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1, 10, and 16 for the Chiss siblings 'cause I miss them <333 -Oliver 🌹

Thank you Oliver @voidendron!!❤️ I missed them toooo. You chose nice questions, these were fun!

1. How does your OC feel about their full name? All three of them grew up being proud of their names. Especially their family name of Koldo. To the Chiss it matters a lot to which family you belong, so they learned to carry that name with pride. When leaving the Ascendancy they had discussed if they should take on more “standard” names for this part of space, or if they should keep theirs. But they agreed that wherever they lived, they were still Chiss, and they shouldn’t have to hide that fact. Olittsi hadn’t wanted to change hers anyway, she felt she could finally be herself and changing her name then felt contradictory to her. Omaras didn’t really see the point in it either way – to him a name was just a name and it was simply more convenient to keep the one he has. It felt wrong to discard the family name however, since it had been something important for so long. Dofir, however, did change her name slightly. She wanted to have a barrier between the life she had had in the Ascendancy and the new life she was about to start. But the others had had a point on the pride part, and if they kept their full names then Dofir wanted to stay connected to them in that way as well. So she didn’t change her full name, Koldo’fi’reoran, but simply changed her core name. She used to be called Ofire, according to Chiss customs, but now chose Dofir instead. Dofir is also the only one who will simply give “Dofir” as name when people ask her, she is only Koldo’fi’reoran in official documents and to people who know her really well. Omaras and Olittsi both will usually first introduce themselves with their full name and then with their core name.

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)? Olittsi does not like sitting down for a long time. She can if it is necessary, but she feels more useful if she’s doing something active. She can be writing the most important report in the entire galaxy but she will feel like she has done nothing if that takes her half of the day. Doing small practical things like gardening or taking a walk is much better for her mood. An exception to this is hanging out with friends; Olittsi is totally fine with sitting in someone’s room an entire evening if it means talking and making jokes with people she loves. Omaras is the total opposite of this, he is very good at sitting still. He much more prefers to keep his brain busy than to be physically active. A weird thing of him is that he can be quite indifferent in regards to food. 90% of the things he tries are just “okay” to him. He’s quite neutral about everything. Which is useful during his work, but sometimes he wishes he really liked things a bit more often. One of Dofir’s more strange qualities is that she can fall asleep everywhere at sometimes inconvenient times. If she is not actively hunting a bounty she is able to maintain a good sleeping schedule. This helps her a lot to stay energized during the days. But of course time runs differently on various planets and sometimes it happens that, due to her otherwise strict schedule, her brain says it’s time for sleep in the middle of a day. It is not weird to see her taking an involuntary nap leaning against a tree, or with her face in the sand. She is always super embarrassed when that happens.

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)? Growing up in the Ascendancy has shaped all of them a lot. It gave them a baseline for things like society and education that got turned around pretty drastically when moving to Lesser Space. This is partly the reason why they took a year to travel around and try to figure out how things worked in this part of the galaxy. What surprised them the most was how detached everyone is from each other. Societies function on a planetary level, rarely at system level, and definitely not galaxy-wide. Even within the republic and empire the planets are clearly separate systems with their own ideas and rules. And that while there are so many different species walking around everywhere. In the Chaos it was a lot different in that sense; one species may occupy multiple planets but in the end they were one society. Seeing other species on those planets is possible, for tourism or travel for example, but hardly ever more than a few actually lived there. In the Ascendancy too, all the planets are governed by the same people, and even though there are different families, they share the same planets and the same societal rules. It was interesting though, to them, to see all of these kinds of differences. Omaras and Olittsi both struggled with it a bit at the beginning, and Olittsi even now sometimes. For them it was also more important to know about all this, so they could fit in in their respective jobs. Dofir had some more time to learn about everything as she went through the galaxy as a freelancer. All of them still have things they thought was better at the Ascendancy, as well as things they prefer out here in Lesser Space.

#Thanks again for asking! #i could talk for ages about the differences between the ascendancy and the “normal” galaxy and what they think of them #i'm also glad that we've got some more material now on the inner workings of the ascendancy through the thrawn books #its super interesting #and i just love these three a lot #:') #oc: koldo'litt'sicen #oc: koldo'mara'sioular #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #chiss #swtor

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Bal kote, darasuum kote, jorso'ran kando a tome.  Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, vode an.

And glory, eternal glory, we shall bear its weight together. Forged like the saber in the fires of death, brothers all.

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I’ve never done a palette challenge before but this was a nice chance to practice making a piece without shading and painting like I’m used to. Thanks @sleepswithvillains for the lovely palettes and poses!! Thought this one would fit Dofir, and then it turned into a Mandalorian propaganda style poster hahah. Of course, all drawn while listening to some lovely Mando Laare😌

Click for better quality!

#kept it a bit messy for the vibe✨ #also yes that is a flamethrower #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #mandalorian #mando'a #im kinda on a roll with creating things lately #its nice #and also you guys are always so sweet in the tags it really warms my heart🥺 #dina draws #my art #mandalorian culture #kinda

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The story of Fida

And how she encountered many of my OCs before finding her family.

(Commissioned art made by o-ceti)

It starts on Nar Shaddaa, as many stories do. 

It starts with Levak too. Usually he avoids going back to the Smuggler’s Moon but money was money and it was rumoured there was a lot to make right now. He never really looked at any of the faces of the younger residents, the teenagers pickpocketing and the kids digging through garbage to find some food. The looks in their eyes was an all too familiar one. But there was one pair of eyes he couldn’t help but notice as he walked to meet his contact, two glowing red lights peeking out from under an empty market stall. The kid had pressed themselves against the far wall and Levak realised that this was not someone used to living on the streets. The look they gave him wasn’t calculating, or empty. It was full of the same fear all of them had had in the first days on the streets. 

He wanted to walk on, to distance himself from these kids as far as he could, but then he was suddenly crouching in front of the stall and offering the fruit he had planned on saving for later. The girl grabbed the food without hesitation, and shoved a bit closer to him as she ate it. Any resistance to involving himself with her situation then disappeared completely. She wasn’t nearly careful enough, thinking that being offered food was of sign of safety from a total stranger. Distrust was a lesson she had not yet come to learn, but one that she would undoubtedly learn the hard way, and soon. That is, if she stayed here. 

Levak coaxed her out from under the stall, talking nonsense while trying to remind himself to keep his voice soft, and kept offering more food. She said a few words in a language he didn’t know and it didn’t really seem like she understood him either, but soon she was standing next to him with a fist clutching the fabric of his trouser leg. Definitely way too trusting, but at that moment it was helping Levak getting her out of this situation and some food in her stomach.

He stayed docked on Nar Shaddaa for a while after that – way longer than he would’ve liked – to see if there really wasn’t anyone looking for her at the end of the days or in the mornings right after the cantinas emptied themselves. No one ever showed up. So one day he and his crew took to the stars, officially letting the girl say goodbye to what would have been a miserable life. In a way, by doing so, Levak rescued the 7 year old boy he had once been too.

The girl seemed to love the sight of hyperspace, though Levak couldn’t tell from her expressions alone if she hadn’t seen it before or was simply fond of the view. Nobody aboard knew the language she was speaking, and she didn’t show any recognition at any of the different languages they tried to speak either. Despite that she seemed relatively at ease in the ship, having made quick friends with Bowdaar especially, sometimes falling asleep with her hands still tangled in the Wookiee’s fur. But they all knew what Risha voiced one day: she couldn’t stay. The life they were living was simply too dangerous. There was no stability, they had too many close calls and frankly, with the exception of maybe Risha, none of them were responsible enough to take care of a kid. But Levak knew someone who was and who might be able to help.

So he took the girl with him and went looking for Zasmou. As expected the trooper was immediately fond of the little girl, but taking her in would mean he had to quit Havoc squad and right now there was a little bit too much riding on that. It didn’t feel right to either of them to just drop her off at a foster home either. There was one other option to pursue, Zasmou recalled his sister mention a jedi with blue skin and red eyes. Provided they were indeed of the same species that jedi might at least be able to speak to the girl to find out more about her family. So this time Levak travelled to Tython in search of Lidian. The jedi master pointed him, with a quick check via holocall to a Mirialan friend of hers, to Coruscant, where he would be able to find this Chiss jedi by the name of Olittsi. Luckily the little girl didn’t seem to grow tired of the travelling. Levak made sure to include a day or two of “adventuring” on the different planets they had visited to keep her entertained and engaged. She loved pushing her hands in the mud and chasing after every new creature they came across. For all he longed to go back to his reckless space adventures, Levak couldn’t deny he would come to miss these moments.

When they finally stood face to face with Olittsi, the girl immediately ran up to her with a screech of joy and wrapped her arms around the jedi’s legs. Olittsi for her part looked mostly startled, but then she crouched in front of the girl and gave her a proper hug. The child was babbling on about something Levak didn’t understand, but he was glad to see the jedi spoke the same language. After a few moments Olittsi told Levak that the little girl, whose name was Fida, wanted to return to the Chiss but wasn’t able to tell her much about who her family was or where she came from. The fact that she only knew herself as “Fida” was apparently weird, since normally a family name is attached to ones given name. Levak didn’t know much about that, but he could see how happy Fida was now that she was with someone who looked familiar and spoke the same language. And just like that, with a bit of both sadness and relief, he knew his part in her story was over.

It was clear that Fida had grown up in the Ascendancy, though on which planet exactly Olittsi wasn’t sure. Fida’s recounting of events after she had left the Chiss, which seemed to have been at least somewhat recent, was not much use to figure things out as she mostly remembered all kinds of different alien species and new sights. The ones who had brought her to this part of space -whether they were her parents or not- either hadn’t told her about any plans or she had forgotten it. So if they wanted to have any chance at tracking down Fida’s family they would have to start by going back to the Ascendancy.

Olittsi couldn’t return there however, she knew her own past there and her now obvious Force-sensitivity would interfere too much with their search. Her younger siblings, however, did not have this problem. Omaras was quickly ruled out as he was probably knee-deep in some sort of secret operation, so Olittsi contacted Dofir. The bounty hunter was more than willing to help Fida with the last steps of her journey home. She kissed Torian goodbye and left with the kid on a long trip to the unknown regions.

They visited the databases on many planets trying to find records of Fida, sometimes having to sneak in if no one was willing to cooperate. On Copero Fida recognized the fields of wildflowers that were growing all over the planet and remembered playing in them and picking them in the summer. But even in their database there were no clear records pointing to her. The two of them went around knocking on peoples doors in the hope someone might recognize or have heard of her, but no such luck. The planet was too big to visit every city and town and at one point they couldn’t do much but give up.

Fida was heartbroken. Dofir was mostly angry at the parents who had seemingly dropped their child in an unknown part of space. If that was indeed what had happened. There were so many questions about how Fida had ended up so far outside of the Ascendancy and what had happened to her parents, but it seemed they would not be getting any answers. And so they travelled back to their part of space.

After their long search and all those days of travelling through the different systems Dofir had grown protective over the little kid, and it seemed Fida didn’t really want to leave her side either. So right before touching down back home Dofir asked Fida if she wanted to stay with her and Torian. It wouldn’t be the same as before, but they would start a new family with the three of them. 

And so it happened. Fida would grow up with both the knowledge and history of the Chiss, and the values and courage of the Mandalorians. She hadn’t retraced the family she was looking for, but had found home all the same.

#there she isss :)) #she's a very cheerful and lovable kid #idk if the chiss already called this side of the galaxy 'lesser space' in this time #kinda sounds like a movie-era-Ascendancy thing to do ngl sdjhfbs #this all takes place a few years before kotfe btw #oc: fida #oc: levak #oc: koldo'litt'sicen #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #chiss

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Leaving chaos in her wake

#oc: koldo'fi'reoran #mandalorian #bounty hunter #swtor #mando'ade

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Better not mess with her

#oc: koldo'fi'reoran #bounty hunter #chiss #swtor

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I’m back babyyy. And with me I bring screenshots of Dofir, to liven up your dash

#its good to be back online #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #bounty hunter #chiss #swtor

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The zoom lecture today was boring so I made these🤓 

I’m a bit awkward with tagging people if i’m the first to do so but feel free to do these as well just because and/or say I tagged you. I put the empty templates under the cut for those who want!

#look at them #idiots all of them but lovable idiots #oc: mirda #oc: lidian #oc: zasmou #oc: levak #oc: na'brina #oc: armagesh #oc: koldo'mara'sioular #oc: koldo'litt'sicen #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #oc: draas #oc: clattach

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Now all three siblings have a fancy outfit😌👌

#they deserve it #also yes this goes from oldest to youngest #although there's only like a couple minutes difference between dofir and omaras so that doesn't really count #oc: koldo'litt'sicen #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #oc: koldo'mara'sioular #chiss #jedi knight #bounty hunter #mandalorian #imperial agent

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#oc: koldo'fi'reoran #bounty hunter #mandalorian #chiss #swtor

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My sister and I thought it would be fun to assign vines to each others OC’s and here’s the first part of the ones she made, it’s pretty accurate so I thought I’d share😂 Part 2 is here

Featuring: Armagesh being a chaotic disaster, Zasmou unofficially adopting Levak, Na’brina and Lidian's eternal rivalry and both Omaras and Zasmou being aromantic icons✨

#Ill post part 2 soon bc tumblr didnt want me to add it to the post D: #anyway i thought these were pretty funny😂 #... now im going to have to tag all of them dont i #oc: lidian #oc: na'brina #oc: zasmou #oc: levak #oc: armagesh #oc: mirda #oc: esok #oc: koldo'mara'sioular #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #oc: koldo'litt'sicen #swtor #vines

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Secrets

There are five thousand other things I should be writing at the moment but monkey brain took over and wanted to give my agent some comfort in the mess that is the imperial agent storyline. So here we are.

You can have plenty of fail-safes to ensure a secret doesn’t get out, but theres’s nothing that can protect it from a twin sister who knows when things don’t add up.

Aka, the one in which Dofir finds out about that one thing Omaras cannot say anything about.

Characters: Koldo’mara’sioular (Omaras), Koldo’fi’reoran (Dofir), minor roles for Imp. Agent crew Words: 3879 Spoilers: Imperial agent storyline up until Quesh Warnings are under the cut bc they include spoilers for chapter 2

Warnings: Hallucinations (only first part until the second dotted line -perfectly fine to skip), panic, anxiety, mind control

Takes place after you come back from Taris and chaos ensues.

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The room was spinning. No, his head was spinning. There were people walking on the ceiling of the ship, people out to kill him. Omaras’ heart was racing. It smelled of poison. He had to get out. Out, now! He nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to leave the room but the next one he entered promised nothing better. A monster in the corner, people talking. A skull clattered on the ground and shattered into a thousand pieces. 

It was a warning. It was a promise. 

He turned his back and hurried into the corridor but the skull followed him. Away, away. People talking. People- A sudden flash of pain in his chest, horrible fire spreading across his ribs, his lungs. He had been shot. This was his end, shot in the back by a comrade. The monster was laughing. People were talking and the fire was eating him alive. His knees hit the floor first, and then his head followed and he saw stars. Like a puppet without strings. A puppet. 

Breathe! Breathe, damn it! He gasped for air but it wouldn’t reach his lungs. He gasped again. His heart was pounding and his fingers were numb and he would die here. Die, the people were saying. We control you now. The floor was cold as ice underneath his cheek but the fire burned in this chest still and the flames ate at his flesh and it hurt so bad.

Two feet, no boots. Watcher X? He had killed Watcher X. Shot him. Empty eyes and the voices of thousands of people dying, dying because of him. A risk. A sacrifice none of them had agreed to make. It smelled of burnt flesh and ashes and tears. 

People were talking. Watcher X was talking. The skull was whole again. On the ground in the corner, its hollow eyes watching him. Following him. Always. A warning, a promise. 

Watcher X was saying things. I told you so. He had. You killed me. He had. You’re on your own. He was. An antidote, a cure? Omaras thought he asked, said, pleaded. Watcher X’s face became clear suddenly, kneeling at his side. Find the records, find the cure. Wait for the right moment. Waiting he could do. It was his job. 

He didn’t have to wait for the end any longer, the darkness finally showed mercy and carried him away.

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“Ah!” Was the first thing Omaras heard as he blinked against the bright light. “Our patient is awake.” 

Lokin. 

All of them actually, Omaras saw when his eyes were finally used to the light. He was in the medbay of his ship with one hell of a headache. He groaned and closed his eyes again. 

Just as he was starting to ask himself what happened he remembered the images, the fear. Hallucinations most likely, caused by the programming in his mind. Watcher X had seemed surprisingly real though, and the task he had given made sense. Look through his personnel files in Imperial headquarters, if no direct countermeasures were filed then he might at least learn more about what they had planted in his brain. He was glad he remembered it in the first place.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present and he opened his eyes again, catching the tail of Lokin's question. "...another stim?" 

"No, no that's not necessary." Omaras said as he carefully pushed himself up, hoping to have guessed the question right. His head was killing him and the last tendrils of fear still stuck to him, but apart from that nothing felt off. 

"Found you kissing the floor," Kaliyo told him, "you look like hell." 

Someone messed with my brain. He wanted to explain. There's something going very wrong here. But "I'm fine." is all that came out of his mouth. 

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and just caught the disapproving glances of the others. Trouble shared is trouble halved people always said, and never before had he wanted to share his troubles so badly. These hallucinations were frightening, not something he had ever experienced before. And the overall brainwashing was just… Omaras shuddered unwillingly. It was part of the job, he knew that, part of the risk. He just wished he could get it out of his head is all. 

“Listen, if there’s something we must know you’d better tell us soon.” Kaliyo said.

Lokin hummed in agreement. “It’s been a while since I played ship doctor... But there is something odd here Cipher.” 

Yeah, as if Omaras didn’t know that. 

“We’re going back to Dromund Kaas.” He announced, planting his feet back on the ground and holding onto the bed until he was sure his legs wouldn’t give up on him again. “I need to find something.”

“We will follow you, as always.” Vector gave him a nod.

“Oh one more thing Agent,” Lokin began as Omaras turned towards the door of the medbay. “Someone has been trying to reach you, your holocom went off three times while you were out. Same number too.” 

Omaras looked towards the com on the little side table usually reserved for Lokin’s vials and concoctions. It was silent now but he could guess who had been calling; only his sister would continue trying and he had said he’d give her a call -one he was pretty late for now. They had bumped into each other on Taris just a few hours ago, but Omaras had been too busy being brainwashed trying to get to Chance to exchange more than a few words. He had promised to call when he had finished the mission, but never got the chance before his brain had decided to riot. She would be wondering what had happened. 

He rubbed his head absentmindedly, the headache still persistent behind his eyes. “Thanks.” He grabbed the com off the table and made his way to his quarters on shaky legs. Best to call her back immediately, maybe talking to her for a second could wipe away the rest of the worry and fears. 

The ship felt awfully cold suddenly so he grabbed a thin spare blanket out of his closet before settling with it in the chair at his desk, putting the holocom on the table in front of him. Just as he was about to type in the right frequency it went off, the sound making his heart jump. He pressed the accept button, hoping that it was indeed his sister calling again and not one of the SIS agents. 

“Well it was about time you answered my calls.” The words were in Cheunh, their native tongue, and he exhaled a sigh of relief. It was her. 

“Hey sis.” 

“Don’t “hey sis” me, what happened? Did you run into trouble?” 

“Sort of.” 

“Sort of? You look awful.” 

Omaras snorted. “And you can see that through a holocom?” 

Dofir’s lips pulled up in a smirk. “You always look awful, it’s a safe guess. Didn’t think it was possible to be even worse than when I saw you planet-side though.” 

The agent pinched the bridge of his nose, first Kaliyo and now her, how obvious was it really? How much longer until he couldn’t hide it at all anymore? It was a sign of weakness, and the moment you showed weakness to your enemies was the moment you died. 

“You doing good?” Dofir asked when he had stayed silent a little bit too long. 

“Yeah.” He told her, because there was nothing else to say. Nothing else he could say, despite wanting to. “Just…” 

“Just?” 

He sighed, a simple version of the truth would have to do. “I passed out in the middle of the hallway when I came back here. It was a bit sudden, that’s all.” 

The blue hologram figure on the table furrowed her brows. “You’re working yourself too hard, it’s finally caught up to you.” 

Omaras tsked and couldn’t help a sly grin. “You do realise who you sound like right now?” 

Dofir laughed, a sound that could make him feel better in the worst of circumstances. “Lords no, forget I said anything at all. One Olittsi is more than enough for any family.” The agent couldn’t help but laugh along. Their older sister sometimes worried a bit too much about them, but they loved her just as much for it. 

“Just so.” 

“But hey,” Dofir began, “if you feel like taking a short break, and it looks like you could use one, want to meet up at the usual? It’s been a while since we talked face-to-face.” Their usual spot was a small stronghold on Manaan that Olittsi had been able to arrange for them. It wasn’t officially her place but it belonged to a friend who didn’t have the time to come there often and who didn’t mind others using it. The strict security detail on Manaan and the precautions Olittsi’s friend had taken ensured it was a safe place away from prying eyes and curious ears. So the perfect spot for them to meet and talk. 

“Yeah, alright.” Omaras could definitely do with some company right now. He didn’t necessarily mind spending time with his crew, especially Vector was easy to talk to, but it would be nice to just hang with someone who knew him so well. Especially after all the acting and lying he had had to do lately, he just wanted to be himself again for a moment. Then again, he never really could be himself while the SIS still held control over him. 

“But I do need to do something else first.” He added then. “Shouldn’t take more than a few days.” 

“Sure, contact me when you’re done and I’ll meet you there.” She seemed to hesitate for a moment. “And take care alright?” 

Omaras gave her a smile. “Will do, and you too. See you then.” He clicked the holocall off and leaned back in the chair. Despite the blanket he was still cold, but at least the headache had faded a little bit. It was time for answers. With a swing the blanket ended up on the bed and Omaras made his way to the cockpit. 

Next destination: Dromund Kaas.

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It was a disappointment that the serum didn’t immediately take effect, but Omaras was just glad that he had found something that might work. Until it did he would need to have patience and hope it didn’t turn out to be either more harmful or that it simply didn’t do anything at all.

He hadn’t been called by the SIS with a new mission yet so he contacted Dofir again with the message that he had time to meet with her. It would do him good to think of something other than mind control, hallucinations and dead Watchers talking in his head. 

The agent was truly glad to see his twin sister again, and when they sat down on a bench on the front lawn of the stronghold he felt a little bit of the tension that he had been carrying with him ever since the start of this undercover mission slip away. This was familiar, comforting. 

Of course he couldn’t discuss anything about his missions with her, but Omaras was content to listen to the shenanigans his sister and her crew had gotten into while chasing their bounties and their glory. It also appeared she was developing a tiny crush on one of her crew members. 

“A Mandalorian?” Omaras asked, both surprised and happy for her. “You’re kidding. What’s his name?” 

Dofir grinned and waved a hand at him. “As if I’m going to tell you that, I don’t want you stalking the poor guy. And don’t try to tell me you weren’t planning to do exactly that.” 

The agent shrugged and held his hands up in surrender. “Alright you got me. But I have to look after my sister a little bit don’t I? You never know with Mandalorians.” 

“Nah, he’s a good guy. And I won from him both times while sparring, I’m pretty sure I can take him.” 

Omaras smiled. “I’d expect nothing less.” It had been a while since the two of them had sparred together but his sister had as of yet won most of their fights in hand-to-hand combat as well.

Dofir shifted to look at him, her legs curled up underneath her and one arm on the back of the bench on which she rested her chin. “So,” she began, and Omaras was already rolling his eyes, having expected this question, “how are things going with your love life? Have you already come to the conclusion you can afford to have a little bit of fun every now and then?” 

The agent shook his head, but a smile played on his lips. “You know very well I cannot do such things. And I’m honestly not interested in a relationship either right now.” There was a little bit too much going on in his life already. 

“Okay yes I hear you,” Dofir countered slowly, “but consider-” 

She was interrupted by the shrill sound of a holocom. Omaras head jerked towards the pocket in which he had put the darned thing a little too quickly, but Dofir was searching for her own as well. The agent plucked the thing out of his pocket and saw it was indeed his holocom that was ringing. He swallowed and stood up. 

“I gotta take this.” He said to his sister, the relaxed atmosphere gone in a moment. What the hell had happened to his nerves of steel? He took a few steps away from the bench and then turned around so that Dofir, who had now also stood up and was looking at him curiously, was a few steps away and right across from him. That way she would fall just out of frame. 

Of course it was just his luck that it wasn’t intelligence but a SIS member who appeared in the blue light of the holo when he accepted the call. 

“Legate! Heard from the boss you had a few days off. You must be missing us by now.” Hunter was as arrogant as ever and Omaras absolutely loathed that he was nervous about talking to a snob like him. If the guy wasn’t so happy to throw that blasted keyword around every chance he got Omaras wouldn’t have spared him a second glance. The agent took a breath and willed himself to calm down. It was just another job. No big deal. 

“Hunter,” he answered the man, “to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Boss wants you back, says there’s a new job lined up.” 

“What kind of job?” 

The man huffed. “Not one that we can discuss over com, obviously. He’ll brief you once you’re on your ship, but asks if you can hurry so get going.” The blue figure cocked his head. "No, you know what, let me make extra sure you don’t linger around. Just in case.” Omaras’ heart dropped and he resisted the urge to fling the holocom across the room. He knew what was coming. And for what reason! “Keyword: onomatophobia. Head back to your ship and report to base command via a secure channel.” 

Omaras saw his sister’s brows furrow in confusion. She took a step closer on instinct and Omaras wanted to shoot her a look to warn her not to come too close because if Hunter saw her he would know the agent wasn’t alone during the call, and that carried all kinds of risks with it. However, his eyes were glued to the hologram in front of him and all he could say was: “Copy that, heading back to the ship now.” 

The reply was quick but sounded unconcerned. “See you soon Legate. Hunter out.” 

The blue light from the hologram flickered out and he could once again focus on Dofir standing in front of him with frown on her face. 

“You shutting off in the middle of a conversation? That’s a first. That keyword he said, what did it mean?” 

Omaras started to move towards the shuttle that would take him back to the fleet, and then his ship. “It’s none of your concern.” He automatically answered in Basic, then cringed internally. Not using Cheunh when talking to his sisters was a surefire way to alert them there was something wrong. He didn’t know if he was happy that that little detail hadn’t been included in the programming or not. 

“What?” The surprise was clear in her voice. Yet he didn’t answer but walked right past her, his body hell-bent on reaching the ship even if his mind wanted to stay. 

“Talk to me Omaras.” He heard from behind him, unable to even turn around or wait for her. And then, when he still didn’t answer, her voice became little more than a whisper and he wasn’t even sure it was meant for him to hear anymore. “What have they done to you?” 

How he wished he could just tell her everything. They brainwashed me, he wanted to say. Out loud, just for once. One word and I’ll do whatever they want me to. I cannot talk about it but I wish someone knew. Anyone. And yet I fear that if you find out they’ll order me to silence you and I cannot allow that to happen. It’s frightening. It’s lonely. His step never faltered. “They’ve done nothing. Truly, I am fine.” 

Dofir came running up to him now and put a firm hand on his chest. For one moment he feared he would simply push her aside but it worked, he stopped in his tracks and looked at her. 

She wasn’t just confused now, for the first time since they left the Ascendancy all those years ago his sister actually looked scared. It tore at his heart and he wanted to scream and hold her close and tell her that it was all going to work out, that he was scared too but that he might have gotten his hands on a cure now and that they just needed to wait for it to kick in. But his face was blank, emotionless. Showing nothing of his internal struggle, even better at hiding it than he, with all his training, had ever managed to do. And Dofir, his sweet sister with whom he had shared so much over the years, saw it too. For all his skills in acting he could never hide from her. Not even now it seems. 

“Are you still in there?” She asked, carefully. 

I am. Believe me, I am. “Please stand aside, it’s vital that I leave now.” 

Her eyes widened and then she closed them in sorrow, as if her worst fears had just been confirmed. They most likely were. And Omaras couldn’t do a blasted kriffing thing about it. Her hand on his chest clenched to a fist, rumpling the fabric underneath it. When she opened her eyes again they shone with anger and unshed tears. “How are they doing this?” She asked him, her voice low. 

“I don’t know.” His answer surprised himself just as much as it did her. 

“Omaras?” 

“I don’t know,” he repeated quickly, thanking every star in the galaxy he was allowed to say that much. “But you can’t tell anyone, they’ll…” command me to kill you. “…want you to keep it a secret.” Kriff! That had been admitting too much. 

Luckily Dofir wasn’t a fool. She shook her head. “How can I not now that I know what they’re doing to you? Blast it all!” Her hand fell down and Omaras continued his way to the shuttle. He had a mission to complete after all. Darn it. 

Dofir caught up to him and walked alongside him this time, eyes fixed on the horizon. “I will.” She said after a moment of silence. He didn’t look at her once, but at least his sister now knew he still heard everything. “Keep it a secret that is. But I will also try to find out how to fix this, you have my word.” 

Omaras’ heart filled with warmth at that. How he had missed having her at his side. Having anyone at his side. He dearly hoped that she wouldn’t get herself into trouble, it was high time the serum started working and he could tell her everything.

Normally they said their goodbyes at the shuttle, but this time Dofir silently joined him and walked next to him all the way through the Fleet, and then towards the hanger where his ship was. Despite the possible dangers in being spotted together and despite her knowing that he wasn’t totally himself anymore. A silent companion standing besides him in the storm, and one Omaras couldn’t be more grateful for. 

There was someone else who knew now, he wasn’t completely alone anymore.

#is this way too long for a fic on tumblr? #maybe #do i care? #nope #swtor fanfiction #imperial agent #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #chiss #imperial agent chapter 2 #hurt/comfort #basically #tw hallucinations #listen i needed to make my boy hurt a little bit less okay #he's having a hard time

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Dofir !

Thanks for asking!!

This one also kind of speaks for itself hahah. This was my first time making art of Dofir I think too. I started this one last spring and didn't really do much with it over the summer, but I kind of also want to finish this one sometime?? It started out good but as you can see it's not nearly done yet, and there was a part in her armor I was struggling with.

But hopefully someday! Here's a small preview

#i love her she's so cool #just gotta sit for this one someday #thank you so much for the ask!! #oc: koldo'fi'reoran #dina draws