon's case #star wars #Anonymous #kat answers

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knightotoc · 4 years

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"I took care of them:" Lightsaber Color Transformation and Identity

Clickbait Title: Why Ahsoka's S7 Lightsabers are Blue

Very vague spoilers for Jedi Fallen Order (and Rebels and the KotORs) below! The JFO spoilers are marked if you want to skip them.

When Luke changes from a blue to a green lightsaber, it signifies both a break from Anakin (and Obi-Wan) and his own personal transformation. (And also, the necessity for the saber to stand out against a blue sky during the movies' first outdoor fight.)

Ezra's change mirrors Luke's -- he also moves from matching his master's color to carrying his own. His experience at Malachor, while different than Luke's at Bespin, was equally harrowing. Both students' fledgling understanding of themselves as Jedi were shattered -- Luke can no longer want to be like his father; Ezra has seen the power of hatred.

The thing which gives a lightsaber its color is its kyber crystal. The movies wisely avoid this mechanism, but the cartoons, videogames, and Disney parks can't get enough of it.

If you buy the lightsaber creation experience at Disneyland, they have you meditate to pick your color. (I didn't go for this, though I did buy Maul's which was more expensive and twice as big. Hey, he's magic and I'm not.) I read a Polygon article that described the meditation as a surprisingly sincere spiritual experience -- a real connection to a specific color. And I watched a GameGrumps where they discussed buying extra kyber crystals on Etsy so that they could have all the colors. You can even change the color yourself with some YouTube engineering.

(I should also point out that as I was messing with my Maul sabers the other day, one light randomly turned green for a second. The integrity of these Disneyland saber colors is fragile indeed. Or maybe I am magic.)

But could an in-universe crystal change color? Luke and Ezra just got new ones -- did the new colors just happen to reflect their new identities? Or did the new identities alter the color?

And what if you were taking care of someone else's?

The KotOR games are the richest example of using lightsaber colors for storytelling. Jedi tradition during this ancient time had the colors signify your specialization -- blue for the hardy Gaurdians, green for the wise Consulars, and yellow for the Sentinels with their, uh, miscellaneous talents. You can change your lightsaber color any time you like depending on what crystals you find in caves or boxes (and they've got almost the whole rainbow out there), but the rules of meaning are written for you to follow or break. Still, you couldn't change any crystal itself until ...

Darth Mom Loves You

... KotOR II. You CAN change the crystal you find at the darkest part of the cave back home on Dantooine -- indeed, you must! As your mysterious mentor Kreia explains:

"That crystal is bonded to you. Through you it acquires its character and strength. And through it, your power is enhanced."

This bonded crystal changes in two ways: its color changes to align with your morality (black for a dark side player, white for a light side player, and three -- count 'em -- shades of gray), and its glow changes to align with your level (below level 12, it is opaque; above level 33, it "radiates an immense amount of light, almost blinding anyone who looks at it").

It is a beautiful way to keep track of your progress in the game as your Exile regains their lost powers and redefines themselves in a scary new world. Especially since you can only change your crystal with Kreia's help -- you need to talk to her about it, go to the workbench, remove it, and hand it over to her, trusting in her guidance and wisdom and the eerily powerful bond you share. (I, uh, love this game.)

She takes care of it for you.

The thing is, this crystal does not affect the color of your weapon. KotOR lightsabers actually mash THREE crystals up in there -- one for color, two for power. Changes in your identity affect your weapon in a tangible, yet invisible way.

Of course, a blindingly bright power crystal doesn't sound especially sustainable -- no matter how fascinating your arc or powerful your bond.

An ad from the brilliant Jedi Academy book series.

***🎸🤖Spoilers for JFO🤖🎸***

JFO is a far more aesthetically-driven game than the KotORs -- not just because it's a lot prettier, but because the rewards in chests only affect your appearance, not your stats. You can find new lightsaber hilts in the same places you can find new ponchos. But unlike the KotORs, you can't find new crystals until you've been sufficiently harrowed. And then, suddenly, it's the most thorough rainbow of all.

You begin the game with the ability to switch between blue and green, with no connotations attached except what you bring with you. But after Cal's own breakdown on Dathomir -- a more internal struggle than those of Luke and Ezra -- and its continuation and eventual healing on Ilum, we are finally inside the mind of a Jedi as they build their lightsaber -- and choose their color. Cal holds his battered crystal up to the light, and as he turns it, we see a spectrum of seven colors, all contained within one kyber crystal. You pick your favorite and go.

His rejuvenation in the Force gives Cal the ability to choose the color of his lightsaber. And he found this crystal in the darkest part of a cave from his childhood -- just like Exile and Luke found theirs.

So is that ... how it works? Do you get to pick? Does the color emerge from your broken little wizard soul?

If any Star Wars media was going to argue that, it would be JFO, where visual customization is so dear.

***🎸🤖End Spoilers🤖🎸***

Skip Here for the Ahsoka Theory

Why do Ahsoka's lightsabers change to blue? Certainly, she has had her own harrowing experience -- but it wasn't followed by any caves nor rambling old ladies trying to get her in touch with her spirit. Just a smug young man and a knowing expression between the two of them. It's cute as hell but why did he do that?

She didn't change them blue; he did. Did he switch her crystals? Why? Do they really need to be replaced like batteries? (The ancient lightsaber Ezra found on Malachor still worked.)

He changed them blue to put his own spirit in them. He missed her; he wants her to stay. It's a symbol of a bond, like the orange helmets -- but while the clones changed their armor to match Ahsoka, Anakin changed her sabers to match himself.

Possessive, yeah. Sweet, sure. Pitiful, maybe. Especially considering the sabers' fate. And that almost all the other Jedi who switch their own saber colors move away from their masters, not towards them (except Luke in his battle on Crait in TLJ ... I could gush about that too, but this is already so long! It's certainly a moving parallel to S7 Ahsoka).

What interests me about these silly crystals is the possibility that they change along with their Jedi. "This weapon is your life" -- then what happens if your life changes? Or if this weapon becomes someone else's life?

What if he changed them blue unintentionally? His proximity to the crystals, his hopeless wish for her return, for them to understand each other -- Darth Dad loves her, too. From her, he acquires character and strength. And from him, her power is enhanced.

Of course there are no caves -- these are city Jedi. The cave is the dorm room. Home is a skyscraper.

He took care of them. They were not better -- they were just his. And she was not.

#the clone wars #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #lightsabers #jedi fallen order #sw rebels #kotor #lightsaber discourse #this weapon is your life!#disneyland jokes

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