#emperor valkorian

[the-tomato-patch]

"Everything you've done."

"Everyone you've betrayed."

"Everyone you've manipulated."

"Everyone you've murdered."

#swtor #star wars the old republic #game screenshots #swtor jedi knight #jedi knight #my edits #edits #revan #meetra surik #emperor valkorian #vitiate #tenebrae #lord scourge #kira carsen #echoes of oblivion #satele shan #senya tirall #arcann #darth marr

[swtor-legacy-sitcom]

Valkorian Will Beg for Mercy

me as outlander: “hey Valky ol’ buddy ol pal ol boy. omg he could not come to Earth. like... fuck... yes, metaknowlege meeting charles boyde fucking the multiverse and EU, but also “fuck you creep, take your immortal empire and shove it. You THINK I have time to play video games with my life schedule? OK BOOMER. 

meanwhile ‘gifted child’ fuckers with adhd etc like me who are spiteful pricks for a reason:   “hey Valky ol’ buddy ol pal ol boy, my most second favorite little shit right after me, myself and I we’re going to Arbies, want some roast beefs?”

Valkorian on his “live a million lives shit”

“good for you, you hob goblin living rent free with my anxiety AND MENTAL ILLNESS. good news! we work for a temp agency, I hope you have fond memories of the wars, its holiday season. lock and load bitch, the sacking of coruscant ain’t shit”

#immortal emperor #valkorian #knights of the old republic #Knights Of The Fallen Empire #knights of the eternal throne #swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #star wars #torturing valkorian #valkorian works retail #a special hell

[vultures-and-scavengers]

Vanilla(Republic). Things are mostly according to the vanilla storylines, with a few exceptions. Kho skips the Knight Chapter 2 to partner up with Aliya as he recovers from the loss of Master Orgus, and Sarrai takes his place instead, and she’s the one that ends up mind-controlled by the Emperor- Orgus wasn’t her Master, there’s no ghost to break her out. Kho and Aliya launch a rescue mission and get her out, and Kho goes on to complete Chapter 3. Aliya goes with him to fight the Emperor.

Vanilla (Empire). Xiann and Tyma split the Inquisitor storyline: Xiann goes to Tatooine and Nar Shaddaa, Tyma goes to Balmorra and Alderaan. Chapter 2 and 3 see Xiann remaining mostly on Dromund Kaas to play politics, make friends, and enable the completion of the Silencers, while Tyma does the Force-walking. Calumnia joining Intelligence around the end of Chapter 2 of the agent story changes Cipher 9′s path a little, but the large events are mostly unchanged, however Intealligence is NOT disbanded. Warrior and Bounty Hunter are almost completely unchanged.

Vanilla Revan Plot. We fuck some things up here. It’s my own Revan, who did not destroy the Star Forge, but did return to the Empire, as she’s a sort-of halfway Child of the Emperor. He doesn’t take control or order her, and she doesn’t know, she’s just mildly influenced into courses of action. The Republic breaks her out, but the Imperial team sent to the Foundry is composed of Revanites: she is not killed, and the Foundry is transferred to “Imperial” hands before vanishing and getting covered up by Revanites. She begins plotting the downfall of both Sith and Jedi from the shadows.

Makeb. Not really any story changes here. Wrath (Mythra) handles it on Imp side, Aliya does the Republic side.

Rise of the Revanites. We go straight from Makeb into the assaults on Korriban and Tython: Arkous claims there’s no better way to field test new Imperial Isotope-5 technology than on the Jedi homeworld. It raises suspicions on both sides, and Calumnia, leading Intelligence to quietly investigate Arkous. Arkous is discovered to be a traitor and part of an unknown cult, and Calumnia requests the Wrath secretly take him out, which she does. Tyma, now Darth Umbris, takes his spot on the Council.

Rogue Sith. Fearing the discovery of her Revanites, Revan influences Malgus enough and he chooses to create a schism, starting the First Imperial Civil War. Investigations into Arkous’ benefactor (as he does not share Revan’s name in this timeline, and Revan doesn’t announce herself or bomb the Temple at Rakata) are halted as Malgus takes priority. Revan also organizes the release of the Dread Masters as another diversionary tactic, stalling for more time for the Star Forge and Foundry to continue to build her military’s strength.

Revan’s Reveal. With Intelligence still intact, Beniko’s operation on Rishi is supported by Intelligence itself, with multiple Ciphers playing their part... having been briefed ahead of time so they could play their part knowingly. Theron Shan is there as well as the Voidhound. Lana Beniko still betrays Theron, but this enrages Darth Calumnia, and Beniko is banned from working within or with Intelligence once the mission on Rishi is over. The Battle over Rishi still happens, but it’s not meant to be some massive battle where the Republic and Imperial fleets are taken out in one blow. It’s meant instead to announce Revan’s presence, and then lead the Republic and Empire to Yavin.

Yavin. Yavin is a nightmare: this is not a campaign finished in a few weeks. Revanites are dug in, and the jungle prevents effective use of tanks, artillery, and air support. Yavin is a meat grinder with the Republic and Empire paying for every foot they gain in blood and death. Revan’s intent is not to win, but to bog down, wear out, and demoralize her opponents’ forces. The Yavin campaign lasts 11 months, and at the end, with the Republic and Empire having finally made it to the Temple’s gates and believing victory is in sight, Revan plays her final card. The Temple is a trap, loaded with explosives, and the explosion causes massive casualties for the Republic and Empire.

Revan’s War. As the Empire and Republic reel from their loss on Yavin, Revan launches new assaults on key locations all over the galaxy, including the Kuat Drive Yards, Balmorra, and the Tytun Rings. Zakuul’s skytroopers and Eternal Fleets are replaced by the Star Forge and Foundry’s near limitless production of droids and starships. There is no Zakuul, just the Rakatan space stations and Revan. As the Republic and Empire begin to regroup, Revan glasses Ziost. Most of the population perishes, including Darth Cordatus (Xiann).

Imperial Schism. Darth Calumnia and Darth Moirai plan secret peace talks with the Republic, believing that war with the Jedi was foolish with Revan seeking to wipe out both orders. Their peace talks are leaked, and Revanites and Sith Traditionalists alike whip the Empire into a frenzy of controversy, turning into the Second Imperial Civil War. Darth Umbris claims leadership of one faction, outwardly appearing a rational leader who wants to focus on Revan and end the Civil War, but secretly encourages it to intensify.

Betrayal of the Forsworn. Calumnia is unwilling to fight in a civil war as Revan (who killed her little sister) continues to expand her holdings and collect more and more victories, and deserts the Empire, signing a mutual defense treaty with the Rift Alliance, and thus forcing the Republic to accept her faction as an ally. Most of Imperial Intelligence and a large number of Cordatus’s followers join Calumnia, including the Lord Wrath, who has been disillusioned by her wife’s increasing bloodthirsty behavior (Darth Umbris) and decided to dissolve their marriage.

A Losing Battle. The Republic stands alone against Revan as the Empre consumes itself. The Forsworn find a home on Tython after a reluctant Jedi Council allows them to make their home in the ruins of Kaleth. They contribute massively to intelligence efforts, and organize small strike teams to make quick hit and run attacks to attempt to bog down Revan’s advances. It becomes clear, however, that Revan is winning this war, and Calumnia works with Jedi Archivists to study Revan and her history in an attempt to discover a weakness they can use.

and that’s all i have, folks

#THIS is my overarching plot #it is revan heavy because fuck valkorian #and fuck zakuul #and its sith politics heavy #you cant tell me the empire wouldnt tear itself apart without the emperor holding it together under one leader #it would. it absolutely would. #oc: darth calumnia #oc: darth umbris #oc: aliya vydari #oc: darth cordatus

[nikkeisimmer]

Conversation in the Swamps

Love leads to attachment - and that leads to the Dark Side…

Her statement hung in the air like a hollow echo as the vision of her time in carbonite assailed by the visions of Valkorian taunting her. Yet she had loved once; deeply and was hurt just as deeply by his betrayal and thus she had sunk herself deeper into the Jedi Code for solace.

There is no emotion; there is peace

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge

There is no passion; there is serenity

There is no chaos; there is harmony

There is no death; there is the Force.

The darkness of the swamps of Zakuul, so different from the bustling city towers, allowed them in the darkness to hear the noises of the animals that frequented the marshes. A lot of these animals were predators and Claria and Lana had to be on their guard, their sword hands hovering close to their lightsabers just in case those weapons were needed.

She had been encased in carbonite for five years; five years lost to the ruling oligarchy of Zakuul; a brutal dictatorship that had consisted of the Sith Emperor before she put the blade of her red-bladed lightsaber through him, ending his life and placing the rule over Zakuul into the hands of Arcann and Vaylin; the psychopathic children of an even more psychopathic parent.. The red-bladed lightsaber was the preferred weapon of the Sith and she had used it as a part of her disguise undercover on Sith worlds. Claria hated deception, but to use her green-bladed double-blade lightsaber was to invite certain death as an easily identifiable weapon of a Jedi. It was better to use the weapon of a Sith whilst undercover.

Darth Marr was dead, killed by the lethal force-lightning blast from the fingers of Valkorian or was he Lord Vitiate. And she had languished for five years encased in a tomb that kept her between life and death, unable to breathe, unable to scream, yet held in limbo as the time ticked away.

And Lana had tried to move mountains in order to rescue her from her prison. Lana Beniko; a Sith Lord. Claria wondered how she had become best friends with the blonde-haired Sith. Lana was, after all, a practitioner of the Dark Side. Jedi and Sith were normally mortal enemies, but Lana had an air about her that seeking power was just not something she was interested in.

Gazing into the darkness that surrounded the swamp Claria reminisced. Two years prior to the capture of her and Darth Marr over Zakuul, she had been forced to cut down the love of her life in the passageways of the Sith Empire’s Harrower Class Dreadnought that was Darth Nox’s flagship Marauder, a ship that was feared throughout the galaxy for the crew’s sheer ruthlessness under orders from the vicious and ruthless Darth Nox himself - member of the Dark Council and the pillager of worlds; unbelievably the once-gentle Keron who now refused to surrender and return to the Light Side of the Force and who longed to destroy any Jedi who crossed his path. After a harrowing emotional and physical battle between Jedi and Sith, her green shimmering blade had entered his body vaporizing internal organs and ending his body’s capacity to sustain life, she had seen him turn back; his irises losing the red-tinged yellow and returning to his natural brown as he breathed his last.

:Attachments can be a weakness to be utilized against you by those who would seek to destroy you. Do not follow that path, Do not mourn for me...I am free. I will be with you always in the light of the Force: Keron’s voice echoed in Claria’s mind, the gentle voice she remembered from many years ago.

Tears filled her eyes as she recalled the light leaving his eyes leaving them dull and lifeless as she had held his limp body and wept. She would now follow the Jedi Code to the letter. Even if Theron Shan was constantly trying to flirt with her. Same with Koth Vortena. The two of them couldn’t help it. Theron was always seeing women throw themselves at his feet. Koth was just a regular smuggler/wrench who seemed to be unable to keep a ship under him, until he had found the Gravestone in which they were currently sheltering. I will follow the Jedi Code; there will be no more attachment, Claria resolved. There is no love for me any more. My love died aboard the Marauder.

There was no way to come to terms with the loss of Keron, since she’d had to kill him. Being encased in carbonite was part of that problem.

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Hopefully my muse can come up with more.

#swtor fanfiction #swtor headcanon #swtor characters #swtor gameplay #swtor #swtor oc #Star Wars The Old Republic #Claria Redsun #Jedi Consular #Lana Beniko

[queer-starwars-bracket]

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 1): SWTOR Romance Options Match 2

Arcann | Identity: playersexual | Media: SWTOR

What if Zuko was in Star Wars? Arcann is the son of the Valkorian, the Sith Emperor ruling the Eternal Emperor. He was raised with his twin brother Thexan to help his father conquer the known galaxy. After being scarred and losing his right arm, he attempted to kill his father, accidentally killing his brother in the process. When the player character is brought before Valkorian, Arcann succeeds in killing his father (who then proceeds to chill out in the Outlander’s brain). He then rules the Eternal Empire until he is defeated by the Commander. His mother saves his life and takes him to Voss to recover, while his sister takes control of the Eternal Empire. 

In Knights of the Eternal Throne, the player character can decide to allow Senya to heal her son’s “rage”. If the Commander refuses, they will have to kill Senya and Arcann will be physically but not mentally healed. The Commander will later have to kill him. If the Commander agrees with Senya’s plan, Arcann will join the Alliance to help oppose his sister and can be romanced.

Koth Vortena | Identity: playersexual | Media: SWTOR

Koth Vortena is a former member of the Eternal Empire military, who deserted after being ordered to kill civilians. He joins up with Lana Beniko to help save the player character, becoming a founding member of the Eternal Alliance.

Koth Vortena’s story is highly dependent on the choices of the player. Despite his strong moral code, he is initially a supporter of Valkorian and believes all the evil the Eternal Empire is doing is the result of Arcann being in charge. Certain choices will cause him to betray the Alliance. If the player stays on his good side, he can also be romanced.

#star wars #swtor #sw #arcann #koth vortena

[luchadorbard]

Knowledge (A NSFW Swtor Oc Fic)

(A semi sequel to my first SWTOR fic you can read here . Highly recommend you read it for not only context but also a helpful visual aid. Set after Knights of the Eternal Thrones and around the time of Onslaught, so spoilers abound!)

The Barsen’thor slowly strode through the halls of the Alliance base. The low hum of panels, consoles and lights coupled with the low foot traffic added to the almost meditative calm. She used to walk among nature back on Tython; however Valkorian’s mind games he played in the wilds had sadly left a poor taste in her mouth. In hindsight, sharing a Sith Lord’s spirit in her body should have filled her with more dread than she’d ever let on while the Dark Lord of Many Faces still lived. Akin to an ever-changing parasite that gripped not only her body but her mind as well. Her connection to the force. Everything that made her what she was.

But such days were long behind her. Tenabrae. Vitiate. Valkorian. The Sith Emperor wore many masks but for all his plots and deceptions it availed him not. She could now walk around her base of operation with a new sense of freedom; free from his whispers of power and free from the games he worked so hard to force her to play. Her stroll took her to the Force Sanctum, as sparsely populated as the rest of the base at this late hour. The Voss Sana Rea was meditating with some Jedi Padawans; small rocks orbiting the group. Keshani’s skills in deception and stealth ensured her foot falls were barely heard. She paused to stop at near by holocron. A sad smile came to her face as she thought back to her days on the Jedi council. The memory being so clear to her as if it had happened yesterday.

---

She ran a gloved hand over the ornate chair in the Tython council room. Such a simple thing yet it conveyed so much to those who looked upon it. A symbol of the greatest of our order. The very best of the Jedi and she was now a part of it. It still didn’t feel real even after the Republic’s victory on Corellia.

“Still worried it might fly from you?” A familiar voice spoke to her as she turned to see her old master, Yuon Paar. It warmed her heart to see the old human walking about after all she had endured.

“I confess, Master Paar. I still don’t feel worthy even after saving you, even after saving Syo Bakern from the First Son and aiding the Rift Alliance. I still feel like I shouldn’t hold this seat.”

“And yet you do.” Paar’s feature softened. “None of us ever truly feel ready. Despite that we must have faith in ourselves as well those around us just as we trust in the Force. The paths we take are the right ones for us, even if we don’t feel ready. We must walk them all the same.”

The Barsen’thor couldn’t help but laugh. Even a Master on the council she can still teach me. Fitting.

“I just wanted to see you one last time before your first council meeting. I’m about to head out, Master Keshani.”

“In that case, May the Force be with you Master Paar.”

“And with you as well. ” She’d bowed her head as she left. Allowing the Barsen’thor to finally take her seat at the council table. Sitting within it didn’t make it any more real. But it did allow her time to get used to the feeling and perspective of looking at someone at the end of the table rather than looking to them.

The council chamber’s doors opened, revealing the other Masters of the Jedi Council to join their newest member. Bela Kiwiiks. The Torguta still attempted her best to hide her limp, however it was still clear that she was far from fully recovered from her injuries. Thank the Force Kira and the Hero of Tython moved quick enough to save her from the Shock Drum.

“Master Keshani.” She’d give a curt nod as she’d rush to take her seat as fast as she’d could, no doubt to give her body a rest. “You’re here early.”

“Master Kiwiiks.” The Barsen’thor bowed her head. “I wished to ensure I made the best first impression possible to my fellow Masters.”

The Torguta couldn’t help but smile and shake her head. “I think you saving more than half of our order nearly at the cost of your own life made impression enough.”

“Indeed.” Grand Master Satele Shan spoke as she entered the room as well. “All that remains for you is merely getting yourself acquainted with the day to day operations of the council. I can assure you; it won’t be as intimidating as you think it is.”

The holo-projectors in the center the room started to flicker to life, as the electronic chirps signal incoming projections.

“Ah I see the last of the masters are joining us. One moment.” The Grand Master quickly pressed buttons near the center of the table to project the images of those who could not join the session physically.

Master Kaedan, Gnost Dural, Oteg and Shol Bestros all having there holo-images projected into there chairs. Or hover chair in Oteg’s case.

“Hello again. I trust we’re coming through loud and clear?” The Qel Dor Master adjusting his mask somewhat, Master Dural’s image was somewhat weaker than the others, but his features were still clear enough.

Master Kaedan looked to the Barsen’thor a mild frown coming to his projected features. He was in one of his moods, as usual.

“Ah, the newest member of this council. I hope you will serve the Order well despite your youth when it comes to such things.”

“We have much to discuss.” Master Shan spoke quickly. “Events are unfolding all across the Galaxy and we must address them all as best we can; yet we can not neglect matters closer to home on Tython.”

Keshani clasped her hands and leaned forward in her seat to study the faces of her fellow Jedi Masters, trying her hardest to ensure she looked like she fit in.

“First things first, we’ve the testimony from a Padawan here on Tython regarding his fellow Jedi learners.” The Grand Master inputted some basic commands into the main projector in the center of the room to display some images of two Jedi in training. One male, one female. “A Padawan reported seeing two of his fellow Jedi engaging in romantic pursuits in the Gnarls. While still young they should be aware by now, the dangers of such things.”

“I agree!” Master Kaeden said, as his frown intensified his projection flickered and distorted somewhat. “A punishment should make it clear that such actions lead to the path of the Dark Side. Perhaps even expulsion.”

“While I don’t disagree with that, perhaps a less punitive approach might be best for us here.” Bela Kiwiiks spoke with a softer tone. “We risk pushing them closer together if we’re too harsh.”

“They are Jedi! Not school children. They must understand the discipline that it takes to become a Jedi, and if they can not grasp this notion…”

Keshani cleared her throat, working hard to divert her thoughts away from Tharen. Less the current subject of this council meeting turns to her. Let’s not get kicked off before I even fully sit a full session.

“If I may interject?” The Barsen’thor still kept the same reserved manner in speaking to them as if she were still a Knight, newly out of the service of her master.

“You are one of us now, my friend. There’s no need for such formalities. Speak your mind Barsen’thor.” Oteg smiled as his large radar ears twitched somewhat; his tone warm and welcoming.

Keshani nodded. “I agree with Master Kiwiiks. Learners are very impressionable at that stage during there development. Perhaps we should have a private word with this pair of them to explain why their actions are so dangerous. Maybe a lesson of some sort to help illustrate our point. A Punishment that carries with it a lesson they can take away.”

“There is no shortage of tales within our very own archives that could help prove such a point but also help show them that they can still become Jedi. Provided they do there best to atone for there mistake.” Master Dural stroked part of his mask, no doubt thinking of many archive entries that could do as he claims.

“You would merely give them a slap on the wrist?! If anything, this proves that they do not have the fortitude to become Jedi if they give in to the first temptation offered!” Kaedan furrowed his brow.

Master Keshani looked around the table and considers for a moment. “Grand Master, is this the first infraction of these two learners?”

“Yes. They are both very skilled and capable for those of there age. Had this not happened I’d say their future among the order is assured.”

“Are we so overburden with numbers of our order we can afford to turn away such promising students? Even the strongest among us can falter in the path of the Light. Let us show them how to avoid such temptations in the future; that they can still have a place among the Jedi -and- takes steps to ensure this lesson takes.”

“You speak as if it can be done so easily, Barsen’thor.” Master Kaedan locked his gaze on to the newest member of the council. “A measure of caution must be used to guard against our students from being lured to the Dark Side.”

“With respect, Master Kaedan, not all of the issues of our order faces are solved so easily with confrontation. These learners could very well fall to offerings of the Dark Side if we -were- to punish them harshly. We must impart our lessons to them in a fair manner.”

“I concur with the young Master.” Kiwiiks smiles at the newest member as Keshani finally relaxed into her seat.

“I hope for all our sakes you’re right about this Barsen’thor.” Master Kaedan’s hologram reclined somewhat in his seat as their seemed to be quiet agreement among the council on this matter.

---

Hard to believe that was one of the last times I saw Master Kaedan alive. She sighed as she remembered hearing the news that the Champion of the Great Hunt slew him while he was defending Jedi artifacts on Illum. For all his faults, he meant well. And was one of the best the order. The Barsen’thor decided not to linger any longer within the Force sanctuary. There is no death, there is only the Force.

Her casual walk brought her towards the military hanger, her wrapped feet feeling the cold steel and earth on her soles as she quietly made her way across her base.

She sensed her beloved, Lana Beniko, near the operation control center. Calling upon the force she attempted further cloak her movements in her shadow and become fully unseen and unheard.

Her steps became even slower, cautious things. Like a predator very slowly tracking the scent of some distant prey. As she stalked through her home, she glanced at the Republic Banners that stood along side Imperial; a dream come true for her in almost any other circumstance; however the invasion of the Eternal Empire ensured that the days when the Alliance unity were at its strongest were the days of nightmare. How quickly old hatred arises once shared threats vanish. How quickly old allegiances surface when the shield we both used grows too cumbersome and heavy to hold. She steadied her breath as she thought of returning to the Republic. Returning to the Jedi.

---

Keshani drew her lightsaber back after her latest wounding blow to the arms of the Sith. Lord Vivicar dropped his saber, clutching his side. The deathly emanations of the ghost controlling him still wafting from his form like smoke. “Impressive, Jedi.” It was Vivicar’s mouth that moved but the echoing booming ghastly voice of the phantasm that possessed his body exited his lips. “You might even have triumphed, but my victory is already complete.”  

Her friend and traveling companion Tharan Cedrax slowly stowed his blaster and was already readying some kolto packs for the wounded Jedi.  Keshani kept her saber alight, ready to strike a lethal blow with a flick of her wrist should it come to that.

“My plague has spread farther than you can imagine. Jedi Masters across the galaxy are succumbing to it as I speak.”  

The Twi’lek’s eyes grew wide as she searches through the force for the truth. Attempting to reach out and pierce any veil of lies or final trick. Her grip around her duel-saber started to tremble somewhat as her shortness of breath grew.

“The plague binds these masters to me. Hundreds of them-the heart and soul of your order.”

“Free those masters, Morrhage. Now!” She yelled as dizziness started to settle in. Her own wounds from the fight getting treated with basic med-packs yet still her body pulsed with pain.

A look of almost quizzical amusement came to the face of Lord Vivicar.

“And if we refuse, what then? Will you cut us down?”

This can’t be it. The plague lord must not win! He -cannot- win! Her thoughts raced back to all the trials and struggles that brought her here. Uncovering the nature of the Sith’s plague. The fallen Jedi that stood before her in Parkanas Tark and the final terrible revelation that he was nothing more than a puppet for an ancient Sith.

She had sacrificed too much for the Sith Lord to be victorious. Finding the lost knowledge of the Jedi shielding ritual among the Noetikons to inoculate those infected. A ritual that sacrificed a portion of her strength with each usage. A sacrifice she made gladly to save Jedi-Masters. Across the galaxy, planet to planet, getting weaker and weaker as Lord Vivicar’s minions hounded her and her companions every step of the way. She was so closed to ending this. If she stopped the plague at its source, then the part of her that she gave to the other masters would return to her! The close calls, the dizzy spells that gave way to fainting. The trembling hands and weakened limbs…All of it was needed to stop this threat! It can’t end like this. I’ve given too much. The Masters of the Order must be freed!

Lord Vivicar’s body looked up as the ghost puppeteered his twisted his features into a bloody smirk.  “Kill me, and you shall kill every master I have ever infected. Everyone! Shielded or not, they are still bound to me.” He slowly returned to his vertical base.

Keshani kept her dual saber at the ready, its green colour burning brilliantly in the dark confines of the mostly abandoned Sith Cruiser. Even with most of her strength sapped from saving the other masters via the shielding technique, she pushed on, drawing on all she could to stay on her feet. I sense no lies in his words, no deception…No…It can not be!

In a flash her mind went to all the master’s she saved. All the Padawans who endured the pain of seeing their teachers twisted into something monstrous by Terrok Morrhage’s plague. She thought of her own master Yuon being the first of the infected. The paranoia, the fear, the greatest of her order’s mind warped by such vile Sith alchemy to do terrible deeds.    

“But what choice do you have? You can not let me live, and I am deathless. Your shielding talent can not harm me. You’ve lost!”

Even after all the wounds inflicted on her, the venom in his words cut deeper, stung harder. She glanced to her saber as Vivicar simply stood there, as if daring her to strike him down. She looked to Tharan, her companion giving her a knowing glance as if he wordlessly attempting to persuade her not to do it. The heart and soul of our order. They can’t die, I cannot kill them! There must be some way. There must be! Her vision blurred somewhat before she shook her head as she grew short on breath. Time was short. She needed to act.

She stowed her lightsaber away and took as deep breath as she could, and she summoned the last of her strength she could muster. Then I take the only path open to me…

“No matter what, Parkanas shall be freed from you, Morrhage.”  Keshani found her center and extended her hands, drawing upon the shielding ritual one last time. Lord Vivicar raised his hands in fear as he slowly backed away before his body started to violently convulse. If it is my destiny to become one with the Force, so be it. She prepared herself as best she could. Master Yuon, Master Syo. Qyzen, Tharan. Goodbye…

She could feel the last of any strength she had leave her body and shield the man before her. She could feel the Sith spirit fighting as hard as it could, trying to still hold sway over Parkanas. In a great rush of air and force Lord Vivicar flew back! Landing flat on the ground as the ghostly figure stood in his place, black as tar as red ethereal tendrils snaked around its form.

For a briefest of moments, everything slowed down, she braced herself upon her legs as she could feel it. The last of her strength had left her. She was spent. Her heart stopped; her vision was now blurred as she struggled to breath at all. All things simply fell still, as if time was frozen for her. It was akin to being in a speeder crash; one’s perception of seconds felt like minutes. Was this it? Was this her end? There is no death, there is only the Force.

Just as quickly, the moment passed. Her heartbeat returned as blood flowed through her veins and air returned fully to her lungs. She felt whole again

“No! This body is mine! Damn you Jedi!” The Ghost cursed as all the strength she had imparted to others over her travels slowly returned to her through the Force.

“When my strength returns, no matter the years-I will destroy you!” In an instant Terrok Morrhage’s ghost was gone. As if carried away from some unseen gust of wind. The shadowy tendrils that clung to his form lingered at first before they to eventually dissipated. He was gone. For now, at least…

“I’m…still alive. You spared me.” Lord Vivicar, or rather Parkanas Tark, got back to his feet.

“I have to admit. I’m a little puzzled on that score myself.” Tharan spoke up, his tone his usual heroic baritone with only the slightest bit of quizzical confusing underpinning it. She could tell, he was simply happy that such further blooded could be avoided.

“My mind is…clearer now. But-It was your duty to kill me and destroy Morrhage.”

Keshani took a fully deep breath of air for the first time in a long while. Even the dusty and stale air of the derelict Sith cruiser still felt like the freshest air of Tython. She looked to the confused and wounded former Sith Lord a tired look upon her features.

“Too many Jedi have been lost already. Including Parkanas Tark.”

Parkanas looked sadly to the side as he spoke. “Yes, Parkanas was lost. But Perhaps he deserves another chance. I can not return to the Order. But…Tython has its hidden places, Its forests. I could find peace there. I could…go home.”

“But first-Jedi, listen. Take this warning in exchange for my life.”

“You can’t trust the Order-or the Republic. You may be their heroine now, but they will abandon you to. Remember that.” And with that, the former Sith Lord slowly limped off the bridge and gave one last grateful look to Keshani before he finally turned his back on her and left. Leaving her alone with her medical doctor within the shadows of the Sith cruiser; when Parkanas finally left she fell to her knees, exhausted and looked to the ceiling as Tharan quickly saw to her remaining injuries.

---

He was right in a way. Keshani looked back on that memory with all the fondness of something precious. Even the darkest day of the past shining like a dream in the wake of all that’s happened. Still, abandoned or not, a Jedi’s duty is to serve. The slow partnership between her Alliance the Republic was a first step but she hoped that it would never have been needed. She wondered if she felt the same way the scattered and exiled order of the days of the Sith Triumvirate.

Did they feel they lost as she did? As anxious as she did? She contemplated what the future might hold Would there ever come a time where masters stand as I do? Lost? Alone? Scattered and rebuilding the order? She could hope that if this should ever happen again, the Order’s history and knowledge could be preserved in some manner, even if the Jedi themselves should fall. No knowledge deserves to be lost forever. In a moment she thought back to Master Gnost Dural and why it was so important to have a properly maintained archive. As dry as his work is, the library is the pillar in which the entire Order rests upon.

As she continued like a shadow through the carved rock of the Odessen she slowly approached operations centers and she saw her beloved, her better half, her dark advisor. She thought back to the first time she met Lana Beniko. The Sith Lord saving her life from a collapsing underwater lab on Mannan. She was thankful for any rescue in such a dire situation however she could never have predicted how her feelings for Lana would have developed from that first encounter. Teaming up with her to uncover the Revanite conspiracy and tracking the Sith Emperor to Ziost. The fact she broke her Code for her was something she could have never foreseen. I doubt Lana would have foreseen falling in love with a Jedi either.

She inched closer towards Lana who had her back to her, deeply focused on the console she was working at. She paused her work and sighed somewhat as she turned around to look at her partner.

“I can still sense you, love. Stealth or not, the force opens your presence to me.” She said, clearly amused by the Barsen’thor. Keshani dismissed the force that shrouded over her.

“You can’t blame a Jedi for attempted self-improvement.” She said with a wry smile.

“We’re married. Our connection is going to make any attempt to sneak up on each other nigh impossible.” Lana approached the Alliance Commander, her frown with her sulfuric yellow eyes making her even cuter in the Twi’lek’s mind. Keshani slowly took Lana’s hands in her own and her disapproving glower slowly faded as their faces were now inches apart; the Barsen’thor’s voice dropping to a whisper.

“We need another night together. Just you and me. No work.” She could feel a blush come to her cheeks as Lana batted her eye lashes at the Jedi and quickly kissed her. “How about a sparring match?”

“I’ll hand my current assignments to Agent Shan, your quarters. Now.” The Sith lord’s voice was urgent but not desperately so. More than likely Lana could sense Keshani’s own growing need; the need they both shared to be with each other. They quickly exchanged another kiss before they let go. Lana composing herself in public as Keshani walked back into the hallways, giving one last glance over her shoulder to her beloved before she moved on. Eagerly awaiting her wife’s rendezvous.

---

Keshani finished the last of her stretching as Lana paced around in the Jedi’s quarters anxiously, tightly gripping her saber hilt and ready to spar. The Twi’lek looked to the furniture of her quarters that had been moved to the side to give the pair as much space as they can. I wonder if she’s eager to get started so that we can finish and enjoy what comes next? She dynamically stretched, focusing on her legs to ensure they were ready for the work out that was to come.

As she stood back up, she took out her saber-staff, the yellow light coming to life with a brilliant glow, akin to a miniature sun. “Try to keep up.” She said in a teasing manner as Lana’s facial expression shifted from impatience to something else.

Her life partner’s yellow eyes told all the reaction that was needed without any words being spoken. Sith seemed naturally driven to competition, and Lana was no different and that minor bit of taunting seemed to awaken that side of her in full. She ignited her saber, blood red like a Manka-cat’s eyes, giving the Makashi salute as she easily shifted into Form 2, holding the hilt in both hands. The Twi’lek flourished through the air with her weapon, opening with her Ataru ready stance.

In a sudden burst of energy, the Barsen’thor leapt into action by cartwheeling near her sparring partner; bringing a series of overhead strikes before trying to transition into vertical slashes. Lana’s form kept to it’s fencing strength, her red saber clashing with the yellow as she kept defensive movements to a minimum. Not a single wasted movement nor energy in her actions. The Barsen’thor did not relent in her assault, leaping in and around her opponent, using the chairs and tables around her for higher leverage or the briefest of pauses before leaping into position.

A common mistake for younger Jedi was always assuming that a Sith’s usage of a lightsaber might reflect their code of wild passions and rage but such assumptions could too easily lead into being exploited by a veteran duelist who could sense the expectation and adjust accordingly. As a Jedi Master, Keshani knew to try and study a foes movement as quickly as possible to discern strategy; however, her time spent with Lana as both an ally and lovers meant they knew each other too well at this point. No doubt Lana thinks much the same. Much like all their previous duels, Lana kept on the defensive awaiting for her opening.

Expending energy rapidly, Keshani attempted to deliver a skyward blow downward from another leap, resulting in a prolonged parrying clash between the two sabers. The Twi’lek attempted to use the two edges of her saber to her advantage by pushing the uncontested edge closer to end this spar.

In a moment, Lana’s rage came through as she summoned her almost preternatural strength to hold Jedi’s weapon at bay and then summoned a quick burst of Force lightning to block the advance of the second edge. Caught off guard the Barsen’thor was forced back and as she predicted Lana unleashed all that she had kept hidden for this duel. The precise strikes and lunges of her fencing style came all at once like a tempest of blade work. While prepared, Ataru’s weakness in prolonged battle was too pronounced as she was forced on the defensive. Blocking and parrying, taking away the range that her weapon granted her as Lana’s counterattack didn’t cease as she took more and more ground from her partner.

Keshani, running out of options, hurled one of the spare chairs to buy time however it did not avail her. Lana, with one simple upward cut, bisected the makeshift projectile and the two halves clattered behind her. Not a second wasted, the Sith pressed forward, one or two more powerful strikes came, and she promptly disarmed her Jedi opponent, pointing her lightsaber but a few inches from her throat.

“Had this been a real duel I’d have killed you a breath and a half a go.” She huffed as she deactivated her saber. “You’re not taking this seriously. You need to stop seeing me whenever we duel."

Failure was always an opportunity to learn, at least in Keshani’s mind. She had already made a note of ways to push harder through a fencer’s concentrated guard. Her frown only adds to her beauty…

Keshani got back to her feet as she Force pulled her lightsaber back to her as she stowed it away.

“Well, anything to say for yourself?” Lana folded her arms as she awaited a response only to be met with a kiss from Keshani, one she readily and eagerly returned. The pair of them paused as Lana chortled softly.

“Every time with us then?” She asked with a hint of blush coming to her cheeks.

“You did say that the taste of adrenaline suits me.” Keshani almost giggled as she turned Lana’s own words against her. The pair returned to kissing each other as their hands eagerly roamed over there respective robes as they slowly made there way over to her bed.

---

Any guilt, shame or regret that plagued Keshani about almost anything faded when she shared nights with her beloved. Her own Dark Advisor. The Galaxy, its troubles, all her ills and worries faded when she devoted herself to loving her. To worshiping her.

Lana moved her hand to the back of her neck to keep her firmly in place, using her strength just enough to illicit additional excitement from her Jedi lover but not to cause undo pain. The Jedi Master could not fully explain why it pleased her so; the little things during there nights together such as Lana overpowering her and leveraging her strength or sweet lustful nothings she’d whisper to her only made the Jedi crave her more. Her cravings are almost as strong mine. It’s been too long.

Lana’s muscled legs continued to wrap and lock firmly in place around the Twi’lek’s head as she continued her loving devotion to her. Not even with any of her previous lovers did she give herself so submissively to Lana. That was not to say she did not enjoy her trysts with Tharan Cedrax however those intimate moments came from equal footing. With Lana however, she’d gladly submit to her, pledge herself to her. Being overpowered by her, dominated, using her flexibility in any way she commanded was the only thing she could conceive when they were together.

A long breathy moan escaped the Sith lord’s mouth as she writhed and shuddered, her entire body tensing up around her lover. Keshani could sense her building anticipation as she increased her speed. Her legs tightened around her head and back as they both shuddered in there writhing embrace; waves of pleasure shock waving through both of them. They both lingered as they savored the sensation of climax with one another before Lana slowly untangled her legs from her lover and simply fell backwards onto the bed, drenched with sweat.

The Twi’lek sighed heavily as she simply laid there before she recomposed herself, and crawled up to gently wrap her arms around her Sith lover. They shared one last kiss and silently rested together, there bare chests slowly rising and falling as they held each other and drifted off to sleep.

Keshani’s dreams let her travel down her memories once again, however lacking the focus of her waking ruminations. Moments, people, events and places all blurred together. Her arrival on Tython, meeting her Master for the first time, her appointment to the Jedi Council, creating her own Holocron with Master Owa, debating the nature of the Force with Voss Mystics, first meeting her future Padawan with the rest of the Rift’s Alliance, her secret wedding ceremony with Lana officiated by a droid. All of them playing and replaying as they almost blurred together.

Then came dreams she had not seen before, not memories of any sort but something else. Dreams of some prospective student finding her holocron and studying with her teachings. A woman who looks much like Nadia but was no Padawan. A great Jedi Master with an emerald saber standing against enemy of the Republic and the Jedi. Visions of that same Master taking a Padawan and telling her of the Barsen’thor and her travels. Just as quick as the visions came so did more things not of her memory.

Visions of a hooded figure arguing with the Grand master of the Jedi order, visions of burning capital ships and great planetary battle fields between the Republic and the Sith Empire. This hooded figure striding through the great tombs of the planet of Korriban, as this figure’s lightsaber turned from yellow to blood red. Quicker and quicker the visions came, far too quick for the Jedi to perceive in her dream. The Jedi temple destroyed, Tython burning, her old companions dead and slain by this hooded figure, her breathing quickened as she tossed, turned and thrashed on her bed as she could feel the heat of the roaring fires and the smell of battlefields across her travels.

The visions ceased, only to linger one image. A Sith Lord clad in armor as black as night with her dual saber ignited. Standing upon the rubble of Coruscant, she turned to reveal it was…her. Her eyes were as red as her saber, but it was the Barsen’thor to be certain but corrupted, fallen.

She awoke, more like erupted, from her sleep; tumbling out of her bed and scrambling to her feet as she looked down at her trembling hands. She tried her best to steady her breathing but could feel her tears welling in her eyes and trailing down her cheeks. She heard Lana stirring, she turned to see the Sith lord, a look of grave concern on her face as she approached her.

“I saw…I saw visions.” Keshani started to babble as her mind was still racing from all she saw and felt. “They couldn’t have been dreams, I…”

She choked down a sob as Lana quickly approached her and pulled her into a hug, supporting her so she still stood on her feet.

“I saw myself…-fallen-. I saw myself as Sith. Corrupted. Killing all that I held dear, killing everything I…” Her words stopped as Lana pressed her forehead to hers, attempting to calm her.

“Promise me…Promise me you won’t let that happen, promise me that…” The Twi’lek’s words were cut short as she looked deep into Lana’s beautiful eyes. The sulfuric yellow, telltale signs of the Darkside.

How far have I fallen? How much do I drown in attachment that I ask a Sith to protect me from the Darkside? I ask all that the Jedi comes stand against to ensure I can remain a Jedi. What has become of me? I’ve failed. As a Master to Nadia, as the Warden of the Jedi Order and as a Jedi master…

Her tears continued to stream down her face as Lana hushed and cooed her beloved as she stroked her back to settle the Jedi’s nerves.

“I…I do not know if my words can offer any comfort.” Lana started to speak slowly, a soft, almost mournful expression on her face. “But you are the woman I fell in love with. And…and I will do everything I can to ensure you stay the woman I fell in love with. Now, and for as long as we share this galaxy together…”

She gently leans in for another kiss and wiped away tears with one of her thumbs.

“My love.” She whisperd as Keshani felt all was right just for the briefest of moments before her fear returned. She simply nestled her head on to her shoulder and returned the hug to her beloved, there bare bodies pressed together in the cold metal room they shared. Unsure of what the future held for them. But knowing they would face it together.

(I'm tempted to write some other stories about my other SWTOR characters and experiences in the presented story-line if I can find the time. Hope you enjoyed these two short stories!)

#my writing #oc writing #oc #short story #wlw #swtor #swtor fanfiction #swtor oc #swtor jedi consular #swtor fic #lana beniko #spicy writing #bisexual #sapphic love #star wars fanfiction

[intheinkpot]

Tagged for a combo of WIP Wednesday or Six Sentence Sunday by @pentacass. Wasn't sure what to put here so I decided to share some snippets I've written for two of my SWTOR OCs that I hope to do something more with one day!

Thorn Graves (Sith Inquisitor)

Thorn peers up at the Sith kneeling over her, struggling to ignore the pounding in her head. Her fellow slaves had cauterized the wound to her head - a deep gash from a shovel blade thrown by an irate slave driver which had taken her by surprise - but the wound has grown infected, and she hasn’t been blind to the hole being solemnly dug on the outskirts of the field all day. 

How ironic the Sith have finally caught on to the Master and the slave drivers hiding her existence when they have finally almost succeeded at killing her.

“What is your name?” the Sith asks coldly.

Thorn laughs. Born into slavery, she’s never had a name but the one she took for herself. Certainly no family name. Still, he clearly expects an answer, and she’s never missed an opportunity to rankle her masters where she can.

She thinks of the thorn bush she hid under as a child, the one that tore the Master's clothes and sliced his skin just the same as it did to her, the protection it offered still, and she thinks of the grave already dug for her and the next one sure to follow. She grins.

“Thorn Graves,”' she sneers at him.

He grunts and slams the hilt of his lightsaber into the side of her head.

Arlan Sinoss (Jedi Knight)

Arlan remembers Voss. Remembers when an ancient being offered her power to defeat the Emperor if only she gave into temptation and betrayed her allies. Remembers turning down the power, remembers trying to offer herself to it as a sacrifice instead to save a woman she barely knew.

“Death is all but certain for your Sith friend. I could save her. I need only a moment of control.”

Staring at the vision of Lana, the woman she loves, with a lightsaber swinging to cut her down, Arlan doesn’t hesitate.

“Take care of it,” she says, and it sounds like take me instead.

*

“I must say...as relieved as I am at your choice to keep the Alliance independent from the Republic...I’m a bit surprised as well. I thought when it came down to it, you would choose to rejoin the Jedi Order.” 

Their room on the Alliance ship is dark, lit only by the light from the stars and the Republic fleet ships surrounding them. Most of the crew is in the cantina, and Theron will probably be dragged back onto the ship by Torian and Shae after they finish draining the pockets of that poor soldier who opened the tab in exchange for good Corellia stories. Ordinarily, Arlan would welcome the chance to relax and enjoy herself in the Republic fleet cantina, like the old days with her crew between missions. 

Lana stands near the foot of their bed, facing her. It would be so easy to push her down onto the mattress, just a step or two before her knees would hit the edge of the bed. Before she would land on top of Lana with Lana’s hands already halfway to tangling in her hair, legs moving to wrap around her waist.

Instead Arlan stands as if rooted to the spot several feet away, a weight in her chest and her limbs. Realizing that Lana is waiting for a response, she says, “It was tempting.”

There’s a beat, where Lana watches her curiously.

“But?”

Arlan swallows. There are many reasons that come to mind: the lack of Republic support during the war with Valkorian, how little she knows about this new Chancellor, the ability to operate and defend people outside of Republic authorization - how would someone like Arcann have fared under a Republic banner? Would they have gotten the information they needed out of Savik if they had turned her over to the Republic? If Arlan had not been in complete control of Alliance fleets, would the civilians of Corellia have been sacrificed in exchange for a few ships?

But most importantly, despite the words of Chancellor Rans and her apparent willingness to give a chance to the former Imperials among the Alliance’s ranks, Arlan had wondered how those people would fare under a Republic banner. They had placed their trust in Arlan, in what she stood for, in what she fought for. They were her responsibility. Perhaps one day the Alliance would merge with the Republic - but not today.

“I have to protect my people,” Arlan says, meeting Lana’s eyes, and finally she takes a step forward. There’s still a weight in her chest, but she brings her arms up to rest her hands on Lana’s arms, just above her elbows. 

Lana’s eyes widen in surprise. “You don’t trust the Republic?”

“It’s... I want to believe the new Chancellor is genuine. It’s not that I don’t trust the Republic,” Arlan says. “And it’s not that I don’t want to help the Jedi or that I think I could do that better by turning down a position on the High Council - ”

“You turned down a position on the Jedi High Council?” 

Arlan nods. “There're so many people from the Empire who joined the Alliance, and while the Chancellor offered them Republic citizenship and clean records if they wanted it... I have to be sure they would thrive in the Republic before I ask them to follow me there.” 

Lana’s eyes move back and forth slightly as she searches Arlan’s face. She looks so close to understanding what Arlan is saying, perhaps hesitant to take that final leap. 

Arlan squeezes Lana’s arms gently. “I have to be sure you will be happy.”

Lana’s lips part in surprise. “You turned down the Jedi Order...because of me?”

Arlan presses her forehead to Lana’s. “I would do all that and more if you asked me,” she murmurs, echoing the words Lana said to her weeks ago. 

Lana kisses Arlan hard, fists her hands in the front of Arlan’s shirt and tugs Arlan against her, holding her there until Arlan's arms finally wrap around her waist. Her hands tangle in Arlan’s hair, nails scratching pleasantly at her scalp.

“I love you, Lana,” Arlan whispers, when they apart for breath.

Lana holds Arlan’s forehead against hers, staring into Arlan’s eyes. Her own nearly glow in the dark.

“I love you too. You mean more to me than I could ever say.” 

Arlan brushes her lips against Lana’s and whispers, “Then show me.” 

Lana smiles and kisses her, soft and lingering, and it warms Arlan’s chest and lifts the weight that had settled there.

// tags for either WIP Wednesday or Six Sentence Sunday, your choice! @galindathegay @naralanis @stargazereyes (no pressure!)

#the only time arlan gives in to valkorian is to ensure lana's safety #thorn is so dramatic and i love her for it #swtor #jedi knight #sith inquisitor #lana beniko #jedi knight oc #jedi knight x lana beniko #my writing #writing prompt #oc: thorn graves #oc: arlan sinoss

[shark-wrangler]

Okay so, strictly speaking the Ziost Incident didn't cause the estrangement, but it did set off the chain reaction that led to it.

Kalarros was unshakably loyal to the Emperor during his time as Wrath (much like he was unshakably loyal to Baras as his apprentice... like needless to say his parents' approach to raising him had some consequences and it just keeps biting him in the ass) and pretty much the entire Empire knew this about him, so when the Emperor ate a planet and fucked off to go be impervious and unreachable somewhere and the Imperial government desperately needed some kind of scapegoat in order to look like they were doing something about it, he was the obvious choice (tbf he defended the fucker way longer than he should have, and desperately wanted to believe there was something to salvage there) and Acina in particular threw him under the bus hard while she was securing her position as the new Empress, which was a wildly stupid move in retrospect but made sense at the time. He was never formally exiled or arrested, but it was made very clear that he was not welcome anymore and he became a pariah almost overnight, which ultimately led to him getting out of the Empire (and later tracking Valkorian down and then helping Lana and Theron form/direct the Alliance while Valdrynn was a popsicle).

His parents, who had been all too happy to ride his coattails while he was the Emperor's Wrath and flaunt their association with him, didn't hesitate to believe the official version of what had happened with Ziost and cut him off without ever getting his side of the story. It was just one more blow on top of a generally pretty devastating point in his life, since prior to that he'd been finally developing what he thought was a closer relationship with them during his time as Wrath and was on better terms with them than he'd ever been. Since then he's wanted nothing to do with them (even moreso since they sold Asha while having to downsize the estate during the war, and he only still has her because Riska coincidentally stole her and the other fathiers being sold in transit and happened to recognize her from Kalarros's descriptions).

His wife similarly distanced herself, but they ultimately reconciled and resumed their whole friendship/alliance thing years later because she always had her own shit going on and he never really blamed her for not committing political suicide on his behalf. And she wasn't the one who sold his horse without telling him so that was a mark in her favor.

#they did finally formally divorce though #like she did annul it after he went missing but then he stopped being missing so it was a weird legal grey area

[voidendron]

Right

Whumptober 2022 Day 14: Die A Hero Or Live Long Enough to Become a Villain Desperate Measures | Failed Escape | “I’ll be right behind you.”

Star Wars: The Old Republic Commander!Varrich AU Characters: Varrich Tophrik (Meteor - Mirialan), Synnda V'ehsz (Barsen'thor - Zabrak) Warnings: Violence, Blood, Murder

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He never liked going back to Zakuul.

It made his blood boil, seeing the beautiful structures, hearing the chattering and laughing civilians, with no signs that their world was at war.

So, maybe he relished the appearance of the building he’d all but crashed into, in ruin. Shards of glass, threatening to fall hundreds of meters to the ground below. Civilians whimpering, screaming, hunkering down to dodge blaster bolts and flying debris from explosions.

It was the least the damned Spire deserved.

A whisper in his ear—Valkorian? or the Force itself? he couldn’t be sure, not with how unfamiliar he was with the accursed thing having been Force-blind all his life up until he found an ex-Emperor taking up residence in his mind—made him whip around with his rifle poised.

His first shot was deflected by the Knight’s pike, as was the second.

But once he was in range, Varrich reached out.

His prosthetic still felt odd. Clunky. Three fingers instead of five strange to get used to. But the experimental metal held true: When the blade of the pike hit his palm, he was able to shove it away with naught but singed paint.

The Knight’s shocked pause was all he needed. With that same limb, he lashed out—aiming for his neck, to tear at the fabric between his helmet and chest. The claws that made up the ends of the digits did just that, and blood spilled onto the metal as the Knight gasped and grasped for his own neck.

He drew his hand back as the Knight collapsed at his feet, flexed the fingers testily even as blood pooled by one boot. Perhaps he could show Arcann just how nasty his new prosthetic could be… he thought bitterly. Oggurobb had eagerly suggested a poison implant for the clawtips to dispense. It would be a perfect way to return the favor.

Sneering as the Knight choked on his own blood, Varrich used a heavy boot to shove him out of the way before continuing on through the building. He was after…a schematic. He found he didn’t really care what it was for, not when his head scientist had started rambling about it. It was something to make his job easier, and it gave the Commander an excuse to test the upgrades on his new arm on…volunteers, the doctor had cheerfully called them.

Theron had already split off to search out the schematic through the building’s files, which had left the Barsen’thor hovering close at the Commander’s side. Varrich couldn’t particularly say he was fond of having the Jedi somewhere nearby, shrouded by the Force somewhere in the shadows.

Once, he’d respected the man. Called him an ally, trusted him.

Now when they locked eyes, there was distrust and they studied each other like specimens under a microscope.

V’ehsz had noticed long ago, long before nearly anyone else, that Varrich’s time in carbonite had changed him “for the worst,” according to the Jedi. He’d been the first to murmur uncertainties about naming him Commander, would be the first to speak out against his plans and not back down when a heated glare landed on him.

And now he was here.

The Jedi was only there to keep an eye on him.

Varrich’s skin crawled with growing anger.

Each Knight and Skytrooper to cross his path made it spark hotter. Each civilian to scramble away begging, brought his irritation higher.

And then it happened.

V’ehsz had stepped out of his shroud of shadows and Force energy to open a door with his weapon. Inside, were two civilians.

The Jedi’s words were soothing as he assured no harm to them, even as Varrich shoved past to start tearing through drawers and datapads. Though both were quiet, Varrich could feel the other watching him—yet, every time he glanced up to silently challenge the other’s stare, V’ehsz was reading over files or pocketing the occasional drive.

The civilians murmured to each other (their Emperor wouldn’t stand for this, Arcann would have their heads, they were dead men). V’ehsz didn’t pay their words any mind. Varrich felt his lip curling into a snarl the longer the pair whispered to each other. The longer they threatened Arcann’s wrath, the longer they pointed out Varrich’s hand and promised their Emperor would do the same to the other.

“We’ve got everything,” Varrich said instead.

The Jedi only nodded as he dragged his eyes over the room one more time. “Then we should go. Theron has the schematic.”

Varrich tipped his head toward the door. “I’ll be right behind you. This file needs to finish uploading to my drive.” He kept his voice carefully even. As he expected, V’ehsz locked eyes with the visor of his helmet. He was hesitating.

“That’s an order. Get the shuttle ready; I’ll be there shortly.”

And he was gone.

The Commander locked his jaw and waited many long moments, until Valkorian himself spoke up that the pest was gone.

And he drew his weapon.

For the first time in a long time, his hands shook. His remaining one, he felt sweat slick the inside of his glove; the prosthetic, clicked against the stock of his rifle. He took a breath to calm his own nerves and steady his hands as the two civilians cowered back into a corner as the barrel of a rifle stared them down.

One shot.

One body went still.

The second missed as the other scrambled away.

The third and fourth met their marks, and he fell as still as his comrade.

Varrich felt himself locked in place. His prosthetic was creaking from how tightly his hands gripped at his weapon. Maybe his eyes would have even been wide could he see them, or face pallid.

He’d never fired upon unarmed civilians before.

And yet… He couldn’t bring himself to feel guilt for it.

They’d deserved it.

They’d serve as examples to Zakuul what he was willing to do.

He was in the right.

He was.

Really.

#swtor #republic trooper #jedi consular #mirialan #zabrak #outlander varrich au #tales from the void #voids ocs #oc: varrich tophrik #oc: synnda v'ehsz #whumptober2022 #no.14 #blood #violence #murder

[tiredassmage]

wip wednesday

Thank you for the tag @autisticbones!!! Half of this week has fallen apart, lmao, so I will always be delighted to turn to blorbos instead.

Dusts off one I almost forgot I started rrr!!!! More Rhyst & Savosta and their no good time Sith Emperor battles, lol! This one is framed around the events of KOTFE Chapter 2.

A little frazzled this week, so gonna leave this as an open tag this week. I don’t believe I have any warnings for this piece, either. Enjoy!!! (The boys are not, akdnflsdf, F’s in the chat for them, lol)

“Rhyst!”

None of this is real. Rhystyl struggled to pull in a steady breath and closed his eyes tighter. There is no emotion. There is peace.

“Rhystyl?!”

If none of it was real, why did the smoke burn his lungs? Or was that the hibernation sickness? Why did dust and ash cling to his knees, crumble under and cling to his fingertips? His grip tightened around the hilt of his saber.

The blade still hummed when ignited, full of life, still hefted its weight when he’d twisted it in his hand, desperately dodging and weaving between the singing flares of blaster fire.

Kira, Doc, T7, Rusk, even Scourge… They’d all been so close, if he could only clear the next pack, the next rise in this barren hellscape-

“Rhyst?!” Savosta crashed to the ground beside him, boots skidding in the gravelly rubble of…

Where, when were they?

Rhyst sucked in a breath as Savosta’s hands collided with his shoulders, dragging his eyes up from the ground. “Look at me, Rhyst. Look at me!” Dusted pale blue hands hurriedly framed his face, skidding across skin before his fingers twisted faintly in his hair.

“Rhyst.” Savosta panted. “Focus.” This hell was liable to shift around them at any moment, but it was all just a game.

It had to be. After what happened on Ziost, he’d believe almost anything was within Vitiate’s reach.

“Savosta…” Spoken like the first gasp of air when the drowning waves broke to the air of the horizon. The world still seemed to waver around them, but the Chiss stood resilient against the utter devastation unfurling in every direction.

Savosta cracked half a smile. “Still with me then? Good.” His hands squeezed around his shoulders. “C’mon. We have to keep moving.”

At the very least, he’d found moving was better for dispelling the fog around these spectres and dreams. He’d come to hesitate against charging headlong into the fray with saber in hand, especially when Vitiate was involved, but he could find no other way forward.

Lingering only gave the bastard more ammunition. He’d cover whatever ground, fight as many battles, cross as many stars as it took to keep this promise.

Whatever happened, they were going to face their enemy together.

He gripped Rhyst’s arm, pulling the Jedi to his feet and dusting his sleeves. Rhyst’s grip slacked around his saber, so Savosta closed a hand over his, pressing hand and hilt against his chest. “Stay with me,” he repeated.

Rhyst pulled in another breath and closed his eyes for a moment before he nodded.

“Okay.” Savosta let go and drew his saber, the burst of red-orange the only glowering life in the decaying corpse of what might have been, what may yet be. Rhyst ignited his blades behind him.

They could not be over-cautious with Vitiate - Valkorian. Whatever they stepped into may have taken root from their own minds, but the puppetmaster’s hand was ever-present, subtly orchestrating the strings of the curtains.

“Coruscant…” The Jedi’s broken voice reflected the cracked world around them, crumbling under the echoes of bombardment.

It was happening now. It was already too late.

Savosta fisted a hand into his comrade’s sleeve. “Do not stop.” His grip laxed when Rhyst shook his head, though it did little to conceal the anguished glimmer in his eyes. Rhyst briefly brushed a hand across his cheek, dispelling a few escaped tears.

“It’s not your fault.” Savosta ducked his head as his teeth caught briefly against the inside of his lip. “Come.” He tugged the Jedi’s hand again. There was nothing they could do here.

Maybe even the stars had forgotten just how far they were from these streets. And Dromund Kaas was only further.

#swtor #swtor fanfic #wip wednesday #dot words #the delavast legacy #jedi knight #sith warrior #ch: rhystyl #ch: savosta #once again i open with savosta shouting for his bestie the other half of his soul <3 #i do really need to finish this one this is SO important to me #savosta getting to return the favor - be the strong one and the support and guide like rhyst was so often for him #to be the one with sure footing when he's too often felt like the puppet #chef's kiss and also gently kissing them both on the forehead

[the-tomato-patch]

Father of Tenebrae/Vitiate/Valkorian, Lord Dramath

#swtor #star wars the old republic #game screenshots #sith pureblood #sith empire #lord dramath #dramath #vitiate #valkorian #tenebrae #emperor valkorian #he's kinda pretty though

[zhakyria]

Zhak's OC Master List

Welcome to my OC Master List. This list will be updated with some OC introductions as they are developed. Right now my obsession is Star Wars, swtor specifically, so all the OCs listed relate to that.

The Valyr Legacy

If you are interested in seeing how all my characters connect to each other, check out the Legacy Tree! Open the image in a new tab for the best view.

Now onto the characters.

Kahl'yrn Valyr, 38, He/Him

Aliases: Red Blade, Cipher 9, Outlander, Alliance Commander Affiliations: Sith Empire (Imperial Intelligence), Republic SIS (double-agent), Nighthunters, Yavin Coalition, and Eternal Alliance

Summary: Kahl is a former Imperial Cipher that served during the tail end of the Cold War and beginning of the renewed conflict between the Republic and Empire. After Corellia, he became a free agent. He joined up with the Nighthunters until Darth Marr reached out with a mission to Makeb. He later assisted Lana Beniko and Theron Shan with rooting out the Revanites and defeating Revan. He came to Lana's aide on Ziost before returning to the Nighthunters. When Darth Marr put out a call for allies to pursue the Emperor into Wild Space he joined up. He was taken prisoner by the Eternal Empire and when he refused Valkorian he was frozen in carbonite for 5 years. He is freed by Lana and her allies and goes on to lead the Alliance and take the Eternal Throne. Though impressed with Empress Acina, Kahl ultimately rejects her offer to re-join the Empire, opting to keep the Alliance independent.

Personality: He keeps a cool head and in general he can appear emotionless, because he prefers to hide his emotions. Theron Shan and Zhakiel Xaiven are two people that he makes exceptions for. He is determined, driven, and detail orientated; he does his job and does it well. He cares deeply and will go to great lengths to keep those he love safe. He is tolerant of Sith machinations until they start being detrimental to the mission, the Empire, or the Alliance, at which point he has no qualms about disposing of them.

Xhai'tan Valyr, 61, he/him

Aliases: Scarlet Wrath Affiliations: Sith Empire, Gordo's Gladiators, Nighthunters, Eternal Alliance

Summary: Xhai'tan was born a slave on Dromund Kaas. He became one of the first slaves to train on Korriban, when restrictions were lifted during the war. He succeeded where many others failed and ultimately caught the eye of Darth Malivia. During the invasion of Alderaan, his master was killed during the Republic ambush. Xhai'tan rallied the troops and mercenaries under her command and protected the retreat. Impressed, Darth Malgus took on the young apprentice, and promoted him to Lord. He proved himself again at the battle of Hoth. He continued to assist Malgus during his campaigns and participated in the sacking of Coruscant. About 12 years later, Xhai'tan would confront Malgus about his plans. He is beaten and left with a group of Force Hunters on a remote Outer Rim world. Malgus returns to the Dark Council and convinces them that Xhai'tan is a traitor. The Force Hunters severed Xhai'tan's connection to the Force, which shattered his memories, and sold him to Gordo the Hutt to fight as a gladiator. After being rescued by Kahl and Kuori'kai he goes into hiding and forms the Nighthunters, a group of mercenaries and pirates. He assists the Alliance with running supplies during the war with Zakuul. After the Eternal Fleet is destroyed he officially joins the Nighthunters with the Alliance.

Personality: Radiates confidence and doesn't back away from a fight. Inspires loyalty. Willing to give people a second chance, doesn't like wasting potential. Respects honorable opponents. Tests Jedi and will go out of his way to draw any darker tendencies to the surface. Enjoys teaching and taking in people who have no where else to go.

#swtor #star wars: the old republic #my characters #character profiles #kahl'ryn #xhai'tan #imperial agent #sith warrior #more will be added as I figure them out

[pandoraspocksao3]

Blue Envelopes Fanfic list

Below is a listing of stories posted on AO3 by one of my favorite fanfic writers, Blue Envelopes. She’s written so many stories, both Reylo and Star Wars Universe, it’s great to have a list of all of them and their summaries! Click on the link of author Blue Envelopes below to go to her AO3 stories. Enjoy!

Timeline of Stories

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Per reader request, here is a timeline organization of my stories.  I plan to update it going forward as new stories are written.  All stories are live on AO3 and fanfiction.net

SITH EMPIRE FICTION:  Dark Side Shenanigans

All those who gain power, fear to lose it.  (Here’s looking at you Marka Ragnos and Carl Veradun.)  But everyone wants to gain power (Hello Darth Malgus, Darth Sion, and Meetra Surik).  And some find power thrust upon them (Darth Bane, Lady Struct).  Beware the pitfalls of power!

On the far side (the Dark Side!) of the galaxy, a hidden Empire of outcasts and inbreds flourishes unbeknownst to the Jedi and the Galactic Republic.  The Sith seek power and they crave love, but mostly they want revenge.  Presiding over it all—whether waiting in the wings, lurking in the background, or taking center stage—is the Sith’ari (?) himself, immortal Sith Emperor Vitiate, the most insecure and peevish Dark Lord ever.

DYAD.  The long lost Sith Empress comes home after a long absence to her husband Marka Ragnos’ Empire and surprise! she’s now a Jedi.  She will take an interest in a young hellion peasant kid she keeps seeing in Force visions. His name is Carl Veradun and he’s the savior of her people.  Too bad her husband wants to kill him.

Four Mothers Chapter 2-Well Behaved Women Seldom Make History.  A Sith Lady flees the Sith Empire for Coruscant to surrender her newborn son to the Jedi High Council.  She seeks mercy and sanctuary for her baby Sith prince.  Teach him the Light, raise him as a Jedi, hide him forever in exile . . . just let little Revenio (Revan) live.

The Prisoner.  Jedi General Meetra Surik beat the Sith Empire, won the Mandalorian War, and saved the Republic.  She was rewarded with disgrace and exile.  She’s a wound in the Force, cut off from the magical power she craves.  Along comes a Sith-in-shining armor who promises to give her the Force back if she will help him overthrow the Sith Emperor and rescue Revan.  How can she refuse?

Taking the Veil.  Carl Veradun, the overpowered peasant who Marka Ragnos feared and the Force favors, has grown up to lead the defeated Sith to glory.  Now an isolated recluse who lives a double life, Darth Tenebrae/Darth Vitiate is paranoid and insecure.  He falls in love with a Temple nun, but a palace coup ruins everything.  

Happy Endings Chapter 1 (Carl & Tosca from Taking the Veil).   A different version of how things might have ended for Carl and Tosca.

Star-crossed.  The baby boy stolen from his mother and smuggled out of the Palace to be exiled in obscurity has grown up.  His name is Gaius Veradun, Darth Malgus and he’s angling to find his place in the Sith Empire.   Malgus mistakenly believes the Jedi are his worst enemy.  He never suspects that his archrival is his own Emperor father.

DARKER.  In the waning days of the Great Galactic War, bored and cynical Darth Malgus falls in love (again), kills a bunch of Jedi, and sacks Coruscant. Will he finally merit Emperor Vitiate’s attention?  Chapter 32 of this fic is my best writing evah.  Maybe just go read it standalone.

Homecoming.  The bored and lonely Sith Emperor has abdicated the Dark throne.  He’s started a new life, a new family, and a new empire.  He’s calling himself Valkorian now.  Time to welcome home the prodigal son he once disdained.  Darth Malgus arrives in carbonite to meet his destiny.

The Apprentice.   The leaderless Sith are collapsing from infighting. They need their self-exiled immortal hero Sith Emperor Vitiate back to sort things out.  Sent on a quest to find him, young Darth Bane finds much more than he plans.

Versions of You.  Darth Vitiate is Rey of Jakku’s father-in-the-Force and Kylo Ren’s nemesis.   He’s been meddling in galactic events for thousands of years now.  But who other than Vitiate can raise the dead and give you a Death Star as a present? (also see Sequel Era fiction)

OLD REPUBLIC FICTION:  Classic Star Wars good guys versus bad guys, Dark versus Light.

The Light has risen . . . and here comes Darkness to meet it.  The Sith Empire is no more, but the Sith endure . . . long live the Sith!  They lurk in the shadows, biding their time and perfecting their plots.

Recalled to Life.  Amnesiac Revan’s life is as complicated and messy as the galactic turmoil he helped to create and his new Jedi minder Bastila Shan is a terrible liar.  This fic is a poor attempt at Revan, but there’s some good bits.

Red.  Sith Apprentice Sheev Palpatine runs for Senate and chafes under the oversight of Darth Plagueis.  His new shady ballerina/stripper girlfriend becomes a flashpoint between Master and Apprentice.

Four Mothers Chapter 1:  Hell Hath No Fury.  One sure way to piss off a Mother Witch of Dathomir is to steal her boy Maul.  Why kidnap her kid?  Because he who controls the Chosen One, controls the Force.

Four Mothers Chapter 3: The Annunciation to the Non-Blessed Non-Virgin.  Slave woman Shmi Skywalker is magically pregnant and super confused.  Remember:  he who controls the Chosen One, controls the Force.

The Fifth Wife.  Clueless and gullible Jedi researcher girl meets a powerful and famous intergalactic banker.  Surprise!  He’s also a Sith Lord who’s plotting to overthrow the Republic with his Senator Apprentice.  He’s got a grand plan for the Republic and for her.

REBELLION ERA FICTION:  The revenge of the Sith is achieved.  Darth Sidious runs the show and he’s got the Chosen One as his Apprentice.  What could go wrong??

Twilight of the Gods.  Darth Vader is reeling from a major defeat and out of favor with his fickle Master. It’s causing him to question the life he has convinced himself to accept.  Is there love after Padme Amidala?  How can he move on when the past keeps confronting him?  And can he save his estranged son from his own fate?  (My Reylo fix-it fic Epilogue is a quasi-continuation of this story.)

Happy Endings Chapter 3 (Anakin & Astral).  What if Vader didn’t die in the throne room?

Rule of Two.  DARTH MAUL IS THE TRAGIC HERO OF STAR WARS.  Fight me.  The only thing worse than being the Chosen One is being the not-Chosen One.  Bonus scene:  the Vader meets Maul confrontation you always wanted, wherein each man wishes he were the other and lots of sarcasm and posturing ensues.

Happy Endings Chapter 2 (Maul & Rhea).  A different ending for this poor pair that’s bad for the galaxy but very good for them.

SEQUEL ERA FICTION:  The Skywalkers have made a mess of things.  Will someone please balance the Force?

Works in a Series:

The Searchers.  Young Ben Solo is fresh from Snoke’s training.  He has a new name, Kylo Ren, and a new job to kill Luke Skywalker.  Witness the rise of the First Order and the coming of age of Darth Ren through the eyes of an original character who reoccurs in the series. Read this one to see Leia confront her fallen son.  (This story is a prequel to Ghosts of the Past.)

Ghosts of the Past.  Kylo Ren meets a stranger scavenging in a wreck on Jakku.  She’s struggling with the here and now, he’s haunted by the past.  Together, they stumble towards an uncertain future amid a backdrop of war.  It won’t end well, but find your HEA in The Chosen One.

The Chosen One. The sequel to Ghosts of the Past.  Emperor Ren now rules the galaxy and it’s a lot harder than he thought it would be, especially now that he’s discovered that he’s father to a teenaged son.  And what to do about Rey?  His genius solution is to lock her in the basement of his palace.  HEA after lots of melodrama.

Fulcrum.  The dark and gritty tale of monstrous young Kylo Ren and the scavenger girl he utterly disdains . . . until he cannot live without her and her precious Light.  Toxic revolting stuff with a high body count of major characters.  For what they say about power is true for love as well:  all those who find love fear to lose it . . . most especially Darth Ren.  Kylo Ren will do terrible things for his Empire, but he will commit unspeakable tragedy to save his Rey.

Fulcrum Part Two.   It sucks to be the Apprentice.  High ick factor on this one, folks.  I’m pretty embarrassed that I wrote it.  But whatever, I own it.

Sequel Trilogy stand-alone stories:

Epilogue. (Fix-it Fiction)  Disney ruined the sequel trilogy.  I tried to fix it.  This is something of a sequel to my story Twilight of the Gods.

Son of Darkness.  Space pope Kylo Ren secretly allies with Resistance Jedi Rey of Jakku in a bid to bring the galaxy together and moderate the First Order.  Also, Rey rules the Rim as Empress!

Tied on a String.   Let the past die.  Kill it, if you have to.  But make sure it’s truly dead.  Supreme Leader Ren asks Rey to join him against Snoke.  Some hate it, but I believe the epilogue to this fic is the best part.

His Padawan.  Kylo Ren hides his new Force strong girlfriend Rey in Vader’s castle while he’s busy conquering the galaxy.  Whoops!  His Master finds out and disapproves.

You Need a Teacher.  Not my fav, tbh.

Immune to the Light.  “If what you say is true, bring her to me.”  Kylo wins the duel on Starkiller Base and brings the scavenger girl home to his Master.  She’s a prodigy Force healer and that’s just what crippled Snoke needs.

Join Me.  Dark Rey rejects a trending-Light Kylo.

Versions of You.  The First Order wins and Emperor Ren maneuvers Rey into being the loyal opposition in his sham-Senate.  It’s all a ploy to get close to his girl.  But when Rey has a second awakening to the Dark Side and goes looking for her Sith Daddy, things go awry.  Lots of Hux in this one and trips to the world-between-worlds Star Wars multiverse.

Four Mothers Chapter 4:  Original Sin.  Parenting young Ben Solo is hard.  Like really hard.

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction #blue envelopes #star wars universe fic

[diazuk-legacy]

Drakis Jin'okros // Kotet: Chapter 9

It time for the season finale. The Eternal Fleet has gone rogue. They threaten to destroy all life in the galaxy. But not if Drakis has something to say about it. Drakis alongside Senya and Acrann storm Zakuul and seize the Eternal Throne.

Valkorian betrayed him and tried to steal his body. But Drakis manages to fight back and kill him once and for all. As a reward for his great accomplishment the throne gifted him a new outfit. With Vette as his Queen Drakis becomes Emperor of the Eternal Alliance

#Drakis Jin'okros #sith warrior #swtor campaign #swtor #swtor oc #screenshots

[queer-starwars-bracket]

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 2): Legends Match 3

Belaya | Identity: wlw | Media: SWTOR

Belaya is an NPC Revan encounters on Datioone when they undergo their Jedi training. During that time, Belaya is a new Jedi Knight while her lover Juhani failed her final trial. She offers Revan several pieces of advice throughout their training. When Juhani “falls” to the Dark Side, she isn’t permitted by the Jedi Council to help her due to their closeness. After Revan saves Juhani, she expresses her gratitude to them. Belaya and Juhani will hang out together in the Enclave until Juhani joins Revan on their journey.

If Revan kills rather than saving Juhani, Belaya will run away from Datioone and will be encountered on Korriban- where she attempts to avenge Juhani. While it is only heavily implied in KOTOR (2003), she was intentionally written as Juhani’s lover. The writing team self censored this because of fear about how GamersTM would react. This makes her tied with Juhani for being the first queer character in Star Wars.

Arcann | Identity: playersexual | Media: SWTOR

What if Zuko was in Star Wars? Arcann is the son of the Valkorian, the Sith Emperor ruling the Eternal Emperor. He was raised with his twin brother Thexan to help his father conquer the known galaxy. After being scarred and losing his right arm, he attempted to kill his father, accidentally killing his brother in the process. When the player character is brought before Valkorian, Arcann succeeds in killing his father (who then proceeds to chill out in the Outlander’s brain). He then rules the Eternal Empire until he is defeated by the Commander. His mother saves his life and takes him to Voss to recover, while his sister takes control of the Eternal Empire. 

In Knights of the Eternal Throne, the player character can decide to allow Senya to heal her son’s “rage”. If the Commander refuses, they will have to kill Senya and Arcann will be physically but not mentally healed. The Commander will later have to kill him. If the Commander agrees with Senya’s plan, Arcann will join the Alliance to help oppose his sister and can be romanced.

#star wars #swtor #sw legends #kotor #swtor kotfe #swtor kotet #arcann #juhani

[starwers]

If there a Commemorative Statue were released of them, what pose would they be in?

Hands clasped loosely behind her back, gazing slightly upwards off into the horizon; think a decent Photoshop edit of the Valkorian statue that already exists.

Post KOTXX we know there's an apocalyptic upheaval on Zakuul because all of the following happens in something like 2 months. Their god emperor is dead. Their religious caste pretty much immediately goes to Iokath to summon their gods. Their military superiority goes from absolute to zero basically overnight. Their droids turn on them and commit massive planetary destruction.

We don't have a lot of detail about what that looks like, but, there are some throwaway lines that there's regional infighting between cities after the eternal fleet starts bombing the planet -- so honestly, there's probably not any person, or group, that could speak for (or speak to) the entire planet.

With what resources are left, I think some of them would be spent on creating a new mythology / cultural identity. You'd see this more in more populous areas (and especially anywhere that hadn't had their spaceports destroyed) but given the scope and scale of how badly things went planet side, repurposing / redesigning existing infrastructure would make up a large part of this.

For example: you'd probably see a mass market version of the Zakuualian knight armor made from lower quality materials applied to the entire (non-droid) security force. Among that sort of adaptation, I think a lot of the monuments to Valkorian / Arcann / Vaylin would get cheapish makeovers into "heroes of the Alliance" style characters.

Furthermore, given that the commander ostensibly maintains some sort of meeting space planetside, the biggest most elaborate statues of Valkorian would be the obvious target for transformation; and then the basic methodology of how to turn your Valkorion statues into statues of the commander spreads widely.

That said, some places planetside probably keep their Valkorian aesthetic and largely wrote off the deaths of their god-emperor as rumors or exaggeration. Even with the holonet and space travel, the farther out you go from direct involvement in the overthrow of Valkorian and the devastation of the bombardment by the fleet the more resistance to change you'd see.

My Trooper hates the pageantry of it all but, it vaguely becomes a point of pride among Alliance members to hear that they've gotten a statue somewhere planetside.

There's also a line of action figures of Alliance Heroes that gets developed using the same model Valkorian inspired pose that makes an appearance in one of my current WIP fics about her defection to the Empire so I uh, just happened to have thought about this.

Also, there's a nicer version that Acina has commissioned using the same pose for Official Imperial Press Usage and even given the weird time frame going on in game right now, the design spreads widely fairly fast to the point where there's at least one monumental sized one on Drommund Kaas.

#swtor #oc ask prompts #republic trooper