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sullustangin · 3 months

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Fluffy February Day 1: Snow

Fandom: SWTOR

Pairing: None (Gen fic)

Rating: PGish

“It’s snow.”

Risha leaned around the corner, peering down the hall into the cockpit. The words had been said so breathlessly, she wondered if --

No. It was the cold weather variety, not the fun sort. She wrinkled her nose as she made her way up to the other human members of the crew aboard. “The cold weather better not delay the delivery of that gonk droid.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eva said dismissively, utterly distracted by the flakes that danced across the front viewport of Virtue’s Thief. She’d just landed at Pallista Spaceport on Alderaan. The proper systems were being shut down, but Eva was on autopilot, enthralled.

Corso, perched on the edge of the co-pilot’s seat, stabbed at a few flakes that fell on the other side of the viewport near him. “You can even see all the angles and crystals on these.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen snow before.” Risha craned her neck down slightly to get a look at the angle of approach.

“I have!” Corso insisted, slightly offended.

Eva was unashamed as she continued to marvel. “I heard rain for the first time when I was three years old. I think I was… five, six? When I first saw snow.”

“You’re a true-born spacer,” Risha commented. Her parents’ ship had been planetside far more often than this hand-to-mouth smuggler family. But there was something about Eva’s open awe and …child-like behavior. Not childish – important distinction.

“On this ship, not far from Bespin.”

That struck Risha in… she didn’t want to say heart, because she still wasn’t completely sure Eva and her dump of a ship weren’t disposable.

She felt something fuzzy twine himself between her ankles, as if sensing the lies in her head. Damn that cat. “Likewise. Outer Rim.” She almost added “the Mandellian Gambit,” but she checked herself; she’d already told that story about Nok to Eva, and the last thing she wanted to do was blow her cover. “We eventually settled on Dantooine. The only action on Dantooine was the change in seasons. But winter stayed far too long, most of the time.”

“Well, Dantooine’s a backwater. Anyone would get bored, even with snow,” Eva noted, eyes still fixed on the outside.

Just then, one of the hatches to the outside of the ship opened up. That snapped Eva out of it, and she spun in her chair to look back down the hallway. Risha could almost hear the gears whirring as Eva passed her by. Hylo unwound himself from Risha and trotted after Eva. She disappeared down the stairs into the cargo hold.

Corso and Risha exchanged a look and followed her.

The frigid air poured into the bay, the gangplank down and the doors open. Eva casually strolled down the walkway. She made bootprints in the thin layer of snow already on the ground and leaned up against one of the Thief’s landing gear.

Hylo put one tiny paw out into the snow, inspected his print, then turned tail and went back up into the warm ship…

Which wasn’t going to be warm for long. Risha shivered. “Ugh, why didn’t he just use the regular exit?”

“Maybe didn’t think of it. He came up through the cargo hold while we were loading up… because he was used to it,” Corso answered uneasily.

Risha almost made a comment about him being a poor merc if the thought of sentient trafficking shook him up but … she bit her tongue instead when her eyes adjusted to the stark white and the dark figure a few yards away from the ship.

Bowdaar stood out in the little snowstorm. He seemed to be shifting his weight back and forth – no. He was…

He was wiggling his toes in the snow for the first time in … stars knew how long. A century? Maybe?

He tilted his head up, letting his mane tumble back from his shoulders. The wind grabbed at the edges of his fur, making them dance.

And then a snowball hit him square in the chest. The Wookiee turned to stare –

“Oh, sithspit, he’s gonna eat her!” Corso grabbed at Risha’s arm, but she shook him off.

Bowdaar stared at Eva, who already had a second snowball in her hand. She tossed it in the air once, as if considering her options, caught it ---

And then Risha was eating cold slush – “You TRAMP!”

Before she could control that impulse or play it off cool, Risha found herself scrambling half-blindly toward the snow, because Eva Corolastor was due for a snow facial.

This indignity would not stand-- !

Risha was dead-set on taking out Eva, but then she heard Corso laughing –

She’d fix that—with two fistfuls of snow shoved right down his shirt—

Corso screeched like a little girl.

And Bowdaar huffed, loudly – and launched a snowball the size of a boulder at Eva, knocking her off her feet. She cackled, the entire way down.

“Captain! The ship’s temperature—” C2-N2 stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he had made a terrible, terrible mistake.

The volley of snowballs sent him shuffling back to the safety of the hallway.

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffy february #swtor #swtor fan fiction #oc: eva corolastor #corso riggs #risha drayen #bowdaar #hylo the cat

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hhyesunn · 10 months

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#aubintalos #swtor #hye_aubin #talos drellik #twi'lek #hylo got him the extremely strong liquor to finally get him tipsy

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bestbonnist · 17 days

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was scrolling through ur blog and saw messar wearing a sleeping mask and realized it looks exactly like the one hairo uses!

Wow, you're right.

I wonder if Fushi made another one for Messar to use or if he just stole it.

#good catch!#fumetsu no anata e #fnae spoilers #fnae anime spoilers #messar robin bastar #hylo rich #plus a bonus yuuki because i miss him...#original post #also just noticed that hylo has scars all over his arms...

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keldae · 4 months

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The Mistletoe Trap

Drastic times called for drastic measures. Or that's what Jonas insisted from his precarious perch atop a pilfered desk chair that he was currently standing on, in the middle of the dorm lounge, stretching to drive a thumbtack into the dorm ceiling. “Trust me, this will totally work!”

Lana dubiously looked up at him, arms crossed and blonde eyebrow raised. “Are you sure it won't just make things awkward with them?"

“Even those two idiots have to clue in with this!” Jonas hopped off the chair and stepped back to survey his handiwork. “I mean, this is a central element in every cheesy romance movie set around Christmas. Guy encounters girl, guy and girl both look up and realize they're under thr mistletoe, guy and girl kiss, guy and girl realize they're in love…”

“And are you an expert in Hallmark movies?” Lana asked, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.

“I have a mother who's obsessed with those movies,” Jonas answered. “I learn things by osmosis. Besides, you only need to see one Hallmark movie to figure out the plot for all of them…”

“You're not wrong,” Lana conceded. She looked over her shoulder as Koth emerged from his room, shrugging his jacket on. “What do you think? Do we have a chance of setting our favourite idiots up with this?”

Koth craned his neck to look up at the mistletoe and frowned. “Isn't it supposed to be in a doorway, instead of the middle of a room?”

Jonas groaned. “I spent long enough fighting to get it to stay up there without falling! Can't we break tradition just this once?”

“Nope. If we're doing a mistletoe set-up, we gotta do it right.” Koth jumped up on the desk chair and pried the thumbtack, with its precious burden of mistletoe, out of the ceiling. He paused and dubiously eyed the little pin. “... This will be a pain to stick into the doorframe.”

“Nothing some tape can't fix,” Lana said with a nod. She hurried down the hallway to her room, and returned a minute later with a roll of tape in her hands. “Just don't use all of it, mind.”

“You're the best.” Koth dragged the chair over to the entrance of the dorm lounge and clambered back onto the seat. “Am I centre-ish?”

Jonas stepped back and tilted his head. “Bit to the left… no, no, my left… smidge more… there, that's about as centred as you're gonna get. I'm too lazy to find a measuring tape to make sure.”

“Works for me!” Koth started taping up the mistletoe, making sure to leave most of it dangling in the doorway. “How's the rest of the decorating coming along, do you know?”

“Mako and Vette were working on what they say will be the most epic paper chain to grace a dorm floor,” Lana said. “And I think Kira and Xaja are in charge of paper snowflakes. A pity we have no space in here for a tree…”

“Or budget,” Jonas added. “Being that we're all broke college students.” He watched as Koth jumped back down from the chair, mistletoe in place, then grinned. “Shall we find covert watching positions so we can observe our handiwork?”

“Great, give them both performance anxiety,” Koth snorted. “They'll both appreciate that so much.”

Jonas snorted a laugh. “That's why I said covert, moron.” He sharply looked to the front door as he heard the sound of a keycard on the security panel. “Quick, that might be them!”

The trio scrambled for the shelter of the couches, and by unspoken agreement, all pretended to be intently interested in their phones. They could hear the sounds of two pairs of feet coming down the hallway, around the corner, and pausing at the entrance to the lounge…

“Oh, hell no,” Thexan's voice sounded. “Go ahead, Arcann, I insist.”

“Why do you insist I–?” There was a pause before Arcann groaned. “Ah. Yeah, there is no way in hell I'm kissing you, Thexan.”

Suppressing her disappointment that the intended targets weren't the ones who had arrived first, Lana looked up. “You know you two would have gotten a pass, right?” she asked. “Being literal brothers and all.”

“I dated a girl in high school who was really into a particular subset of the Supernatural fandom,” Thexan answered. “And I don't mean the Destiel shippers. I've had trust issues ever since I caught her quizzing Arcann on some very personal questions.”

“Ewww.” Jonas looked up from his phone. “Yeah, valid. Now shoo so we can wait for the actual targets.”

“You mean the two who were walking back from the cafeteria?” Thexan grinned. “You guys are not subtle at all about this. I mean, waiting for them?”

“Subtlety isn't working!” Koth complained. “We gotta go for the obvious now.”

“I still say we should lock them in a closet,” Arcann commented as he dropped his book bag by Jonas’ couch. “Or set up a blind date for each of them.”

“If they haven't figured it out by spring break, we'll try the closet,” Lana promised. “By then there should be enough sexual tension pent up…”

“What are we talking about with sexual tension?” A horned head poked itself into the lounge, a huge grin on its face.

“I thought I told you to fuck out of here and not come back again last week, Gault!” Lana snapped, amber eyes flashing angrily.

“I'm an invited guest!” Gault protested. “Hylo said I could come in!”

“Not if you two are going to lock me out of my room for three hours while you have sex and then have a blow-up fight!”

“That was one little argument–”

“At one in the morning, that woke both me and Torian up,” Koth interjected, scowling.

“So the timing wasn't ideal,” Gault said with a shrug. “Sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep.” He glanced upward and grinned. “Awww, but you lot can't be that hard-up about it! Look what's on the ceiling!”

“Not for you,” Jonas interrupted. “It's a trap for Theron and Xaja!”

“We’ll break it in for them!” Gault cheerily grinned, then darted through the lounge to Hylo and Lana's room, pounding on her door.

Lana sighed in frustration, jaw visibly clenched. “If he turns up dead one day, I had nothing to do with it,” she growled.

“We'll help with the alibi,” Koth nodded, watching as Hylo emerged from the room with her brow wrinkled. The frown turned into a grin from the Mirialan as she followed Gault under the mistletoe; the Devaronian took the opportunity to dip Hylo for a passionate kiss.

“Get a room!” Jonas hollered over when the kissing didn't seem to abate after a few seconds.

“And not mine!” Lana added indignantly. “Again!” She looked over at Jonas. “I'm much more sympathetic toward Theron now…”

“I don't lock him out that often!” Jonas protested. “And the one time I did led to him meeting his soulmate, so…”

Gault finally straightened up from the kiss and let Hylo up to catch her breath. “See? We're wingmaning for you, Lana–” His eyes suddenly went wide, and he booked it for the safety of the front door, fleeing Lana's wrath as the blonde started to get to her feet.

Hylo watched her boyfriend escape, then shrugged at Lana. “He's not wrong?” she said with a little chuckle. “It's just his way of helping – and look at that, I need to be in the library right now!” She fled after Gault, with a bit of a laugh, as Lana snarled something entirely unprintable at her back.

“... The library?” Thexan asked as the door slammed shut behind the couple. “She hasn't set foot in the library since term started!”

“You'd know, considering you live there,” Arcann commented.

“Very funny,” Thexan muttered, then looked over as the front door opened and closed again. “Is that finally them?”

“Get over here in case it is!” Koth hissed. “Act natural!”

“Gawking is natural, for having just watched Hylo and Gault apparently make back up,” Arcann commented with a grin. Still, he sat down on the arm of Jonas' couch, as Thexan hurried over to flop beside Koth. Still grumbling, Lana sat back down and scowled at her phone like it was responsible for her roommate woes.

And not a second too soon – Theron Shan was the next person to poke his head into the lounge, not realizing he was directly under the mistletoe trap. “Well, don't we look conspiratal,” he commented, looking at the cluster of students on the couches. “We planning evil things here?”

“Just concerning my roommate and the douchebag she's dating,” Lana grumbled. “Do you know of a good place to dump a body?”

“Xaja says she watches true crime shows,” Theron suggested, as the aforementioned redhead popped up beside him. “You got an idea for a good place to dispose of Gault or Hylo?”

“I owe Hylo one for that troubleshooting with my car the other week, so I can't help murder her,” Xaja said. “Gault, on the other hand, I can definitely help dispose of.” She paused, frowning at the widening grins being sent at her and Theron. “... What? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“Theron could help with that, if you do,” Jonas innocently suggested.

Theron promptly sputtered in mortified indignation. “I – what?!”

“Look up,” Thexan said with a smirk.

Both Theron and Xaja glanced upward – a second later, Xaja squeaked, her cheeks going as red as her hair. “Is that… which one of you assholes hung up mistletoe?!” Beside her, Theron seemed to be at a loss for words, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.

“Doesn't matter,” Koth said, grinning impishly. “To quote from the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie – just kiss!”

“It needs to be cleansed after watching Hylo and Gault make out under it,” Lana added in a mutter.

“But– we're not–!” Xaja yelped. “Hylo and Gault are at least a thing! Theron and I aren't!”

“Being a ‘thing’ isn't part of the mistletoe rules,” Arcann retorted, laughing. “Or are you two chicken?”

“We aren't chicken!” Theron piped up, indignant despite the flush to his cheeks. “We just… uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “... Which one of you assholes had this idea?”

“Does that matter?” Jonas all but cackled. “Kiss her already!”

Theron softly groaned, then turned to look at Xaja, who seemed to have become very focused on a random spot on his hoodie shoulder. “Erm… listen, I'm sorry about this…” he started to say.

“No, uh, it's… it's okay. It's definitely not your doing.” Xaja looked up from her visual examination of his hoodie, still bright red. She hesitated, then glared in the direction of the couches and the pair's eagerly-watching audience. “Do you fuckers have to sit there and watch like that?”

“What, do you have performance issues?” Jonas grinned evilly. “I'm reasonably sure Theron won't care about that–”

“Forget Gault – I'm murdering you,” Xaja growled. She looked back up at Theron. “You can look forward to a single room next semester.”

“Works for me,” Theron agreed, giving Jonas a malevolent glare. He shifted awkwardly, then quickly stooped to give Xaja a brief peck on the lips, seemingly before he could lose his nerve.

“Awww, come on!” Koth complained. “That barely counted as a kiss!”

“If you dumbasses weren't fucking staring at us…” Theron snapped.

Koth sighed dramatically. “Fine, if we all look away, are you two actually gonna kiss properly?”

“You know,” Jonas commented, “if you're the one with the performance issues, Theron, I'm sure Xaja will be happy to help you out with–”

“I will kill you dead, Balkar.” Theron glared at his roommate and former best friend, then caught Xaja in his arms and stooped to give her a dramatic, lingering kiss. She squeaked as she was pulled into his embrace, then seemed to wrap her arms around his neck and return the kiss, apparently trying very hard to ignore the whistles and chorus of “Awwww"s from their dormmates.

They finally came apart after a few seconds, seemingly trying to regain both breath and coherent thought before Xaja looked over at their audience. “Happy now?” she growled, more than a little bit of bite in her tone.

“Immensely,” Lana answered with a little laugh. “Now shoo so we can wait for our next victims. If that pre-med student Archiban comes in here next with this week's girlfriend…”

“We hate you all,” Theron announced, as he and Xaja tried to make their way to their respective rooms with as much dignity as they could muster. “Sleep with one eye open until the end of term.”

Jonas laughed, then as the pair vanished into their rooms, sobered up slightly. “I'm gonna die, but this was totally worth it.” He looked over at Arcann and Thexan. “Hey guys, can I crash with you for the rest of week so Theron doesn't kill me in my sleep?”

“As long as you're prepared to deal with Arcann's snoring,” Thexan said with a grin. He paused, looking at the mistletoe contemplatively. “... Did we overdo it?”

“Nah.” Koth laughed and stood up. “Someone got a picture of that, right? Kira will be so pissed that she missed it.”

Jonas grinned and flourished his phone. “Sending it to the group chat as we speak. And if they aren't dating officially by the end of winter break, I may smack Theron upside the head until he comes to his senses and asks her out.”

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ydotome · 1 year

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Kai, Hairo, Messar... Let's not forget them, okay? - Fumetsu no Anata e 2nd Season - Episode 15

#Fumetsu no Anata e #To your Eternity #To you the Immortal #fnae #Messar Robin Bastar #Kai Renald Roulle #Hylo Rich #Messar #Kai #Hylo #Hairo #my gifs #my post #long post

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cryo-lily · 11 months

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Theron [Looks up from a datapad toward RE-M1]: Hey Rem, Have you seen Issie? I have a report she needs to see.

RE-M1 [Happy beeps]: I think so! Last I saw this way.

[Theron gets led down a mostly abandoned hallway, RE-M1 stops near a specific door]

Theron [Pauses briefly and squints suspiciously at the muffled un-identifiable sounds beyond the door before knocking]: Uh... Is?

[Loud crashing & scrambling noises followed by a loud thud before the door slides open as Isadola steps out from a dark room]

Isadola [Out of breath, clearly disheveled. Hair down, mask loosely put on & crooked, no gloves or bracers, jacket with only one sleeve on, tube top pulled dangerously low, missing belt & only one boot on, lipstick markings trailing down her neck & beyond]: THERON! uh... Hi... What’s up? [Pauses to catch breath] Did something happen? Wait... Did Taskar piss off Hylo again or something?

Theron [Grimaces as he takes a step back]: Something like that... Listen it can probably wait...

Isadola: No, what is it? I can-

[Isadola gets pulled back in to the room by an unseen force swiftly before the door slams shuts and locks]

Theron [Turns back toward the small scout droid now emitting laughter like beeps as he begins to walk away]: You knew they were in there didn’t you?

RE-M1 [Indignant beeps]: I did not, how dare you even assume such?

Theron [Looking at the small droid now riding on his shoulder]: You’re a terrible liar for a supposedly sentient droid.

RE-M1 [More indignant beeps]: Don’t be such a sourpuss... Well If you’re feeling lonely I can holo your partn-

Theron [Pinches the bridge of his nose]: Please don’t... They are- You’re the worst you know that?

RE-M1: [More beep like laughter]

#swtor #swtor oc #oc: Isadola Ardeen #theron shan #lana beniko #REM1 is a little shit of droid and I love him #I have no shame posting this #I'm in a mood today #Theron having the worst timing when trying to talk to Issie & Lana will never not be a funny running gag #Left Theron's SO mention open to interpretation for extra lulz #Also yes Taskar the smuggler is the bane of Hylo's career in the Alliance #friend's oc mention #Oc: Taskar Tendoora #That impatient feeling when your bottom insists on answering a knock at the door

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abbee-normal · 8 months

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Some fun and interesting emails from the Alliance

First, Dr. Oggurobb being all practical:

Sana-Rae having a crisis of faith:

Hylo Visz having fun at Lippi's expense:

and the dark horse of the group, Beywan Aygo bringing in a rock band!

#swtor #hylo visz #dr ogguorobb #admiral aygo #sana-rae #alliance experts #i rarely bother to level up influence on these guys #but Allie wanted to and who am i to deny her

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justascreamingcripple · 8 months

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I'm never getting over MERD as a term. Like, the idea that physically disabled people creating a community that centers physical disabilities is like wanting trans people to die off because??? The slur cripple is only about physically disabled people? Or because we want one space where physical disability is centered and not just neurodivergence?

Well I for one am not sorry. I also guarantee most of the people posting here are neurodivergent, we just.. don't talk about it in the cripplepunk tag because that isn't what it's about.

Anyways I love you cripplepunks I love you spaces for centering physically disabled voices I love you communities for specific groups and purposes I love you people refusing to kiss abled boots

#cripplepunk #cpunk #i could say more but it would get into blog delete territory with how pissy this shit makes me #how dare cripples want one space just for them amirite #hylo rambles

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hylorien · 4 months

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♡ nine ppl id like to know better ♡

tagged by @clericalsidhe ily thank you!!!

last song:

favorite colour:

last movie/tv show:

sweet/spicy/savoury: SWEET🍭🍯

relationship status: married 💞

last thing you googled:

current obsession:

tagging:

@fuckitwebhaal @wilchur @stinkrascal @elvhendis @feyspeaker @kingtycoon13 @kieropal @nularas @mothermara @galedekarios @fictionobsession

#this was so fun!!! thanks for tagging me!#hylo remember who tf your mutuals are challenge #every time i do these games i go to tag buds and i panic and forget so if you wanna do it please feel free to say i tagged you!

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sullustangin · 2 months

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Fluffy February Day 9: Storm

SWTOR

Time: 3648 BBY (5 ATC)

All the lights went out in Virtue’s Thief. Everything went dead silent for a second, including, much to Eva’s panic, the life support system. Then the backups kicked on. She sat, terrified, in the pilot’s seat, with the orange glow of the emergency lights.

She’d taken her first nightshift on the Thief, and she broke the ship. Somehow. Ma was going to kill her. Absolutely.

And indeed, Eva heard the second her mom’s boots hit the floor. Shit, she’s up.

Dad wasn’t going to be. He was probably going to sleep through the whole thing, as he did these days. Getting out of bed was a two-man operation, and her mother was already on the way to the cockpit.

Eva turned to Huck, who was riding shotgun in the co-pilot’s seat. “Remember, you’re not allowed to kill me, no matter what she says. I’m only 15. It’s your primary function to ensure I survive –”

“Interruption: to the date of your majority on your chaincode card. Correction: the chaincode card supplied to me by your mother. That is already 21.65 years old. Conclusion: my primary mission of ensuring your survival to the Republic age of majority has already been a success.”

Eva gave him a filthy look that only a foiled teenager could. “You can be a real massive bag of robo-dicks, Huck.”

“Objection! -- ”

Just then, the door hissed open. Athene Corolastor’s red hair was braided tightly to keep the curls under control, and she’d thrown on a thermal top over her sleepwear and put on the socks with the little grips on the bottom that she and Eva squabbled over. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, I swear to the Three Moons.” Eva leaned back the captain’s chair, away from the dashboard. “We were going along fine – and then it all shutdown.”

Athene frowned. “No contacts on the sensors?”

“Not even space junk or an asteroid.” Eva tapped at the nav computer. “We were on the course you plotted before going to bed. Didn’t touch nothing. Just made sure all the green lights stayed green.”

Athene nodded, distractedly. “I think…” she trailed off. She consulted the trajectories she’d charted and the current state of the ship. “We might have nicked the edge of a geomagnetic storm.”

Eva made a face. “How’s that happen?”

“Local sun might be throwing solar winds and agitating the planetary magnetospheres – mostly self-contained, but if things line up, they can get cranky enough to mess with planets that are in the system – or are passing through hyperspace at the time.” Athene rattled off the explanation as if it were nothing. It was needed to know for the business of galactic smuggling; the rest of her education (and Eva’s) was nowhere near as impressive. Athene motioned for Huck to get out of his chair. He immediately acquiesced and disappeared down the hallway.

Eva nodded, as if she understood any of that. “So not my fault?”

“Nope, not at all,” Athene replied, eyes still watching the lights on the dashboard slowly go green again. “You just hope it doesn’t happen in hot pursuit or take you out in a less than friendly territory.”

Eva slumped into the chair in relief. “I thought I broke the ship.”

“Happens to all captains, at some point.” Satisfied that the ship was recalibrating and resetting appropriately, Athene let herself sit down in the co-pilot’s chair. “Just part of learning the ropes. What you can predict… and what you can’t.”

Eva let out a sigh. “Feels like I’m always going to be learning – never a master –”

“Honey, don’t think you’re going to be one of those skypirates from those books,” Athene cut her off before she could whing. “We’re small-time. You’re clocking 1500 hours as if you were some real important pilot that would fly ships that took people places; this is all pretty demanding, for what we are…” Athene shifted in her seat. “But I want you to learn it right. I want you to be ready for anything.”

“Magnetic storms,” Eva gestured out the front viewport.

Athene nodded. “Fires. Hyperdrive failures. Fuel issues… All the things that are going to be yours one day.”

Mother and daughter exchanged smiles. Virtue's Thief was destined to be Eva's, hopefully far, far in the future.

The door chimed and slid open, and in skittered Hylo the cat, unable to bear being separated from Eva a second later.

And then his paw hit something on he way up the dashboard and the ship was plunged into darkness –

“..but I never had a cat on here before. That can be your new problem with the Thief.”

“…can you at least help figure out what he did?”

“…yeah.”

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #oc: eva corolastor #hylo the cat #oc: athene corolastor

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rockincountryblues · 1 year

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Hylo Brown, 1958

#Hylo Brown #1958

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bestbonnist · 1 year

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What Kahaku says here is just so wild to me. Both because the way he uses religious rhetoric is mildly disturbing (occasionally Kahaku will say something about god and I am forcibly reminded that he was indoctrinated by a cult) and also because technically, he's correct. Kai, Hylo, and Messar are loyal to the Beholder and not Fushi (whereas Kahaku, being better than them [heavy sarcasm], is of course loyal to Fushi and no one else). Let me explain.

Kai has to pretend that he doesn't know who the Beholder is in front of Fushi, but he, Hylo, and Messar did have a conversation with him behind Fushi's back, with Bon's assistance, because he's the one "steering this ship." Not Fushi. Kai, Hylo, and Messar (and Bon!) believe that this battle is out of Fushi's control and that the Beholder is the one who's actually pulling the strings. And to take advantage of that situation, they're using Fushi's power to resurrect them to its full potential. Bon, and Kai, Hylo, and Messar believe that this is the best option they have.

Kahaku describes this as the three of them being loyal to the Beholder and disdains them for it, but that's horseshit. Fushi never asked for their loyalty nor did Kai, Hylo, or Messar offer it. They're comrades, working together towards the same goal as equals. The way Kahaku seems to think all relationships have a leader and a follower and that Fushi is naturally deserving of others' loyalty says, uh... way more about him and his life with the Guardians than it does about them. Just because he personally had to swear his devotion to Fushi doesn't mean everyone has to. However, what Kahaku defines as loyalty—the trust between comrades—has still been misplaced. Kai, Hylo, and Messar have seriously broken Fushi's trust, ironically because of their dedication to their shared goal.

Kahaku doesn't have a damn clue about their conversation with the Beholder, he's just intuiting all of this because he doesn't like Bon very much and doesn't want to believe that Bon's a good person. All of his logic is entirely based on himself, his distrust of Bon, his desire to be the only person Fushi needs—one way to get there is by encouraging them to ditch Bon—because somehow that proves he's worth something, his religious upbringing. And yet somehow he still manages to make a valid point. Even when he loses he wins <3

The only things he gets wrong are that Bon has genuinely changed since Uralis, and Kai, Hylo, and Messar are well aware of what they swore fealty to. Bon's not decieving them, they know exactly what's going on. But Kahaku assumes that they have no clue, or else there's no way they would have done that. Because that's crazy and a violation of Fushi's trust. So obviously they wouldn't, right? :|

And again, obviously, Kai, Hylo, Messar, and Bon have their reasons for doing this. In their own way, they're trying to protect Fushi's humanity just like Kahaku. And the other option is, what? Letting more people die?? Because that's what'll happen if they don't do this, it's not an option at all. But they've still crossed a fucking line, not just with Fushi, but also with Kahaku. Right before he starts spouting about demons and curses, he begs Kai to let him go, because they're supposed to be comrades. Kai refuses, and that's when Kahaku (correctly) guesses that Bon wants him out of the way.

Although Kai, Hylo, and Messar had the chance to learn what was going to happen to them before the battle, as well as the chance to opt out, Kahaku and Fushi have been lied to this entire time and are only now learning that no one actually trusted them. To be blunt, they didn't sign up for this shit, and there's a limit to how much they can take. The immortal soldiers, too, have a limit to how much they can die for their cause before they break.

#i love bon in the renryrr arc so much. he tries to be a good person and takes a risk and it ends up backfiring so badly he has to [redacted #for anime only fans]. kahaku—a reincarnation of hayase—having the moral high ground and bon—a universally beloved character—making poor #decisions on fushi's behalf is such a fascinating subversion. but it goes over most people's heads. i truly don't know why even people who #love bon don't talk about his actions in the renryrr arc. that's like one whole third of his time in the story. you're missing out on huge #chunks of his characterization (this is why i think no one is right about bon except for me even though i never talk about him. even this #post is more about kahaku and the immortal soldiers and he's just a looming presence in the background). anyways.#let him be a little manipulative. as a treat.#fumetsu no anata e #to your eternity #to you the immortal #fnae #tye #fnae manga #fnae spoilers #previous era #renryrr arc #kahaku #kahak #kai renald rawle #hylo rich #messar robin bastar #original post #meta #he/they kahaku (when i mess up his pronouns while i'm writing and have to go back and fix it)

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