#doctor eckard lokin

[tiredassmage]

let's get that tyr and lokin!!!

[Send me an OC + an NPC and I'll ramble about their dynamic]

First of all, I have an absolutely woeful lack of pictures of their interactions. Someone hold me back from doing another playthrough, and make sure they pay you well because it's going to be one hell of a job, lmao.

Tyr and Lokin are amusing because they speedrun their transition from antagonistic to mentor and mentee. Tyr was so absolutely close to shooting the man on Taris and being done with it, but, once they're on board together, Lokin's advice does become invaluable, even if it isn't always readily accepted.

Lokin is a piece of work on Taris and they spend equal time double crossing one another or only admitting part of the truth. He sets off a lot of red flags for Tyr and it's only incredibly begrudgingly that he lets the man aboard his ship on the grounds that he can't really afford to deny a potential ally, especially one who so quickly became complicit in his current operations.

Lokin benefits from being "on the ground" with him to watch his development in real-time where the Minister must rely on his after-action reports. He's got Nine's diligence and dedication made easily and picks up readily on the same thread the Minister's been worried about since his induction into the agency: underneath that facade of realism is an idealist. An uncompromising, quick on his feet idealist who knows the rules of this loyalty game that they play as servants to the Empire and has gotten a taste for testing what authority his successes grant him.

Within a few conversations, Tyr has settled with his particular brand of humor, shall we say, and Lokin is already picking apart what's making his latest partner tick. Of the two of them, Lokin's probably arguably the better spy on this parameter. He doesn't share the attachment issue that laces through Tyr's chest. Only spies would call their veiled discussions about the realities of operating as a Cipher "truth" and "brutal honesty," but it's that quick understanding of Nine's position that lulls Tyr into lending him an ear as a mentor.

It's not exactly trust. Tyr would not give him something as simple as his genuine favorite color. Lokin and Nine regularly discuss different methods for taking down targets, infiltrating locations, extracting information... They casually flirt with this danger over caf and the holofeed in the lounge without so much as moving their eyes from their cups or their screens, casually slipping the occasional threat that maybe they should try it on the other, maybe Tyr will still flush him out the airlock at the first given opportunity. Kaliyo thinks it's all an overrated game that involves far too much cloak and too little dagger. But Tyr does listen. Lokin doesn't have to pry far to find Nine's situational awareness is rather keen. It's the kind that'll make him enemies.

They will never admit the odd fondness that develops between them. Lokin feeds him this advice and engages in this odd dance of half-threats with him because he's seen enough people lost in this game of theirs and it's hard not to feel for such a bright young operative getting more and more entangled in the web, no matter how careful his steps. In this way, Lokin shows his fondness. In acknowledging and responding to his dialogues, Tyr returns it. He also still occasionally does the equivalent of bapping your pet on the nose with an empty paper towel roll when Lokin digs into the crew's business because Tyr believes his people deserve some level of privacy and he trusts them, Lokin. Get your nose out of where it doesn't belong, old man.

It's unlikely Tyr ever directly voiced his fondness for Alderaan, but I do like to jest that at least part of the reason Lokin winds up on Alderaan, of all places, is because Nine's fondness of it. In a lighter life, Tyr would have liked to spend more time there - part of a "retirement wish" that was little more than idle fantasy. It's a way to honor Nine, supposedly killed in the line of duty aboard Marr's destroyer, in the way he still remembers Twelve, despite their pitfalls.

In fact, one of the first things Tyr says upon seeing him again is a sharp, quick barb that fires off like lightning about stealing his retirement plans and celebrating his "death" a bit too earnestly. Dry smiles are exchanged over yet another flirt with their mortality. Leave it to Nine to outlive something as dramatic as a fleet's destruction. Tyr means it when he says he'll help an old friend, no questions. He still gives Lokin shit for sending him that close to a Sarlacc. Something about still trying to get each other killed.

In short, Lokin is protective in a way that makes them both look abrasive to outsiders, more likely than not. Tyr can't say he'd go to the man looking for emotional relief or understanding, but they do trust each other insofar as doing their duty. Tyr would describe him as "an acquired taste." And he's still one of the only medical officers Tyr will trust to do thorough examinations.

And if there's anyone still in his circle that might know about his relation to the former Keeper and Minister of Intelligence, it's very likely Lokin. He almost certainly has this puzzled out by the time they're settled on the ship. And he will be keeping that secret, in honor of their mutual old friend.

Tyr has a friendship with him that is very much... Tyr would still tear down buildings for him, but on the grounds that Tyr's the one with the rights to punch him in the face for being a piece of shit. And Tyr may not completely trust him, but I think Lokin will follow him wherever his ideals carry them until the galaxy finally puts one of them to rest - either in a proper retirement or the final embrace.

They'll still never admit that straight to the other's face though.

#answered #swtor #ch: tyr #eckard lokin #doctor eckard lokin #npc dynamics talks #doctor lokin #dot talk

[swtorpadawan]

Well...if you're doing it again. Pages 42, 173, and 210 for your dearly departed and presumably still cherished writing journal.

Thanks for this ask, @abysskeeper !

‘Bad Ideas’ - My Writing Journal - Is Dead So i can't show you guys the screencaps, since some of the notes on these pages may be used in future WIPs.

Having said that….

Page 42: This is a side project that i might never actually go through with. Star Wars in general - and SWTOR in particular - has not been kind to the Rodians. Most SWTOR Rodians are petty, selfish, cowardly and annoying, regardless of who they are or what they are actively doing. Sure, a few are antagonists, but strictly as patsies. That's my postion. Page 42 includes a list of the Rodians you encounter in the game, and how their characterization buries an entire species.

Page 173: So… my Halcyon Legacy differs veers greatly from the "canon" story post-Knights of the Eternal Throne. The canon story gives you the "Traitor" arc and the confrontation with the "Order of Zildrogg". Mine doesn't do that. Having said that, their IS a secret order, one that includes several established enemies from the game. (Remember "The Nathema Conspiracy" where some of the enemies are player dependent? That was cool.) Page 173 was an early list of characters for MY Order. MY Conspiracy. That's gone through some iterations since i came up with the idea, but several of them are still on the "current" list, and it discusses their motivations for plotting against the Eternal Alliance.

Page 210: This is a list of "random" headcanons for my Halcyon Legacy that didn't seem to fit in any other area. Most of it is boring, but some fun parts include various friendships that form between Alliance members. One example is Ashara and Guss, two characters who don't fit into the Jedi/Sith dynamic. They're very different, of course, but both are kinda outsiders. Another pairing is Doctor Lokin and Darth Malora, both of whom give off serious "mad scientist" vibes. I imagine two two discussing their experiments over tea.

Hope this is interesting. Thanks again!

#swtorpadawan asks #‘Bad Ideas’ - My Writing Journal - Is Dead #writing journal #rodians #the order of nathema #ashara zavros #languss tuno #guss tuno #malora #darth malora #doctor lokin #eckard lokin #doctor eckard lokin

[certified-anakinfucker]

20. Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

for darrash! <3

HIIIII HELLO HI HI HI

my blorbo. my boy. my guy. my little gender mongrel.

(from the weirdly specific asks)

20: Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person? (a) Hunter. He always agreed with Hunter's sentiments, and had verbally told him so before. He would have even helped him under the table had Hunter not decided to go the route of killing thousands just to prove a point. That's what he was trying to explain on the Tenebrous, before Hunter decided that mercy wasn't an option.

(b) Oh boy. Probably any given Moff. He respects being in charge of So Much, but he hates that power goes to peoples' heads and they start acting unwise. But it does make a nice Moff Hunting Season™ so hey, you win some you lose some you win some again.

11: If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference? Silly rabbit, you can't impersonate Darrash! Even when the Old Man gave up his beautiful plan to study Darrash on Tatooine through Mia, Darrash wasn't really acting like himself because he fucking hated Tatooine and was being a grump the whole time. If the Old Man went back to Intelligence and impersonated Darrash based on that, he wouldn't even make it to Dromund Kaas' orbital spaceport.

But if you really want to.. well, you'd just have to know him from day one. Darrash is a very unique blend of street rat and Imperial elite; he gets as far as he does because he knows how to blend in naturally - not like he's SUPPOSED to be there (an Imperial seeking to blend in) but like he's always been there (someone who legitimately grew up in these environments). His peers could easily tell he wasn't himself if he didn't offer a snarky retort at the orders given, or if he actually tried really hard on his assignments as opposed to just knowing how to not get himself fucked up in the process.

56: If they're scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear? Darrash would absolutely be seeking comfort from his loved ones.

Firstly, there is Vector. Vector would be his closest friend and confidant. His safe space, his lover, his most trusted companion outside of his own mind. This is his husband. His better conscious, his shining light.

Dr. Eckard Lokin and the Minister of Intelligence (formerly known as Colonel Tylado Bentismo, Watcher Seventeen, or Keeper) come afterwards as Darrash's adoptive fathers once he entered the realm of Intelligence. Tylado brought him in as a sort of pet project or guarantee for his promotion to Keeper, should he prove that he can create a top-notch operative for Intelligence and keep them alive with his remote guidance. He didn't count on accidentally gaining a reluctant son, nor actually seeing himself as a father. Darrash does fully trust him, not just implicitly, but genuinely. He loves him. He knows Tylado didn't have much of a choice once operations spun out of his hands, and Tylado is amazed that he is still .. well, alive.

Likewise, Eckard understands Darrash better than the Agent wants to admit. He's known him since his first day in Intelligence, having to conduct medical examinations and quickly learning that he needs to be heavily sedated beforehand. He doesn't like treating Darrash like an animal, as other officers have suggested, he sees Darrash as a genuine son. And Darrash, albeit feigning a grudge, sees him like a father alongside Tylado. (The two of them had been married for twenty years by the time Darrash came into the picture, and they both had their turns trying to raise and look after him without showing extraneous bias..)

Raina comes next, as Darrash's protégé and adoptive little sister. She's a tad rigid and rough around the edges but she means very well and is always ready to learn when she's made or experienced an error in her ways. She learns to trust herself first, and follow her gut in the field.

#oc tag | [darrash aron nealev] #i love how i add designations to my other agents when they have them #but darrash is just not getting his cipher nine tag #i am too lazy. but then again #i have been updating tags today #maybe he will #new darrash tag -> #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev / cipher nine] #and legate too :( #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev / legate] #FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES anywayyyy #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev / cipher nine / legate] #oc tag | [jasama menkie / raina temple] #oc tag | [colonel tylado bentismo / watcher seventeen / keeper / minister of intelligence / terminis] #oc tag | [doctor eckard lokin / fixer fifteen] #cheeri inquires #cheeri ocs #i need a swtor tag

[rakghoul-legacy]

Mina Cell's Legacy Class Story Cast

Mina Cell = Cipher Nine

Xodu Rha = Darth Kaelranzo / Sith Ally / First Agent of The Rakghoul Emperor

Kenjoh Lifshyn = Superior Officer In Rakghoul Intelligence / 2nd Agent of The Rakghoul Emperor

Minister Of Rakghoul Intelligence / Rakghoul Keeper = Minister Of Intelligence / Keeper

Qunge = Nem'ro

Draltar Sierkah = Karrels Jarvis

Sin'lupi = Toth'lazhen

Wurdrix = Fa'arthra

Braiko = Kaliyo

Dox Drad = Dheno Rey

Caz'dijo Kallig = A Sith Sorcerer That gets killed for threatening Mina Cell by Kenjoh Lifshyn / Then gets turned into a mindless servant of The Rakghoul Emperor

Sqirt-Tos = Caz'dijo's Khem-Val

New Rakghoul Keeper / Rakghoul Watcher Two = Keeper / Watcher Two

Darth Ontea = Darth Jadus

The Dragon = The Eagle

Darth Zhon = Darth Zhorrid

Arecass = Chemish

Lucbri = Sanju

Twussiz = Grey Star

Rakghoul Watcher X = Watcher X

Garmoi Goldixw = Jorden Tlan

Evig'buje =Anspi'shel

Sashro Gamuss = Mia Hawkins

Maniac Eyes = Dragon Eyes

The Old Hunter = The Old Man

Triste Tannbowr = Caz'dijo's Andronkidos Revel

Tector Tyllus = Vector Hyllus

Wingus Bar = Captain Pervious

Baron Sairgur Lanzilee = Baron Peyar Cortess

Baroness Thennal Lanzilee = Baroness Chay Cortess

Drand Mant = Denri Alde

Kathmar = Hunter

Cooregi = Chance

Trance = Wheel

Iopul = Saber

Abelagu Turswi = Ardun Kothe

Doctor Rubdav Moorcov = Doctor Eckard Lokin

Doctor Serejam = Doctor Cel

Qeva Eergop = Ki Sazen

Zushty Bykry = Caz'dijo's Azshara Zavros

Administrator Zidreg = Administrator Kroius

Admiral Brigcoa = Admiral Davos

Captain Broduly = Captain Furth

Sergeant Hlern (Full Name is Sergeant Hlern'pathe'zoatte) = Sergeant Thent

Aristocra Hlong = Aristocra Saganu

Ensign Elaiang Marrall = Ensign Raina Temple

Murki The Corporeal = Pashok The Unyielding

Dustefra Clifari = Caz'dijo's Talos Drellik

Branlar Jelharp = Kanjoh Slyke

Pisits = Ohta

Gilemi Gartru = Chaney Barrow

Vaigler = Paarkos

Tett'iborra = Person Who Saves Llaw'o'marwolaeth From Xodu Rha / Rakghoul Intelligence Cipher

Llaw'o'marwolaeth Thoda = Managed Mischief Dark Lord

CRYSTELLA = SCORPIO

Drerdust Lanizlee = Pashon Cortess

Drok Nayan = Mina's Grandfather Who is Nok Drayan

The Conjurer = The Creeper

The Brawler = The Prince

Ukernetu = Kolovish

Osvadar Pettadd = Yem Leksende

Neen'huw = Phi-Ton

Bum'huw = Bas-Ton

The Void Blood = The Shining Man

Deel'huw = Yana-Ton

Thazos'huw = Therod-Ton

Random Rakghoul Bounty Hunter = Random Bounty Hunter

Kroon = Zanar

Men Qys = Caz'dijo's Xalek

Lord Myst San = Lord Razor

Major Elymina = Major Nedecca

Major Caspab = Major Sanos

Moff Jargust = Moff Zamar

Rakghoul Jedi Knight = Jedi Knight

Rakghoul Eidolon Security Mercenary = Eidolon Security Mercenary

Boneywench Sunbeing = Darth Fud / First Rakghoul Sith Inquistor

Havoc Rakghoul = Rakghoul Prince / First Rakghoul Trooper

Diampres Barall = The Wrath and First Sith Warrior Allied To Sentient Rakghouls

Carnagebounty Ragesoul = First Rakghoul Bounty Hunter

Daydreams = Creator Of Republic Rakghoul Experiments

Rana Rakghoul = Rakghoul Princess and First Rakghoul Jedi Shadow

Transfer Cell = Mina's Father

Nisha Nayan = Mina's Mother / Transfer Cell's Risha Drayan

Darryll Dixon = Rana's Former Master

Raydenkai = Imperial Alt of Darryyll Dixon

#Rakghoul Legacy #Mina Cell #Class Story Cast

[vespertine-legacy]

@rainofaugustsith and I took Ror and Zuvi on yet another weird date night last night. :)

First, they went to Kuat Drive Yards (because the flashpoint is on conquest this week), and got to see Bey’wan (;-; it’s cute because in this version he can’t be pissy at Zuvi for being secret Imperial scum, he thinks Zuvi and Ror are heroes), and we found out that neither of us had ever done pub-side Kuat before. We faced Lieutenant Krupp, who is Not Very Nice, but not terribly hard to beat, once you realize that the secret to beating his Slight Panic debuff is Not Panicking. Seriously though, it wasn’t worth it for us to run over and use the degaussing stations clear the little sticky bombs, they didn’t take enough health. And given Zuvi’s track record of “cool story, but I’m just gonna stand here and get electrocuted until this robot is dead,” I’m surprised she didn’t just start with “cool story, but I’m just gonna let him bedazzle me in as many panic bombs as he wants while I shoot him.”

Zuvi wore a wonderfully inappropriate outfit that she’s been holding onto for their next date night, basically just to see how Ror would react.

We also went to Corellia (Heroics and Spy Games are also on conquest; but not Rampage, for some dumb reason), and while there, Ror felt bad for not wearing a “cute date night” outfit, and borrowed Viri’s “pretty princess ballerina” outfit, which she looked adorable in (don’t tell her I said that, she’ll murder me).

After that was Ilum (Spy Games again, so Rain can add it to her list of locations), where we also ran into a surprise Lokin, who did not seem to realize nor care that he was on the WRONG PLANET for shaking Zuvi down for recruitment mission materials (though at least he was clothed, apparently he can glitch so badly that he shows up on the wrong planet NAKED, good lord, Lokin, you are very drunk, go HOME). 

Also, apparently, Scourge, Ror, Zuvi, and Risha are dropping a hot album soon, so keep an eye out for that.

#swtor #november plays swtor #swtor with friends #swtor oc zuvi #friend oc ror #murdergirls #doctor eckard lokin #lokin is very lost

[incrediblynichestarwarsmemes]

#star wars #swtor #raina temple #doctor lokin #eckard lokin #kaliyo djannis #swtor imperial agent #the implication that cipher nine- one of the empires most elite agents- regularly falls down the stairs

[grandninjamasterren]

I need everyone to know

Doctor Lokin calls himself the Agent's parent

#star wars #swtor #swtor imperial agent #eckard lokin #doctor lokin #lokin: cipher nine you will not leave this table until you have finished your food #agent: but dad i have to uncover the galactic conspiracy #silent snowfall

[lawrichai]

Fishing out old fan art pieces; Vector: "- He's an odd man. And there's something in his eyes... We'll watch him." Doctor Lokin, a very interesting character and one of the companions of the Imperial Agent within the game "Star Wars, the Old Republic". Part of the Imperial Intelligence, he have his own side project where his goal is to perfect a custom strain of the rakghoul virus. I inspired myself with Doctor Lokin's customization #2

#swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #Doctor Lokin #Eckard Lokin #rakghoul #fan art #digital art #digital painting #illustrations #videogamer #lawrichai #crazy scientist

[blairextraordinaire]

Reason #385 the Agent story is amazing

I love the relationships built within the Agent's team. Vector and Lokin especially, because there isn't another male friendship like it in SWtOR. They just like to chat about common interests and trying to keep the Agent alive, and then they work together on their own side quest! It's pretty adorable.

#swtor #imperial agent #agent companions #vector hyllus #eckard lokin #doctor lokin #male friends

[plotbunny-bundle]

I love this game. This is the best screen shot. 

#bunny plays swtor #swtor #imperial agent #doctor lokin #eckard lokin #lydalea archsiri

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Star Wars Alien Species - Mirialan

Mirial was the homeworld of the Mirialans, a cold, dry planet located near the Hydian Way.

The Mirialans joined the galactic community prior to 3951 BBY. During the Jedi Civil War, Mirial aligned with the Sith Empire, returning to the Republic after Darth Malak's death.

Following the Sith Empire's return and invasion of the Galactic Republic, sparking the Great Galactic War, the Mirialans promoted their planet as a safe haven for refugees from the Outer Rim. This surge of victims of war led a large number of Mirialans to enlist in the Republic Military, and others to utilise their abilities in the Force with the Jedi.

At some point before the Invasion of Naboo, Mirial fought in a war against a nearby planet. The notorious pirate Arwen Cohl helped lead the Mirialans to victory.

The Mirialan people were deeply religious and practiced a primitive understanding of the Force. They believed each individual's actions contributed to their destiny, building upon past successes and failures to drive them towards their fates. A Mirialan would place a unique, often geometrically repeated tattoo on their face and hands to signify that they had completed a certain test or task, or achieved sufficient aptitude for a certain skill. The number of tattoos would thus often act as a good indicator of how mature and/or skilled a Mirialan was.

Because the more markings brought about a form of status, Mirialan society was stratified and allowed the heavily marked citizens to access greater opportunities. Despite its importance, most Mirialans did not know the entirety of the tattoo lexicon due to its complexity. The interaction between placement and positioning of the shapes was incredibly subtle and changed the meaning greatly.

Within their belief system was the view that individual actions ripple through the Force, also affecting the destiny of the species as a whole. Because the Force was understood through the notion of the Cosmic Force on a basic level, the cultural significance of the energy was defined as fate. Those who were not sensitive to its call still had faith in fate, and felt that it guided their lives. Mirialans always had a presence within the ranks of the Jedi Order.

Doctor Eckard Lokin, a member of the Sith Empire's Imperial Science Bureau during the Great Galactic War, recalled a shared interest in Mirialan cuisine with his colleague Cipher Twelve during a conversation with the Imperial agent known as Cipher Nine.

A near-Human species, Mirialans were nearly physiologically identical to Humans. The greatest difference in their biology was their green skin and their flexibility. The latter trait gave them the upper hand over Humans in terms of agility and the martial arts. Their eyes are usually blue or green, with orange more rarely; and their hair is typically black or brown. Sometimes they were born with pink skin.

Mirialan age at the following stages:

1 - 12 Child

13 - 16 Young Adult

17 - 45 Adult

46 - 69 Middle Age

70 - 89 Old

Examples of Names: Bariss Offee, Luminara Unduli, Arwen Cohl, Hylo Visz, Fortris Gall, Teela Kaarz

Languages: Mirialans practice their own intricate language of Mirialan. Most Mirialans also learned to speak Galactic Basic Standard during childhood.

#star wars #star wars species #star wars aliens #Mirialan #star wars Mirialan

[swtorpadawan]

I Wish Lokin Wouldn’t Leave His Stuff Lying Around

#swtorpadawan talks #rakghoul #eckard lokin #doctor lokin #eternal alliance #eternal alliance base #eternal alliance science division #oc: corellan halcyon

[tethys-the-aquatic-sea-godness]

Post-Ossus Letters:

Republic Character - Doctor Eckard Lokin

#swtor #star wars the old republic #eckard lokin #jedi under siege #swtor letters #ossus #lokin is after our tea

[inyri]

Equivalent Exchange (a SWTOR story): Chapter 37- The Game

Equivalent Exchange by inyri Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Characters: Female Imperial Agent (Cipher Nine)/Theron Shan Rating: E (this chapter: M)

Summary: If one wishes to gain something, one must offer something of equal value. In spycraft, it’s easy. Applying it to a relationship is another matter entirely. F!Agent/Theron Shan. (Spoilers for Shadow of Revan and Knights of the Fallen Empire/Knights of the Eternal Throne.)

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Game

Nine opens her eyes.

The drawback of Odessen’s relative security, the base built as it was into the solid stone of the cliffs, was the lack of natural light. Her quarters here- or is it their quarters, now? Theron’s stirring awake too, his breath warm on the back of her neck and one arm draped lazily over her waist, curling, pulling her closer out of reflex- are windowless; it reminds her too much of the endless black monotony of spaceship travel, never quite knowing if it was day or night. Say what one liked about the endless rain on Dromund Kaas, in her own apartment she still woke to the sun on her face.

(Or the ghost of sun, at least, peeking through the clouds, but never mind that: her point stands. She misses very little of Kaas City, but she really had been fond of that apartment even if it did remind her too much of-

Never mind that, either.)

“‘s that me or you?” Theron mumbles over the steady chime of a datapad alarm from somewhere in the lower part of the room.

She blinks, stifling a yawn. “Probably me. What time is it?”  

“Just turned five,” he says after a moment, lifting his hand up along her body, fingertips brushing gently at her throat in response to her still-hoarse voice. He always had the time down to the millisecond, one of the many side benefits of his implant and one of the few she truly envied. It didn’t matter when they were properly geared for missions and she was hooked into comms, but it would have been useful more than once on undercover ops. “I didn’t think I had anything before eight, but-”

“You don’t. I, on the other hand-” she pushes the blanket back reluctantly with her still-splinted wrist, just far enough that she can slip free and leave Theron covered and warm. But he doesn’t move to let her go and she doesn’t really want to get up, not when these minutes stolen one by one from their overscheduled days are all they get- “am due in the infirmary. I’ve got a hot date with a kolto tank.”

He shifts, one foot overlapping hers; he props himself up on his elbow behind her. “I’m jealous. Guess I should get up too, eh?”

“Why? Go back to sleep. Stars know you need it.”

“But if I walk out of here later without you-” Theron pauses.

In trying to turn over to face him she only tangles herself up, her leg half-trapped beneath his so she has to roll into him instead of away. With her weight against him he tips back, settling onto the pillow again as her head rests on his chest, her body atop his. “My answer hasn’t changed since last night. Let them talk,” she says. “I don’t care.”

He exhales, goes still and quiet for long enough that she starts to wonder if he’s thought better of all of this-  but then he works his fingers through her hair, a comfortably possessive sort of gesture, and when she glances up at him he smiles.

“In any case,” she continues, “you know my access code. Just lock up when you go, and we’ll reprogram the security protocols after today’s meetings. Hylo told me last night the biometrics finally arrived.”

“You’re putting in biometrics? Don’t you think that’s overkill?”

“No such thing as too much security.” She yawns again, the steady rise and fall of his chest and the warmth of skin on skin lulling her back into sleep. With so much time spent away from the base in this last month they’ve shared a bed more often than not but not here, not on Odessen with the whole Alliance walking unaware past her quarters; she can still count those nights on one hand.

A bed is a bed is a bed. It oughtn’t make a difference. But sprawled together like this- I like this blanket, Theron mutters against the top of her head, adjusting her body atop his. Nice and warm - there’s a kind of permanence to it that makes her pulse stutter. If they could stay like this forever she would be content, she thinks, and that sets a warning voice nagging in the back of her mind in the place where all of her training lives.

Too close. Too trusting. Not safe.

Stupid voice.

She ignores it.

It might have had a point once, of course. In the years when her only loyalty was to a mission objective (mission first, Empire second, team third and everyone else got whatever scraps remained) and Void take the consequences she might have used him for what she could get out of him and then cast him aside. Or he might have done the same to her, if-  

No. She’d certainly have deserved it if he had- when it came to their shared trade turnabout was fair play, especially a trick she’d used so often as that one- but she tries to imagine it and can’t, the image of it so ridiculous that she laughs softly despite herself.  

“Something funny?” Theron’s nearly asleep again.

(And this? When it came to sharing space they’d talked about it last night, only a little and leaving out the details, but so far as they both could tell they’re equally useless at it in mostly opposite ways.

The Academy bred creativity but sharing rooms was strictly against the rules, and even in advanced studies she’d only ever gone so far as one drawer in a sort-of-girlfriend’s apartment two floors above hers in cadet housing; they’d fought a few weeks later and all her clothes ended up tossed from the complex roof in the middle of a summer storm and that had been the end of that. They’d trained her against it, too, with a hundred horror stories: look at this, her teachers said, pointing to each empty bed, each empty desk. Talked too much. Too soft. Couldn’t finish the job. Washout. Failure. Dead.

At the end of the day it was easier not to bother.

The Major hadn’t counted. She had her own quarters, for one thing, and that year was training, not-

It didn’t count. And Kaliyo certainly hadn’t counted. She’d never even unpacked before Nine had kicked her back to the crew quarters and she’d taken it in stride, settling into her role on the ship like nothing had ever happened between them.

For Theron it was different, she thinks. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to bother. Maybe he never quite knew how, not after the lessons learned from his mother and his old master and his father, now, back and back to all the countless people who’d looked at a little boy alone in space and saw a target to be taken advantage of- he didn’t talk about those years except for the occasional swoop racing story and the vaguest outline of how he ended up in the SIS, rather unsurprisingly involving something mostly illegal going very wrong and a great deal of smartassery on his part, but she knows him well enough by now to hear the things he isn’t saying; given the choice between the civilized brutality of the Academy and the chaos of Theron’s childhood she’d go back to the dormitories any day of the week. If the galaxy taught him anything it taught him that people keep you around only so long as you’re useful to them, that the easiest way to dodge being tossed aside was to always keep moving, never settling down anywhere for long enough that it hurt to leave it or that you’d be missed-)

“No,” she says gently and presses a kiss to his chest, just over his heart. “Go back to sleep. I’ll come and find you when I’m out.”

He doesn’t answer, only grumbles softly when she unwinds herself, rising, and drapes the blanket back over him; it’s a poor substitute for body warmth but she’s got to get up so it’ll have to do.  

By the time she dresses Theron’s curled up tight, eyes closed and breaths even, calm and still and peaceful. She slips out quietly into the hall, careful not to wake him again.

After all, there’s nowhere else he needs to be.

***

Doctor Lokin looks up from his caf cup as she walks into the treatment room, then unhooks the coupling connecting the intravenous line to the port in his chest.

“Excellent timing, Ciph-” he catches himself. She’s not the only one still slaved to old habits. “Commander. I was just finishing my own treatment- the first round of the day, at least.” Gesturing with one hand toward two nearly empty infusion bags clothespinned to a ceiling-mounted pole, he attaches a small syringe to the port with the other and presses down on the plunger. “We can begin whenever you’re ready.”

Nine pauses halfway across the room, focused on the hanging bags. She knew in the back of her mind he still wasn’t well- would never be well even after the cure they’d brewed on Alderaan, maybe- but the brilliant yellow liquid still beaded in the detached tubing’s a slap in the face, a reminder with every drip.

(It wasn’t like her to forget. She spent years with her crew, so many years all crowded together on the ship, and they all had their jobs to do but it was her responsibility to make sure they held together, her job to see when the machinery was starting to fray at the edges. But stars, there are so many of them now, so many faces to keep track of and so many things they need it’s like juggling a thousand knives at once, all spinning and whirling until the moment she drops one and-

That’s no excuse. She’s the Commander. She needs to act like one.)

“If you need privacy,” she says carefully, “I can come back in a few minutes.”

Eckard shakes his head and fastens up the flap on his jacket. If he hears the rasp in her voice, he doesn’t comment on it. “No, no. I’ll have plenty of time to tidy up while your cycle runs. You have my full attention.”

Reaching the back table beside the kolto tank, she sets the wrapped-up bundle with her change of clothing down and slips out of her shoes. “How are you-” (too personal, he hates to talk about himself- try again ) “How is the treatment going?”

“As well as can be expected. If the current projection holds I should have several years before the cancer kills me.”

“But I thought-”

Four syringes rest in a rack on the countertop; he reaches for the first, gesturing for her to sit. “When you found me on Alderaan,” he says, “I was counting my time in days. You’ve managed an impressive research division here, but you know perfectly well that what I have is incurable.”

“But-”

“It’s far more than I could have managed alone. I am-” Eckard pauses, glances down at the syringe still in his hand. ”Please don’t mistake me, Cipher. I am grateful. And with your permission, I will continue to serve for as long as I am able.”

She looks down at it, too, even as she starts to roll up her shirtsleeve. “Why didn’t you return to the Empire, then? There must have been someone in Research Division who would have been able to help you.”

His mouth twists, bitter and angry for a moment, before he shakes his head. “RD no longer exists, not in any meaningful sense. I might have found a position in Acina’s laboratory, but far more likely I’d have found myself one of her research subjects. Rumor had it she-”

“I remember her,” she murmurs, “from that business with those awful artifacts. I suppose that sort of mad science goes with the territory- Sphere of Technology and all that.”

“Oh, child-” (he hasn’t called her that in a very, very long time; it was a slip of the tongue back then, when they scarcely knew each other and she was shattering into a million sharp-edged little pieces under the yoke of the Castellan restraints, and as much as she’d bristled at it it was true. She was so, so young then and she thought she knew everything but Void, was she ever wrong)- “you haven’t the slightest idea.”

“I suppose I don’t.”

Eckard chuckles softly, but there’s no mirth in it. “With any luck you’ll never find out. Just keep that in mind when she comes asking for favors, hm?”

“Why would she do that?” She raises an eyebrow. “I know we’re all trying to keep a brave face, but we’re not exactly flush with resources here. What could we possibly have that the Sith Empire would find useful?”

“A spine, for one.”

“And that and a billion credits might buy us half a chance at Arcann. Why do I have the feeling you know something I don’t?”

The needle cover clicks into place with a sharp snap. “I know a great many things that you don’t, although not on that particular front. Merely… gut instinct, let’s say.”

“Your gut instinct-” finger-marks around the words- “used to need three rounds of controlled trials before you’d so much as hedge a bet. Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me, old man.”

Were his teeth always so sharp when he smiled? She can’t remember. “Hardly.” One hand around her wrist, he pushes her sleeve up past her elbow with the syringe held between two fingers. “Just a few injections today and then I’ve got the tank all ready for you.”

She looks down at the needle one more time, its tip poised just above her vein.

(Just a few injections, the technician says, before we start the procedure.

She tries to turn her head but the straps hold her tight against the chair, buckled down against her wrists and ankles, chest and hips and forehead. That never bodes well. Exhaling, she pushes the anxiety away with her breath; they mustn’t see her nervousness. Making Cipher this quickly out of training is already almost unprecedented and if Keeper- no, no, the Minister now, they’re all getting promotions these days- knows she’s afraid he might just kick her back down to grunt work, commendation or not-

One shot, then another and another. Just like any other infirmary visit. Nothing to worry about. She relaxes into the seat as it starts to recline.

Nearly finished. One more and then your sedative.

She shakes her head slightly against the restraint. I don’t need a sedative. I’m ready to begin.

I don’t think that’s allow-

The overhead speaker crackles, the Minister’s voice echoing strangely in her ears like she’s a dozen meters underwater- a side effect of the earlier shots, she supposes, whatever they were. We’ll be keeping to the protocol today, Agent. Technician Six, please continue.

Yes, Minister, she says. As you say.

She remembers the needles. She remembers them, one in each arm, as her eyelids go heavy and the light fades and then oh stars that feels like-

It feels like-

NO-)

Her temples throb and she flinches away from him before she can stop herself. With his hand still on hers she doesn’t get far, just enough to put some distance between the sharp point of the syringe and her skin. She’s sweating, too, the back of her neck prickling and her heart pounding in her ears even as she wipes at her face with her free hand.

(She oughtn’t to be able to remember that. That is a problem.)

“What are-” she swallows, starts again as Doctor Lokin looks at her and then the syringe and then back to her. “Before you do that, I want to know what’s in it.”

The needle cover snaps back down.

For a moment the room’s nearly silent save the ever-constant  low roar of machinery and muted voices in the larger laboratory beyond  the door, the soft bubbling kolto and the click-click-click of Scritchy’s nails on the duracrete floor as he brushes up against her legs; she reaches down to rub behind his ears out of reflex. Then Eckard sighs, picks up a square of clean gauze from the little metal tray beside the rack and presses it just beneath her nose.

“I suppose I deserve that,” he murmurs. “Though you were never particularly interested in the particulars before.”  

“I never thought I needed to be.”

He pinches the bridge of her nose; she can taste the blood in the back of her throat now. “Then you’re learning. I’ll transfer the component sheets for your review as soon as we’ve got this tidied up.”

***

At least she’s cleared for training now.

When she goes back to quarters to drop off her dirty clothes Theron isn’t there, long gone to his first meeting, and she’s got nothing scheduled for nearly an hour. Plenty of time for a cup of caf and a few rounds with a combat dummy.

In the post-breakfast hour the training room’s buzzing with activity, training drones and lightsabers sparking through the air at one end and the firing range nearly full to capacity at the other. She tries to ignore all the eyes on her as she lands a first few hesitant strikes, dodging and weaving around the dummy and lashing out with her fists to test both her reaction time and the strength of the nearly-healed bone. So far it seems to be holding; she lands a solid hook that would have left a real opponent doubled over and the impact reverberates up her arm with only the faintest hint of pain.

That might also have been her unwrapped knuckles, of course. She probably ought to do something about that.

She jogs across the room to the supply cabinet, tearing two lengths of tape off the wide roll- getting low again and they’ll have to order more; supplying their ever-growing crew’s an expensive proposition- and then crosses back, sits down beside the dummy and starts on her left hand.

Kaliyo peeks around the dummy, already pulling off her own padded gloves. “Hey. You want some help with that?” Her first instinct is to wave her off, but it would go faster with help- she holds up her hand and ‘liyo crouches down beside her, wrapping the tape around and around her knuckles. “How’s it holding up?”

“Well enough. I’ve had worse.”

“Not by that much, and I still remember Corellia.” Securing the end, Kaliyo taps her other hand and she holds it up obligingly. “I can’t say I was too mad I got turfed off to the shuttle. Watching Lana and your boy wear holes in the floor would probably have gotten old.”

She snorts and unfolds one leg, kicking Kaliyo’s feet out from beneath her. “And here I thought you cared.”

“Fuck you,” ‘liyo says cheerfully as she catches herself on the dummy’s support post. “I care plenty. I just don’t like having to watch-” Instead of finishing the sentence she clicks her tongue and just keeps working, quick and tidy, until her right hand’s wrapped up too. “There. Good to go. Should we test ‘em out?”

“Don’t you already have a sparring partner?” An impatient one, judging by the crossed arms and rolling eyes when she glances over.

Kaliyo waves the trooper off with a flick of her wrist and then stands, reaching out to offer her a hand up. “He hits like a bitch and he only knows ‘pub military hand-to-hand, straight out of the textbook. You know how to show a girl some variety.”

“Famous last words, Djannis. Famous last words.”

Her first strike lands almost before she can stand up fully. “No such thing. You and me?” Nine’s return jab catches her in the side and she winces, then grins . “We’re immortal.”

***

“You’re really sure about this?”

She’s spent the last hour after the logistics meeting wrangling Nightshrike’s war room into something approaching professional: carefully unrevealing datascreens behind her (all the better if Trant get distracted by what he thinks she’s giving away- the answer is nothing at all, of course, but let him waste the effort trying to figure it out), the closet doors covered over with Alliance banners, her best scrounged-together dress uniform buttoned up neatly and her hair pulled back and pinned up. The holoterminal’s set up at the end of the table, angled just so. It looks like a proper office.

Mostly. Better than anything she can put together on the base that isn’t in her own quarters or runs the risk of someone knocking on the door halfway through the call.

It’ll do.

When she doesn’t reply Theron changes tack. “You look nice,” he says, gesturing vaguely in her direction. “The uniform, I mean- it’s been a long time since I saw you in a uniform. Very… um, commanderly.”

“At least I look the part, even if I don’t feel it. When did you ever see me in Imperial uniform, though?” She looks back over her shoulder toward him quizzically. Away from Dromund Kaas she can only think of a handful of times she would have worn full dress and she’s pretty sure the Republic hadn’t been invited to any of those particular events.

“That first official group meeting on Yavin. Remember? We were all sweating our faces off and one of Marr’s honor guard almost passed out behind the war table?”

Oh. She does remember that, but- “Weren’t you just wearing your same jacket?”

“SIS.” He grins. “They never gave us dress uniforms.”

She throws a spare length of cable at him; he catches it easily, winding it around his wrist like a bracelet. “Of course they didn’t- that would require proper organizational hierarchy. And to answer your original question, no. Not particularly.” Dragging a high-backed chair around the far side of the table, she lets its feet hit the floor with a thump. No rolling chairs for this call. It wouldn’t do to be skating around the room like an idle child. “But unless you’ve got some brilliant alternative you’ve so far failed to mention, I’m making the call as soon as I set up the projector.”

Theron shakes his head. “No, but-”

“You don’t like it.”

“More that I’m worried about potential backlash.” Leaning against the doorframe, he runs one hand through his hair. “I mean, I’m also not thrilled about the whole blackmail thing, but that’s probably down to being raised by a Jedi.”

Oh, Void. She knows perfectly well what he’s capable of; she knows so many things he’s done over the years- hells, she’s watched him kill and more- but he still manages to surprise her with his stubborn insistence on being teeth-achingly good. “You-” crossing the room to where he stands in three quick steps, she stands up on tiptoes and presses a quick kiss to the point of his chin- “are a precious and delicate flower, too good for this world. Now get out. I’ve got an SIS director to threaten.”

“I can’t even eavesdrop?”

She (very generously, as far as she’s concerned) resists the urge to bite him. “Do you absolutely promise to sit completely still and not move or open your mouth regardless of anything he or I might say?”

Theron wrinkles his nose. “Um.”

“I thought so.” It’s better if he doesn’t hear. He knows what she’s capable of, too, but-

(He thinks he does, at least. But if he flinches at a little well-deserved blackmail, she can only imagine what he’d think of that thing with the senator. Or the ‘dinner party’ on Balmorra. Or any of her old runs on Nar Shaddaa, really.

They don’t talk about those days. Not yet. Maybe not ever. That might be better, too.)

“I know,” he says, and kisses her forehead. “I know. I’m going to go tweak the flight plan for Voss. I’ll be on the bridge when you’re done, okay?”

“Okay.”

When he goes she locks the door behind him, turns on the scrambling field and settles into the chair. Even with the signal bouncing through relays it’s a risk, but it’s naive at this point to assume Trant doesn’t know where they are; she’d bet good credits the Republic has at least one agent embedded with them even now. It’s certainly what she’d have done in his shoes. The worst-case scenario is that he’s devious enough- and petty enough- to share coordinates with the Zakuulans, but that strikes her as unlikely.

Then again, she’d have thought it unlikely that he’d put a hit out on Theron except for the source. Jonas might very well have lied to her. She’d expect that, and frankly she’d deserve it.  But much as she’s tried she can’t think of a single reason why he’d lie to Theron about something like this.

Well. Only one way to find out.

Masking activated. Enter caller identification. > THERON SHAN Enter destination address. >sis.mainhq.director.mtrantoffice.main.bypass Passcode required. Enter passcode. (She glances down at her datapad, typing carefully. Fuck this up and she’ll have to deal with his secretary, meaning odds to evens she’ll get hung up on before she can get a word in edgewise.) >0z1ax74hk5

She holds her breath.

CONNECTING.

One ring. Two. (For stars’ sake, it’s half six in the evening, Coruscant Standard Time. There’s no possible way the man’s not still in his office-)

By the time the connection stabilizes and they can see each other, Marcus Trant’s already scowling. He must have been handsome when he was young, dark-skinned and dark-eyed and close-cropped hair shading to grey- that’s new since his last dossier photo, but the war’s worn all of them down- but the curl of his lip and the wrinkles across his forehead set the tone immediately. He’s not even going to pretend civility, apparently.

Good. That only makes it easier to twist the knife.

“How did you get this num- no, don’t answer that. You have ten seconds to explain yourself before I clear the line.” His hand moves subtly out of frame, no doubt activating a trace. As if she hadn’t considered that. How insulting. “Starting now, Cipher Nine.”

“Now really, Marcus. You’re hurting my feelings. What if I’d just called to say hello?” Her own hands folded on the tabletop, she settles back comfortably into her chair. “I know the Minister used to so look forward to your little chats.”

“A peacetime courtesy extended to equals. Five seconds.”

She clicks her tongue. “You have a point. I suppose I do outrank you now, don’t I- and it’s Commander, by the way. Cipher’s an Imperial rank.”

Oh, that look. Delightful.

“But enough idle chitchat. You put a death mark on Theron Shan. Why?”

Trant glances sideways at a harsh beep from one of his desktop monitors. “That’s quite an accusation. Someone’s been feeding you tall tales, I think.”

It would have been too easy for him to simply admit to it. He’s cannier than that; one doesn’t last as long as he has in their world by telling the truth at first prompting. But one also learns to prepare for all eventualities, and she’s not about to implicate Jonas, not with the risk he took. ”You lost a hunting-hound on Alderaan recently, I hear. A very stupid hound who needed to learn how to encrypt his datapad properly.” She lifts her datapad and clears her throat. “Ahem. Target sighted at Pallista Spaceport, bound northeast. Scout images attached. Please confirm white auth still active. Shall I read your reply? Or any of the other messages he saved?”

“A simple request,” he says. “Detain and interrogate, appropriate to charges.”

“Liar.” The smile doesn’t leave her face. “I know perfectly well what a white auth is- Ardun Kothe was awfully fond of them, particularly for a Jedi. More to the point, you have no authority over my people. Call it off. Now.”

He doesn’t flinch, but his knuckles blanch as one fist clenches and unclenches. “You’re harboring a deserter and a traitor to the Republic in your so-called Alliance. Give yourself all the titles you want and keep playing at rebellion, but I will deal with my own ‘people’”-his tone a mockery, fingers arcing in the air; she’s almost got him- “as I see fit. Including Theron Shan. Did he put you up to this?”

Like beads of water, the lies roll off her tongue. “He doesn’t know. I haven’t told him yet, and if we can settle this reasonably I won’t have to. He still respects you, Director-” (that’s only a little bit of a lie)- “and I’ve no quarrel with the Republic. Don’t give me a reason to change that.”

Back straight in her chair, she sits back slowly, watching his face. For the briefest moment she wonders if it really is going to be that simple, if after all the rulebreaking Theron must have gotten away with over the years there’s still some little scrap of affection left that might make the man see reason-

-and then he smiles, teeth flashing white and eyes hard. “I’ll give you credit, Cipher-” ( Commander , she says)- “you’ve got balls. You run roughshod over my whole organization for years and then, to add insult to injury, you pull my best agent from under my Void-damned nose. Middle of a war and-” he snaps. “Gone. Flipped by an Imp whore. I’d ask you how you did it, but I can probably guess. I never thought Shan was the type.”

“Honestly. Name-calling? Somehow I expected better of you.” Oh, there’s no point in arguing this. “And Theron isn’t a deserter- or a traitor. Did you hear that from Jace Malcom?”

That does make him flinch.

“Call it off. I won’t ask again.”  

“With all due respect, Commander-” why is it that whenever someone says with all due respect what they really mean is kiss my ass?- “I’ll have to decline. Now if that’s all-”

Well, then.

Fuck him.

She rests her elbows on the table. “How’s your ex-wife, Marcus? Rumor has it General Garza’s working with the SIS these days. I’m surprised you’d allow it after what she did.”

“Rumor says a lot of things, and I’m not in the mood for small talk. Disconnecting in three-” He starts to reach for the transmitter, pushing back from his desk.

“I know about Eclipse Squad.” Stay calm stay calm don’t lose your temper- “And unless you’d like every newsroom shy of Wild Space to know, too, I’d suggest you sit the fuck down and we continue this conversation.”

He stops. “Bantha shit. You’re bluffing.”

“You know,” she says, “I had a feeling you’d say that.” She presses play.

***

Author's Note: so... tired.... must... keep... writing... (This chapter brought to you by first trimester fatigue.)

#equivalent exchange #inyri writes #swtor fanfiction #imperial agent/theron shan #nine/theron #cipher nine #about goddamn time i got this thing wrangled #oy i need a nap again

[vespertine-legacy]

Imperial Agent Breakdown Part 9

The last installation of my Thoughts on the IA storyline.

Thanks for playing along if you’ve made it this far. Let’s finish up with my thoughts on the Agent’s dumpster fire of a crew.

On the Companions:

In order of pick-up

Kaliyo Djannis - 

I do think that Kaliyo develops genuine feelings for Cipher Nine, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that she is a piece of shit. She uses the Agent’s camaraderie/trust (if that’s what you want to call it; in Raz’s case, I almost do) to manipulate her into trying to literally sell her ex-best-friend. She wants Raz to help her kill her exes. There are a lot of dialogue bits that are cute and that indicate that maybe she does actually care about Raz (despite what her dossier warns about not trusting her attempts at friendliness or seduction) but she’s not mature enough to actually talk about her emotions, and she deflects with violence. And when Intelligence is disbanded and Kaliyo is told that she’s going to be interrogated/put on trial, she immediately threatens everyone in the room, including Cipher Nine, even if Cipher Nine stands up for her (which Raz did, even though Kaliyo was on thin ice with her for all of her recent shenanigans). Suspect #1 if Raz’s throat is ever slit in the middle of the night on the ship.

Overall: Get her off the fucking ship.

Vector Hyllus -

Bugboy is probably the only member of the crew that Raz can actually trust. And can I just say how much I love that she tells Vector she accepts/loves them as them - as a Joiner, as Dawn Herald, as part of the Hive - not as the man Vector was before? Raz never knew just Vector the man. I just wish Raz used they/them pronouns for Vector in conversation with others, since Vector uses us/we, not “he.” Vector’s just so earnest and adorable and I love them a lot, and I never want to let them down. Their romance with Raz was adorable, but ill-timed. I don’t believe that Raz actually had any romantic feelings for Vector, and probably didn’t really realize until it was too late that Vector had romantic feelings for her/that they were flirting. They just make a really good friend pair - they’re so supportive of each other, and genuinely interested in each others’ culture, work, and past. Their banter before Raz’s sham marriage to Phi-ton was adorable. I do think that getting a fade-to-black with Raz and Vector probably almost broke their friendship, with the realization that Mistakes Have Been Made, but in one of my only headcanons for this trash crew that isn’t sad, I think that Raz and Vector are actually able to Talk Like Adults and Work Through Their Shit to realize, hey, one of us has Feelings here and the other one doesn’t have the same kind of feelings, and we need to talk about what that means for us and decide where we’re going to go from here. And they were able to decide that it meant “we probably need to back off from each other for a minute, but once we can’t taste you anymore [hi Vector, don’t make it weird - not like that, you fuckos, the pheromones or whatever] we can try being friends.”

Overall: Keep, they’re basically Raz’s best friend. Don’t let them ever try to do human-looking eyes again, that was a little creepy. (My damn heart when Raz told them “the Vector I love isn’t human,” and to go back to looking like themselves)

Doctor Eckard Lokin -

Yeah, Raz’s relationship with Lokin is antagonistic at best. It is not built on anything resembling trust. He’s cryptic. He feels like he’s manipulating things just under the surface. His smile never quite reaches his eyes in the right way. He makes some veiled comments that seem to be “hey Cipher, you do know you’re depressed as fuck, right?” that like, wow buddy, you are not the person Raz wants to talk about this with. Suspect #2 if Raz’s throat is ever slit in the middle of the night on the ship. (His name moves up the list if her throat is torn out, for obvious reasons).

Overall: Get him off the fucking ship.

Ensign Raina Temple -

This one is a toughie. Raz wants to like Raina. She really does. But she just feels a little too eager. Raina also oddly pushed Raz toward a thing with Aristocra Saganu. And she murdered her own father. Raz has done some cold things, but that was a little bit surprising. Anything for the Empire, I guess. Not sure if Raina can fully be taken off the suspect list if Raz’s throat is ever slit in the middle of the night - she says she’s behind Raz 100%, but that’s the best place to garrotte from. So she’s suspect #2.5

Overall: Get her off the fucking ship.

SCORPIO -

Oh, fuck this bitch. From the second Raz heard her voice she was already tired of her. She tried to make Raz’s little rag-tag group on Belsavis murder each other (and during that little escapade, Kaliyo announced, “Oh, Agent, I’ve been waiting a long time to do this,” before firing at Raz, and when it was done said “I’m not apologizing for any of that.” Cool). She called Raz dumb (which is a little bit true, she acts before she thinks sometimes). She directly tried to kill Raz. After joining the crew (against Raz’s wishes and better judgement), she did little else but antagonize Raz. I made zero effort to gain her approval, because Raz didn’t trust her at all and didn’t want her there at all, and if I’d had the option to dismantle her, I would have. But she admits being in a position of needing Cipher Nine for now, and ends the story saying she expects to be together for a long time, and if that’s not ominous I don’t know what the fuck is. If I run Raz through KotFE/KotET, will there be a “shoot on sight, no questions asked” option in “The Lady of Shadows”? There are at least some choices in KotFE/KotET that Raz will make very differently from the choices that Kestrel and Sija made regarding SCORPIO. Suspect #3 if Raz’s throat is ever slit in the middle of the night on the ship, even with her restraining codes - shit, she was in the ship’s computer for a minute, maybe she used that time to reprogram Twovee to make him do it or something.

Overall: Get her off the fucking ship. Preferably in pieces.

Part 1: General Character Thoughts

Part 2: Watcher Two

Part 3: Programming

Part 4: Watcher X

Part 5: The Sith

Part 6: Double Agent

Part 7: Corellia

Part 8: Hunter

#swtor #imperial agent #swtor oc raz #imperial agent companions #kaliyo djannis #vector hyllus #doctor eckard lokin #ensign raina temple #swtor scorpio

[rakghoul-legacy]

Tett'iborra NPC (Good) Character Profile

Name, Race, Class, and Allegiance

Name: Tett'iborra

Race: Rakghoul Chiss

Origin Story: Imperial Agent

Classes: Vanguard and Gunslinger

Allegiance: Rakghoul Alliance

Family, Friends, and Enemies

Family: Claais Wingar (His Ensign Raina Temple and Wife)

Friends: Sentient Rakghoul Army (Main Force), Galactic Republic (Ally Of Main Forces), Sith Empire (Ally Of Main Forces), Sentient Rakghoul Council (The Rakghoul Council Of Sentience) and Justicars (From In-Game On Coruscant)

Enemies: Vitiate the Rakghoul Emperor (Master Of Enemies), Xodu Rha (Dark Sided Sith Maurauder Servant to The Rakghoul Emperor), Starkstar (Dark Sided Sniper Servant To Rakghoul Emperor), Regverso (Dark Sided Jedi Knight Servant to The Rakghoul Emperor), Wamau (Dark Sided Scoundrel Servant to The Rakghoul Emperor), Major Catherin Ann (Dark Sided Sniper Servant To Starkstar And Love of Starkstar), Cedjess Weigavis (Dark Sided Cyborg SIS Agent [Gunslinger-Based] Servant to Regverso), Xutria (Dark Sided Sith Pureblood Conqueror [Sorcerer-Based] Servant to Xodu Rha), Zragrur (Dark Sided Rattataki Mandolorian [Vanguard-Based] Servant to Wamau), Bubi (Dark Sided Zabrak Makeb Imperial Operative Servant To Xodu Rha), Jusuo (Dark Sided Sith Pureblood THORN Specialist [Sage-Based] Servant To Wamau), Ysixo (Dark Sided Rattataki Kilik Ally [Assassin-Based] Servant to Starkstar), Reejayl Pasktro (Dark Sided Human Constable [Powertech-Based] Servant To Starkstar), Gehli (Dark Sided Sith Pureblood Ensign [Maurauder-Based] Servant To Starkstar), Jaycanna (Dark Sided Cyborg Chosen Of Voss [Sorcerer-Based] Servant To Starkstar), and Ajadar Sabacan (Dark Sided Human High Warlord [Sentinel-Based] Servant To Regverso)

Starting Server, Current Server, Title In-Fiction and Legacy Title In-Fiction

Starting Server: Star Forge

Current Server: Star Forge

Title 1 In-Fiction: Agent

Title 2 In-Fiction: The Illustrious

Title 3 In-Fiction: Cipher Agent

Title 4 In-Fiction:  Rakghoul Sith Intelligence Commander

Legacy Title In-Fiction: The Shadow’s Veil

Enemy To In Class Stories, His Soldiers, and Biography

Enemy To In Class Stories: Xodu Rha (During Mina Cell's Legacy Class Story and During Cregdeath Skull’s Legacy Class Story)

His Soldiers: Rakghoul Imperial Intelligence Agents and Rakghoul Alliance Rakghoul Sith Intelligence Soldiers

Biography: Tett'ibora is a Rakghoul Chiss Imperial Operative who appears in "Mina Cell's Legacy Class Story" as an enemy to Xodu Rha. He learns the truth about what happened with Mina Cell and heads to stop Xodu from executing M'ariposia, a sith sorcerer that is the leader of Managed Mischief who has plans on interfering with Mina Cell. He stops Xodu Rha from attacking him and Explains the Situation to M'ariposia which she responds with she will let the Eternal Alliance know so they can let the Empire Know. He then searches for info in Cregdeath Skull’s Legacy Class Story. He later joins becomes a Rakghoul Sith Intelligence Commander and then joined the Rakghoul Alliance as an Imperial Veteran. He soon becomes enemies to Kenjoh Lifshyn In Main Story 2.

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Companions

Vosedj = Kaliyo

Geodex Ullsear = Vector Hyllus

Doctor Dalrol Durhext = Doctor Eckard Lokin

Ensign Claais Wingar = Ensign Raina Temple

TANYA = SCORPIO

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Gallery

Tett’iborra Looks 1

Tett’iborra Looks 2 As a Vanguard

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Tett’iborra Looks 2 As a Gunslinger

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Tett’iborra Looks ? As a Vanguard

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Tett’iborra Looks ? As a Gunslinger

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Tett’iborra X Claais Wingar According To Dr. Love

Tetti’borra Starting His Sabotage In The Black Market of Kenjoh Lifshyn

Tetti’borra Sneaking Around Xodu Rha’s Stronghold In Gunslinger Mode

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Tetti’borra Battling Xodu Rha To Save M'ariposia

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