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swtorramblings · 3 years

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Koth and Vaylin as Emotional Spectrum Lanterns by @fleeting-sanity

Fleeing from her newly incarnated and empowered father, Vaylin encounters someone who might, in his way, be more terrifying.

Not that she will ever admit it.

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She reached space and screamed once again, this time in frustration, imagining that the entire galaxy must know of her shame. She should be bringing fear, not succumbing to it. It was too much. Even knowing that she had weakened him, that he was vulnerable, she could not bring herself to return. She could not risk the future she had seen, her mind and spirit obliterated, leaving only an enslaved husk. She warped space, and was gone from the skies of Zakuul. Ashamed, but safe. Until he reached out and found her. She knew he would, and soon, and began planning where she would go next when the ship arrived. She took a deep breath in the ring-generated life support field. It was a small Zakuulan shuttle, not the Fleet, not her father. How it had followed her? She didn’t know, but there was nothing to fear from such a craft with all the power at her command. She flew to the window to see who had the gall. She was so out of sorts that she didn’t notice the ship was glowing a soft purple. She let out a breath when she saw who it was. That weakling would be no threat. She broadcast to a frequency she hoped he could hear. The ring had an amazing number of uses. “Vortena? Is that you? How did you find me?” He waved from inside the cockpit, smiling for some reason in the face of an uncertain future, but apparently heard her, replying, “Yeah, Princess, it’s me.” She ground her teeth and said, “Empress.” The grin disappeared, replaced with a look of, what? Pity? Condescension? Then he continued, “No, sorry, Princess. Valkorion’s back, and he took everything away from you. From all of us.” She laughed into the void. “What, and that makes you sad? I heard you wanted him back. That you only left because my brother gave you an order you didn’t like.” He had to wonder how she knew that. He’d have to look into it. For now, he just said, “That was then. I know what he is now. As bad as you are, he’s much worse.” “I’ll grow into it.” “I’m here to try to make sure you don’t.” “Ha! What do you think you can do to stop me from doing whatever I want?” “Well, what I’d like to do is talk. I don’t think you ever wanted any of this.” “Talk? You weakling. And no one has ever cared what I wanted, so I took what I could.” “Yeah, about that. You weren’t prepared. You just did what you could to lash out at everyone you thought had hurt you. I get it, now. Oh, and one more thing.” She had begun to power up, preparing to obliterate him and his ship. He had to see that. “And what’s that?” “I’m not weak, Your Highness.” Her blast had the desired effect. His ship flared brightly for an instant, and was gone. She smiled at what she assumed would be silence and solitude, but was quickly disappointed. “Fear.” It wasn’t Vortena’s voice, and she understood her mistake. The cage appeared around her, pulsing with indigo energy, a match for her prison on Nathema. Then she finally saw him clearly, wreathed with the same indigo glow, having changed to a Lantern uniform similar to her own. Because, of course one had found him. Koth, looking at what his ring had done, looked at it and said, “You did that, and you’re supposed to be about compassion?” At first, he thought Vaylin was screaming in the construct, but she wasn’t. She was laughing. She had conjured a pair of golden lightsabers and sliced her way out, then hurled one at him. “Did you think that would stop me?” “Hey, Princess, that was my ring’s doing, not mine.” He blasted the approaching blade off course with an indigo ray, then asked, “Why didn’t it?” She flew towards him, preparing to cut him in half, but then stopped short, drifted away from him. She wanted to think about that. There was a time it might have stopped her, not even that long ago, or at least caused her to hesitate. Not any longer. She finally said, “Because it’s a fear, but not the fear. Not anymore. It’s something I left behind a long time ago, the helpless girl in the cage.” “That’s good, right?” He looked at his ring. “Right?” It remained silent. She grinned at him again. “Not for you!” She lunged. He knew too much. He had hurt her pride. He had to die. She deflected the indigo blasts he launched at her, trying to slow her down, reached him, the point of her sword cracking the energy field just over his heart. “I hear you have a big heart, Vortena. I aim to find out!” He sighed. She terrified him, but he still felt something for this monster that was trying to murder him. He really hadn’t wanted to do this, but it was better than either of them dying here. “I’m sorry, Vaylin.” “Sorry?” She sneered as the cracks grew. He would be dead very soon. “For what?” “This.” His ring pulsed, and she found her hand dragged away from him, the lightsaber dissolving, chains forming around one wrist, then the other. Then her ankles were chained, and they wrapped around her body, her mouth, her eyes. How many crimes had she committed? How many had she hurt? How thick and long would the chains be? And would she be strong enough to survive feeling for all the pain she had caused? Koth hated this, and wondered again what kind of “compassion” allowed for such a thing. He also knew he couldn’t win this fight. That was half of why he had wanted to talk her down, convince her that there was another choice, but she hadn’t given him the chance. She had taken to her ring like an octowhale to water. He was still tentative, resisting some of his ring’s powers. Including this one, but it might be the only way. This time, she really did scream. For the pain she had caused, for the rage that had driven her. He considered ending it there, giving her a quick death rather than put her through more of this, of the life she would lead afterward. Then, the chains cracked, began to shatter. He flew back just in time to avoid the explosion of yellow light. Strong enough, it seemed. He was actually relieved that she had freed herself. Now to find out what it meant. She drifted, her eyes closed. “Princess?” “Don’t call me that.” “Hey, I said I was sorry. You didn’t leave me much choice. Are you all right?” Her eyes opened, that same angry yellow, her passions still driving her, and she grinned at him. Again. “I’m fine.” How he was coming to hate it when she smiled. Hundreds of yellow spines erupted from her ring, surrounding him, pinning him in place, giving him no way to escape. She wasn’t smiling as she flew up next to him, close enough for him to feel her breath on his face if there had been an atmosphere between them. “All right, can we still talk about this?” “So, what was that? Guilt? I don’t like it.” “Compassion. And I was desperate.” “You’re still afraid of me?” “Oh, yeah. You are one of the top three most terrifying things in the galaxy. You give me nightmares.” “Good. Stay afraid. And don’t try that again.” The spines dissolved into space, leaving him free. “You’re letting me go? Just because I said you scared me?” She actually laughed at that. “No, not just that. I won’t say it didn’t feel good, I needed someone to be afraid. But, I felt it. You hesitated. You knew I might kill you, might kill your loved ones, and you still hesitated. Why?” “You’ve had your mind messed with enough.” She spat. “Pity?” “I told you, compassion. You’re not this thick, Princess.” “Weakling. Fine, though. I can’t beat him alone. I know that. You’re a fool, but I think you may be the only fool I can trust. It’s not easy for me.” “I know.” “Let’s see what we can do to bring him down, then. His reign has lasted too long as it is.” She turned and disappeared in a flash of yellow light, but not before leaving her destination, glowing yellow in Basic. He smiled. He’d hoped for more, and expected less, but it was a decent start.

#Vaylin #Koth Vortena #KnightsoftheEmotionalSpectrum #swtor #fic

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swtorramblings · 3 years

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Oh, great.

Let’s say I take the Emotional Spectrum SWTOR story to its logical ending.

By, “logical”, I mean, of course, that the forces of good (arguable in some cases) prevail. A family is reunited, and they find even more family to help defeat the Emperor. Like that.

So, Valkorion is defeated, and the Orange Lantern needs to pick a new wielder.

May finally fix that broken horn.

#Gault Rennow #KnightsoftheEmotionalSpectrum #it's funny how easy it was to find a gif that fit this thinking so well

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swtorramblings · 4 years

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That’s No Sun

Vaylin attacking Odessen by @fleeting-sanity. Thanks as always.

Koth, Theron, and Sana-Rae lead the forces of the Alliance against Empress Vaylin, unbound and with the extra power of a mysterious yellow ring. What can stop her now?

Part 7 of Knights of the Emotional Spectrum, taking place after the fight between Arcann and Thexan. 1,188 words. Chapter List

Koth sometimes got up before dawn to work on the Gravestone. The crew didn’t like early mornings, so it was quiet, and sometimes he wanted some time alone. He’d been in the military most of his adult life, so that was a bit of a luxury. This morning, he was giving the bridge a thorough inspection. He must have lost track of time. As he pulled himself from under the consoles, through the windows, he saw that the horizon was becoming tinged with yellow. He smiled and decided to take a break and greet the sun on the landing platform. He got to his feet, yawned, stretched, and began to head outside when he saw it. The chronometer on the wall. It was still at least an hour until dawn. He grabbed a pair of macrobinoculars as he raced outside. Looking into the light, he quickly found the source, and all the blood drained from his face. He hit his communicator. “Theron!” He came back quickly. Probably couldn’t sleep, either. “What is it, Koth?” “We’ve got a problem!”

She had flown from Nathema to Odessen faster than any hyperdrive, smashed orbital defenses, plummeted down through the atmosphere. She reached the base in moments, knowing there was nothing they could do to stop her. The defensive weaponry turned to try to fire on her, but she was too small and much too maneuverable, and she sliced it from the base and sent it crashing into the mountain. She came to a landing next to the Gravestone and was immediately confronted by troops. And Koth. She was going to enjoy this. He shouted, “All right, Vaylin, that’s enough. I don’t know how you did that but…” She smiled and held up the ring for all to see. “Oh, I’ve got a new pretty to make up for what you took from me.” “You expect me to believe that some cheap jewelry is letting you do all this?” “I was hoping for more of a challenge, with my unbound power and the ring, you are all nothing.” “Perhaps we will do, then, Empress.” Vaylin looked past the soldiers in front of her. Stepping from the Alliance base was a tall woman, a Voss. She seemed almost serene in the face of certain doom. Vaylin did not like that. “I know Koth, here, I hunted him long enough. Who are you?” “My name is Sana-Rae, but really, that is unimportant. I have foreseen your coming, and have prepared.” Vaylin’s eyebrow lifted. “Oh, a prophet. Arcann was right about one thing, anyway, the galaxy would be better off without you. How could you possibly prepare for me?” “I have my ways.” With that, lightsabers, dozens of them, burst to light in the dimness behind her. Red, blue, green, gold. More. Representing Sith, Jedi, Zakuul, smaller traditions from all over the galaxy. All bound together, learning from each other, and united solely against her. They surged forward with a shout. Simultaneously, the soldiers opened fire. Vaylin grinned. Finally, a challenge. She used her ring to conjure a pair of lightsabers of her own and also charged.

Theron had arrived as well, but held back. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead as he concentrated. His own ring would not let him act openly, so all he could do was use its power in short bursts to protect the Alliance from the worst of her attacks. Sana-Rae had told him not to worry, but he didn’t know how long he could keep this up before Vaylin had killed them all. He had to wonder, was her ring really more powerful than his? It seemed to hear that and said, “No, Green Lantern of sector (error error error), she simply has more to fuel it.” An answer that was no answer at all, or at least not one that offered a solution. Still, he would push himself as long as he could. Then, suddenly, the tenor of the entire battle changed.

Senya emerged onto the platform to see the carnage, her only daughter in the center of it. She walked into the fray, avoiding lightsabers and lightning, having only one goal. Her own lightsaber remained at her waist. She knew that if she needed it now, it was over, anyway. When she was close enough, she filled her lungs and shouted, “Stop!” Amazingly, the combatants heard, and hesitated. She glimpsed Sana-Rae. She seemed to have smiled, just for a moment, and turned away. Vaylin turned to face her, panting, sweating, exhilarated. Senya saw the destroyed planetary defense weapon, the injured, or worse. She could have leveled the base, she was sure of it, though she wasn’t sure how she knew. Instead, she had wanted to test herself. Her pride was always a weakness. Now, though, Senya wondered if it was misplaced. “Mother, it is so good to see you. Are you here to sacrifice yourself for them? You know that won’t work.” “No, Daughter, but you have to stop. Please.” “And why would I do that?” “Because you are better than this, and if you aren’t, you still can be.” “This again? You have no right. If you had just stayed, perhaps. But you are wrong, just like always. And you will learn to fear me.” Another voice rumbled, “No, Sister. We aren’t afraid of you, only for you.” Where he had come from, no one could say, but if Vaylin was startled, it passed quickly. “Brother. Good, now I have almost a full set.” “Sister, please, we don’t want to fight you.” “Why not? Do you think it will make your execution painless?” “Don’t you understand? Can’t you feel it?” Vaylin rolled her eyes as the two stepped slowly closer. “Feel what?” Arcann replied, “We love you.” Senya continued, “And we won’t give up on you.” Vaylin sneered at them, backing away. “You already did. You will again.” “Never,” they said together. Senya reached for her daughter. “Please. Come back with us.” Vaylin hesitated, knowing not to believe this. Hadn’t they each betrayed her enough already? Or was there hope of something better? Suddenly, the Commander’s ship arrived, weapons ready. Koth had been gathering up the troops and students, getting the injured to safety, but now he gestured for the still able to prepare for another fight. Lord Bak’kus and Lana Beniko jumped down from the waiting ship and landed with lightsabers drawn. Bak’kus spoke first. “Senya?” “Please, Commander, it’s all right.” Vaylin laughed, and shouted, “No, Mother, it isn’t. It never will be. No matter what you do. No matter what any of us do!” “Please, Sister.” “No! You did something to me. I know it. I won’t let you change me!” Senya turned back, “We didn’t. We just told you how we feel.” “No. But we are done here for now.” Lana said, finally, “You don’t actually believe we’ll let you leave?” “As if you had a choice.” There was a dazzling burst of light, knocking them all off their feet and blinding them momentarily. All that was left of Vaylin was a slowly fading trail of yellow light.

#Arcann #Senya Tirall #Bak'kus (OC)#Vaylin #KnightsoftheEmotionalSpectrum #Lana Beniko #Koth Vortena #Theron Shan #tirall tuesday

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swtorramblings · 4 years

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game), Green Lantern (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Arcann (Star Wars), Vaylin (Star Wars), Senya Tirall, Koth Vortena, Theron Shan, Valkorion | The Immortal Emperor, Lana Beniko Additional Tags: Crossover, AU Summary:

The galaxy changes when a strange set of rings travel through time and space to find new wielders.

This thing seriously took hours to get under control and have everything up on AO3 finally. Still needs some chapters in between the written ones, but it’s getting there.

#KnightsoftheEmotionalSpectrum #ao3

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swtorramblings · 4 years

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crap.

So, a while ago I made one of those posts re-writing some line or other to be more to my liking, not even for use in a story, and had Arcann say to Vaylin, “We aren’t afraid. To tell you we love you.”

And now I’m writing a bit where she’s a Yellow Lantern and he’s a Star Sapphire in the Battle of Odessen.

The foundation was always there, I guess.

#yeah he's probably going to say that #tirall tuesday #vaylin #Arcann #KnightsoftheEmotionalSpectrum

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swtorramblings · 4 years

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Knights of the Emotional Spectrum - 9

Compassion

Indigo Lantern Koth Vortena by @fleeting-sanity.

Expanded the chapter a bit, and wanted to clean things up.

After getting the reports, Koth stalked angrily back to his rooms before he said something he might regret. It had been a miracle that none of the Alliance forces had been killed in Vaylin’s attack, but there were numerous injuries. She was more terrifying than ever, and Senya and Arcann, who had both pledged to end her threat, refused to fight. They showed up when it was almost too late and just talked to her. Told her they loved her. That maniac.

And maybe he shouldn’t be surprised by that, but where the hell had Theron been? He’d only turned up when the fighting was over, without any explanation.

Theron he would be talking to, but the strangest thing was, it had worked. A bit. She was still out there, still a threat to everything he cared about, and they were going to have to deal with her eventually. But she had backed down. He never thought he would see such a thing.

Why? How had they gotten through to her, even briefly? She insisted they had influenced her in some way, maybe some form of control like what Bak’kus had used against her. They both insisted that it wasn’t true, and he believed them.

So, what? She hated her family, and Koth had never wondered about that. She was a monster that wanted nothing but power for herself, he had always assumed she just didn’t want to share. After the battle, the Commander had seemed somber. Lana was as tight-lipped as always, keeping her opinions to herself. They had just returned from Nathema, an attempt to stop Vaylin from carrying out some task of her own. Obviously, they had failed, so of course they would be angry, but Bak’kus had, just for a moment, seemed to Koth to actually be sad, as well.

Angry, too, but not at Vaylin.

They had provided reports of the mission. Koth had never been interested in the stories of the Eternal Emperor’s family. All of them, he thought, were trash. Between them, since his defection, they had killed enough innocents, enough of his friends. Still, while he had the chance, he decided it was time to learn more. — He shut off the holo, leaving himself in the dark. He couldn’t look at Jarak’s face any longer.

He needed a drink.

It wouldn’t help.

Everything he’d known was wrong. However monstrous the children were, it was the father who was responsible for what they had become. Now when he thought about them, he could only see the eyes of that child, the day he holstered his weapons and walked away.

She might still have to die. Ultimately, Arcann might also. But if Koth had any say in it, it would be with as little pain as possible. They’d had enough, especially Vaylin.

He heard it then, whispering an offer. Power, but at the cost of any feeling but this. There was, of course, only one possible answer.

“Oh, hell no.”

The ring hovered for a moment, seeming to consider, before making its judgement. The people here were different, and it was one. And his feeling was strong. He was acceptable.

#Koth Vortnea #KnightsoftheEmotionalSpectrum

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