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pawsimses · 2 years

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Know what? Here's some random HCs from one of my Legacy verses because I feel like it

Kira and Lana are sisters, Lana being the older of the two. It isn't a well known fact and the two don't fully reconcile with their relation until after EoO. Prior they had a typical sibling rivalry as children and a tense strained relationship as adult upon reuniting years after Kira ran away.

"Kira Carsen" isn't Kira's birth name. Haven't decided her birth name yet but since she's Lana's sister she's a Beniko. Kira Carsen was the name she gave herself upon fleeing the Empire as a means of a fresh start, amongst fear of being found out as a runaway Sith acolyte.

Jaren Beniko is a high ranking Sith Lord in this (Kelsa was not). A stern but oddly soft man with his daughters and a no-nonsense strict officer in the field, he had a way of getting around situations through negotiations rather than drawing his saber, though he wasnt afraid to get his hands dirty if provoked (a trait he passed to his eldest daughter Lana). Was actually a Dark Council member in his early years prior to Kira's disappearance. Loved his daughters dearly. Because of his nature and odd habit of less ruthless approaches for a Sith, there was a rumor he was once a fallen Jedi. Still working on him but may roll a SW class for him.

(YES I'm playing here w the Benikos are Kenobi ancestors theory)

Ancient Sith Purebloods were dragons. Subsequently modern Sith, even humans, can become big lizard puppies if they tried. This is due in part to virtually most Sith sharing bloodlines w ancient Sith. Types of dragons varied/vary from fiery breathers to acid spitters to poisonous nibblers.

On the dragons note, though they CAN most Sith DON'T unlock the dragon form (it's a pain/not well known knowledge/assumed to only be from select bloodlines (which is bs)). The only known participant is Vowrawn. Because course he would. It surprised nobody as Vowrawn is from a very rich and old Sith family, almost considered nobility (Almost...😏).

On that note, Krovos and Shaar are Vowrawn's daughters through a past arranged marriage (now dissolved). Though he commited to the union only to appease family (neither spouse were in love), he does love his daughters and is proud of them and actively retains good relations with them presently. His ex and him are on good terms (they aren't Sith).

Mako is Force Sensitive in my verse (as is my BH). She was, obviously, never found by the Jedi; as a clone, and therefore part of a secret project, her name and identity were not held on Republic records (SIS files only). On top of that, her abilities are not as visibly apparently compared to other FS and she doesn't use them openly much (like Raina). She learns a few techniques from my BH, an ex-Jedi Initiate himself, and the two form a close sibling bond.

Post LotS Kira and Nadia are a married couple. They met before briefly during vanilla but only got to really connect upon joining the Alliance. Kira was the first to realize and have very much Bi Panic bc oh no. Knight Grell is cute. Very cute. She's so pretty when she laughs. She's got beautiful eyes halp-

Nadia however, was the one to make the first move, through various sputtering and flustered words, so nervous much pinning. Kira could only keep kissing her after that. Nadia will admit first she cried from happiness.

They are adorkable I love them ❤️

Jaric Kaedan and Syo Bakarn were quietly involved together prior to the First Son incident. It fell apart after Syo was arrested and brought before the Council for trial. Only then could he watch as his now former lover now looked at him with disgust. The heartbreak was something that plagued Syo just as bad as the guilt over the First Son's actions for years to come after. He truly loved Jaric.

Though not extreme nobility anymore, the Bakarn family is still very much elite and one of the more famous families on Corellia. These days they run a successful distillery business, which keeps them up in the ranks as one of the more prosperous names. Syo holds a share of the family's company.

Syo has two younger siblings. His brother (middle child) is an immature spoiled person who latched onto their family's title and status, preferring to drink at the cantinas around Corellia and flirt with potential lovers (ur 42 Jack stop). Syo doesnt get along with him at all. Syo's sister (youngest) is a gentle kind soul with a heart for helping those around her, though she has issues with temper and differing opinions. Syo adores her and she acts as his confident when he's home complaining about their brother lol

Jaric was born and raised on Tatooine. It was not a happy childhood and he strongly refuses to discuss it (AKA me brain can't decide on what to do there lol). Doesn't like sand. Satele is, for all intensive purposes, his adopted sister. She fills the hole in his heart left by the loss of his younger sister and he often sees her through Satele. Zho was a suggorate father in place of his bio one, whom Jaric has negative opinions about. He quietly regrets never reconciling with Zho.

May make an AU out of it but for a short time, Saresh almost became Theron's stepmother (she and Jace were seriously dating). Theron wants to vomit every time he remembers.

Jace has dated other people outside Saresh post Satele. But it doesnt last. His heart only belongs to one.

Marr did love Satele in his own way posthumously. It's not exactly full romance but...he cared deeply for her.

And that's all for now lol

#swtor #swtor headcanon #kira carsen #lana beniko #nadia grell #darth vowrawn #darth krovos #darth shaar #jace malcom #satele shan #jaric kaedan #syo bakarn #theron shan #darth marr #mako

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fabeong · 1 year

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Archive Conversations - SWTOR

Summary: “Lord Vivicar had been dead for little over a week, but his shadow had by no means retreated.” The newly-titled Barsen’thor struggles with the sacrifices she’s had to make, but Syo Bakarn has a promise to keep.

Characters: Master Syo Bakarn, Rysan Ni (Consular OC, Mirialan and mostly light-side-leaning). Mentioned: Lord Vivicar/Parkanas Tark, Yuon Parr, Qyzen Fess.

Word count: 1673

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The clock that hovered somewhere high in the walls of the Archives chimed delicately, and Master Syo Bakarn jerked up from the text in front of him. He stared at the time in wonder for a moment, having been so absorbed in his reading that the hours had flown away and it was far later than he had wished. Through the windows he could see marvellous constellations painting intricate pictures across Tython’s sky and Syo stood, stretching his legs and working the aches from his cramped wrists – stars, when had he gotten old?

The Jedi wandered over to the closest window and stood for a while, marvelling anew at the spectacle of the stars above and the scenery below. There was no doubt that Tython had to be one of the most beautiful planets in the galaxy, and that was just to the naked eye! Through the Force a person could see, as Syo did, far more than just the rolling hills, waterfalls, and smoke of far-away camps; he could feel the life of every individual who called it home, he could sense their joy, the satisfaction of a hard day’s work, the relief at survival, and hopes for the future…

And he could sense distress.

Syo frowned. He stared out of the window for a moment longer and then glanced around, searching for the source of this tremor in the Force and deciding it was definitely coming from within the Archives rather than somewhere out in Tython’s forests. But where? He walked back to the table he had been hunched over and closed the text, bookmarking his place for next time, and paced slowly through the rows of illuminated holo-texts. He seemed quite alone, unsurprising for so late at night when padawans had all been packed off to bed and most sensible Knights and Masters had followed them there. But still that current of distress called out in the Force and Syo looked up another corridor of shelves – and his heart sank.

The Mirialan was clearly asleep, slumped over the desk with her head in her arms and her short black hair falling haphazardly from its previously high ponytail. The blinking light from a holo-transmitter beside her flung light onto her dark green face and intricate tattoos but all Syo could notice was how tired the young Jedi looked, the dark shadows under her eyes only worsened by the dim glow of the desk’s failing lamp. Quietly as he could, the Jedi Master approached the desk and gently laid a hand on the Mirialan’s shoulder.

“Wha-” She jolted awake, her head snapping up and her violet eyes sweeping everywhere before focussing on Syo. “Master Syo! Sorry, I was just…”

But the young Consular’s sleepy grin faltered and then fell as she woke up properly, and the shadow across her face only grew. Syo’s brow knitted together in worry; her mental shields were still weak from sleep and he could easily sense the memories flooding back into her mind, the stress and despair, the loss. Lord Vivicar had been dead for little over a week, but his shadow had by no means retreated.

“Hello Rysan.” He greeted the Mirialan, keeping his hand gently on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“I think so.” It wasn’t really an answer, and they both knew it. Instead of pushing it Syo shifted, moving to the seat beside Rysan’s and sitting down beside her.

“Are you sleeping alright?” He asked at last.

“I never did” Rysan replied wryly, and Syo just nodded. This wasn’t exactly news to him; Yuon Parr had often mentioned Rysan’s unique mind in training, her issues with focusing yet bursts of hyper-concentration, an incredible brain that could trace complex mysteries to their source yet would deny her sleep when she needed it most. Something was resting against his foot and he leant down, picking up the diamond-shaped object that must have rolled off the desk. Its metal surface was cool to the touch, and he could feel the calming energy rolling off it as he held it out to the younger Jedi with a soft smile. Her mouth twitching in what Syo hoped was the beginning of a grin, Rysan took it. “Thanks, Master.”

“Does it still help?” Syo asked curiously. Rysan held her green palm out flat and the object rose a few inches before beginning to spin rapidly.

“Yeah, it helps keep me grounded.” Even as she spoke, the focus-imbued shape was steadily slowing its rotations and the tension was bleeding out of Rysan’s shoulders. “Theran’s been building me other things too,” she added, “Things to keep my hands busy, so I can concentrate.”

“He’s a very skilled man. Though please, never let him take you to a casino.”

Rysan’s violet eyes glanced mischievously back up at the master,

“Are you telling me that from experience, Master Syo?”

“Perhaps. A mistake I have never repeated! ” Syo admitted with a chuckle and decided it was safe to ask, “What are you reading?”

He had misjudged, and Rysan’s growing smile vanished and her focus object fell into her hand heavily. She didn’t say anything for a while, just curled back into herself and raked a hand through loose black hair. He worried that she might not reply at all, but then Rysan just turned back to the datapad propped up in front of her and slid it over; taking the hint, Syo leant forward in his seat, only to see a list of names. He frowned in confusion for a moment before realising that these names were familiar, Jedi names, names that had been recently read out at a memorial ceremony in the peaceful courtyard that the Archives overlooked. These were the names of the Jedi who had died with Vivicar, and Rysan was on page four out of twelve. Now Syo was quiet for a while too, using the pad of his finger to slowly scroll down the list.

“It’s a good thing to honour the dead, Rysan.” He said at last, his voice calm and gentle. “But we shouldn’t hold onto them beyond their time.”

The Mirialan Jedi shifted, now hugging her knees to her chest. The motion threw dark shadows across her exhausted face, and Syo’s heart ached – she’s far too young to look so pained.

“Master Tyken. Master Fain. Master Vossan, Master Sidone.” Rysan recited those names as if they were seared into her brain. “I saved them for nothing.”

Her hollow voice would have betrayed her emotions even if her powerful Force signature hadn’t.

Rysan. Look after her. Promise me, Syo, please.

Syo had made that promise to Yuon Parr, and now he took a breath, switching off the datapad before turning to look at the knight head-on.

“That’s not true. Cin Tyken’s padawan is safe and will be well supported in her future studies. Nar Shaddaa has one less gang roaming its streets. Master Vossan’s research, which you yourself saved, will be preserved and used just as he wanted. And do not underestimate the peace which you brokered on Alderaan, Rysan. Master Sidone rested knowing you brought healing where she could not.”

Rysan had slowly lowered her knees from her chest and was spinning the diamond-shaped object again. Syo paused before adding “And I’m sure you know that Yuon Parr would be incredibly proud of you.”

“You think so?” It was barely audible in her voice, but Syo could relax as he sensed the sliver of relief, of hope sink through the young Jedi.

“No. I know how proud she was of you.”

Tell Rysan I’m proud of her, Syo.

There was no mistaking the small smile that flickered on Rysan’s face. Syo smiled too, and leant forward to lay a hand on her shoulder again. “You have done well, padaw-” he broke off, catching his near-mistake with a wry smile, “Barsen’thor. You ensured the end of a plague that could have wiped us out and undoubtedly earned that title. There’s no need to be so hard on yourself.”

“Thank you, Master Syo.” Anyone who knew Rysan Ni would tell you her smile was infectious and now certainly proved it; despite his own tiredness and concern for the young Jedi Syo found himself returning her smile in kind.

“It’s alright.” He replied, “I will always be here if you need me, Rysan.”

Rysan’s grateful smile lit up her face, and she suddenly moved forward to fling her arms around the elder master in a tight hug. Syo blinked, startled for a moment; the Jedi didn’t exactly encourage such overt expressions. But he had made a promise and he cared enough to keep it, and he returned the embrace gently.

“Thank you.” Rysan whispered into his shoulder. The urgent flashing of her commlink drew her attention and she drew back to pull it over.

“Qyzen’s looking for me.” She murmured, her violet eyes scanning the message “I should-”

“Get some sleep.” Syo interposed, trying and failing to sound stern. It didn’t work, Rysan actually laughed – a welcome sound – as she got to her feet and stretched. Her left wrist and hand cracked as she did so, not from the popping of natural joints but from the whirr of mechanical gears in her cybernetic.

“I’ll just see what he wants, then go to bed. Promise.” She almost turned to go before Syo cleared his throat and held out the focus object she was about to forget on the table. Rysan took it with a sheepish grin. “Thanks. Goodnight, Master Syo.”

“Goodnight, Rysan. Sleep well.” The Master watched the young knight vanish into the depths of the Temple, no doubt to find her Trandoshian friend who was also grieving for her former master.

Syo knew he should worry about Rysan. Her capacity for care, for emotion, for attachment even, was such that only her shocking sacrifice of Vivicar and the masters had kept the Council’s mouth closed on the subject. It really should worry him.

But Syo had no idea that same care would one day save his life.

-Fin-

#i have Many Thoughts about that decision at the end of chapter 1 in the consular storyline #I'll probably post a summary at some point but basically the dark side choice is the most realistic #especially if u chose to save everyone up until then #swtor #swtor jedi consular #my consular has adhd and i'm not subtle about it #swtor fanfiction #syo bakarn #angst with a happy ending #foreshadowing #hehe

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anchanted-one · 1 year

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Book of Storms: Legend of Vajra

Chapter 8: Trials

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/108977704

The Jedi Temple, Several weeks later

Satele Shan, Grand Master of the Jedi Order, studied the Padawan as he entered the Meeting Chamber.

“Vajra! Please, come on in. We were most relieved to hear when you started to recover. We feared we were going to lose you.”

“That was a daring act you pulled off,” Kaedan sighed. “The Council commends your valor.”

“Thank you, Masters.”

“We would also like to apologize for saddling you with such a monumental task alone,” Bela said. “You were all but alone for a time.”

“The growing darkness has you worried, I understand.”

Satele snorted. “Strange, is it not, how a threat almost literally on our doorstep is not the massive threat we’ve been Sensing? It’s like the heart of our power is irrelevant.”

“Well, Tython is out of the way,” Vajra replied. “Remote. Things that happen here only affect the Galaxy if it can wipe us out. Which it can’t. Even a few Knights are sufficient to keep the Khrayii at bay. But you always knew that, didn’t you, Masters? The Force flows so… calmly here despite all the turmoil. To it, this conflict is… irrelevant.” His eyes widened and he clammed up, as if realizing he had said too much.

“Indeed,” Satele said. “I’m glad you see things so clearly.”

“I apologize, Masters.”

“You really shouldn’t,” Master Syo Bakarn said kindly. “Your insight proves a point we’ve all discussed several times in this Council. You are ready to start taking your trials.” Behind Bela, the holo of her Padawan stirred but said nothing.

“What?” Vajra was taken aback. “But Masters, I have so much to learn, still! I can’t even Control my breath yet; you saw what a few cannisters of poison did to me!”

“Indeed, there are still a few things you need to learn. Fortunately, your trials will take time to complete. You still have some time to learn.”

“I see. I am honored by the Council’s confidence in me.”

“You have earned it,” Kaedan said gruffly. “Your dedication and tenacity have been noticed, as has your adherence to the Code. Know that we do not make this decision lightly.”

“Yes, Masters.”

“You have already passed a more grueling Trial of the Flesh than anything we could have set up,” Tol said. “The same Trial proved your valour. We also believe you have passed any Trials of Skill, but…”

“I disagree, Master Braga. While I agree my combat skills are good, the poisoning incident proved to me that I have a lot left to learn. I am also not very confident in using the Force in subtle or peaceful ways. I have a lot to learn, and I would like the time to learn them properly.”

“Agreed,” Master Orgus said. “As I mentioned earlier, there is much I would like to teach him before letting him make his own way out there.”

“Noted. Your trials will happen slowly, young one. And, I agree that your soft skills are just as important as your blade work. We will think up a suitable Trial of Skill as well.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“You may leave, Vajra.”

The young Apprentice bowed and left.

“He sounds… different,” Satele remarked.

“His lessons in Basic have been progressing well,” Orgus replied. “He’s also gotten better and more confident in debating.”

“Clearly. What have you been teaching him?”

“Whatever I can. But in this case, it’s Jasme we have to thank. And his own interest, of course.”

“It’s poise and thoughtfulness worthy of a Jedi,” Tol remarked. “I’m amazed how far he’s come in the few months since his arrival.”

“But is it right to add to his burdens?” Bela spoke up. “He’s still just a child! And we’ve put too much on his plate already! I’ll never forget the torment on his face when he lamented having killed two thousand Flesh Raiders.”

“And his state when I returned to find him in the infirmary,” Orgus added.

“That was then,” Braga argued. “As we saw, he’s growing. Fast. And we need all the Knights we can field.”

“Then we should look elsewhere,” Bela said stubbornly. “We’ll start raiding cribs next!”

“I agree,” Orgus said pleadingly. “Let me have a few years with him. I want to do a proper job with him.”

“I’m afraid we don’t have that luxury. Any lessons you can squeeze into the next month or two is all he’ll be afforded. The darkness continues to grow, and we still don’t know what it is. Or where.”

“I’m certain it’s here on Coruscant,” Bela said.

“A world with over trillion people. A world that has enough surface area to match a thousand ordinary worlds, thanks to the many levels of construction. That’s a lot of ground to cover.”

“I’ll find it,” Bela insisted.

“Kira,” Satele interjected. “I’m sure you were listening?”

“Indeed I was, Master Satele. If it’s my opinion you’re asking for, Vajra is already a splendid Jedi. But he’s also young. I’d rather preserve that a little longer if I could. Heck, if this Council was willing to trust me, I’d shoulder the burden myself so he wouldn’t have to.”

“Noble,” Kaedan growled. “Is this a sign you want to be made Knight before him?”

“No, though I understand why it appears that way. I don’t care about my seniority. He’s my friend, and I want to protect him.”

“Well said,” Bela nodded. “He has the potential. But I fear we will squander it if we rush the process.”

“The trials will start, that much has already been decided,” Satele sighed. “But I agree that we can pace it so as to give him more time.”

“Time is something he needs,” Kira insisted. “Please, Masters.”

“Your opinion has been noted, Padawan,” Syo said in his usual, kindly manner.

“It feels like we’re going around in circles on an already decided subject,” Kaedan said. “I think we should move on to the next topic.”

“Agreed. Master Kiwiiks, tell us about your progress on Coruscant please.”

Satele listened with half an ear to her colleague’s report, but the back of her mind continued to work on the subject of Vajra’s Knighthood. All objections she kept hearing were, in her opinion, very valid. But there was little she could do. These past months, Vajra had done the work of a small force of full Knights. While in hindsight, it had been a terrible mistake giving him so much responsibility, the result was unmistakable. And most of her fellow Councillors—even the ones who were rarely able to attend anymore—wanted to give him his spurs.

Satele sat in her chambers later that day, brushing her daughter’s hair as she animatedly chatted away as usual. She was talking about the Kalikori this time.

“They’re having a festival tonight,” she was saying. “I’ve been looking into their customs after the poisoning incident—that ‘grand matriarch’ woman gave me really bad vibes—and I was thinking just how drab their culture was. Even the Khrayii have a more solid culture, and that’s saying something. The Kalikori… their festivals feel kinda thrown together. ‘Hey, it’s common to have a harvest festival, so let’s make one ourselves! And let’s make drinks from the first batch of crops because it seems so smart! What’s that, add our own flavor? Our own instruments, stories, beliefs? Why ever would we do that? This is good, this is smart!’”

Satele snorted. “Kolovish really got under your skin, didn’t she?”

“It’s more than that,” Jasme insisted. “She’s up to something.”

“Well, at least we know her ‘something’ doesn’t involve speaking to people off-world. We’ve detected no transmissions that weren’t our own.”

“She’s going to end up with her arms clapped in irons someday… mark my words,” Jasme said darkly.

“Of course, dear. I’ll trust your judgement. You’ve proven a good judge of character after all.”

“Awww, thanks Mom!”

“I’m glad to see you more yourself again.”

“Yeah, seeing Vajra so badly injured, thinking he might die… it really scared me.”

“You really like him, don’t you?”

Jasme turned her head slightly to beam. “Yes.”

“He’s impressed the Council too. Almost everyone wants him Knighted as soon as possible.”

“So, he told me,” Jasme beamed. “Right after you let him go, in fact. I’m glad they see his worth. He’s already seen as something of a guardian among the Kalikori. Hey, I just realized; there’s at least two places in the galaxy where people see him as some divine champion! The Raudra revere anyone whose third eye has gone white!”

Satele chuckled. “The legend of Vajra is off to a good start already then.”

“So now you’re foisting a Knighthood on him. I’m so proud of the little guy! But also, a little worried…”

“Because of his age?”

“And his maturity. His inner balance has improved loads lately, but I still worry about him.”

“But his judgement is above reproach. All reports agree that his approach has saved the most lives.”

“That is true. I still wish he’d tried to evacuate the Kalikori rather than save their food.”

“Remember, Jasme. We can’t share too much with them. We’re still bound by Republic law after all.”

Jasme waved dismissively. “Doesn’t mean organizations like the Peace Brigade won’t help them.”

“We can’t let them know where Tython is.”

“So many complications,” Jasme sighed.

“Speaking of complications,” Satele said. “Tomas…”

“I’ve not heard from him, but his doctor says he’s still alive.” Jasme sounded upset again. “I hope he chooses life, Mom. He’s a good man.”

“Yes, my dear.”

“I… I want to see him again. But he’s forbidden it. I’m… I’m trying to move on. It feels like a betrayal. But it’s what he wants.”

“What is it you want?”

“To say goodbye properly, at least. And, maybe, another sibling. A Sister this time. What do you say?”

Satele chuckled. “I’m sorry, Jasme. I can’t.”

“I know. I was just joking. Anyway, I want to be an archivist. And an historian. I want to study ancient cultures and cities.”

“Jasme… whatever happens, please don’t give up on love and family. You’re not a Jedi. You’re not destined—or perhaps I should say ‘doomed’—to follow our path. If there is one thing I’ve regretted bitterly, it’s not raising you and Theron like a real Mother would.”

“I already have a new crush,” Jasme said, but Satele knew she was just saying that. Tom’s fate would worry her for some years to come. She hoped someone—Vajra perhaps—could be a shoulder for Jasme to lean on until events were resolved.

“Oh really? Who is it this time?”

“General Jace Malcom!” she said, and Satele had to fight to not sputter.

“Why him? He’s even older than I am!”

“He just looks so gorgeous in his armor! I think I like muscular men in armor. Tom sported an armored set of robes too, remember?”

“Yes, he did,” Satele’s chuckle was awkward. Was her daughter teasing her? Had she guessed? She certainly hoped so! It was better than thinking her daughter had inadvertently developed a crush on her kriffing Father!

“So, what have you decided about Vajra?”

“The decision has already been made. In fact, his recent ordeal was already approved as trials of Valor and Flesh.”

“Oh, right! He mentioned that too! So, he’s already a quarter of the way there, isn’t he? Damn! This is happening too fast. It’s no wonder he looked so overwhelmed when we spoke.”

“Right.”

“Mom? Can you at least promise me you won’t toss him into the deep end?”

“I wish I could, Jasme. But my hands are tied right now. You’ve no idea how starved for Knights we are. But I’ll do what I can.”

“Please don’t waste his life,” Jasme said.

“I try not to waste anyone’s lives.”

“Well, be extra, extra careful with his. Please. You’ll thank me someday. And I’ll thank you every single day.”

“Of course.”

“Also… try not to overburden yourself either. I love you, Mom. I want to see you grow into a happy old woman. Not someone filled with regret.”

“That is even less of a certainty. But I’ll do what I can.”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #swtor #swtor fanfic #swtor fanfiction #jedi knight #hero of tython #satele shan #syo bakarn #tol braga #jaric kaedan #Gnost-Dural #kira carsen #jasme

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grandninjamasterren · 2 years

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Tagged by @starknstarwars

Tagging @zabrakghoul @firebird-legacy @halibellecter @theacedumbass @walk-ng-d-saster @imp-agent @vexa-legacy @jeswii @swtorpadawan

I'm currently writing the next installment of Ivanye's escape from the empire, so here's a little sneaky peaky:

"Master Syo," the twi'lek said with a slight bow. The human bowed back.

"Knight Janabi. How is your padawan?" The man fell in step with his younger colleague.

"Tlalena has conducted herself well."

"And our newest padawan?" Janabi hesitated at the question, his lekku twitching.

"They are... frightened, Master; And I fear the Organa soldiers have not put them at ease," Janabi sighed, "The Duke forbid me to give them their saber back, there is an armed guard at their door, and yet every time someone steps within arms reach of them, they tremble so badly, I half think they will faint." Syo frowned.

"Perhaps your padawan..?" He said leadingly. Janabi shook his head.

"I tried to have her teach them a basic meditation game, but when they proved a less than involved conversation partner, Tlalena raised her voice at them. They have flinched every time she is in the same room as them since. I dare not leave her with them, not while they are so frightened of a girl half their size." Syo hummed, tugging on his beard.

"It paints a worrying picture of how they were treated by the Sith."

#star wars #swtor #swtor jedi consular #my oc #writing #fanfic #work in progress whenever #tag game #this is the twi'lek jedi who ivanye surrendered to and syo bakarn talking before ivanye gets wisked away to tython #tlalena will be a plot point later on

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rikki-roses · 2 months

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Fluffy February Day 23: Dance

SWTOR

Pairing: Early Setra Rowan/Theron Shan

Time period: Rishi during Shadows of Revan

TW for marijuana usage. Bit of slow burn fluff today.

I have a specific cover of Teenage Dirtbag in mind for this scene - https://open.spotify.com/track/1tnL8K5TXIrkBHerm2Tebi?si=9d4cb80788d34888.

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It was approaching dusk, the setting sun casting long shadows when Setra found herself on the roof of the building that Lana and Theron had been using for their base of operations. The day's mission was over, but she wasn't ready to head back to her ship; she wanted some time to decompress in peace, and heading to the roof with her pipe (inherited from Syo Bakarn), Space Weed (locally obtained, as you do when working a mission in a pirate hub), and a small speaker (stolen from Jonas Balkar as part of their ongoing prank war) to play music while smoking sounded like a nice way to do so. She could meditate with Nadia and commune with the Force once she got back to the Hope Everlasting.

It hadn't been easy to scramble up to the roof; part of the reason Setra had chosen it - lower chance for anyone to find or otherwise bother her. So when a warm hand touched between her shoulder blades before sliding down around her waist, she jumped, taking a far-too-big inhale that left her coughing and sputtering while she backed off from whoever touched her.

Only to turn around come face-to-face with a surprised, guilty-looking Theron, who quickly pulled up his hands in apology.

"Sorry! Sorry. Didn't see the, uhh, pipe."

Setra flushed as she hurriedly pocketed said pipe. "No! You're fine. Don't apologize. My fault for not paying attention to my surroundings, I have my ears on and everything. Sorry, I probably smell terrible right now."

"Barely even notice it." Theron lied as he took a step towards her - and with a gesture of consent - slipped his hands down to Setra's waist again, pulling her close. They were still testing the boundaries of what, exactly, they were and what, exactly, they wanted, and Theron took every chance he could to get her alone.

"Just needed a moment from everyone?"

Setra nodded, letting herself melt into Theron's arms as her hands found the way to his chest. She saw the unasked question in his eyes, and answered it.

"Medicinal, mostly, for nightmares. Sometimes to supplement meditation or communing with the Force. Habit that I picked up from an old Master a few years ago - used to be his pipe, actually. Does it bother you?"

Theron shook his head vigorously. "No, no, I promise. I don't partake myself, but I'm sure as hell not going to judge."

Setra felt a wave of relief wash over her - she'd tried to hide her usage from Theron and the others - and lifted a hand to brush her thumb along Theron's facial implants. Theron closed his eyes when her thumb came into contact with his flesh, then placed his hand over hers.

After a moment Theron opened his eyes again, and olive gold eyes met emerald green, their hands still clasped together. Theron pulled Setra's hand to his mouth and kissed her palm; Setra blushed and pulled Theron's chin down until his lips met hers. Setra's arms snaked around Theron's neck as his snaked around to her lower back.

Then the song playing through the speakers changed - an old song about teenage dirtbags - Setra was too distracted to notice, though the song was one of her favorites. Theron pulled away first to breath, then started to sway to the song. Before Setra knew it, they were slowly dancing around the roof, slower than the song's tempo.

"You like this song, yeah? I remember you humming to it on the Fleet."

Setra looked up in surprise, blushing; she hadn't expected Theron to remember something so small from months ago.

"You noticed?"

"Of course. That kind of info is good to keep on hand."

Setra kissed Theron again as they danced. They didn't stop either when the song changed.

Setra returned to her ship far, far later than she planned.

#swtor jedi consular #zabrak oc #fluffy february #theron shan #theron x consular

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once again doing some outside perspectives of when people realise caibos is actually Baby, this time with Tharan (can you tell this is matching up to my playthrough) (also realising that they did imply that he can stop shielding and therefore no longer be weakened once vivicar's done sending out the plague signals or whatever the fuck but that's dumb i like my consequences long-lasting and heartwrenching. i handwaved it for some of my consulars but not for Caibos i am making this boy suffer)

The first time Tharan realised how deceptive the Jedi’s looks must be was when he returned with Qyzen from the Carida. Tharan had seen how haggard Caibos had looked after shielding Master Fain, but it was the greying at his temples as he returned from saving Fain’s daughter that clinched it.

“I see shielding this victim has done a number on you,” he said, eyeing Caibos as he trudged up the steps into the ship. He couldn’t help but feel concerned. He’d thought the wrinkles and occasional winces of pain were due to a life lived well and long. The rapidity of his degeneration today made that significantly less likely. Not that Tharan was any less excited to be travelling the galaxy with him, as the Jedi had certainly proved himself, but this rendered the Jedi an unknown quantity once more. Tharan only liked that in a new piece of tech, and when he knew the unknown could be made known through his genius.

“I’m fine,” Caibos said. Tharan looked at Qyzen. He couldn’t be sure, having not had the opportunity to learn Trandoshan facial expressions, but he thought Qyzen looked upset or frustrated. Certainly, it was an unusual expression for the hunter.

“Rest, Herald,” Qyzen said. “Cannot hunt on shaking legs.”

“I am fine,” Caibos said again. There was a strange note to his voice – higher-pitched and plaintive, like a boy whose voice was still dropping. Tharan’s sense of foreboding grew. “I must call Master Syo.”

Tharan trailed after Caibos and Qyzen, intending to keep an eye on the Jedi. There was something strange in Syo Bakarn’s eyes as he spoke to Caibos, Tharan saw now – and he apologised to Caibos.

“I did what I must do,” Caibos said, as though these were words he said so often he didn’t have to plan them. From Syo and Qyzen’s reactions, they had heard them before, too.

“I appreciate your commitment, young Jedi,” Syo said. “But the Council does not take your sacrifices lightly.”

“Master Syo, we should discuss Lord Vivicar,” Caibos said too quickly.

When the call was done, Tharan did not return to the lower deck right away. Instead, he followed Caibos to the cockpit.

“Is something wrong?” Caibos asked.

“It’s difficult to say,” Tharan said, unsure how to start the conversation. “It has occurred to me there are a few things I neglected to ask you when this partnership began, not being on my mind at the time –“

“Tharan, it’s quite all right. You can ask me anything.” Caibos’ voice was so soothing and solemn that Tharan felt incredibly silly for a moment. He would only insult and confuse the Jedi if he was wrong – but then again, he was a genius. Perhaps not always in matters of picking up on lies and half-truths, but Tharan had never been a fool.

“How old are you?” he asked.

He knew immediately that he had guessed right. Caibos stiffened, seeming to search for an answer.

“Fifteen,” he muttered at last, sounding for all the galaxy like a sullen teenager. Tharan supposed, to his mounting horror, that he was. “How did you know?”

“I wasn’t certain,” Tharan said. He needed now to recategorize each of their interactions. The way Caibos’ eyes skittered over Holiday’s midriff – not just a Jedi with an overdeveloped sense of propriety, but a boy unsure of how to interact. The insistence on handling everything himself – knowledge of his own competence, or a desire to prove himself?

“Then why did you ask?”

“It occurred to me after your most recent foray into shielding your fellow Jedi,” Tharan said. “That perhaps your wizened appearance is not due solely to time lived.”

“I’m not wizened,” Caibos said, sounding disgruntled.

“My dear boy,” Tharan said with no small amount of amusement. “You are now going grey.”

He reached up to touch his hair, positively pouting.

“You look very distinguished, never fear,” Tharan said. “Though I should say if anyone expresses interest in such things, you may want to disclose your age sooner rather than later.”

“Why would – Oh. That’s – I am a Jedi!”

“Of course,” Tharan said. “But if you ever desire advice –“

“Tharan, you don’t need to treat me differently,” Caibos said. “You didn’t treat me like a child before.”

“That would be my mistake, and not yours,” Tharan said more sombrely. “I don’t doubt your skill, Jedi. But it doesn’t take a genius to know a child should not shoulder these burdens alone.”

“I’m not a child.”

That sentence alone was enough to confirm his age. Tharan smiled, reminded all too well of his own teenage years. What a hellion he had been.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said. “I thank you for your time.”

He was no expert on biology, but he resolved to see what he could find to diminish Caibos' symptoms. Especially if this plague continued, the boy would need all the support he could get. He may not welcome it, but Tharan was quite good at making his efforts so indispensable that even the most recalcitrant of people had to accept them.

#If Caibos was less polite. He would remind Tharan that his girlfriend is a hologram. But he's a nice kid #(he will never ever go to tharan for girl advice. he and nadia will suffer through On Their Own thank you)#also trying not to think about how writing tharan is just. writing like i did when i was thirteen. tharan you talk like a thirteen year old #swtor #my ocs #my writing #swtor oc #caibos: he should be at the club #tharan cedrax #jedi consular #zeel legacy

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Jedi Master Drakic Tydlr

The Barsen'thor

"There's a title reserved for the most prestigious among us, whose wisdom and skill safeguard the galaxy. It hasn't been bestowed in thousands of years. But you have proved worthy. Now the Council names you Barsen'thor, Warden of the Order." -Masters Jaeric Kaedan & Syo Bakarn

#aesthetic.

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Writing the thing about how the Barsen’thor’s promotions are politically motivated compelled me to also blab about how that played out with my characters. Unsurprisingly, the answer is messily.

During the Desolator Crisis, Grandmaster Satele Shan tried to raise Jedi Masters on the relevant planets to provide backup for the response team, only to discover they couldn’t assist because of another immediate crisis. Even though all the Jedi affiliated by Terrak Morrhage’s plague survived, many of them are still recovering. New emergencies are always occurring. At least the Council and the Supreme Chancellor have a chance to defuse the situation with the Rift Alliance before it goes critical.

The threat to cut all ties with the Republic is surely a bluff; Erigorm would lose too many major clients, Manaan and Saleucami too much trade. The real risk is that the Republic planets might secede to form their own smaller republic with the neutral worlds. It’s hard enough to keep the Republic as it is functioning; two Republics on poor terms will become a nightmare that cannot be awoken from. Though it is unfair to the Republic worlds not threatening to secede to extort concessions from the Supreme Chancellor, the Jedi Council cannot ignore the political realities. Someone needs to take up the task of appeasing the Rift Alliance.

Supreme Chancellor Janarus is keen on Ekkaia Thome with the fancy title of Barsen’thor. Syo Bakarn isn’t sure they are the best Jedi for the job though. Ekkaia is competent and courageous, but they aren’t the best at dealing with people outside the Order. Syo sidesteps the Chancellor by privately asking Ekkaia over distance holocom if they would be interested in taking a mission involving placating some political interests, then asking Tomah Awl when Ekkaia says no.

Ekkaia silently resents that Tomah was promoted to Master ahead of her. She isn’t allowed to resent Tomah though; he didn’t ask to be promoted and she was obliquely offered the high-profile mission before he was. Ekkaia isn’t being discriminated against; Knight San-Esi, Hero of Tython, wasn’t promoted to Master either. It would be wrong of her to pass judgment on the Council. It’s not the Jedi Council’s fault for undermining the rank system for political reasons; it’s Supreme Chancellor Janarus and the Rift Alliance’s fault for being shallow.

Ekkaia is certain they will be promoted in due time. It is better to have things done the proper way, so no one can cast aspersions on your reputation. Ekkaia indicates to the Council that they feel ready for the responsibility of training a Padawan.

For her part, Knight San-Esi, Hero of Tython, views it as a relatively minor instance of the long-term problem of the Republic’s government interfering with the internal policies of the Jedi Order through the High Council. There have been nasty incidents in the past, like the Republic encouraging the High Council to exile Tasiele Shan when she petitioned for permission to marry and raise her daughter. Still, Tasiele’s daughter Satele is the Grandmaster. She wouldn’t let what happened to her mother happen to anyone under her authority, right?

So long as she stays away from the Senate it will just be the Order’s internal political mumbo jumbo affecting San-Esi and her promotion prospects.

Unlike Tomah Awl who was born in the Order and Ekkaia Thome who was given over by their family as a young child, San-Esi formally joined the Jedi Order as an adult in her late twenties. After the Great Galactic War and the sacking of the Coruscant Temple, the Order is still desperately short of Jedi. Stumbling across an already trained already powerful free-range scion of a Padawan who left the Order before the start of the Great Galactic War seemed like a gift from the Force. A lot of San-Esi’s training before Tython was her teachers confirming that she had come to them already possessing the skills of a Knight.

Some members of the Jedi Council, including Satele Shan, believe that San-Esi should be fast-tracked for Mastery. Not only is the Order short on Jedi in general, but even as the Grandmaster she sometimes has difficulties persuading them to listen to her. In cases like Master Tol Braga, it’s because he is also on the Council so she couldn’t overrule him when he continued working on his grand plan to redeem the Sith Emperor when two major crises erupted in Act 1. In cases like Nomen Karr, it’s because he cut communication to “avoid endangering a sensitive mission”. In cases like Nomar Organa, it’s because he was from a powerful family whose support the Order wants to maintain. Some Jedi view “Grandmaster” as a symbolic courtesy title and insist they are following the last order they were given by a different member of the Council.

San-Esi and Satele made a good initial impression on each other. They like each other. It’s a relief for Satele to have another Jedi who is eager to help the Council – not just by doing what she is told but by actively trying to identify problems and suggest solutions. That’s the kind of behaviour she wants to encourage.

Some members of the Jedi Council, including Jaric Kaedan, believe that San-Esi should absolutely not be fast-tracked for Mastery. He thinks it’s a bit suspicious that somebody taught by a half-trained Padawan would have developed the full skills of a Knight. The archives record that San-Esi’s mother’s Master was Vala Xuhor, who betrayed the Jedi in the first year of the Great Galactic War. No, he’s not accusing her of being a Dark Jedi or a Sith infiltrator, but it’s been proven there are infiltrators out there and they don’t know what Knight San-Esi got up to during her years as a rogue sentinel. Please don’t make him have this disagreement in public, Satele, he hates having the ultra-conservatives biased against Jedi who joined the Order as adults agree with him.

Tomah is very uncomfortable when they work out just how political their elevation to Master was. The Jedi’s rank system is not meant to be used this way. They do their best to live up to the rank, but the knowledge they shouldn’t have it – that other Jedi know they shouldn’t have it – adds a new layer of uncertainty to their interactions with other members of the Order.

A year passes. Ekkaia Thome and her Padawan are assigned to join Thomah in the hunt for the Children of the Emperor. Ekkaia is promoted to Master to give her the rank that the Jedi Council feels she will need to be taken seriously by the politicians; she had trouble getting the authorities in Act 1 to take her seriously when explaining that the Jedi Masters were possessed, which hopefully being a Master will help with. It also puts her on an even level with Tomah, which is important as they are meant to be co-leading the mission.

The Jedi Council assumed that Tomah would need extra backup to wrangle the Rift Alliance and battle the Children, but it appears that his neutral position between the worlds within the Alliance has made him a powerful leader within it. The Rift Alliance has gone from being a drain on the Order’s resources to actively supporting Jedi missions.

This is incredibly convenient. The Jedi have allies, but in the case of many of them like House Organa, the Jedi have been giving more support than they have been receiving. However, it will be difficult to direct the resources of the Rift Alliance without offending them if the Jedi Council is giving orders to Master Tomah Awl and just expecting the Rift Alliance to pitch in. If Tomah Awl was on the High Council, though, that would be another matter.

The problem with nominating Tomah for the High Council is that the more orthodox Jedi, including some members of the Council, are disquieted by how deeply influenced he has been by his studies with the Voss Mystics. It didn’t worry the Council before, but before they didn’t have reports on what it was the Voss actually believed.

The compromise is that fiercely orthodox Ekkaia also be offered a seat on the Council. Adding two young Masters wildly clashing philosophies does not result in a more harmoniously functional High Council. It does steadily destroy what remains of Tomah and Ekkaia’s friendship.

Ekkaia’s title of Barsen’thor names her as Warden of the Order. It’s her greatest duty to guard the Jedi from Dark influences – from weakness, from selfishness, from moral compromise. Other Jedi Masters made it clear that she was needed to provide a counter-balance against Tomah and she opposes him at every meeting. He represents outside political interference and dangerous Dark Force-traditions that cannot be permitted to affect the Council’s decision making.

San-Esi, when she and her companions return for their time Missing In Action with the Emperor’s Wrath in tow, is changed. Angry, confrontational, talking about hating and killing the Sith Emperor in a way she never talked about anyone before her capture. It’s concerning.

The Jedi Council is extremely sceptical of Lord Scourge’s claim that the Sith Emperor plans to destroy the entire galaxy, for reasons including but not limited to the fact that none of the members of the Council believe that destroying the galaxy is even possible. Still, his defection is convenient and should be capitalised on. Scourge will only follow San-Esi, so she must be assigned to the mission even if some of the Council would normally not be in favour of sending a Jedi displaying a drastic personality shift into the field. Jaric Kaedan says it’s a bad idea to send a Jedi who might be in danger of falling on a mission which could just be a giant trap, but Satele has faith in San-Esi. San-Esi has triumphed against incredible odds before, persevered under incredible stress before.

PTSD and the Force don’t mix well. That was something San-Esi knew, intellectually, before. PTSD affects your ability to regulate your emotions. The Light-Side comes when you are calm; if you cannot be calm, the Force fails you or the Dark-Side grips you to pull you forward instead. Pain, rage, grief, and fear are all parts of life that cannot be avoided. As a Padawan, she was guided through basic techniques drawing on the Dark-Side so that if she ever fell into using it, she would be more in control, less likely to do something she regretted before she came back to herself.

The knowledge of the Sith Emperor that broke Tol Braga burns in her mind. The nightmares about what she did under his control don’t stop. She cannot forget, cannot set it aside. Everyone is in immediate danger as long as the Emperor survives.

She asks Satele for help. Satele refuses her. She contacts Tomah and Ekkaia to ask if they can use the shielding ritual to permanently free Leeha Narezz. They have another mission, but Kira is at least able to tell them what she knows about the Children. People ask if she is alright. She tells them she’s not.

If she falters the mission will fail. If the mission fails everyone will die. If she can’t be calm her anger will have to do instead.

San-Esi knows that she is sliding down, struggling for control. She knows that what she is doing is dangerous. But what choice does she have? Unless the Jedi Council provides enough support to enable her to step away from combat, she must keep fighting.

San-Esi maintains her self-control – more or less – until she reaches Tol Braga. She reaches out with desperate compassion until she realises he is no longer under the Emperor’s control. That he aided the Emperor’s plan willingly. That in his arrogance he led them on that doomed mission and then abandoned them and Warren is dead.

In that moment, San-Esi hates Tol Braga as much as she does the Emperor. He is dead before she makes any conscious decision to kill him.

Satele has faith in San-Esi but that faith is being shaken. San-Esi is increasingly belligerent in her demands for backup for her mission even though she knows that the war has reignited and Jedi are desperately needed everywhere. Bela Kiwiiks tells her that her old Padawan approached her for advice, afraid that her friend was succumbing to the Dark-Side. She receives word that San-Esi executed Warren Sedoru, even though Satele saw with her over the holocom that she was able to subdue him alive. When she tells Satele that she has killed Tol Braga there is only rage and hatred in her words, no regret.

San-Esi really should be recalled to Tython, but Satele and the Council decide to ignore her fall to send her on one more mission. Their intelligence will not remain fresh much longer. It may be years before they have another opportunity to strike directly at the Sith Emperor. San-Esi insists that she will kill the Emperor, even when Satele reminds her it is not the Jedi way.

Some Jedi doubt the truthfulness of her report that Tol Braga, the Conscience of the Order, willingly did the bidding of the Sith Emperor. She ignores Satele’s warnings that the Order knows she’s letting her anger get the better of her, her warnings that she needs to guard herself more vigorously against the influence of the Dark-Side.

Knight San-Esi has stopped listening, stopped trying, stopped caring. Maybe stopped pretending, though it pains Satele to contemplate it.

If San-Esi doesn’t care about her relationship with Satele or her place in the Order anymore, then Satele needs to take drastic measures to force her to acknowledge the problem. Unless Satele can demonstrate to San-Esi her choices have consequences, she will continue down her Dark path until it destroys her.

She stages a confrontation it will be impossible for San-Esi to brush off. Afterwards, Satele realises too late that there had been plenty of bridge still left to burn.

#Meanwhile in a Galaxy Far Far Away #oc: Ekkaia Thome #oc: San-Esi Ouniera-kue #Satele Shan #oc: Tomah Awl #character death cw

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