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I wish you would write a fic where... Theron somehow amasses a following of actual, physical porn bots droids and shenanigans ensue

I saw this prompt come in and devolved into a fit of heinous cackling. How, oh how could I resist trying to render our collective Tumblr nightmare into fictional text form?

Context: While not required reading, this is technically a sequel to this stunning crackfic, authored so long ago. If you need a refresher on the Medical Droid Love Triangle Saga, follow this link. Or this one, which is the real villain origin story of this fic. Or don't, you're already cursed if you click beyond the read more of this post.

With special thanks to @grumpyhedgehog, @sandwyrm, @storyknitter, @kitsonpaws, and @andveryginger for providing me with ideas, cursed pornbot summaries, and many cursed HoloNet websites that should never exist. You are not required to read any of this.

Technically rated T, but in reality rated N for Nobody, because no one should have to read this. I'm packing my bags, as my ride to superhell just came. Enjoy.

It had started as such a normal day -- if you could indeed have called any day on Odessen “normal”. What with the galaxy always being at the brink of some disaster or another, and their merry little band of misfits being led by the galaxy’s most notorious do-gooder, Theron’s schedule and to-do list had a tendency to get derailed on almost a daily basis.

This, however, was not how that usually happened.

He’d paused, mid-step, finger still hovering over his datapad, mid-entry as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, slowly dawning horror washing over him. His head turned slowly, like one of those doomed characters in a horror holofilm to look at the droid he’d just passed.

It was one of the new ones that had come in on a recent shipment. So new in fact, that there was still a fleet of them in the middle of being unpacked in the Logistics Wing. Shining, tall and blue, its highly polished quadranium head pivoted to look back at him.

“What,” Theron swallowed, willing his voice to sound even and not give in to the creeping dread, “what did you say?”

“Theron Shan,” the droid repeated helpfully, “is a master lover.”

“Oh no.” The words slipped out of their own accord.

“Just a moment, sir,” the droid continued, seemingly oblivious to the human’s distress, “I’m not quite done with your evaluation yet. Let’s see, where were we?”

“No no no no.”

The round flattened dome that served as its head tilted to one side, beady orange eyes sweeping over Theron from head to toe, before resuming its cheery, if horrifying report. “Subject is an exemplary specimen. In good cardiovascular health, above average muscle tone. Tall, well-built, and very clean...”

“Um,” Theron stammered. “I’m...” Flattered? Taken? Leaving? Wait--yes, that last one. “Going now!”

He didn’t give the cursed machine any more time to continue ogling him, instead taking off down the hall at a very brisk walk that nearly bordered on a jog. His mind raced at he beat a hasty retreat, trying to understand what was happening. It had been over a year since the The Incident, dubbed by some as the “Sexy Spy Virus”, and others by much more crude names, where a little harmless reprogramming had taken on a life of its own. Theron had been meticulous in his coding of the antivirus, wanting to ensure that the entire debacle would be forgotten. There was simply no way that it could crop back in on its own.

“Theron,” the brisk accented tone of one Lana Beniko burst in over his comm, “why did a droid just feel the need to inform me that they found rust on its insides during its last tune-up?”

“I don’t know,” Theron insisted, but his words were almost drowned out by a metallic clanking echoing down the corridor.

He threw a look over his shoulder, and to his horror, saw that his robotic admirer had decided to give chase.

“I’m going to have to call you back,” he quickly said into the comm as the droid picked up speed from a walk to an all out gallop.

“Theron,” she sounded both concerned and exasperated, which, considering Lana, was about par the course, “what’s going on?”

“Save me!” He shouted as he took off a dead sprint.

In his many years in the field, Theron had been threatened, sure. Shot at? Many times. He’d been drugged. Tortured. Stabbed through the gut with a lightsaber pike and lived to tell the tale. He’d run into Sith, Revanites, bounty hunters, thugs, fanatics and cultists alike. He’d been in more firefights than he could remember, and more covert ops than he cared to. He’d even been accused of being a traitor (although that was kind of the point at the time).

None of that compared right now to being chased down by a droid yelling at top volume claiming he was the best lover it had ever seen.

And this time, he was pretty sure it wasn’t actually his fault.

He rounded the corner from the corridor leading from the Logistics Wing, passing by the Commander’s (and at this point, his) Quarters. HK-55 and Z0-0M straightened to their full height at his arrival. Oh thank the Force, allies.

“Salutations: Agent Shan, you are looking quite spry today.”

“What?” he panted as he approached.

“Yes, Agent Shan, don’t believe what anyone else is saying!” Zeeyo exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. “Your undercarriage doesn’t look rusty at all!”

Mind sharp as a tack, Theron realized the implications of this just in time, and dodged to the side, ducking and rolling as the assassin-turned-bodyguard droid lunged forward to trap him in a bear hug. Not pausing to even catch his breath, as soon as his feet hit the ground he propelled himself forward and further down the hall.

“Frustration: I only wish to profess my admiration for you, Agent Shan!”

“Nope nope nope nope!” Desperation was starting to tinge the edges of his words now.

The metallic clanking intensified as more droids behind him joined in the chase, all of their vocabulators joining in unison to tell him in one way, or another, that he was in fact, the pinnacle of sexual prowess.

Theron couldn’t run forever, despite whatever their programming was forcing them to say, his stamina would give out before the lustftul droids’ power supplies. As the corridor zigged and twisted, he saw an opening in the form of a door sliding open. Without hesitation he dove in, shoving the individual there, thankfully made of flesh and bone, aside as he slammed the door controls.

The door slid securely shut just as the thunderous clanking filled the corridor beyond, their lustful words of appreciation and encouragement nearly drowned out by the racket. Theron hadn’t bothered to look or count, but he was pretty sure that the number had risen from three in the scant moments it had taken Theron to dart from one corridor to the next.

He held up a hand to his lips as he turned to thank the person who had unwittingly provided his temporary salvation. The words of gratitude died on his lips, as he realized exactly who’s room he had sought refuge in.

For a moment, Theron truly considered surrendering himself to the lusty droid mob.

Draike Highwind’s face was caught somewhere between confusion and amusement, but the latter was winning out as he started to decipher individual phrases drifting in from the corridor. A dark brow arched higher, lips twitching with undisguised mirth as the stupid blue droid that had started this whole mess yelled once again about Theron being a master lover.

More seconds passed, the ruckus quieting down, before silence descended once more, and it was finally safe to speak.

“So,” Draike drew out the word, somehow lacing it with more innuendo than all of the malfunctioning droids combined, “what ya been doing, Shan?”

“Nothing!” he insisted, voice still hushed just in case one of the droids could somehow hear.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” His brother-in-law’s smirk widened into an almost feral grin, eyebrows waggling. “Sounds like you’ve been getting... busy.”

One of the greatest mysteries in the galaxy was how one man could make anything sound that dirty. “I was minding my own business!”

“Oh, I bet you were.”

“You’re having way too much fun with this.”

“I mean...” If looks could kill, the pilot would have melted on the spot. Unfortunately for Theron, Draike was apparently immune to that sort of thing. “How often do I get the chance?”

“Did you do this?”

“Me?” Draike let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Stars, I wish I could have thought of something this good! These are memories I will cherish forever.”

Theron massaged the bridge of his nose. “I hate my life.”

“I mean, I’m not really into droids,” Draike went on, either not knowing (or more likely caring) about his brother-in-law’s predicament, “flesh is more my kind of thing. But you know, if you and the little lady need to spice things up by bringing in a little metal--”

“Please stop. I’m begging you!”

“Begging, eh? So you’re saying you’re more into--“

“Forget it, I’m taking my chances with the sex-crazed machines roaming the halls.” His palm hovered over the door sensors.

“Theron, wait!” There was enough urgency in Draike’s voice to give him pause. “It’s dangerous out there, take this.”

At first, he was honestly afraid to look, expecting to be offered something like a condom or some other bad joke, but was surprised to see the other man holding out a stealth generator.

“To escape your fans.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“I know. I’m a genius.”

“I didn’t say that.” He quickly nabbed the stealth generator before Draike could change his mind and frowned at the initials carved in the side in Aurabesh. “Is this even yours?”

“Eh, close enough.”

Whatever, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Theron would deal with those potential repercussions later. He flicked on the power to the stealth generator which let out a low, almost inaudible hum as a burst of life engulfed his form. He closed his eyes against the sudden burst of brightness, and when he opened them again, dark spots of the light pattern danced in his vision for a few seconds. He blinked a few more times before they faded away.

He waved an arm experimentally in front of his face, and only felt the slight movement of air. Draike didn’t seem to react at all, and that was probably good enough.

“Thanks,” he said, palming the sensor to the door.

Draike rolled his eyes and ambled out into the corridor, looking around with the air of a man all too used to hiding from those looking for him. Theron watched as he raised a hand to a very slowly moving GNK power droid.

“How’s it hanging?”

“GONK!”

“Oh yeah? You don’t say! I think I saw him head that way.” Draike pointed in the direction leading to cantina. “Just between you and me, I heard he’s sweet on that droid who’s a comfort enthusiast.”

“GONK! GONK! GONK!”

Still hidden underneath the stealth field, Theron had to bite down the urge to make any noise of frustration and just turned an invisible, irritated gaze at the other man’s back. As if sensing Theron’s irritation, Draike just grinned wider.

“Yeah, you know how those spy types are. Always toying with droids’ hearts. You could do better than him.”

“GONK!”

“Oh, you spicy droid! Yeah, trundle off that way, big guy. I’m sure you’ll catch him!”

With a loud clanking, the GNK droid began his slow and steady journey towards the cantina. As the echoes finally faded, Draike casually stretched, pointing towards the direction of the War Room.

Theron skulked on by, but not before giving his brother-in-law a well deserved whop upside the head. The stealth field flickered momentarily on the physical contact before shimmering back into place.

“It’d serve you right to get caught by doing that,” Draike sniffed indignantly, “after all I’ve done to help you.”

“When all of this is over--”

“Hush now,” Draike waved at the air in front of him. “You have bigger problems to deal with. Meanwhile, I will be heading to the cantina. And definitely won’t be live-streaming any brawls breaking out over the Master Lover breaking droid hearts everywhere.”

Theron snorted out an annoyed breath, and checked his urge to trip Draike as he sauntered off, hands jammed into his pockets as he whistled a jaunty tune. Like the purloined stealth generator, he’d have to worry about slicing and corrupting any servers containing evidence of this mess after he figured out how to stop whatever this was from spreading any further.

The upside to this whole unfortunate side encounter, was that the stealth generator made it possible for him to quietly creep around any droids he passed in the corridor. Most seemed to be making a hasty exit for the cantina, almost as if word had spread of Drake’s false rumor about his and C2-N2’s torrid love affair and every heartbroken circuit was flocking in that direction now.

And when he thought about it like that, when exactly had this become his life? Oh, right. Like fifteen minutes ago. Or however long this nightmare had started. Time had sort of lost meaning, if he were being honest.

He managed to make it to the war room, undetected and unmolested, and quietly snuck his way towards the irritable blonde Sith, holding her head in her hands as if she were battling the world’s strongest migraine. As Theron approached the Sith, he could hear her muttering under her breath in frustration. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat, causing her to jerk her head up in surprise.

“Who’s there?”

“Quiet,” Theron hissed. “They might hear you.”

“Oh, for Sith’s sake,” she exhaled, “where in the blazes have you been?”

“Hiding,” he whispered urgently. “These droids have all gone haywire!”

“And who’s fault is that, I wonder.”

“Not me,” he insisted, “not this time!”

“Right,” she said sardonically, “and I suppose that’s why there isn’t a reality holoseries entitled ‘Programmed for Love’ currently being live-streamed in the cantina for the entire HoloNet to see.”

“Damn it, Draike!” Theron cursed. “I thought he was joking about that.”

“Of course. How did I not see that coming?” she muttered.

“I’ll slice in and scrub all of the servers after we figure out this... this... whatever this is?”

“Your insecurities laid bare in binary?” she suggested, oh so helpfully.

“Why did I come to you for help again?”

“Because--”

It was at that point, that a probe droid, currently speeding its way towards the cantina, happened to take notice of Lana talking to thin air, and veered off its intended trajectory, heading straight for Theron’s position near the back of the war room. If the loud alarms and flashing lights were any indication, it had been able to see through his stealth generator.

Wait... those weren’t alarm proximities it was flashing. As Theron watched its rapid approach, he couldn’t help but stare at it in dumb fascination, brow furrowing as he tried to make out the images it was projecting. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost say it was a bizarre mixture of Aurabesh and hologlyphs.

He squinted, just able to make out: “DX-98 🤖🔥 Analytical Scanner 💋🙏 Okara Droid Factory 🔍🌌💕 Exobiology Research 🥵🍑 Top HoloFans 0.7%!”

Before he had a chance to process any of that, the droid was already upon him, pincher arms spreading wide to snap him up for some purpose far beyond its original programming. He only had milliseconds to react before the droid reached him, when an explosive force sent the droid flying backwards harmlessly, and had Theron landing ungracefully on his tailbone. The stealth field fizzled out with a pop on his impact with the ground.

A familiar figure landed between him and the droid, twin blue scarves billowing behind her dramatically, blonde ponytail swaying with the motion of her movement. A small frown of concentration bunched her forehead as his wife threw a concerned look in his direction.

“You requested rescue?” Grey asked.

“Ah, my knight in shining armor has arrived,” he quipped back.

“I am not wearing my armor.” The frown of concentration morphed into one of confusion.

“I--never mind.” He pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his hands. “Thank you for the timely intervention.”

She graced him with a hint of a smile and a bob of her head in acknowledgment. “Any time.”

“As touching as all of this is,” Lana broke in sourly, “it still doesn’t solve our larger problem.”

“Yeah,” Theron rubbed the back of his neck, “you’re not wrong. It sounds like this has spread across the entire base?”

“It appears that way,” Lana said tightly. “You know, you assured me that all of this had been taken care of the last time we dealt with this issue.”

“Hey now,” he bit back, “I’m a man of my word!”

She snorted at that. “Tell that to the Umbaran Transit Authority.”

“How are you still mad about that?”

“You tazed me!”

“Focus,” Grey said, eyeing the stunned probe droid warily. “If memory serves me correct, you had a program you deployed to revert the programming of the droids the last time this happened.”

“Yes, that’s what doesn’t make sense.” He watched as the holoprojectors on the downed probe droid flickered, hologlyphs flashing rapidly in the War Room’s dim light. “I programmed it to eliminate all trace of the offending code. The only way it could be reappearing now is if someone took one of the infected droids offline before I deployed...”

Lana arrived at the same conclusion right about the time that Theron did, picking up the thought. “I seem to recall a certain someone requesting you replicate your work for less-than-legal purposes.”

Theron angrily punched the button on his comm as he growled, “Gault!”

The Devaronian’s voice came back immediately, almost a little too suave. “Theron! What a surprise to hear your dulcet tones requesting my presence.”

“Gault,” Lana managed to keep some measure of calm, “are you responsible for this current situation?”

“What situation is that?” he asked far too innocently, even as a distant call of a droid’s clanking nearly drowned out it’s loud declaration of the presence of rust on one Theron Shan’s “bolt”. There was a moment of silence before he continued. “Oh! You mean the lustful droids currently running amok on the base?”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Lana said dryly. “My original question stands.”

“I am shocked, shocked and scandalized that my name would be the first to come to mind! Might I remind you, it was one Miss Djannis who requested you create her a Shan Sexbot.”

“Yeah,” Kaliyo jumped in on the comms, clearly annoyed, the sound of metallic brawling nearly drowning out her voice, “I wanted it for hilarious crimes! Not whatever the fuck this is!”

“Gault,” a third voice, Hylo Visz, cut in. From the background noise, it seemed she was in the same location as Kaliyo. “I swear, if you don’t help us figure out how to stop this, when you’re not looking I’ll cut off your--”

“Okay, okay, geez!” He interrupted before his significant other could finish whatever that threat was. “Fine, it was me! I deactivated a droid before Theron uploaded his program.”

“Of course.” Lana rolled her eyes upwards, as if asking the Force for patience.

“In my defense,” Gault continued, “originally it was just to shut the stupid thing up! But then Kaliyo came up with that brilliant idea for the Shan Sexbot Distraction, and I thought, why not hold on to this beauty in case it came in handy for a con?”

The sound of Theron smacking his forehead in frustration echoed throughout the War Room.

“So you know, just had a fun idea come to me the other day, so I extracted the original programming and altered a few things, and tried to put it into a new droid for my plan.”

“Did that droid happen to be a blue medical monstrosity?” Theron was actively massaging his temples at this point.

“I will have you know,” Gault said, “that BL-U3 is a consummate professional. You would be lucky to have him perform a medical exam on you!”

“Yeah, that was definitely his intent,” Theron shot back. “Purely professional and not lecherous at all! Which was not in any of my code.”

“Hey, I never claimed to be very talented when it came to software programming. I may have made a mistake or two when altering your code.”

“May have?!”

“How was I supposed to know that the remnants of the Gemini Frequency code in our systems was going to work after the entire Eternal Fleet had gone offline and deploy your software STD to the entire network? Sue me!”

“I’m considering it!”

Before the mostly pointless argument could escalate any further, the sounds of metallic clanking from above, roughly from the location of the cantina, began to grow closer, the cacophony increasing in volume, until it sounded like it was coming in all directions.

“That is not a good sign,” Grey’s mutter was nearly lost to the noise.

“Hey,” Drake’s annoyed voice cut in over the comm, “my livestream is now officially ruined! I hope you’re all happy!”

“I’m afraid to even ask why,” Theron said.

“Oh, it seems all of my extremely eligible and single contestants heard your voice over the comms and abandoned challenging Seetoo Enntoo to unarmed droid combat for the right to court you, and are now all headed in your direction.”

“Oops.”

“Worry not Agent Shan,” the unusually warbly vocabulator of C2-N2 came over the comms, “I will not rest until I alone can provide you with the ultimate in comfort!”

“We should probably get a different housekeeping droid after this is all over,” he told his wife.

That seemed a lesser concern to Grey, as she had shifted into Alliance Commander mode, and was currently on the comms, shouting for every available member of the Force Enclave to get to the War Room as fast as possible to help hold off the incoming army of lustful droids.

Yeah, come to think of it, that was probably more important.

“We must use nonlethal force,” she stressed, giving a particularly severe look to Lana when she said that, getting a simple nonplussed shrug in return, “as we only need to hold the droids at bay until we can come up with a solution. They are not to blame for what’s happening.”

Theron begged to differ, but she was probably right in this case. The cost of repairing or replacing an entire base full of droids would be astronomical.

As Force users began to stream in and take up position around the room, the sound of wheels racing along the metal plating caught Theron's attention, and he looked over to see a familiar silver T7-series astromech racing into the room. He tensed up instinctively at the sight of a droid, as anyone would have in his situation.

“Teeseven!” Grey called out with a smile, clearly not as wary or droidshy.

The little astromech let out a friendly whistle and series of chirps in binary, that roughly translated to: “T7-01 = Safe! // Been off network entire morning!”

“Oh, what a relief,” she breathed, “I would have hated for you to be infected with this too!”

He let out another series of beeps: “T7-01 = still in possession of original antivirus code. // Can tweak it and upload to servers = Save the day?”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Theron muttered.

“T7 = not scared!”

Grey’s expression melted into one of admiration and pride. “Teeseven, that’s incredibly brave -- but are you sure? Theron’s right, it could be very dangerous.”

“T7 = Jedi + Theron’s friend. // Helping > Risk!”

She looked at him and he returned the gaze with a small nod, realizing there wasn’t much in the way of choice. It was either that or let the droids overrun them. And then whatever happened when one of them actually got their hands on on Theron -- a prospect he wasn’t really that thrilled to explore right now.

“Fine,” he said tersely, “let’s do this!”

The two of them rushed over to the center console in the room, Theron pulling out his slicer spike as Teeseven plugged his scomplink arm into the main network terminal. The rest of their reinforcements from the Force Enclave arrived just in time and formed a ring around the two slicers. They managed to erect a large Force barrier just as the metallic clanging and clatter grew to a roar, announcing the arrival of the lecherous horde.

Near the front of the mob, Z0-0M threw up her arms in glee and excitement as she jumped to try and catch sight of her beloved. “There you are Agent Shan! You left before we could finish our conversation -- you were saying something about oxidation?”

“Interjection: Do not listen to this hussy, Theron! You and I will make sweet explosions together!”

Theron valiantly tuned them out as he took in a feed of the original antivirus code that Teeseven shared with him. Yes, this all looked correct. Unfortunately, he was going to need get a look to see how Gault had mutilated his beautiful original coding to know how to alter it.

Teeseven was two steps ahead of him, and a stream of code flashed across the HUD in his ocular implants. He watched in horror as he saw the butchery with his own two eyes.

“Gault, where the hell did you get this code?” he asked over the comms incredulously. “HornHub?”

“Excuse you, I only frequent the classiest places on the galactic communications grid, like HoloHump!” The growl of Gault’s name from a very angry Mirialan smuggler had him quickly adding. “You know, I’m just going to shut up and let you concentrate on what you’re doing.”

Teeseven, ever the valiant worker, ignored the conversation completely, and was hard at work running diagnostics on the altered code and the best way to modify the antivirus to address it. Theron watched the stream of letters and numbers fly across the HUD at lightning speed.

The little guy was good at what he did. He let out a flurry of beeps and whistles as almost the last piece of this very lurid puzzle started to fall into place. The little droid seemed to almost be singing along with the code as he wrote it, like a mechanical maestro conducting an orchestra. They were close, so close and--

The next whistle Teeseven let out was not his normal, cheerful way of communication, much lower in timbre and more seductive.

No.

Teeseven whirled his flat head around until his visual sensor faced Theron, and let out another wolf whistle, his holoprojector lighting up to proudly display: T7-01 🤖👀🔍 Observant 👁️🔭 Scanner 🔍🏞️ Tython 🌄👏 215 🍒♎ Repairing 👅🙈 Top HoloFans 3.6%

“What was that?” Grey shouted to be heard over the droids catcalling.

“No no no no,” Theron muttered, “we’re so close! Don’t do this to me, little buddy!”

“What happened to my precious baby boy?” Grey demanded, sweat trickling down the side of her face as she struggled to maintain the Force barrier.

Beyond the barrier, the rest of the porndroid army followed suit with Teeseven, all either wildly projecting their own series of hologlyphs and random facts about themselves and their planets of origins, while others struck disturbingly seductive poses, and a scant few demanded that “ShanDaddy” start a holocall with them in private.

With no time and no recourse left, Theron dove back into the system, yanking Teeseven’s unfinished code as he was nearly overwhelmed with lewd images and thirsty hologlyphs, struggling to finish and upload the code as the volume in the War Room rose to a crescendo just as the Force users’ began to fall, one after the other, their barrier weakening by the moment.

The overwhelming cacophony of hologlyphs, lewd poses, and robotic come-ons that had filled the War Room suddenly disappeared. All eyes turned to the droids as almost in unison, as they all powered down—a sign that their malware had been neutralized. Theron slumped back in relief, his work finally done.

Grey, Lana, and the others let out a long sigh of relief, the tension leaving their bodies in a rush.

“Thank the Force,” Grey murmured, sinking down to the ground. “I do not think I could have held that barrier much longer.”

Theron nodded, feeling a similar sense of exhaustion. He leaned back against the console, closing his eyes but was unable to banish the mentally scarring series of images that were probably permanently burned into his retinas.

“Remind me,” he said faintly, “to obliterate HoloHump’s servers. Once I’m done murdering Gault.”

“You act as if there will be anything left after I find him,” Lana said darkly.

“Remember everyone,” Grey spoke in her best and most official Alliance Commander voice, “murder is bad and frowned upon in the Official Alliance Employee Handbook.”

“Query: Why are we all in the War Room?” HK-55 asked as he came back online. “And more importantly, why is that blue meddroid manipulating its medical instruments into a heart shape, as if expressing affection towards the Commander?”

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Queer Star Wars Characters: FINAL

Juhani | Identity: lesbian | Media: Knights of the Old Republic

Juhani from 2003’s Knights of the Old Republic was the first ever queer character in Star Wars. The Mandalorian Wars rendered Juhani’s family refugees on Taris after the destruction of their homeplanet of Cathar. Juhani was enslaved due to her mother’s debts, but was liberated by the Revanchists when they freed Taris from Mandalorian rule. This inspired her to travel to Dantooine to train as a Jedi, where she fell in love with her fellow padawan Belaya. For her final trial, she was tricked into believing she killed her master when consumed by the Dark Side. She fled into the wilds of Dantooine, her turmoil agitating the wildlife. Dealing with Juhani is the player’s final trial as a Jedi, and they can either kill Juhani or handle the situation diplomatically and return her to the light. She then joins the player as a companion.

Traveling together, Juhani grows close to Revan and can be romanced by female Revans (the game shipped with the gender flag for romance bugged, but she is intended to be a lesbian). She takes the player turning out to be Revan very well, as she never truly accepted that Revan turned to the Dark Side due to how the Revanchists saved her. If the Dark Side ending is chosen, the player must kill Juhani.

Juhani strives to be a good Jedi, strongly believing in their principles. However, she struggles with the in-born aggression and heightened anger of her species, which with her perfectionism creates a vicious cycle that drives her towards the Dark Side. Other than Revan, she kept herself separate from the rest of the crew of the Ebon Hawk, especially Canderous Ordo due to the Mandalorian’s genocide of her people. She was also full of bitterness regarding the racism she faced on Taris, and struggled not to lash out against all humans because of it.

Chelli Lona Aphra | Identity: lesbian | Media: Star Wars Comics

Oh Aphra, where to begin. Honestly the best way I can describe her is that she’s Star Wars’ Vriska. She’s a “rogue archeologist” and in marketing material sometimes compared to Indiana Jones, but the only similarity is that she can feature in the same wacky stories about retrieving artifacts except with none of the mismatch between modern ideas about archeology and repatriation and Indy being the hero, because she specifically isn’t. She was originally created for the 2015 Darth Vader comic series, recruited to help Vader raise a force that would let him coup the Emperor. She was so popular she then got her own comic series, making her the breakout star of the Disney/Marvel Star Wars comics. The Fandom Menace can’t touch her.

Her comics have been a series of frankly strange adventures involving Force artifacts, Vader either working with her or wanting her dead, and double crosses that leave your head spinning. She has Thrawn level tactical abilities, but only for schemes. She is haunted by how her trauma born behaviors make it hard for her to maintain relationships and be a good person. She has so many exes it's an entire section of this tournament. Her most significant relationships have been with Sana Starros and Magna Tolvan. As of the end of the Spark Eternal arc, the comic seems to be leaning towards a poly ending with the three of them, but first Aphra needs to stop self sabotaging.

One of Aphra’s greatest achievements was at the end of her 2016 comic run, where she trapped Vader in a PTSD flashback Force artifact on Tython and hacked his suit to allow her to erase Hoth from the Empire’s records. She did this for the sake of her loved ones who had joined the Alliance. Doing this gave Echo Base enough time to build up before they were found again that they were able to evacuate much more efficiently. That’s right, disaster lesbian love saved the Rebellion.

#star wars #sw #sw legends #kotor #juhani #doctor aphra #chelli lona aphra #sw comics #sw doctor aphra #doctor aphra comics

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borealtwilight · 2 months

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Tyûkshâsotasha Vex

Birth name: Ashara’ven Talis

Full name: Tyûkshâsotasha Vex Tsisajakqo

Basic-ified name: Ashala Vex

Nicknames, titles, etc:

Asha ( utilized by those closest to her ), Ash ( utilized only by Orgus )

Commander of the Eternal Alliance, Alliance Commander, Commander

Hero of Tython

Outlander

Master Ashala / Master Vex ( utilized interchangeably )

Battlemaster of the Jedi Order

Princess of House Talis, Princess Ashara’ven ( no longer recognized, former title )

Champion of the Order

( a various array of nicknames in Tsis dialects, courtesy of Vowrawn )

Species: Sith Pureblood with recent human ancestry

Place of Birth: Tundra, Precipice

Gender & Pronouns: Cis female, she/her

Sexuality: Demisexual / demi-romantic

Height: 6’7”

DOB: 3675 BBY ( 32 at beginning of Class Story )

Class & subclass: Knight Guardian

In-game Romance / canon SO: No in-game romance / Malavai Quinn

[NB]: Her Tsis name, which she chooses as a young woman, Tyûkshâsotasha, means “victory of strength through struggle”. She later adopts Vowrawn’s family name, Tsisajakqo, as her own, seeing him as a grandfatherly figure ( headcanon created in conjunction with dearest @hermitmoss ! ) because, despite being of the Empire, he is Tsis, like her. Darth Marr’s younger full sister; they co-run the Eternal Alliance.

#swtor ocs #jedi knight #swtor #natty's ocs #the kovra legacy;;#asha vex jk ;;

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First chapter of my new fanfiction in the SWTOR fandom (in French) around a breakup of a platonic relationship and the consequences linked to it. Includes the OC of a very dear author friend @introversiontherapy 🥰🥰🥰

I plan 6 chapters (maybe a little more) for this fanfiction.

And what is certain is that this will not be the only fanfiction that I will publish in 2024! 😈

About fanfiction

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Original Alien Character(s), Female Sith Inquisitor, Original Human Character(s), Male Sith Warrior, Darth Malgus, Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython.

Relationships: Original Sith Character(s) & Original Sith Character(s), Original Sith Character(s) & Darth Malgus, Original Sith Character(s) & Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython

Summary: Sofonisba, Sith Inquisitor, has lost a dear friend. Raxn, a Sith warrior, left overnight. This departure greatly torments the Twil'ek who, to escape her pain, puts herself in the service of Darth Malgus. But forgetting is not that easy. By fleeing, she only sinks deeper into depression to the point that Darth Malgus feels obligated to do something to help her. But it's hard to help someone when your whole thing revolves around the dark side of the Force... But maybe somewhere in the Galaxy there are more knowledgeable people on this subject.

#star wars fan fiction #swtor #swtor fanfiction #fanfic : Un nouveau départ #my fanfictions

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Name: Tigerihak Jorgan

Profile: Tiger skined male cather and son of Goldsawkin Nal and Aric Jorgan

“Why do you think people should vote for you?” “I’m pretty good looking and i’m very good at combat. I heard the prize is very good so I want in. Vote for me"

Name: Kianmari Srisgrace

Profile: Confirmed Hero of Tython. Female Jedi Knight. Slayer of the Sith Emperor and Commander of the Alliance. But Is a walking fire breathing zombie underneath all that armour.

“Why do you think people should vote for you?” Kianmari: “ I don’t know I’m just in it for the prize. My armour is shiny and golden so that might get me some votes. And afterall I am the Hero of Tython one of most famous and skilled knights in the galaxy."

Tigerihak Jorgan "I'm quite honor to be in your presence Master Jedi."

Kianmari Srisgrace "Thank you Solider" "At least some one recognize my rank" She whispered.

Tigerihak Jorgan "Could I ask you a question? It about the rumors. I need to know'

Kiamari Srisgrace "Go ahead"

Tigerihak Jorgan "Is it true that you are an undead?"

Kianmari Srisgrace "It true. But I assure you, I am no ghoul nor zombie so your perfectly safe"

Tigerihak Jorgan "Thank goodness. I was concern you might have been one of those Nekghoul. It good to be proven wrong. Then what are you exactly?"

Kianmari Srisgrace "A Banshee"

#Tigerihak Jorgan #Kianmari Srisgrace #diazuk legacy sexyperson tournament #oc sexyperson tournament #swtor #swtor oc #swtor campaign #republic trooper #jedi knight #oc dialogue #character banter #poll

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Title: Collision Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic Characters: Female Consular/Outlander, Female Jedi Knight Ships: Consular & Knight (platonic/familial) Description: The Hero of Tython speaks with the Outlander for the first time since Marr's ship went up in flames. Prompt: That wasn’t my intention.

AO3 Link

Kira looked back over her shoulder at her wife as the door slid shut, leaving the Outlander and the Hero of Tython alone.

Aisha looked over at Melyn. The dark side corruption that used to mar her face was gone, but now, she just looked tired. She sighed, leaning against the mission control table beside her. She looked as if she wanted to rest, but…

Melyn looked different. The twi’lek was, somehow, full of life. The smile on her face was genuine, and she bounced on her feet as if overwhelmed by anxiety. Only a few moments after Kira and the others had left, she was closing the space between her and Aisha. Aisha didn’t back away, but she did eye her wearily.

“I can’t believe it’s really you.” Melyn said, “I asked everyone I saw about you, but no one knew. No one. I almost thought that you were dead.”

Aisha shrugged. “I was busy.”

“Oh, of course. I completely understand. Your mission was important, and I’m very grateful to you for it. If only Master Satele… ah, no. Let’s not worry about that right now. I’m just glad you’re back!”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll have to send a message to Ashara, I know she’ll want to see you again.”

“Maybe.”

“Trust me, she’ll be ecstatic. Especially now that you’re here! We can actually work together again! How long has it been since the three of us were actually on the same side?”

Aisha’s lips pressed together. “I don’t know, Mel.”

To her credit, Melyn finally noticed that something was wrong. She paused in her enthusiasm. “You know that she was never Sith, right?”

“I know.”

“And even if she was, there are a lot of Sith in the Alliance.”

“I noticed.”

An awkward silence drifted between them. The gears in Melyn’s head whirred as she tried to work out what was wrong with Aisha.

“Did something happen between you two…?”

“No.”

Melyn’s lekku twitched. It was a small movement, but it caught Aisha’s attention. In all the time that she’d known her, she had never known Melyn to be expressive with her lekku. How much else had changed?

“Is… something wrong?”

Aisha looked down at Melyn. The Outlander’s brows were furrowed, and her purple eyes were wide. Her presence in the Force was open, genuine as it always had been. Something about that just made the togruta feel all the more angry.

“I was an idiot when we were younger, Mel. Ashara has never been on another side. She just changed her means of achieving our goals. We talked about it before I went off the grid.”

“Oh.” Melyn reached up and stroked her lekku. This, at least, was a nervous habit that Aisha recognised. “She didn’t mention that.”

“Yeah.” Aisha fell silent again, and considered leaving things as they were. While she didn’t like it, she felt satisfied watching Melyn flounder. But after a moment, she pushed the urge away.

“But you are right that we haven’t been on the same side for a long time.”

“Uh- we? What do you mean?”

There was nothing but genuine confusion and concern colouring Melyn’s presence in the Force. Aisha wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.

“You left, Mel.”

Melyn blinked. “Well, technically, but I was - I mean - I was sort of kidnapped and then frozen in carbonite.”

“I know. I read the reports. But, tell me, why were you on Marr’s ship?”

“He invited me.” Melyn spoke slowly.

“Why?”

“Because we worked together on Yavin. You know this. You were there.”

“Wrong answer.”

“No, that’s - that’s what happened. I don’t know what else you could possibly want me to say!”

“Try the truth!”

“That is the truth! Aisha, what’s wrong?”

Aisha clicked her tongue and shook her head, pushing away from the table and prowling further into the room. She looked out of the window, out towards the wilderness of Odessen. There is no emotion, she told herself, but it didn’t really do much to lessen the maelstrom of anger swirling inside her.

“When you left, everything fell apart. We tried to fight back against Zakuul, but we were completely outmatched. Then Grandmaster Satele went missing, and Master Gnost-Dural left for Ossus. The Council fell apart, and those of us who refused to go into hiding had nothing left.

“Kira and I went looking for… I don’t know. Answers, some clue of what to do - anything. We found recordings of your meetings. I heard what you said.”

“...What did you hear?”

“After recent experiences, I have reason to believe that Knight Aisha is not fit for service.”

Melyn winced.

“So now you remember?” Aisha asked, unable to keep the accusatory tone out of her voice.

“Look, I… Aisha… you seem so much better now, but you weren’t- you weren’t okay after what happened. As Barsen’thor, it’s my duty to-”

“Don’t hide behind titles, Mel. We’re sisters. Aren’t we?”

“Of course we are! But it’s- it would have been irresponsible to-”

“To not tell the entire Council that I was defective? That I was falling? That I was dangerous?”

“That wasn’t my intention.”

“Then what was? I can’t imagine what could possibly have been-”

“I wanted you to be safe!”

It was the first time that Melyn had raised her voice. Actually, Aisha wasn’t sure if she had ever heard the other Jedi shout before. Her presence in the Force was scattered, and there was more emotion rolling off her than Aisha believed she had ever felt from her before. She swallowed past the lump in her throat.

“I… I mean…” Melyn’s eyes darted around, something bordering on panic barely concealed. “On- on Yavin, you were so… I’d never seen you so…”

Melyn trailed off. She looked almost lost.

Aisha didn’t remember Yavin well. It was as if someone had snatched those months from her memory, and all that was left was a vague sense of dread - but Kira had told her some of what had happened. She thought it was probably best that she didn’t directly remember.

“How did saying that keep me safe?” Aisha finally asked.

“...We knew that we were heading towards war against Zakuul. We needed to be ready to fight. Every available Jedi would be expected to play their part, and you… you were the Battlemaster. Your skills were renowned. They wanted you on the front lines. Perhaps I was being selfish, but I didn’t want that for you. I thought that you had already been through enough.”

Aisha shook her head, and spoke again, but this time her voice was more gentle. “But you didn’t talk to me about it, Mel.”

“It was my responsibility…” This time, Aisha didn’t interrupt Melyn as she spoke, “...You would have disagreed. You would have told me that you were fine, and it would have been a lie. I am Barsen’thor, and I am your sister. I wasn’t going to let you get hurt, even if that’s what you wanted.”

“A Jedi’s life is sacrifice.”

“Maybe, but… should it be? I don’t know. I don’t have all of the answers. I just knew you were in pain, and I wanted to shield you from it.”

Aisha wanted to argue back, and tell her that it wasn’t her job to shield her, but bit her tongue with the sickening realisation that it literally was. Instead, she fell silent, continuing only when she was sure of what she wanted to say.

“You didn’t… really… shield me from pain. When I was told what happened, I was- it hurt. I blamed myself. I thought… if only I had been there. If only I had protected you. When I heard that meeting, it was worse. I thought that I had failed you. I thought that if I had been stronger… Perhaps you would have trusted me enough to let me be by your side again. Perhaps you wouldn’t have been lost.”

“I never stopped trusting you, Aisha.”

Aisha swallowed, and looked away quickly. There was too much to process right now. It was starting to become overwhelming.

Picking up on her nonverbal cues immediately, this time, Melyn stepped back.

“You should catch up with Kira and Scourge. I’m sure you need to rest after the journey here. We can… talk more later.”

Aisha nodded, and started towards the door. At the threshold, she looked back, and hesitated.

“Mel…?”

“Yes?”

“...I missed you.”

Melyn smiled, a bittersweet sadness softening her eyes. “I missed you, too.”

#fictober22 #swtor #jedi knight #jedi consular #melyn #aisha

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imperial-topaz2003 · 2 years

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Fenris Prime’s SWTOR OC Masterpost (OVERHAUL PENDING)

The Zarmahan Legacy Core Eight

Brenddal Leathon, Sith Warrior

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 37 (at the end of KOTET)

Homeworld: Ziost

Alignment: Neutral-Light Side

Sexuality: Bisexual (male-leaning)

Role: Emperor’s Empire’s Wrath, The Outlander, Commander of the Eternal Alliance

Romance: Theron Shan

Nickname: Bren

Yulizzia Orlais, Jedi Knight

Gender: Female

Species: Zabrak

Age: 37 (at the end of KOTET)

Homeworld: Balmorra

Alignment: Light Side (mostly)

Sexuality: Demisexual, Panromantic

Role: Hero of Tython, Jedi Battlemaster, The Outlander #2, Deputy Commander of the Eternal Alliance

Romance: Kira Carsen

Nickname: Yul, Yuli

Raga'vash'luzau, Imperial Agent

Gender: Male

Species: Chiss

Age: 39 (at the end of KOTET)

Homeworld: Csilla

Alignment: Neutral (leaning dark)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Role: Former Csilla Secret Police, Former Cipher Nine, Former Imperial Commander, Spymaster of the Eternal Alliance, House Miurani Advisor

Romance: Theron Shan (formerly Yana-Ton)

Nickname: A'vash'l

Aellisu Zarmahan, Smuggler

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 35 (at the end of KOTET)

Homeworld: Ziost

Alignment: Neutral-Light Side

Sexuality: Straight Normie Heterosexual

Role: Former Imperial Pilot, Republic Privateer, Voidhound, Underworld Kingpin, Advisor to Hylo Visz

Romance: Akaavi Spar (formerly Risha)

Nickname: Ael

Baduenda Orlais, Republic Trooper

Gender: Female

Species: Zabrak

Age: 40 (at the end of KOTET)

Homeworld: Balmorra

Alignment: Neutral-Dark

Sexuality: Asexual, Aromantic

Role: Former Balmorran Resistance Fighter, Former Havoc Squad Commander, Chief Military Advisor for the Eternal Alliance

Romance: None

Nickname: Badu

Hadisha Lok, Bounty Hunter

Gender: Female

Species: Cathar

Homeworld: Corellia

Alignment: Neutral-Light

Sexuality: Pansexual, Polyamorous

Role: Champion of the Great Hunt, Leader of Clan Lok, Enforcer of the Eternal Alliance

Romance: Mako and Torian

Nickname: Hadi

Jedi Consular (IN THE PROCESS OF BEING OVERHAULED. CHECK BACK LATER)

Sith Inquisitor (IN THE PROCESS OF BEING OVERHAULED. CHECK BACK LATER)

#swtor #fenrisprime2003 #masterpost #the Zarmahan Legacy #SWTOR OC #swtor legacy #oc masterpost #oc: Tyrrnith Zarmahan #oc: Yulizzia Orlais #oc: Avashl #oc: Aellisu Zarmahan #oc: Baduenda Orlais #oc: Hadisha Lok

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serenscarlett-moved · 2 years

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Character Profiles : Main Characters. [1/?]

Supporting Characters + Antagonists.

Name: Sevket Nevrakis Aliases: Darth Kritanta, Wrath Species: Sith Pureblood Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them Orientation: Demisexual Age: Presumingly 150+ Birthyear: Unknown Height: 6′7 Bloodlines: Revan Homeworld: Unknown Occupation: Sith Lord, The Wrath Specialisation: Juggarnaut, offense tank. Class Story Arc: Sith Warrior Love Interest: Darth Vowrawn Voiceclaim: Henry Cavill Siblings: Acina (adoptive) Children: Arisaira + Jazzeira Grandchildren: Naomi

Name: Arisaira Nevrakis Aliases: Aris, Cipher Nine, Hand of Jadus. Species: Kiffar-Sith Pureblood. Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Lesbian Age: 23 as of 3643 bby. Birthyear: 3666 bby. Height: 5′4 Bloodlines: Revan + Visas Marr Vaswani. Homeworld: Ziost Occupation: Cipher Agent Specialisation: Sniper, marksmanship. Class Story Arc: Imperial Agent Love Interest: Darth Marr Faceclaim: Sonam Kapoor Parents: Kritanta + Vowrawn Children: Naomi (with Darth Jadus)

Name: Jazzeira Nevrakis Aliases: Jazz, Hero of Tython Species: Kiffar-Sith Pureblood. Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Panromantic Age: 23 as of 3643 bby. Birthyear: 3666 bby. Height: 5′4 Bloodlines: Revan + Visas Marr Vaswani. Homeworld: Ziost Occupation: Jedi Knight Specialisation: Assassin, stealth inflitraton. Class Story Arc: Jedi Knight Love Interest: Tau Idair Faceclaim: Ileana D’Cruz Parents: Kritanta + Vowrawn

Name: Kavi Vaswani Aliases: Darth Vowrawn, Dark Councillor. Species: Sith Pureblood Gender: Transgender Pronouns: He/Him Orientation: Gay Age: 59 as of 3643 bby Birthyear: 3702 bby Height: 5′10 Bloodlines: Visas Marr Vaswani. Homeworld: Korriban Occupation: Sith Lord, Member of the Dark Council. Specialisation: Sorcerer, lightning mastery. Class Story Arc: Sith Warrior Love Interest: Kritanta Faceclaim: Dev Patel Children: Arisaira + Jazzeira Grandchildren: Naomi

Name: Beren Aliases: Darth Marr, Dark Councillor, unofficial Empire Leader Species: Chiss-Zabrak Gender: Genderfluid, Transgender Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them Orientation: Demisexual Age: 45 as of 3643 bby Birthyear: 3688 bby Height: 6′6 Bloodlines: Bao-Dur + Darth Nilihus Homeworld: Korriban Occupation: Sith Lord, Member of the Dark Council. Specialisation: Juggarnaut, defense tank. Class Story Arc: Imperial Agent Love Interest: Arisaira Children: Naomi (adopted)

Name: Tau Idair Aliases: n/a Species: Human Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Lesbian Age: 27 as of 3643 bby Birthyear: 3670 bby Height: 6′4 Bloodlines: Jedi Exile + Jolee Bindo Homeworld: Korriban Occupation: Jedi Knight Specialisation: Guardian, defense tank, Class Story Arc: Jedi Knight Love Interest: Jazzeira

#nevrakis legacy headcanons #nevrakis character notes #oc: darth kritanta #oc: jazzeira nevrakis #ch: darth vowrawn #ch: darth marr #ch: tau idair #oc: anisaira nevrakis

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The Kyberheart Legacy - Legendary Eight

The Hero of Tython, The Barsen’thor, The Voidhound, Havoc Squad CO, Lord Wrath, Darth Nox, The Champion of The Great Hunt, and Cipher Nine. These are my interpretations of the eight legendary heroes of The Second Galactic War.

All ages listed are the character’s ages as of the year 3626 BBY / 27 ATC

Aidrien Keyett

Species: Human Age: 38 Height: 5′11″ (71in/180cm) Gender: Male (He/Him) Sexuality: Bisexual Homeworld: Bothawui Profession: Jedi Guardian-Master, Jedi Battlemaster, Eternal Commander (formerly), Jedi Councillor.

A valiant Jedi with a checkered past. This war hero has seen the darkest parts of himself and pulled himself back to the light. A Jedi Guardian, Rien has spent most of his tenure as a knight of the Republic on the front lines against The Sith Empire and The Eternal Empire.

Gaura Vhonn

Species: Iridonian Zabrak Age: 34 Height: 5′6″ (66in/167cm) Gender: Female (She/Her) Sexuality: Demi-Heterosexual Homeworld: Iridonia Profession: Jedi Consular-Master, Jedi Diplomat, Jedi Councillor

Gifted in the Force and hailed as a prodigy from a young age, Gaura Vhonn has gone through years of pressure to live up to expectations. She is now a strong proponent of peace and serves her Order as a diplomat.

Talik “Tali” Ani

Species: Twi’lek Age: 36 Height: 5′7″ (67in/170cm) Gender: Female (She/Her) Sexuality: Lesbian Homeworld: Ryloth Profession: Smuggler, Slicer, Mechanic, Privateer.

Forced to face the realities of life from an early age, Tali has witnessed injustices against her and her people and been forced to rely on herself. She has had a long road to learn to trust others again in her pursuit to rise above adversity and ways people see her.

Leostanos “Leo” Zeparan

Species: Mirialan Age: 37 Height: 6′ 3″ (76in/192cm) Gender: Male (He/Him) Sexuality: Pansexual Homeworld: Mirial Profession: Staff Sergeant, Republic Special Forces (Havoc Squad)

The son of a senator, Leo has idolized the Republic from an early age and is a staunch patriot. Yet his experiences as a soldier have shown him that The Republic is not the shining beacon of virtue he once thought. Leo still recognises the lesser of two evils and tries to uphold the values of the Republic... mostly.

Matai “Tai” Shayn

Species: Sith Age: 35 Height: 6′0″ (72in/183cm) Gender: Male (He/Him) Sexuality: Gay Homeworld: Ziost Profession: Sith Marauder-Lord, Emperor’s Wrath (Formerly), Wrath of The Empire

Once a disgraced son of a respected family, shuttled off in secret to hide his shame, Tai has become a Sith of great standing in The Empire. A patriot of the Empire, he is not blind to it’s failings and has tried to use his position to affect small change where he can, believing that a unified Empire is a stronger Empire that will crush the Republic and Jedi once and for all.

Nicaya Setriss

Species: Rattataki Age: 37 Height: 5′7″ (67in/170cm) Gender: Female (She/Her) Sexuality: Pansexual Homeworld: Unknown Profession: Sith Inquisitor-Darth, Alchemist, Dark Councillor, Head of Sphere of Ancient Knowledge

A slave who has risen to the highest position of power in the Sith Empire. Fearing the loss of her position, she has dedicated herself to the pursuit of knowledge so that she may never be deposed. Nicaya is now a shadow, hidden from the galaxy, sending her representatives in her stead.

Jag Chaade

Species: Human Age: 44 Height: 6′1″ (73in/186cm) Gender: Male (He/him) Sexuality: Bisexual Homeworld: Vorpa'ya Profession: Mandalorian Supercommando, part-time hired gun and bounty hunter

A proud warrior of the Mandalorians, and one of the last of his clan. Jag has spent years of his life in service to The Sith Empire, fighting the Republic who decimated his people centuries ago. He now fights alongside the Republic in a strange twist fate as his belief in the Mandalorian code bids him to follow Mandalore no matter what.

Sev’ithu’nuruodo "Vithun”

Species: Chiss Age: 41 Gender: Male (he/him) Height: 6′2″ (74in/188cm) Sexuality: Demi-Pansexual Homeworld: Csilla Profession: Sniper, Sith Intelligence agent, Chiss Intelligence Agent Known Aliases: Cipher Nine, The Red Blade,

Decorated for his military service in the Chiss Ascendancy, Vithun was assigned to join Imperial Intelligence to act as a double agent for his people. Isolated from his people and thrown to a ruthless society, this assignment has tested and nearly broken him. He still managed to find some good people in his travels which have proven to him that the Empire is not entirely lost as an ally for his people.

#oc masterpost #oc: aidrien keyett #oc: gaura vhonn #oc: tali'kani #oc: leostanos zeparan #oc: matai shayn #oc: nicaya setriss #oc: jag chaade #oc: vithun #the kyberheart legacy

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commander-krios · 2 years

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world building wednesday

Jocasta Sloane

B A S I C S

full name: Jocasta Sloane

gender: female

sexuality: demisexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Randolph Sloane (father), Beatrice Sloane (mother), Despina Sloane (sister)

birthplace: Dantooine

job: Jedi Knight, Jedi Battlemaster, Hero of Tython, Alliance Commander

phobias: I wouldn’t exact label it a phobia, but she finds caves and other enclosed dark spaces to be uncomfortable and at times, she can have difficulty breathing in the stale air.

guilty pleasures: fancy chocolates, fresh flowers

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Lawful Good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Jocasta was always the shy type. She had few friends at the Temple on Dantooine and even fewer on Tython. Her constant companion was another Padawan named Ulmo. They were attached at the hip.

organized/disorganized: She prides herself on her organizational skills. She also has a photogenic memory and can remember moments in great detail.

close minded/open-minded: She tries to keep an open mind when coming into contact with new people and ideas.

calm/anxious: She’s level headed and calm at most times. There can be breaks in this calm, but she uses mediation to help her overcome those moments.

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable to a point. She won’t agree with something she is morally against.

cautious/reckless: Jocasta can be cautious to a fault. While she is capable of risk taking, she tries her best to limit collateral damage.

patient/impatient: Extremely patient. She learned most of her patience dealing with her best friend’s antics.

outspoken/reserved: She’s reserved for the most part, her Jedi training primarily the reason for that. But she can be outspoken when needed. As she gains experience and age, she becomes more outspoken.

leader/follower: A born leader. She takes a lot on her shoulders, but she knows they were built for the weight.

empathetic/unemphatic: Jocasta radiates kindness and compassion out of every pore of her body. She’s always been this way, it wasn’t a learned skill.

optimistic/pessimistic: Jocasta knows that her attitude can effect everything she does so optimism is her go to.

traditional/modern: Very traditional.

hard-working/lazy: Hard working, always has been. She grew up on a farm and had to put in the work so they would have food.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Jocasta x Doc

ot3: none

brotp: Jocasta & Kira, Jocasta & T7-01, Jocasta & Ulmo (friend’s OC)

notp: Jocasta x Theron, Jocasta x Lana, Jocasta x Scourge

#jocasta sloane #jedi knight #world building #kay's ocs

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greyias · 1 year

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Constellations from the One Word Prompts :D

If someone's only exposure to the life of a spy came from action-packed, high-octane holodramas, they might have a mistaken impression that it is a life filled with glamour and intrigue, with dangerous liaisons with seductive individuals from the farthest constellations of the galaxy.

These people would be wrong.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Theron grabbed the Wookiee’s hairy foot just before she could clamber into the air vent that he’d been eyeing as part an elaborate fantasy to escape his current hell. “And for the last time, Vrack, you’re not supposed to climb the walls.”

She let out an indignant series of growls in Shyriiwook, but he didn’t care. If he couldn’t leave, the Force be damned if anyone else was.

He was Theron Shan, intergalactic super spy, founding member of the Alliance, savior of the Republic many times over. And now he’d been reduced to this: incompetent babysitter of what had to be the rowdiest and most ill-behaved group of school children in the entire universe.

Oh, according to the paperwork, Class 5A-B7 were all star students from Coruscant’s most prestigious primary school who had performed so well on their exams that they’d won a class trip to tour the Gav Daragon, personally helmed by their personal hero, the beautiful, brave, famous Commander of the Eternal Alliance as part of a PR event the Republic was putting on to gin up morale as the war with the Sith Empire ground on. Unfortunately for everyone involved, she had been called away on an urgent mission for the Republic just as the class had been boarding the shuttle for the Gav Daragon. Somehow, in the chaos of the crying children, Theron had been nominated to take her place.

And now chaos reigned.

Theron blamed Jonas Balkar. He didn’t know how exactly, but he was certain his former partner and now the Alliance’s frequent liaison had somehow pulled some nebulous strings to put him in this position.

The teacher, a kindly old Ithorian teacher, had peeled off to take the little Twi’lek boy with a bladder the size of a koja nut to the bathroom. It had to have been the fifth time the kid had to pee, and would have been concerning if Theron didn’t have his hands full trying to keep the remaining dozen children from killing themselves the moment their teacher’s back was turned.

It had started with Klee Khze, the nine-year-old Rodian girl who had apparently stolen a stealth field belt from one of her parents and smuggled it in. She was now using it to pop in and out of sight, sneaking up on her classmates and destealthing in right in their faces in order to make them shriek at the top of their lungs. She would make an excellent SIS agent one day.

At least she was staying with the class. Theron had somehow lost sight of the little Pantoran kid, Dva Shek, and had been trying to not panic as he peeked around the museum’s large exhibits to find where he’d wandered off to, when out of the corner of his eye, the tiny Zabrak child had inconceivably clambered up onto the platform in the center of the room that was three times his tiny size, and was climbing into the cockpit of a shuttle that had been parked on display.

“What are you—” Theron was forced to abandon his hold on Vrack as he raced across the room. “Kerrah, get down from there!”

Like the rest of the pack of brats, Kerrah paid him no heed, and had clambered into the cockpit, her tiny hands nimbly dancing across the controls. Time seemed to move almost in slow motion as the once best operative in the SIS, and now the galaxy’s worst babysitter, leapt high just as the engines from the old shuttle hummed to life and started to slowly rise from the platform.

Theron heard a different child let out an undignified squeal of fright as he awkwardly half-landed on the still lowered boarding ramp chest-first. Air whooshed out of his lungs as his fingers wrapped around the edge of the boarding ramp and painfully pulled himself the rest of the way onboard. Behind him, another child, it could have been Klee, let out a whoop of delight.

There was no time for him to either catch his breath, nor find any small solace that at least now the children were finding him interesting enough to actually cheer for, as he scrambled to his feet and lurched towards the cockpit. He staggered as the plating beneath his feet shuddered and managed to get into the cockpit just as another panel lit up brightly.

“Kerrah, no!”

The Zabrak shot him a toothy grin, finger hovering over a red button. “Kerrah, yes!”

He tried, he really did, but she was too fast for him, and before he could snatch her hand away from it, she was able to let off a small volley of missiles from the display unit. A small but noticeable explosion echoed throughout the room as the missiles blew a hole in the wall beyond them.

It was a minor miracle that wall just led to the back halls of the museum, and not the vacuum of space.

By the time Theron had got the small shuttle landed and firmly march Kerrah back out to the rest of her classmates, she was still grinning triumphantly. The stunt had apparently impressed Klee, who became visible long enough to give her fellow troublemaker a well-deserved high five, and whatever compliment she was giving Kerrah was being drowned out by the hysterical sobbing of Vell Zud, the timid Bothan boy who was now convinced they were all going to be sucked out into space.

“Mister Theron!” A reedy voice called, somehow pitching their voice higher than Vell’s wails. “Mister Theron, I need some help!”

O what fresh hell is this? Theron thought grimly to himself as he turned to locate the source of the voice, and sadly, was not disappointed with what he saw.

“Ravo,” he yelled as he once again found himself racing back across the expanse of this room of nightmares that was cleverly disguised as a museum, “how the fuck did you get behind that force field?”

Somewhere, a child gasped at the profanity coming from their chaperone.

“I dunno.” The Mikkian shrugged her pink shoulders as she tapped the giant Cormium Crystal next to her. “But the door behind me closed when Kerrah tried to kill us all with that missile.”

“I did not!” The indignant cry came from across the room, barely audible over the terrified keening that hadn’t stopped. “It was an accident!”

Theron pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a deep breath as he tried to gather the frayed edges of his dwindling patience. “I just need you all to stop doing everything for five seconds so I can think—”

Before he could finish that thought, a loud, whooping cry drowned him out, and as one, the room’s occupants looked up in confusion to see a tiny blue Pantoran dragging a massive dodecahedron glowing metal cube behind him. “Can you believe I just found this datacron in the back halls? It’s super heavy and was really hard to get across that giant chasm — why do they even have giant death pits here? It’s so unsafe! Luckily, I just so happened to have a MGGS and was able to grapple…”

There wasn’t even time to process the absolute insanity of that, before his attention was grabbed by the sound of the lift heralding the arrival of several new figures. From the hulking figure of the museum’s security guard, to the absolutely puzzled expression of the teacher and the student she was escorting, as they took in the rampant destruction that had happened in the fifteen minutes that Theron had been left to watch the kids.

Somewhere behind him, a sharp clang echoed as a piece of twisted metal fell from the wall where it had been hanging precariously after the missile strike. That was the precise moment where he gained an acute understanding of what it must have felt like to be Ngani Zho all of those years ago, having to deal with an equally precocious child.

"Look, there's a good explanation for all of this."

It was late, much later than she had anticipated, when Grey had managed to find a moment to herself to try to hopefully salvage the situation with the class trip. The shattered and crestfallen looks on all the children’s faces when she’d had to leave had been absolutely heart wrenching. But like clockwork, Theron had swooped in to help, agreeing to take her place. Her hero, always and forever.

As exhausted as she was after rescuing Arn and addressing the crisis on Manaan, and still trying to shove down the dread at what she might find once she reached Elom, Grey still summoned a convincing enough smile into place as she dialed the frequency of Miss Chobbets’s holocomm hoping that maybe a few words from her would help ease any lingering hurt feelings.

The elderly Ithorian's face shimmered into life over the holo, and she held up two silent fingers to her twin mouths, a wry smile creeping across her features. Without a word, she swiveled the camera to show a view of the school's shuttle, and Grey's own strained smile melted into something far more genuine.

Tucked away in the back of the shuttle was Theron, his head drooped in slumber as an entire gaggle of exhausted schoolchildren snuggled up to him. The little Wookiee let out a loud snore, but the rest of the group didn't seem to rouse.

"I take it they had a good time?" she asked quietly.

"Oh, very much so," Miss Chobbet said quietly.

"I am glad," Grey replied. "Do pass on my apologies to the class again. Perhaps once this situation is dealt with, we could reschedule another trip."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Miss Chobbet rumbled. "We're all barred from ever returning to the museum, anyway."

"Wait, what?"

"Don't worry, it's not important," the Ithorian continued. "Although would Mister Theron be available to chaperone future trips? The children seem quite taken with him."

As she watched the wavering image of her slumbering husband and his napping charges, hear heart melted just a little more. When faced with a scene like this, how could she argue? "Of course… just promise to take a holo of this for me."

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