#the order of nathema

[swtorpadawan]

Well...if you're doing it again. Pages 42, 173, and 210 for your dearly departed and presumably still cherished writing journal.

Thanks for this ask, @abysskeeper !

‘Bad Ideas’ - My Writing Journal - Is Dead So i can't show you guys the screencaps, since some of the notes on these pages may be used in future WIPs.

Having said that….

Page 42: This is a side project that i might never actually go through with. Star Wars in general - and SWTOR in particular - has not been kind to the Rodians. Most SWTOR Rodians are petty, selfish, cowardly and annoying, regardless of who they are or what they are actively doing. Sure, a few are antagonists, but strictly as patsies. That's my postion. Page 42 includes a list of the Rodians you encounter in the game, and how their characterization buries an entire species.

Page 173: So… my Halcyon Legacy differs veers greatly from the "canon" story post-Knights of the Eternal Throne. The canon story gives you the "Traitor" arc and the confrontation with the "Order of Zildrogg". Mine doesn't do that. Having said that, their IS a secret order, one that includes several established enemies from the game. (Remember "The Nathema Conspiracy" where some of the enemies are player dependent? That was cool.) Page 173 was an early list of characters for MY Order. MY Conspiracy. That's gone through some iterations since i came up with the idea, but several of them are still on the "current" list, and it discusses their motivations for plotting against the Eternal Alliance.

Page 210: This is a list of "random" headcanons for my Halcyon Legacy that didn't seem to fit in any other area. Most of it is boring, but some fun parts include various friendships that form between Alliance members. One example is Ashara and Guss, two characters who don't fit into the Jedi/Sith dynamic. They're very different, of course, but both are kinda outsiders. Another pairing is Doctor Lokin and Darth Malora, both of whom give off serious "mad scientist" vibes. I imagine two two discussing their experiments over tea.

Hope this is interesting. Thanks again!

#swtorpadawan asks #‘Bad Ideas’ - My Writing Journal - Is Dead #writing journal #rodians #the order of nathema #ashara zavros #languss tuno #guss tuno #malora #darth malora #doctor lokin #eckard lokin #doctor eckard lokin

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 13 - Splurge

SWTOR

Time: Life Day, 25 ATC

Pairing: Theron Shan/Eva Corolastor

Words: 773 (oh look, something reasonably sized)

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“…it sort of got away from me.  Bit of a splurge.  First, it was a welcome back gift…then it was a happy birthday gift, but the order was too complicated to be done by then.  Then it was too late for a dating anniversary present…”  Eva gave an uncharacteristically nervous laugh. 

Theron stared at what was now parked in Odessen’s speeder pool, with an obnoxiously huge bow on it. 

…it was his first Life Day after Nathema.  After he came back.  After his 38th birthday.  After they marked 4 years since they were officially together (and she was out of carbonite).  After her 30th birthday.

Eva had gotten him a top-of-the-line swoop bike.  Every bell and whistle imaginable.  It was the sort that only people with sponsors with huge pockets could afford.  …honest to the stars, it made the dream bike in Theron’s head pale in comparison.

He’d been in work mode when the Captain had summoned him.  Now… he’d be lucky if he could add and subtract properly. 

It was probably the most elaborate gift anyone had ever gotten him. 

He didn’t know what to do with it. 

Yes, there was the obvious “Ride the bike” idea, but … he didn’t want it.

They’d had conversations before – how she had so much money she could buy anything she wanted and how he never wanted anything, because desires fulfilled and unfulfilled were discouraged.  Eva had been a profound exception. 

Theron didn’t know what to do with the bike or his feelings about it. 

Because he didn’t like it.

He didn’t want it.

But how was he going to explain that to her, who was so anxiously waiting for him to tell her she did it right?  Waiting for him to tell her she knew him best?

They both made those desperate reaches for affection after Nathema.  The legal marriage was the most permanent, and they’d dove into it headlong, together.  What they said during sex was the most fleeting, but the highs got higher with the right words. 

This… was probably the most expensive and the least well received.

And she’d figured it out.  “You don’t like it.”

Theron forced himself to look at her utterly crestfallen expression and told her the truth.  “No.  About as much as you would like my design of a personal shuttle for you to use instead of the Thief.”

Despite the hypothetical, Theron saw that temper flare up – how dare he even say that –and then it fizzled out when it registered. “You…you build them yourself.”

Theron nodded.

 “…but you sold your last swoop – the one you had on Nar Shaddaa,” Eva stated, the question baked in.

Theron shrugged.  “Had to.  Needed the money during the Revanite crisis.  It was for the mission.  Can’t get attached to some old bike if it means saving the galaxy.”

“…but you built it,” Eva repeated.  “How can you –”  She cut herself off with a shake of her head.  “Your attachments thing still doesn’t make sense to me.  The fact that you still can’t –”

“One notable exception.”  He had to correct her on that count.  “And maybe a few others, depending on how much they’ve annoyed me during the week.”  That provoked a smile from the both of them. 

He was better, she had to admit that. 

Eva looked at the swoop bike.  Then she sheepishly offered, “If I had Corso and Guss disassemble it for us and we put it back together –”

She didn’t finish that sentence before Theron laughed.   “We might not see the parts again, Eva,” he managed. 

“And then I really wouldn’t be able to return it.”  Eva gave the bike a bemused look.

Theron’s chuckling tampered off.  “…you’d do that?”

She shrugged.  “What’s the point of a bike you don’t ride or a ship you don’t like?”  A tiny little snarl erupted on her face.  “Even in the abstract.”

The amusement returned to Theron’s face at her absolute caginess about the Thief.  “I promise to never take up a drafting pencil on that concept.”

“Good,” she said, sharply.  Then her own smirk floated up to her face.  “How about I send you off to Taris or Telos or something with Blizz and go have a scrounge for parts?”  She put her hands on her hips. “I bet I could even find you an intel mission to do at the same time.”

Theron swaggered toward her for the first time during this whole exchange.  “Again, I’d never see the parts again if you sent Blizz.”  He paused.  “You got some spare time?”

She closed the rest of the distance between them.  “I can make time.”

~~

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor

[inyri]

A few side takes from the last chapter:

1) This entire piece of plot came out of a question I couldn’t shake that’s completely Imperial Agent specific. If you’re playing an IA who stayed allied with the Empire, the Order of Zildrog member who confronts you on Nathema is Marcus Trant. But what exactly did Cipher Nine do that would make Trant, Director of the SIS since she was a literal child, quit the Republic complete and join an apocalypse cult focused on killing her?

This was my answer to that question.

2) What happened at the end? We’ll get to that. But Garza learned something from Eclipse’s failure- they didn’t have a failsafe. She had to send Havoc to hunt them down, and she’s not one to repeat mistakes. The people for that new project came from Belsavis. The failsafe came from another prison entirely.

Do you remember Shadow Town?

#inyri writes #equivalent exchange outtakes #I suppose since there are so few enemies from the vanilla IA story guaranteed to be alive by Nathema #using Trant does make sense as a Republic foil to a loyal IA #but he was barely on Nine’s radar at that point in her life since she’d been away from ImpInt so long #and on the second point i also wanted a way to wrap that up that didn’t involve Nine having to kill that guy after all #that seemed anticlimactic #so instead: kaboom

[ospreyeamon]

lana, theron, and prescience

One of Lana’s letters says Arkous felt a connection form between her and the player upon the moment of their meeting. Lana confirms it in the optional Rishi romance scene; “It’s like when we first met. I knew our fates were going to be intertwined completely”. It is implied that a similar bond springs into being when Lana encounters a Pub-side player – though Lana is less candid about it as they are loyal to opposing factions – but also that the same thing happened to her with Theron, offscreen on Maanan.

It’s not like the Force says 💛One True Work Husband💛 upon meeting Theron any more than it says ❤️Great Love Of Your Life❤️ or 💙Captain My Captain💙 or 💚Tea Buddy💚 about the player character. It’s just … this one. This one is important, pay attention. A whisper of future knowing without whys or whens or hows.

Nothing that Lana couldn’t ignore, if she chose to, but Lana trusts in the feelings she gets from the Force. She’s the one who reaches out to Theron initially, on Maanan. (Theron tells a Pub-side player that he’s received a message; Lana says that she senses the presence of a potential ally.)

On Ziost, after their original alliance has ended and while Theron is still nursing sore feelings about being trustfall dropped on Rishi, Lana seeks him out again. When the Republic and Empire have both surrendered to Zakuul and everything has gone to hell, Lana calls Theron up to join her seedling rebellion.

Much later, during the mess with the Order of Zildrog, we get to see Lana in murderous overcorrection mode. Theron was maybe the only person other than the Commander and herself who she didn’t suspect of being the mole. Even after he shoots her, Lana’s traitorous instincts are still telling her that traitorous Theron isn’t a traitor and Lana is so angry about that.

(Theron’s optional death on Nathema is something I’m inclined to write off as an unrealistic product of KotFEET’s delusion that “meaningful player choice” is providing endless opportunities to kill companion characters. Lana is stubborn and self-assured and has repeatedly blown past the player character’s objections to take what she believes is the best course of action; investigating Arkous even if you tell her not to, continuing to work with Theron even if you say it’s a bad idea, putting you in charge of the Alliance even if you don’t want it. Dragging Theron back to the shuttle with her regardless of the Commander’s objections would have been more in keeping with her character than abandoning him to die solely on their say-so.)

From my understanding, a Force bond is the manifestation within the Force of a connection that exists independently of it. Even artificially constructed bonds rather than spontaneous natural ones; after all, you wouldn’t make the decision to intentionally tie yourself to a person you had no connection with. Where things get weird is when Force precognition is added into the mix. You’re not tied to this person yet but in the kaleidoscope of the future there are a thousand possibilities where you will be. When you meet, the presence of what might be is so overwhelming that in the Force it can almost feel like what is.

Which is kind of awkward when one of your destined people turns out to be from the Republic. And also Force-blind so he has no idea what’s happened. And you let him get captured by Revanites and he takes it as a betrayal even though you didn’t mean it as one because you were certain he would survive.

Force bonds and precinct awareness aren’t necessarily markers of a positive relationship. If a person is liable to become your great nemesis whose life you will destroy as you destroy theirs before you die together with your hands around each other’s throats on a crashing ship like you’re the deuteragonists of an opera, obviously they will ping as someone of significant future import.

Theron registers to Lana as an ally, though, before they’ve even met. How could that not influence her behaviour? Lana doesn’t tell him because not being able to feel their connection means that he’s not affected by it in the way she is and because the knowing is an edge she has over him. Even though they have their little personal alliance, they still try to score over each other when the opportunity to aid the Empire at the expense of the Republic or vice versa presents itself. It’s just jostling though. Lana knows that Theron is Special and Important (and Hers). Imperial values hold that you must never hesitate to sacrifice people for the greater good of the Empire but Theron is much too Special and Important to justify loosing for any short-term gain. Theron is Lana’s Force-marked ally which makes him more useful to the Empire alive than dead.

But holding back to allow the Revanite’s to capture Theron isn’t sacrificing him because Theron will survive. Lana knows he’s been trained to resist integration, knows he’s been caught before and managed to turn the tables on those holding him. Either Theron will escape or Lana and their other allies will come for him. Lana would never truly abandon Theron unless forced to choose between him and the Empire; this is just her seizing the opportunity that has presented itself to them.

Theron doesn’t understand that though. Theron can’t feel the connection that marks him as Special and Important. He doesn’t know about the bond because Lana very intentionally failed to tell him, so he assumes that Lana was fully prepared to let him die. That Lana would be prepared to allow someone who was Special and Important (and Hers) to be tortured on short notice isn’t something that occurs to him. And that realisation is distressing for Lana because, even though she’s too proud and wary to admit it to Theron, she misjudged the consequences of her actions. She didn’t intend to break his trust in her. It’s important to Lana that Theron trust her because she trusts Theron.

(She doesn’t want them to die together as enemies on a ship crashing into an ocean moon. It may be terribly romantic in operas but in real life it’s just straight up terrible.)

#Meanwhile in a Galaxy Far Far Away #swtor meta #Lana Beniko #Force precognition #Force bonds #Theron Shan #star wars the old republic #a wild headcanon appeared

[serenofroses]

some random short snippet because writing block and motivation ran away. putting my embarrasing writing under cut. very heavy canon divergent imperial agent because fuck canon.

"Keep your eyes out--these patrol droids will come around by any minute."

The former Dark Councillor stepped into the unattended office within the Archive, with Marr stood by the door watching Jadus approach the terminal and set to work, the zabrak took this indication to remain on guard-readying their lightsaber incase.

The probe droids were active and alerted by unidentified intruders. What they're doing was borderlining into a breach of security as files of many agents and datas left uncompromised.

But neither Sith care about that matter after Ania's files were leaked to the mysterious group and Jadus had a pretty good guess to whom was responsible for this.

All they needed to do was find any intels about Ania's link to the brainwashing program and get out undeteched.

Marr hid their emotions and thoughts well--Ania had been on their mind since she left them a recording. They're worried for her, wondering how she's coping mentally and emotionally.

“For what it’s worth," Jadus spoke up, breaking the silence between them, "I’m glad it’s you.”

Marr blinked in disbelief hearing this confession as they turned around to face the former Dark Councillor at the desk while remaining on guard, “Come again?”

Jadus’ attention was glued onto the terminal as they continued to search for files linking to the brainwash program left behind by their predecessor, “I don’t need to repeat myself.”

“Except I needed some elaboration on that.” Marr prodded for explanation.

It was then Jadus decided to glance up from the screen to stare at the masked warlord with a heaved perplexed sigh.

“You took Anastasia under your protection after Tenebrae ordered for her execution while I was imprisoned–guess that wasn’t obvious enough.”

Jadus had to bit on their tongue to finally admit this since Marr broke them out of Nathema prison, "You were the only Sith I respected the most than anyone else."

Marr was surprised by their confession, "That's... not something I would expect to hear from you."

Jadus clicked their tongue, "Don't be surprised--you were there for her when I was absent at the time, which was a costly error on my end. I should had protected her... that was my promise."

"An error?"

"Losing her to you was... humiliating as it is." Jadus scoffed, recalling the taunts from the warden who sought to rise a reaction out of them, "At least she's under your political protection."

Marr remembered the conversation they had with Ania while the ship's in hyperspace enroute to Alderaan to recuperate their strengths. Ania opened up to them about her relationship with Jadus.

They recalled her showing them the ring box.

"Would things had been any different if she accepted your marriage proposal?"

Jadus paused a moment to think about this.

If things had been any different, had they waited a little longer before departing for the Dominator to begin the terror network but time wasn't a factor back then. Or perhaps, they had wondered if they should've proposed to her and married her in secret before Ania was sent to Hutta for a mission.

The terminal pinged alerting the Sith's attention, disrupting their thoughts.

"Found something." Jadus announced, "My predecessor was a fool to hide this intel from me."

"What did you find?"

"Files of recordings linking to Castellan Restraints. Most of these were arranged on per argeement between my predecessor, the Minister and Sith scientists."

The two Sith ceased as the siren started to raise alarms, blared loudly throughout the building. Marr cursed--not expecting this to be turned out differently than they predicted. But breaking Jadus out of prison had dire consequences.

"I trust you are prepared for this, Lord Marr." Jadus warned them as they began to download the files from the terminal, "Because it won't be long enough for our presence to be discovered by one of our own. The Imperial Guards will be on high alert and brand you as a traitor for your involvement with me."

"Gather everything we need." Marr unclipped their lightsaber from their belt, "Then tell me when you're done. I trust that you have an escape route planned."

"What makes you think I have an escape route?" Jadus raised their brow at them.

Marr stared at the former Dark Councillor for a moment, "There is an alternative exit, right?"

"Marr..." Jadus said with an amused tone, "The only way out of this Archives was through the same way we came in. There isn't any alternative exit out of here."

"You're joking... there's no other way out?" Marr spoke with a deadpan expression.

"Unless you're more willing to squeeze yourself through the vents?" Jadus smirked at the thought of the famed warlord crawling through the air ducts, "That'll be a sight to see."

".... Fuck."

#seren swtor writings #swtor #ch: darth marr #ch: darth jadus #poly otp ania x marr x jadus

[barsenthorsholocron]

SWTOR [Senya x Valkorion] For Naught

Hello! This is my first time posting a short story. Any pointers, let me know.

Senya burst through the doors her stride urgent as she approached Valkorion. Valkorion had his back turned to everything but the stars, almost as if he was fighting some invisible battles. It's a habit he had been developing, one that worried Senya until it became annoyance; festering into resentment. Stopping just short of being able to touch him.

Senya held her breath, a small part of her hoping he'd be alert for a change. She glared at the back of his head, deciding to force him to pay attention, "Did you know?" Her words carried venom. She could swear she saw his ear twitch, a good sign.

"Know what, Senya?" His honeyed voice echoed in the large room. He turned ever so slightly to face her.

"What they are doing to Vaylin" there was desperation in her voice. "We have to get her out of there now."

Valkorion smirked, "Senya, we both agreed she was too dangerous to train her. Nathema, is the only place that can help her control her powers, the head keeper has strict orders from me that no death shall befall her."

"But Valkorion... the things theyre doing to her, Thexan-"

Valkorion raised his hand, interrupting her. "All necessary. If they have moved on to more 'rigorous' and 'unconventional' means its due to Vaylin's response. Remember this isnt an attack on our daughter, only a defense taken against her power. You saw what she did to those guards... theyre helping her control that raw power. If we pulled her out now, she'd only be mad that it was all for naught" He said trying to cox Senya back to understanding.

Senya backed away from him, "You can't seriously be condoning this. Vaylin doesn’t need this, she never has shes only needed her father. And the boys , Thexan and Arcann they need you too. We all do! This is the most we have spoken in 2 years!"

Valkorion shrugged, "They will have me once they've proven themselves worthy of my attention."

"They dont need to prove themselves worthy of anything, they are our children! That's enough." She pointed at him accusingly.

Valkorion let out a shrill laugh, "Such weak sentiment. Unconditional love leads to compliancy and failure. Another reason they seek me out instead of you. They know they must earn my attention because it is valuable. If our sons are to one day take the throne, we need leaders who have proven their worth in combat and in being adept of floating above the ocean of destiny. That's the only way to form a legacy." He turned to fully face her, "I gave your children a name and place in the galaxy. All I ask is they earned their keep. Discussion over."

Senya sighed, "Valkorion... please. You've been distracted for too long. When will you realize, your children are your legacy. We are your legacy. Please open your eyes."

Valkorion narrowed his eyes, his hand extended into a fist. Before he turned away "You are relieved of your duties within my legacy. You will not question your Immortal Emperor. Go."

Senya's eyes widened, just like that, he had turned his back on her too. Dismissed her. As the edges of her vision darkened, she felt the tears forming in her eyes. Anger soon replaced the heartache, her last memory of Valkorion, the white siluette of Valkorion turning away from her. This wasnt the man she married, this wasn't the father of her children, this was a separate beast entirely. She felt her motherly instinct to protect her children keep her moving as she decided not to earn his wrath. Indifference was a long acting venom but wrath, she had seen him in the battlefield, there would be no one left if she challenged him.

She didn't know how she did it, but she managed to return to their bedroom, muttering, "Never again." Her body felt numb the only feeling being her adrenaline forcing time to feel as if it was rushing by but also paused. She felt the urgency to go; she could feel through the force the darkness tainting her children.

#swtor #senya #Valkorian #Senya Triall #short story #swtor fanfiction #barsenthorwrites #Valkorion

[pentacass]

I know it’s not your canon for your OCs; but how different do you think things would be if Ves *was* the Outlander? How would Lana have dealt with that loss and how would Ves have dealt with everything? I’m so fascinated by the thought of it

^ ask equivalent of throwing my brain into a blender loll thanks for the ask!! <3 Short answer:

Long answer:

Things will be much bloodier. And, unfortunately, post-KotET Ves will not become a better person (or heal, at least) as she does in canon.

Let's do this based on my fic: where Ves meets Lana much earlier in the timeline, because I'm not sure Ves is able to fall in love so quickly, and with so much happening between SoR - KotET.

With this, things will be simultaneously much better and much worse for Lana when Ves is thrown into carbonite. Better because their bond already exists, and she knows for certain that Ves is still alive. Worse because her search spans five long years, which makes her question her own sanity in darker moments, wondering if she isn't just deluding herself with an imagined presence. When the carbonite poisoning sets in, Lana will feel so much more pressure to find her soon, before losing her forever.

Finding Ves will be a huge relief, and after Ves becomes the Commander, I'd wager things couldn't be better for Lana. The Commander, her hope, and her love are one - her direction is clear, loyalty unquestioned. Ves is hers to follow unto death.

There will be angst about pushing her love to the forefront of danger of course, but that's a given for any Outlander who romances Lana. I just find this interesting because it contrasts with Lana's actions in my fic, where she chooses not to turn to Ves, instead following some Force-led belief to find the Jedi Knight who would be Outlander. This creates tension within Lana: that she'd placed a saviour's mantle on her friend's shoulders, in order to protect her love from facing the same risks.

So Lana will have things easier, in a sense, for this AU :p Same for Ves too, up til the end of KotET. After, however... *sharpens knife*

Waking from carbonite after five years will not faze her badly - she'd seen and done much weirder shit. Being thrown right into a race to save the galaxy won't slow her down either - she'd won the struggle from slave to Dark Lord. She can and will ascend further onto the Eternal Throne.

What will drive her is the need to take revenge on Arcann and, more importantly, to relieve the pain Lana had endured through the five-year search.

With Darth Avriss at the helm, the Alliance takes a much darker path - enemies are executed without hesitation, allies kept on a tight leash. No regard is given to Zakuulan lives - she lets the reactor explode, and cripples Zakuul with Kaliyo's bombs.

When the time comes, she'll kill Senya for protecting her son, slay Arcann with the galaxy as witness, and end Vaylin without remorse. She will claim the throne as Empress, to Lana's delight.

She'd have an easier time with Valkorion squatting in her head, having been through it before. But Valk's presence does disturb her - she can feel faint ripples of the power he keeps hidden beneath the surface. He isn't under her control, and she knows he's a snake lying in the grass, waiting to pounce. So she doesn't take any of his offers, only falling prey to it that first time to save Lana. (Who proceeds to kick her ass about it.)

She doesn't kill Theron during the Nathema arc, knowing Lana would be upset by it, deep down.

But here's the kicker for Ves, post-Alliance. In this timeline, she hadn't suffered through Zakuul's invasion, watching her own power fray, confronted by the ephemerality of everything she'd built in the Empire. Her spirit hadn't been broken by her own struggle against a superior force. Her belief in the Sith Empire and her own power is still intact, and she is determined to get it all back.

Her Alliance joins the Empire. She wrests back her own seat on the Dark Council, and reclaims the title of Darth Avriss in full. She is restored to her former glory, power at her fingertips, love at her side, and yet, yet.

The core struggle of Vestra's character is this - she is someone who was meant to walk in the light, but was stolen by the dark. She was born with a heart that loves unabashedly, that will fight hard to right wrongs. Even as a slave, with hope dimmed in her eyes, she worked with her parents to care for the others, protecting slaves younger and weaker than her.

Then the Sith came and broke her, rebuilt her, taught her to view the world through blood-smeared eyes. She took to her new life and flourished, yes; but she is also prone to vicious self-hate if she looks into the eyes of her reflection for too long, to moments in the dark with a knife's point held to her own chest, to drowning herself with spice and sex to escape her reality.

When she returns to the Empire, with an Alliance purged of those who'd be willing to help her (my JK and JC), she cuts off all possibility of climbing out of this cycle of self-hate and destruction.

Lana would still be happy with her, in all her power-drunk, strutting glory. But Ves, Ves, Ves. I'm sorry. You will die thinking that with your passing, the galaxy will be made a better place.

#i had a word vomit about ves at the end there sowwy #it touched on something about her that i never talk about and i Lost Control #if there's something specific u wanna know that i didn't talk about pls feel free to ask :3 #swtor #vestra lenshe #lana beniko #yzwrites #ask #anonymous

[tiredassmage]

*looks around* say, what was Tyr's experience with Nathema to have such a violent emotional reaction to it?

Ehehehehe >:D

I inexplicably feel uh. Exhausted today, so let's see if I can. make this coherent enough to follow. Especially because it's one of several Tyr Lore notes that roll around like tumbleweeds in my head, but it's hard for Tyr to talk about, if he ever does, and while it certainly is informed by a boatload of his former experiences, it still... doesn't trickle out a lot into fics - or at least it hasn't yet. But I can sure talk about it for him!

In particular interest this time is the visit to Nathema in relation to Vaylin's conditioning there, though... arguably, neither of his visits are particularly 'Galaxy's 50 hottest vacation destinations' list worthy.

The short answer is that Nathema and its connotations are an emotional trigger point for what I'd call Tyr's genuinely deepest fear: being controlled again, to lose what little grip on his individual purpose he does have to the orders of someone else again. And, unfortunately, Nathema is... another blip in a long history of that kind of control running in Imperial circles. While Nathema is definitively more between Valkorian and Vaylin, Valkorian inextricably had a hand in both empires, and the methods he sees at Nathema are not methods Tyr would ever, ever place beyond the Sith Empire. He's seen - and will continue to see after - that it sure as hell isn't.

Alone, the whole experience is more than enough to make it dig at old wounds. I'd even argue it's a fear Tyr guards rather well. It's a silent undercurrent in everything else that rests on his shoulders - the fear of losing the very few he does call close friends, the weight of leading the Alliance, a Cipher's inability to not see the potential scope in all of these issues.

To sort of backtrack then and develop what that pressure point even looks like, Tyr plays... a very interesting game of galactic Twister deflecting the blame for his experiences under Castellan Restraints off of people he cared for and admired and onto parties he could at least hold a grudge against, if not take on outright; Tyr largely blames the Dark Council and Hunter for the bulk of his trauma. At the end of the day, that's who Tyr sees holding the leash and the person he believes delighted the most in tugging at it just to watch him struggle and nearly buckle entirely under the pressure. And all of that still mixing with the kind of ideals he manages to hold to made his position with the Empire post-Corellia incredibly precarious. Not to get too off-topic, but I imagine part of the reason Tyr in particular is assigned as the field lead for the Makeb expedition is because he's just as much on a 'succeed or you better hope you die trying' mandate from Marr and the Council as the bulk of that team. He's not exactly told up front how much of a suicide mission that might be, but he can't say he's surprised when he finds out the extent to which it is once he's on the ground.

Which is... a long and context-inclusive way of giving the groundwork for why its a persistent fear of his. Particularly operating double agent for Ardun Kothe (and, again, not because he's fearing this from Ardun - or even the SIS at large). In short and to reference a particularly delicious conversation the agent can have with Lokin again, "Of all the things that can go wrong in this job, dying's not so bad. Failure, though..."

Well, he's seen plenty of times over what failure can look like for an operative. For the average Imperial that's more likely to be treated like a pawn in the Sith's games than an ally or even a fellow citizen striving for the same goals.

And, of course, a thread of it is seeing Nathema while Valkorian is still lurking around. It would've been bad enough to let his Cipher's mind run off with imagining the kind of possibilities that can come out of a place like the asylum on Nathema. It's a whole other to get even the barest taste of what lingers in the Force. Now, Tyr's not generally Force sensitive; Valkorian's presence gives him... a really shitty impression of it (both in... quality and his residual feelings after the fact lol), on occasion for the extent that the bastard is up there sharing his very crowded mind with him. It's prone to being overwhelming and unpredictable - often to the point of inducing things like migraines, due to Tyr's blatant lack of training on the subject, which is... only marginally improved by consulting with Sana-Rae and the Force Enclave over the course of the Alliance's lifespan. But I am delighted with the idea that even someone like him, without any training, without any true experience with the matter, was able to feel how wrong Vitiate's presence and interference was on Ziost. And now you put him on Nathema with at least a modicum of development on his understanding for that sense - and the whole place is permeated with the horrors of those walls. If it wasn't for Lana to corroborate some of the sensations, he'd probably be keen to brush it off on an overactive imagination - feeling like you can almost still hear the screaming.

The... familiar and not (something something, imagined it so much it feels like an old friend kind of thing) sense of desperation. The dread of recognition. It is, in short, the stuff of his nightmares. Darkest shadow and almost sickeningly scientific light. More numbers scrawled on notepads and etched into data sheets than names. A tool, a phenomena to be observed more than a person, or even a beast. Fight or flight. Does the choice matter in the end? Does it change the outcome? Or is the narrative already decided? Is he just prolonging the dance?

The nightmares induced by the alterations and fatigue of operating under the Castellan Restraints never entirely left him to begin with, but they'd... come and go in intensity over the years. Very rarely do they ever leave him screaming himself awake; he'd... rather not talk about it, after all - which would be markedly more difficult if more people knew just what it did to his sleep schedule over the years. He's used to startling himself, breath caught in his throat, a few restless hours spent til morning finally creeps in and its reasonable to be operating again. Vector's generally the only other that knows with any certainty exactly what troubles him, for the longest time. With Vector's keen senses, it's harder to hide from him than the rest of the crew and Vector's presence is... almost soothing. He's still someone Tyr can rely on, even when everything has tested his trust so thoroughly.

But Nathema sets everything off like a fireworks grand finale again. And makes it worse. It's all the worse for finding the... closest semblance to freedom he's ever had in his life in the Alliance. To grapple with the possibility of slipping back that far, that he's still susceptible, still just as vulnerable is terrifying. It doesn't swallow quietly like the weight he's carried for years. It's shifted that weight and until he gets a grapple with how that sits now, in the aftermath, it's... a rough couple of weeks, in particular, after the Nathema expedition. A wound that'll be agitated again until Vaylin's defeat, then again when Tenebrae's final fate is questioned once more.

Finally, that weight will resettle the way it did after Imperial Intelligence. He'll be able to swallow it again, wrestle with it quietly in the way he'll pace a room when there's too much on his mind, or the restless way his hands toy when he's idle in a meeting.

In a way, it's not what Nathema did to him, exactly. Though being just sensitive enough on that visit to feel the way death lingers on the planet, to feel that all whisper down his spine almost like a physical feeling and noise certainly doesn't help. It's... the implications of a lot of things that dredge up old wounds he never did and probably... never will completely recover from. It's the uncomfortable similarities.

And Tyr would do just about anything to avoid ever going back to being someone's leashed pawn. That's a lot of desperation. A lot of fear. Failure's not an option. Because it's a weight he knows he can't live with carrying twice.

#answered #ch: tyr #roblox oof

[finchmarie]

I've decided I'm just going to start sharing sketches of varying degrees of polish alongside some serious info dumping on my OCs so I can get some of it out of my brain!

General info about my canon so far (basically at the moment it's starting stories to Ossus while I flesh stuff out then I'll mover further along)!

My main eight characters, main eight class play throughs, are Alliance founders who for the most part meet when coming together against Revan. There are many other faces in my Legacy but these eight were caught in carbonite by Zakuul within six months of each other. They're also the most fleshed out and tend to be the lighter side folk.

Anyways a bunch of info dumping in 3...2...1:

Pictured top left are my pub folks: Winter, Jedi Knight, is Alliance Commander. Charlie, Smuggler, works alongside Hylo as a procurement specialist. She spends a lot of time in combat. Leyliana, Trooper, works alongside her cat husband. Esskelle, Jedi Consular, was assigned as right hand to Lana Beniko and they eventually end up married.

Leyliana and Charlie tend to butt heads as they're just fundamentally different in regards to things like following orders and not shooting before asking questions.

Winter and Charlie are my loves. These little white haired babies were brought together after they both lost their families in the sacking of Coruscant. Charlie was younger than Winter and drawn to her at first simply because of their matching hair. They were street kids for awhile together with Winter watching over Charlie. When Winter's force sensitivity was detected and she was taken off for training Charlie was left behind. This set her into stealing her first ship, and subsequent 'life of crime', to follow after Winter. It took a few years to find her but she did and by the events of the game they're in close contact. Charlie would and has taken blaster shots for Winter and is fiercely loyal to her.

Fun fact 90% of the jewelry Winter wears is from Charlie, as Winter was admittedly a little vain as a child. When she got the scars on her face, during a gang related robbery, she was devastated. Without too much gruesome detail Charlie made herself match in an effort to make Winter feel better, resulting in the vertical scar on Charlie's face. The horizontal is from a speeder crash that came way too close to decapitating her. Charlie often follows her guts vs her brains. She's not known as a thinker, and much of her success comes from her instincts being eerily accurate.

Charlie and Theron make me a bit feral. They're my "Good at everything but each other" trope. They haven't gotten their cute post Nathema proposal as Charlie is not quick to forgive or forget. Though they eventually end up married the timing in my story is just a bit different.

Winter marries Doc Kimble (she apparently likes to surround herself with a type) who Charlie works with like oil in water. Likely because they're so similar, though he's got her beat on book smarts, they're both over confident but very skilled with over inflated egos. She's done combat medicine more than once where the two ended up nearly coming to blows over her 'butcher jobs'. Despite this because of a shared love of Winter they make an effort to tolerate each other.

Esskelle and Lana are my 'slow burn' trope. They're making me crazier the more I flesh them out. Initially their vibe = Esskelle "I can make her better". Lana: "I can make her worse". They both kind of succeed.

#Charlie Thrasher #Winter Wren #Theron Shan #Yana Shepherd #Esskelle Isova #SWTOR #SWTOR OCs #Star Wars the Old Republic #Star Wars: The Old Republic #Star Wars #SWTOR Art #Star Wars Art #Finch Doodles #SWTOR doodles

[swtorramblings]

The Soldier and the Storm-???: Life Day on Alderaan

Festive Vaylin by @fleeting-sanity​

The mission successful and the Sith Academy demolished once again, they fled Korriban, a number of the “students” going with them. Akharo and Jorgan were having to coral a number of children on board the command ship, since it was where they had the most space. The boy that had been thrown at her, Uzani, had been cleared by the ship’s medical droid and followed the General the entire trip.

Vaylin returned willingly to her meditation chamber, little more than another cage. Akharo thought that was odd, but also probably wise. The dozen or so youngling force sensitives they had on the command ship was not something she thought the former Empress should be around. Even though she was following orders, there was always that feeling like a timer was counting down when she was nearby. Eventually, they landed on Alderaan, where the Alliance had allies, though the Republic disavowed the attack, some members of the Senate outright condemning it. The young adults were taken to be processed separately, possibly to find new homes, possibly to enter training. It had been their choice to leave the Academy, it had to be their choice what they wanted to do next, too. The youngsters, though, had been left with the Alliance forces for now. Two score Force sensitive children all told, barely in control of their abilities, was not something that could be handled just now. They were happily playing outside the city where their ships had landed. It was nearly Life Day, and some small gifts and food were being brought up from a generous nearby village. They seemed to be enjoying the festivities. Akharo assumed this was new to them, but who could know? She had no idea if it was celebrated in the Empire. That’s when she noticed that a few had separated from the rest, sitting nearby in a desolate area, and went to see why. Oh. She was out. “Hello, younglings, are you bothering our friend, here?” The Storm looked up at her from the rocky ground she was sitting on. “They’re fine. They just decided they wanted to sit with me. Don’t ask me why.” Well, whatever Akharo thought of her, she had brought the Academy crashing down and freed them. Were they grateful? “Because you’re powerful and we want to be powerful, too.” Vaylin tried to interrupt. “You don’t want…” “Because you can break anything that tries to hurt us again.” “Well, yes, but…” Uzani, who had followed Akharo up here, said, “And because we know you will.” It didn’t take the Force to see the thoughts going through Vaylin’s mind, or the emotions. Eventually she turned away, saying, “If you’re too weak to break them yourselves, why do you think I’d do it for you?” “Because you wanted someone to do it for you.” Did the boy have a death wish? This was Vaylin he was talking back to. Or did he know something Akharo didn’t? That’s when the snowball streaked toward Vaylin’s head. Much faster than the boy could have thrown it. He must be using his talents. Vaylin just caught it with her own power, leaving it hovering there, half a meter from her face. She turned with that predatory grin and said, “What was this supposed to do?” Akharo had seen decorated soldiers blanch at that smile. Uzani, though, just said, “Distract you.” That’s when snowballs started flying at the Storm from all directions as the younglings demonstrated why they were here. Mostly, she caught them like she had the first or dodged them, but there were so many she was eventually pelted by several at once and knocked into a snowbank. For several moments, there was just the sound of children’s laughter. Akharo both wished she had her blaster cannon and knew it would do no good. There was steam coming from where Vaylin had fallen, and some sparks. And then, an unnatural sound, a sound that hadn’t been heard in over a decade. Vaylin’s laughter. Not the laughter of the broken thing that had emerged from Nathema, not the laughter of a spirit being broken, but almost the laughter of a child. Laughter from a place something like joy. She scrambled back to her feet, and the fight was on. One snowball sped toward Akharo, which she almost knocked from the air with her gauntleted hand, but she knew it was no threat and she let it hit her in the face. Let them have their fun, and it gave her an excuse to join in.

Later, with the children in bed and Vaylin still sitting on that same rocky outcropping, Akharo approached her again and asked, “Were you actually enjoying yourself?” Vaylin shrugged and said, “Maybe. Or maybe I just went along because I didn’t want the Alliance to kill me if I hurt the children. Or to make you trust me a bit. How could you be sure?” Akharo thought about that for a moment, then went and sat down next to her former enemy, looked out over the mountains to the stars as Vaylin did. “I don’t think you’re that good an actor.” She looked over and saw Vaylin’s grin. “I think you’d be surprised.” Maybe she would at that. But, for now, Vaylin had helped them make this day possible, and also to comfort children that had left the only life they’d ever known, horrible as it was. And that would be enough. “Happy Life Day.” Then they sat in silence and watched the snow and the stars.

#Vaylin #Akharo (OC) #force sensitive kids

[queen-scribbles]

Types of Kisses Prompt 3 for Jaaide and Theron

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond. (Set a day or so after Damage Control)

For once it was just them.

No Lana, no Alliance business, even no med-techs fussing about. That was the biggest miracle of the three, and had taken a combination of Jaaide pulling rank, reminding the doctor she had stellar medical training, and promising she was more than capable of making Theron stay in bed where he belonged.

(Apparently his walk to find her had been either unsanctioned or ill-advised and he’d done it anyway. Because of course he had.)

“More than capable, huh?” Theron had snarked, sitting on their bed, tension in his posture that spoke of still being mildly uncertain he belonged there even as he leaned back against the pillows.

“More than,” she repeated, smirking, as she curled up with her head on his shoulder and one arm loosely draped over his stomach.

“Oh, that’s not fair,” he’d muttered in protest, but hadn’t made any move to dislodge her, and they’d been sitting like that ever since.

Somewhere about two or three minutes in, his arm slid around her back and he started running his fingers in loops from her shoulder to elbow. Jaaide hummed and snuggled closer, her own fingers tracing idle circles against his hip.

“Keep that up and I very well might fall asleep,” she warned in a mumble.

“Not surprising, you can sleep anywhere,” Theron countered with a chuckle.

“But this is one of my favorite spots,” she said, her hand sliding up his abdomen until it rested just below his newest scar, the warmth of his skin seeping through his shirt under her palm. “I’m glad it’s still an option.”

(She’d come far, far too close to losing it.)

He was quiet a moment, teasing tone somewhat forced when he spoke. “Who was threatening to take your bed away from you?  And don’t they know you sleep just as well on the couch?”

Jaaide huffed and reached up without even looking to flick his forehead.

“Ow,” he deadpanned.

She resisted the temptation to do it again, but only just. “You know what I meant, Theron.”

“Mm-hm.” Another pause, Theron’s hand slid off her arm to instead pull her closer. “I’ll do my best to make sure it stays available for the foreseeable future, if it means that much to you,” he murmured, chin pressing the top of her head.

“See that you do, because it does,” she said lightly, like she didn’t still have nightmares about Nathema. About him dying in her arms, about being too slow, not enough and losing him. But she hadn’t.

He was still here, right by her side. Alive and warm and reckless enough to do whatever it took to protect her. Because he loved her.

(And she would patch him up and forgive when the reckless streak overreached. Because she loved him.)

Jaaide smiled at the thought and pushed herself up to lean over him, bracing her hand against the wall just about his shoulder. “Theron?”

He looked up, eyes briefly widening at how close they were. “Hm?”

She straddled his hips but made sure to support her own weight, cupping his jaw with her free hand, the words a breathy murmur against his skin. “Kiss me.”

Theron arched a brow but couldn’t hide his smile at the abrupt request. “That an order, Commander?” he asked, low and rough and teasing just a little.

Jaaide lightly ran a fingertip alone one of the lines cut in his hair. “Do you need it to be?”

His fingers slid into her hair, cupping the back of her head to pull her forward, and he kissed her until her toes curled.

She giggled into the kiss--it was a good kiss, exactly what she’d been angling for--and smirked impishly at him when they finally parted, both breathing hard. “I didn’t think so.”

Theron tried to scoff but it came out as more of a rueful laugh. “You are... entirely too cute when you’re smug, you know that?”

Jaaide leaned into his touch when he gently swept the hair back from her face.  “So a certain very handsome Republic spy keeps telling me.”

He grinned, thumb idly tracing the cybernetics at her jaw. “Sounds like a smart guy.”

“Aside from a tendency to call himself an idiot, he is a very smart man.” She smiled and lightly ran her fingers along his brow, down past his implants, until her hand dropped to rest against his shoulder. “And I love him very much.”

Theron swallowed hard, all teasing gone as he held her gaze. He took a deep breath, but his voice was still rough when he finally spoke.  “Sounds... sounds like he’s also a very lucky guy.”

“Mm.” Jaaide brushed a light kiss to his lips. “Not half so lucky as he’s made me,” she murmured, and then kissed him again to show just how much she meant it.

For once, no one interrupted them.

#queens fic #kiss prompts #jaaide arien #theron shan #jaaide/theron #spy nerds #otp: straight up truth #hey look just in time for #theron thursday

[lily-orchard-gossip-blog]

Two Loving Mothers Breakdown Part 2

I didn’t get very far with the first part, in fact, I seem to have gotten stuck right out of the gate, but hopefully I can make more progress in the story. I somehow have the feeling that that isn’t going to be the case, but I can dream, right?

The next line is fine, it’s just Aliana starting to get out of bed to comfort Star, but Rey decides to take this one. I have to ask however, about this line following the first one:

Aliana had gotten up to tend to Star every night and it was taking its toll on her.

Why is Aliana the only one taking night duty? There isn’t a good reason for Rey to be letting Aliana do all the work. They aren’t breastfeeding her, their comforting her nightmares.

But to really hammer home just what a toll this is having on poor Aliana, we get these two lines:

Dark circles under her eyes, her braids gaining more and more flyaways and she was exhausted. Seeing all the progress Aliana had made in taking care of herself slowly bleed away the more Star kept her up was another thing that was breaking Rey’s heart. 

How dare the child interrupt Aliana’s skin care routine?! Like, I understand wanting to showcase the physical toll this was having on Aliana, but the second line:

Seeing all the progress Aliana had made in taking care of herself slowly bleed away the more Star kept her up was another thing that was breaking Rey’s heart. 

Just reads poorly to me. It feels like the paragraph is saying that Aliana matters more then the child who’s struggling, when I’m certain that isn’t suppose to be the case.

Also, Rey’s heart sure is breaking a lot. This is where you need to pull out the thesaurus, and chose another word, because having the exact same sentiment/word choice two paragraph in a row is just sloppy, and screams that this wasn’t edited.

(There’s another issue, but I’m putting a pin in that until later.)

Anyways, Rey figures she can handle the…baby?

Here’s the line:

She could handle the baby, and let her wife get her much needed rest.

Now the issue here, is that this is not only very impersonal, it also indicates that the Rey doesn’t think of Star as her and Aliana’s child, but rather a thing that exists. (This isn’t helped by what happens later in the story, but I’m getting ahead of myself.) But the funny thing is, this is a reeeeaaaly easy fix. All you have to do change one little word. So here you go, the edited version:

She could handle their baby, and let her wife get her much needed rest.

Boom, done.

Why did I change that one word? Because A) It makes it more personal, and B) It makes the line more character centered. Star is no longer being called a baby by the author, but rather by Rey.

The next paragraph is about why Star has nightmares, and how Rey and Aliana met her. And because I’m a nitpicky assh*le, I’m going to go over the stuff that probably really only bugs me. But I guess that’s why you’re reading this sooooo…

My problem starts with the second line of the paragraph:

The girl’s night terrors stemmed from her time on Nathema, a time of torture and harsh punishments to mold her into a Jedi killer by the First Order.

There is no reason to use time twice here. Like none. Here’s a rewrite to show what I mean:

The girl’s night terrors stemmed from her time on Nathema, where the First Order used torture and harsh punishments to mold her into a Jedi killer.  

Is it better? I don’t know, but I find it flows better, and there’s a lot less repetition now.

Of course, I wish this was the only problem with this paragraph. But anyways here’s the next line:

They’d found her abandoned in a ruined bedroom, and though she had seemed fine initially, the memories of what had happened to her had been returning ever since Rey and Aliana had adopted the girl.

First of all, who are they?

The above sentence does not establish who the they is referring to, and while I can infer that it’s probably Rey and Aliana, the fact that I was confused for a few seconds over who Rey was referring to, isn’t exactly a good thing.

We then finish off with this sentence here, and it annoys me to no end:

Aliana had suspected there would be scars from her imprisonment, but even she had been surprised by the intensity of Star’s nightmares. 

We know Star has intense nightmares; this has been well established already. This line just feels like a means to continue inserting Aliana into the narrative. Are we suppose to be surprised over the fact that even Aliana didn’t know how bad Stars night terrors where going to be?

NO!

It isn’t surprising; this has been well established already. This is paragraph three, and we are still talking about the nightmares, but we aren’t getting any new information about them.

It is such a pointless line. You can cut it, and nothing would be lost. You know what, I’m going to prove it by showing you a “re-write” of the paragraph. Here you go:

Rey yawned as she made her way to Star’s room. The girl’s night terrors stemmed from her time on Nathema, where the First Order used torture and harsh punishments to mold her into a Jedi killer.  Rey and Aliana found her abandoned in a ruined bedroom, and though she had seemed fine initially, the memories of what had happened to her had been returning ever since they had adopted the girl.

It's still repetitive, still clunky, but it’s a lot less maddening.

I’m going to stop here now, because it’s running a bit long. I’ve noticed this thing with Lily’s writing where she just repeats the same information over and over and over again, just delivering it in a slightly different way each time.  She does this a lot with TSR, and she’s doing it again here.

See you in part 3.

#two loving mothers #lily orchard #story review

[azems-familiar]

Hi Lee! For the fanfic ask game- C, K, and X? :D

C - what character do you identify with the most?

out of my OCs? probably Vyl. he gets a lot of my trauma and trauma responses, just ramped up a lot, and he's also a way better person than i am. i also, weirdly enough, identify with Scourge a lot, which is probably not a good thing....

K - what's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

hmm i have uh. well i mean everything i write is angst basically but. there are a few things that qualify for Top. one of those is just the entire hp au, with its uhhhh manipulation and grooming and all that shit. hilariously, the other three are all ones i've come up with with io! in no particular order:

the saddest possible revans au, which is where we released Shala and Hes into the same universe, got them horribly codependent and in love with each other, and then had them win, kill Vitiate, and replace him for three centuries, becoming eldritch abominations who weren't actually happy and were incredibly broken and literally had both of us sobbing for a Long Time.

the pyrrhic victory au, which focuses on sunlight's version of Ziost. in this one, it actually just goes off a thing they talked about doing in canon but never had time to do before Vitiate ate the planet - a ritual in which Verok used his forcewalking ability to become a bridge, Illitha used the shielding ritual to block Vitiate from the stolen power he got from eating Nathema, and Ari went Avatar Of The Force to properly kill him. the results of that would've been Ver burning out his forcewalking ability entirely and losing the ability to use the Force with any kind of precision; Illitha would've ended up losing a lot of their personality and sense of self, and also probably being reduced down to an average Force-user's strength rather than Vaylin levels of power; Ari would've ended up losing everything about her except for being the Force's avatar of balance and justice.

the Bad End: another step off sunlight's Ziost, this one is where Verok binds Vitiate with the forcewalking ritual and pretty much just becomes.... mini-Vitiate, except the one thing of him that's strong enough to survive is how much he loves Ari, so he's just an eldritch abomination who is horrific and also loyal to his wife, the Jedi Battlemaster. yeah.

X - a character you enjoy making suffer

well this one is easy. all of them, duh! in more specifics... hmm. it's very fun to put Revan through hell, i also unfortunately like hurting the Jedi Dad because he's so like. serene. and he reacts so interestingly to it, he's such a good Jedi. Scourge is, of course, my regular go-to for trauma, since all i have to do is go, alright Scourge what trauma do we have today, and he just dumps an entire horror story on me without any further prompting!

#asked and answered #canon: sunlight #oc: vyl kivan #oc: chril'lith'anasin #oc: arielle tanith #verok tag #this was fun thank you for the ask!

[magicallulu7]

Here’s some facts about my main 3 Swtor Ocs.

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Kailani

Fact 1: Kailani means “sea and sky” in Hawaiian.

Fact 2: Kailani found out she was a Lesbian at the age of 15 and she previously dated a fellow Padawan at the ages of 19 and 20, before they decided to break things off on good terms.

Fact 3: Kailani loves to cook and she learned how to cook during the days when she was a youngling training to become a Jedi.

Fact 4: Kailani sometimes cooked meals for her dates with Kira and she loves making Kira's favorite foods.

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Matilda

Fact 1: Matilda means “Mighty in battle” in German.

Fact 2: Matilda’s bio father is Darth Vowrawn and she found out that he is her father during the Nathema Conspiracy arc.

Fact 3: Matilda has dated another Jedi for a year, but things has ended badly for them. Which lead her to be pretty wary of getting into another relationship, but Arcann had surprisingly swept her off her feet.

Fact 4: Matilda was abandoned on Shili, but she was taken in by a family of Torgutas and she was taken by the Jedi a few years later. She was also a part of Lani’s crew a few years after she joined the order.

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Osamu

Fact 1: Osamu means “Discipline, Study” in Japanese.

Fact 2: Osamu was manipulated by a Sith Lord to join the Empire as a Padawan and sometimes he regretted it, but it also made him view that not all imperials are evil.

Fact 3: Osamu has met Ashara when he joined Adelaide’s crew as Adelaide’s apprentice and they’ve begun dating after a year they’ve met.

Fact 4: Osamu owns a Mouse Droid named “MC-71” and had it since he joined the empire.

#swtor #star wars #star wars the old republic #swtor oc #swtor screenshots #kailani frostfang #matilda ismatei #osamu landwalker #human #sith pureblood #zabrak

[plotbunny-bundle]

Bunny plays the Nathema Conspiracy

So I finally played the Nathema Conspiracy. I had a good time playing it.

 It was very long and had a lot of cuts scenes. I love cut scene. The animation was great. I loved the sequence of Lana threatening Theron and him seamlessly putting down his gun while we talked. It felt like a flashpoint and took me a while but the cut scenes made it more bearable.

It took me 7 hours to play through. Very long but worth it. Game play it wasn’t too challenging for me. I only struggled with one boss fight. I do wish there would be some instruction to boss fights with mechanics. I’m sure this flashpoint was too easy for most people.

story wise it was pretty fun. I knew about Theron not being a real traitor before so that part didn’t bother me. I liked the hints he left the character. It was cool to see some origin references. But it did feel a bit like trying to have edgey fan services. I didn’t expect we’d get to see Motris and Vera’s stories and see them interact with Vinn Atrius. Kinda wondering about the relationship between Lana and Darth Motris since he mentioned her.

I liked the Order of Zildrog. I love when my character faces consequences. It makes sense there would be people of Zakuul that hated your character. So many people would hate the PC after all they’ve done.

Biggest complaint I have is Koth. Where was he? Vinn Atrius has the same beliefs Koth came into the Alliance with. I would love to see how much he’d changed and what he thought of Atrius. also the Gravestone had a Big part. His crew was on there and could have died. he should have at least been there. Koth should have come back and reacted. or if your character killed him, someone close to him could be in Order like Senya’s vera.

There were some lore breaking things like Darth Mortis risking is power base to be in the order. But the one that bugs me is Hylo being able to call your character from Systems away. I feel like that shouldn’t work. Instant connection from an off the grid planet to a barely not dead one? (Yes I’m being nick picky)

So in summary I had a good time. It was long but not bad and needed Koth.

#bunny plays swtor #Nathema Conspiracy #lost post

[ipreferfiction]

i got bored, so i decided to do one of these! it's been a while since i shared anything on here, and i'm just trying to get back into regular writing with whatever i can. at the moment, that's these two!

As it is, she just lets her head fall against the floor and huffs out a breath, saber hilts rolling from her hands. Scourge deactivates his lightsaber and raises a brow stalk, clearly unimpressed with her performance, and J’lima rolls her eyes. “Sit down,” she says with a sigh. “I’m tired.” “Your stamina is not so badly damaged that a spar of such little time would exhaust you. Do you not have tasks to which you must attend?” Despite his tone, he folds his legs beneath him and kneels beside her. The edges of his Force-signature writhe like a star’s solar flares; she sinks into the familiarity and reaches for him in the Force, letting all her affection brush against him, and smiles when she feels him reaching back. “Fine. I missed you, and you managed to beat all the tension out of me. Stay for a little while.” “You have not been deprived of my presence, asha,” he murmurs, though there is a touch of fondness in his voice. J’lima shifts to lean back against his leg, and though he makes a protesting noise, he exerts no effort to actually move her. “Watching you terrorize half of high command isn’t what I had in mind. You haven’t been avoiding me, but we haven’t gotten the chance to talk since we came back from the wilds.” Maybe it’s unfounded, this fear that what they have will shatter if she doesn’t say something, but she’s spent too many years loving him to let this sit, not when she knows he cares about her too. (Even if that doesn’t feel real either, even if she can’t believe that after three hundred years, he’d choose her over anyone else, when it was her face that made him kneel to Vitiate, her face and Lia’s that drove his betrayal and his anguish and the deaths of everyone he loved. He calls her victory, but for him, could it ever be anything but hollow?) “And what is it you wish to discuss?” Scourge asks her, softer.

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notes:

asha translates to "victory" in the sith language. scourge uses it to refer to j'lima because for three hundred years he only had her (and lia's) face and the knowledge that they were the keys to destroying vitiate, with no names attached. after meeting them, when j'lima was the one he truly bonded with, he persisted in calling her asha, and this has continued through the alliance era

this takes place, in start a war's timeline, a couple of weeks after the ossus/nathema mess. long story short: echoes of oblivion exists but takes place directly after kotfe/kotet, and is followed by a campaign on ossus and scourge taking on the role of hunting down the order of zildrog for being a threat to the alliance. unused to his newfound mortality, he is captured after destroying several bases and taken to nathema, where j'lima has to rescue him while lia is showing down with a familiar face on ossus.

the scene in the odessen wilds that's mentioned is shown in this lovely commission, and it is shortly after scourge is healed enough from nathema to attempt to hide because he has no desire to discuss his feelings. unfortunately for him, j'lima follows him, and they end up confessing their feelings for one another.

#my fics #wip whenever #swtor #swtor jedi knight #jedi knight #lord scourge #otp: three hundred years to see your face #ch: j'lima akarr #canon: start a war