#then probably asks risha for help

[swtorpadawan]

Tension

Author’s Notes: Sexual content ahead, albeit fairly SFW. Someone sent me a prompt.

The tension had been building for weeks.

Her victory over the Voidwolf at Corellia – and the ‘conclusion’ of her entanglements with Rogun the Butcher – had led to many new opportunities for Captain Bas’riish and her crew aboard the Kikalekki's Gambit.

Her decision to dissolve the smuggler’s fleet the ‘Wolf had assembled – after unleashing it on the Imperials at Corellia – had further built on that tension.

Exiled queens looking to fund planetary revolutions hated to leave money on the table.

In the absence of daily attempts on her life, it had also meant that Bas’riish was finding herself increasingly distracted concerning her first mate and chief engineer.

To that end, with a few moments to catch her breath while they were docked at Port Nowhere, she’d made her way back to the ship’s engine room… and immediately caught her breath at the sight of the protruding posterior of her quarry.

Bas’riish licked her lips as she gazed down at the woman who currently had her head and upper body stuck inside an engine vent. Those tight pants she was wearing accentuated everything.

“You overworked the fuel injectors again.” The rebuke from within the vent came before the lovely green Twi’lek captain could start breathing again. “I told you before that would gunk up the sub-light drives.”

Risha Drayen had no doubt heard her walking in across the floor panels. Hell, she probably could tell which member of their crew it was just from their footfalls.  

Clever bitch. Bas’riish smirked, continuing to gaze at the engineer’s butt.

“Sorry about that.” She finally spoke. “We had to rush to make the deadline on that shipment.”

She tilted her head.

“You need any help in there?”

A long sigh could be heard from the vent.

“Just hand me that power calibrator, alright?”

Her lips impishly smirked as Bas’riish picked up the tool, sliding it into the outstretched hand… and then taking that hand in hers.  

“My hand?” the irritated voice came again.

Bas felt her own voice grow softer.

“Got a minute?”

Another sigh escaped the vent.

“Sure. Hold on.”

Bas’riish finally released the hand as Risha ducked her head and backed out of the vent.

Damn. Bas’riish thought to herself as the engineer pulled off her goggles. Even sweaty and tired, her tank top clinging to her body (and showing off no small amount of cleavage), Risha was still incredibly beautiful.

And the tension in both women had been slowly building up for a long while.

“What’s up?” Risha asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bas’riish swallowed again. Shavit. She never felt nervous. Why was this situation any different from the countless others she’d been through?

Because she knew Risha. She cared about Risha. She trusted Risha.

And right now, she wanted Risha.  

“You’ve been working hard.” She began.

Risha rolled her eyes.

“Thanks for noticing.”

“…. And we’ve both been through a lot. These last few weeks.” She reached her hand up and gently caressed Risha’s cheek. ”You’ve put up with a lot from me.”

Risha’s eyes widened for half a second but then she closed her eyes and let out yet another sigh. Where the first two sighs communicated frustration, this one reflected something else entirely.

“So.” She leaned in. “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.”

Risha’s eyes opened and she swallowed. The engineer slash exiled noble slash criminal mastermind usually acted so much wiser and more knowledgeable than her years would suggest, but right now, the look in her lovely brown eyes was younger and vulnerable than Bas had ever seen her.

“I could go for something.” She whispered, leaning in towards Bas’riish.

Their lips met. Soft. Inviting. Comforting.

Hands soon followed. And then much more.

Regardless of what else happened, the two women were going to work through their tension.

#swtor fanfiction #swtorpadawan writes #tension #oc: bas'riish #risha drayen #thelesbianlegacy-swtor #port nowhere #swtor

[squirrelno2]

Assuming that you play Swtor... Who are your main 8 Ocs and what's your favorite class/romance?

muahahaha so you have in fact met at least one of them via my sideblog, @relevant-url-incoming, because you asked about Kit there, but I always welcome the chance to ramble/infodump/annoy the shit out of people who are following me for not-even-star-wars-adjacent things SO:

(disclaimer: this may get spoilery. it's all very out of context spoilers, but if anyone reading this cares about swtor spoilers. be warned.)

Ven is a name some people following me here will remember, specifically as a four year old Nautolan who adopts Dogma, the clone. She also, in the grand scheme of my silly little swtor nonsense, is a time traveller who grows up to fuck shit up in the distant past. As one does. She's my trooper and my Alliance Commander and my precious baby girl mary sue beloved. She's also committed a few war crimes in her youth but what is a war crime to the star wars galaxy anyway? nobody knows. it's fine.

Nalyan is her brother, newly introduced in the same fic series i allude to above, and my smuggler. He is... grumpy. and an asshole. and also overall much more likely to save an enemy than most of my ocs, but that always surprises people due to the grumpiness. I ship him very hard with Corso and Risha who I do not ship with each other, which makes for a delightful dynamic in my head. sometimes besties just have sex with the same man it's whatever.

Kitiver is my Jedi Knight whose anxiety made him fall big-time, and he is full of self-loathing and self-doubt. He's overall kind of neutral in how the game sets up morality but when I write him it's the inwardly directed anger and the way that splashes out onto others that keeps him dark, even though all he wants is to be a good person. He doesn't really believe he's capable of that, anymore. oops.

Kaojacol is my Consular who went from a kind of coldhearted closed off person to the biggest softie who just wants to be a good friend and wife and mom. She's... a good friend? to be fair to her the wife and mom thing kind of got out of control with the whole zakuul thing. Sorry Felix and also the kid I made up for them.

Exchei is my Sith Inquisitor and she's so nice, for someone who'll shock you with Force lightning if you piss her off. Her backstory is always kind of fresh in her mind, and she really really wants to reform the Empire and stop slavery. also if you give her something nice and expensive and don't betray her she'll love you forever, which is how Andronikos sold her on the whole romance thing when she still wasn't sure if she could trust him.

Ri'gastio is a fucking asshole and also my bounty hunter. He's just. He's the guy who does every mean thing and kills everyone he can kill and makes everyone pay for everything he does for them because he figures if the world screwed him over there's no point in him being nice. He might as well do the same. I want to smack him so badly.

Tavansa is my Sith Warrior, she is my pathetic wet cat lesbian who just wants Vette to love her in spite of her many murderous tendencies and the fact that she's kind of unbearable to be around. A real attack dog kind of person, if an attack dog was also always calculating how people might perceive her behaviour so she can make sure the people (Vette) she cares about see her in the best light possible.

Sarrant is my Agent and he's... very hard to explain honestly? Like he starts out super loyal and that gets burned to hell and back, and he falls for fucking Kaliyo of all people even though he likes to let people live and help them out and generally enjoys being nice, and he also will just cut a bitch for looking at him wrong - man has issues. He's made lighter choices than his sister Tavansa but he is equally fucked.

As for my favourite class and romance uhhhh... story-wise it probably is Jedi Knight because that shit is juicy, though i think in terms of juiciness Agent is also up there. But if we're talking straight-up soft spots I really like the trooper storyline. I like that I got to force Ven to solve the trolley problem like twenty times. That was great. She names her kid after Jaxo, that's how bad that hurt her.

I also really like romancing Jorgan, possibly also because of Ven, but especially for Timothy Omundson's little voice crack when you reunite with him. Like damn. how can i resist that. I haven't romanced Elara in-game yet but the version of her that lives in my head and is married to Ven and Jorgan is great. kind of terrified to find out if the actual romance lives up to that but I adore her so if it doesn't I shall simply rewrite it.

#I refuse to put this under a cut you shall all see my infodump and SUFFER #but yeah this and more is all on that sideblog I think except maybe my favourites #but thank youuuuuu i cannot express the giddiness i feel upon recieving such questions. my little fucked up children #anyway sideblogs are fun it's like i accidentally have two identities. or five really. shh #swtor #Ven (oc) #Nalyan (oc) #not gonna tag all of them because they live elsewhere but i do have ven and nalyan stuff on this blog so. tag! #still don't have an ask tag

[voidendron]

OC Tag Game

tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad - thank you, Raven! 💚💜

tagging @teetertottertales and whoever else wants to do this! (bc most of who I'd have tagged are tagged already haha)

I'll be sticking to SWTOR characters for this, just for consistency

Favorite OC: Rediaex'aere'zortiea

This was a difficult one, but I think I've got to go with Xaerez. I've really enjoyed developing him over the last few years, and I always enjoy writing fics for him, answering asks, or just doing Certified Oliver Ramblings about him. The way duty contradicts morals for them (A Lot) makes them a lot of fun; I always enjoy thinking "ok, this is what he Wants to do, but this is what he's Going to do" when it comes to the various situations I shove them into whether they Want those situations or not.

Newest OC: Fower Vek

I believe it's Fower ("Flower"), from the Rediscovery Era crew! Like Farsc, she's a professor - they worked together at a university on Coruscant, so that's how Farsc ended up going to her to get her on the crew and in on a little grand theft auto to steal the Star Hopper from a museum oops. She's an astronomer and cartographer, so makes sure the crew doesn't get lost while they search for where the Alliance disappeared to all those thousands of years ago. I like to think she's an ancestor to Lina and Varrich.

Oldest OC: Synnda V'ehsz

I have many OCs much older than Synnda, but in keeping it to SWTOR, he was my very first. ...Probably not surprising, considering my legacy name haha - although he was named after my legacy, instead of the other way around. I did (and still kinda do) self-project a lot onto him, but I've developed him a lot over the years and he's very dear to me. I've got a Synnda clone on just about every server if that says anything - including 2 versions of him on Star Forge alone.

Meanest OC: Ehna'dissen

Ehna, hands down. (Commander!Varrich comes in close, however) She's an interrogator, and enjoys holding power over others. It's because of her that Xaerez's Castellan restraints get re-triggered. Because of her Synnda eventually loses his life. Because of her that the Cadera siblings nearly tear each other apart as she watched on. She's absolutely horrible, she knows she's horrible, and she thinks it's all just a fun game that she's winning.

Softest OC: Parrakh Djal

He just wants to be a healer, help others when he can. His life had an unfortunate start, but he finds his place as one of Synnda's students.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Anaehr Cadera

The youngest of Terrin and Torian's kids, Anaehr was already distant from his older siblings who were less than a year apart. He distances himself from his family as he grows jealous and angry of his siblings' success, makes terrible mistakes for it, but stands his ground and refuses to feel guilt for the actions that make him Dar'manda. He doesn't let anyone get close to him; his anger becomes numbness, and he becomes a cold and hateful man.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Jen Sept

My Voidhound. Need I say more? ajksl;djaskld Jen is. A lot. He can walk into a trap, know he's walking into a trap, and continue to walk in with zero plan anyway. It's....a good thing he has Risha and Kitty to steer him in the right direction, or this cat man probably would have gotten himself killed a long time ago.

Smartest OC: Kitty

While Synnda and Qizulth are both extremely intelligent, their knowledge is a lot more limited to their interests. Kitty? He learned to survive during over a decade on the run after sneaking out of the academy on Korriban. Medicine, cultures, languages, mechanics, history--chances are if you ask him something, he can at the very least point you in the direction of getting the right answer even if he doesn't know it himself. Good thing, too: Marrying the Voidhound means someone needs to have the braincell or they're doomed.

Horniest OC: Jen Sept

Jen again! He kinda just. Slept his way through the galaxy until he met Kitty. And now that they're together, Jen likes to experiment in bed, and sometimes they'll bring in a third for the night, too. With Jen having so much power in the underworld, it works Mighty Well for getting other bosses to cooperate with him.

OC You'd Bang: Aaz'n Tarnak or Lina Tophrik

I like strong women OKAY don't look at me

OC You'd be Friends With IRL: Kidak Hess

He's just a very gentle person, and the thing about him is he Knows How To Be Friends With Introverts Without Being Overwhelming. He's totally chill to just be in someone's company without needing to be Doing Things. He's happy to talk about his own interests for hours, but at the same time he'd be happy to listen to someone else ramble about theirs while he he just soaked up everything they said. He'd just be really nice company, and the exact type of person I'd love to hang out with.

#swtor #oc tag game #voids ocs #oc: rediaex'aere'zortiea #oc: flower vek #oc: synnda v'ehsz #oc: ehna'dissen #oc: parrakh djal #oc: anaehr cadera #oc: jen sept #oc: k'hedif #oc: aaz'n tarnak #oc: lina tophrik #oc: kidak hess #v'ehsz rediscovery era #long post

[tiredassmage]

90%. Your character's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. What do they do?

[battery percentage oc asks!]

I read this first as "you're with your character when the car breaks down" which is amusing, lol, so there might be a bit of flavor to this one.

Rhyst, Leo, and Tyr are the most likely to be able to diagnose issues with some accuracy on their own. They all have some measure of skill that would probably allow them to handle mild issues on their own, and Leo has the stubbornness to try everything under the big blue sky to do it himself over having to call a tow company.

Rhyst is most likely to try to get some idea of the issue first before calling for help if it isn't a roadside fix. Tyr, too, might attempt basic repair efforts, but would ultimately cede if something is above his skill or capabilities - or at least try to flag down somebody on the side of the road to run into town and grab him something from the auto store or gas station.

Leo, as stated, would loathe the idea of needing help, so if he's calling anyone for a ride or to get him and the vehicle somewhere else, he's calling Dash (@commander-krios). xD If he has to sleep in that thing to avoid having to deal with other people knowing about his problems, he can and he probably will. If Dash wasn't so persistent about making sure he's taken care of, Leo is probably most likely to have gone through a period in life where he lived out of his car, tbh. Risha at least holds up her promise to make him filthy rich in a way he never would've imagined.

Len possibly has some basic maintenance knowledge under his belt, but also everything he owns has been worked on so long and also he probably runs it until it refuses to function any further. Len would see a dashboard light come on for like tire pressure or something and tell it it's being dramatic and it can just wait a little bit longer. He's not as good at vehicle maintenance as gun maintenance, okay? Anyway, he's not opposed to hitchhiking back to the nearest settlement. Oltiyo would also probably hitchhike. If she finds someone cool enough, she'd probably just roam the highways with them, tbh.

I think that's some of the most interesting of the lot, lol.

#answered #ch: rhystyl #ch: leo ashold #ch: tyr #ch: lensan #ch: oltiyo

[stratataisen]

WIP Zaberial

This is something that I had started before writing anything for Aketho. I cleaned up a few things for it, so hopefully, it doesn't read like a mess, lol I'll probably be writing more for Zabe in the future, but they'll be more one-shots than a series. --------------------------------------------------

Zaberial sighed softly as he hunched over his desk, working through the ship’s current supplies and budget. He’d love to punch whoever told him there’d be no paperwork as a smuggler, apparently they didn’t have other mouths to feed on their ship. With the addition of Guss to his crew of misfits, they were in need of more of everything and then some. The Mirialan groaned and leaned back in his chair, running a hand down his face—maybe he could get Akaavi to smack him over the head a few times so he could forget how to do math and then ask someone else to do the budget…

When the door to his quarters opened, he almost jumped for joy. Finally! A distraction from the numbers!

“Captain, there’s a call on the holo for you,” Risha said as she entered the room.

“Oh yeah? Did they happen to say who they were?” Zaberial asked, picking up his coffee to take a sip.

“He said his name was Leland.”

Zaberial choked on his drink.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” he managed to get out between fits of coughs, looking back at her with wide lavender eyes.

Risha looked highly amused as she crossed her arms, hips canting to the left. “I’m not. I’d ask why you look so shocked, but considering the man has your face I’m going to take a wild guess that he's your sibling.”

“Yeah,” the captain replied, making a face. “He’s my twin brother…and I’m pretty sure I know why he’s calling…how pissed off did he sound?”

“On a scale of one to ten? I’d give it an eight,” she replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck me,” Zaberial groaned, running a hand down his face again.

“I can’t help you there. We’ve long since established we are better friends than lovers,” Risha teased, smirking as the captain got up.

“Har har,” he grumbled, walking past her towards the common area. He put on his best smile as he stepped up to the holoterminal. “Lee, big bro, what an unexpected surprise! How have you been?”

“Don’t even with me right now, Zabe,” growled an older Mirialan, the deep baritone of his voice echoing around the commons. “Why in the hell do you have a hundred million credit bounty on your head? By Rogun the fucking Butcher of all people!”

“And here I thought it was from Rogun the Cuddler of Kittens, thanks for clearing that up,” Zaberial quipped. He winced when his brother crossed his arms and glared at him further. “Look, I can explain,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Believe it or not it wasn't my fault…for once.”

“Oh, this oughta be rich,” Leland said, gesturing with his hand for the younger man to continue, “Let’s hear it.”

“Right. So, I had this gun run to Ord Mantell….” the smuggler started, detailing his failed delivery to Vidu and how his ship was stolen by the slimebag Skavak. He followed it up with the other wild deliveries he made for Risha before concluding with meeting Nok Drayen and finding the old gangster’s lost treasure. By the time he finished his brother was rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“That’s pretty much it in regards to Rogun,” Zaberial said, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for his brother to respond.

“I can’t believe you lost Pop’s ship,” was the first thing out of Leland's mouth.

Behind him he could hear Risha snicker while he saw Corso try to hold in laughter. Zaberial glared at them both before turning back to his brother.

“Ok, one, it’s my ship—I bought it off of Mom and Pop when they retired. In full, I might add,” he growled, “Two, I didn’t lose the ship, it was stolen. And not only did I get it back, I made that thieving scum sucker pay, thank you very much. And three, that is what you took away from that whole story? Really!?”

His brother just smirked and shrugged.

“You ass. If I did that to you when you told me about winning the Great Hunt you’d have thrown a hissy fit,” the captain scoffed.

“No, I wouldn’t have.”

Zaberial couldn’t help but smirk at the offended tone in his brother’s voice. “Uh huh, sure. That pout says otherwise.”

“I am not pouting,” Leland argued.

“Tell that to your lower lip,” Zaberial snickered.

“You’re seeing things,” his brother growled, waving the captain’s comment away.

“Uh huh, right, sure,” he said before raising his voice so the young slicer he knew was there could hear him. “Hey Mako, I’m not seeing things, right? Leland’s pouting?”

“He’s pouting,” she confirmed from off holo.

“Mako!”

“Ha! You’re the best!” the captain cackled before addressing Leland again, “Please tell me Mom and Pop have adopted her already.”

“They’re working on it,” Leland said in all seriousness, “They’re still trying to convince her to let them.”

“She should!” Zaberial said in encouragement.

“I still don’t see why they would want to,” Mako said as she stepped into frame. “I’m no one special.”

“You kidding!? You’re a gem, Mako,” the captain said with a wide grin. “Besides, I always wanted a little sister I could team up with against Leland.”

The bounty hunter sighed and shook his head, “And suddenly I’m starting to have second thoughts about this—one younger sibling is bad enough.”

“It’s not like that would stop us from teaming up on you,” the slicer pointed out.

“True, it would just be official,” Zaberial tacked on, snickering when the older man had a very ‘done with it all’ look on his face. 

#strata wip #swtor #swtor fanfiction #swtor smuggler #bounty hunter #zaberial #leland

[captainderyn]

OC Tag Game

Ehehehe thank you for the tag @tiredassmage <3

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Favorite OC:

Oh man...oh how can you ask me to choose my favorite? In all honesty it kind of rotates depending on what game I'm fixated on that most that day/week/month lol. The usual havers-of-my-fixation are Five, Ryn, and Raenor & Wulfwryn (they come as a pair, fight me).

(But, just between you and me goers-of-tumblr, Five and Raenor are pretty tied :P)

Newest OC: I'm not going to count my Ryder from ME:A because I haven't introduced her here yet, so I'd say Roslynd. I wanted to create her in theory for awhile but then I got bit by the agent bug thanks to @tiredassmage and finally actually created her!

Oldest OC (length of time you've had them): As far as some form of their existence in the source material, probably Wulfwryn. I created her waaay back in...oh man...2011/12 when my Lord of the Rings hyperfixation was really sparked. Though I was an early middle schooler at that point, so naturally Wulfwryn was a thirtheenth walker insert and also far less developed and nuanced its a good thing I didn't post in the internet

However, in any iteration, probably Emeldir and Wren. They've been two of my longest standing OC concepts that have kind of bounced from universe to universe from old RP forums, to LOTR, to SWTOR. Though they're very, very different now. Emeldir used to be a wolf shape-shifter and Wren used to be far less of a WLW boss ass bitch.

Emeldir is my oldest SWTOR OC though, he was my first character way back in 20...uh...2015/16 when I first picked the game up.

Meanest OC: See, I'm really bad at making mean characters so I'm not sure xD Wren is probably the one who gives the least fucks and is more likely to put you in your place. She is a Dark Counselor after all, she's got to have an edge to her to succeed.

Softest OC: Raenor my bby boy (affectionate, that's a whole ass 500+ year old elven man). He is absolutely my softest OC who gets dragged into The Plot. He just wants to love Wulfwryn and create his music but instead Things Keep Happening.

Most Aloof/Standoffish: *trying to card through all my OCs, I have too many, especially Dragon Age ones I haven't talked about in awhile). I would say Five, only because that's how he is with basically everyone except Roslynd, Era, and his junior agents in the Cipher Division.

Dumbest (affectionate): This one probably goes to Ien, but I haven't talked about Ien in awhile he's fallen off the radar :') my idiot freckled blueberry smuggler. He's dumb as rocks (by choice).

For OCs I talk about regularly(ish) that has to go to Emeldir. He very book smart, but very young and naive at the start of the class story and very much NOT what you expect from a smuggler's personality and so many times Risha has to keep him from getting scammed because "NO they aren't being nice, they will take your money, no they don't actually need your help."

Smartest OC: Five and/or Ryn no contest. Five is smart as a whip, he needs to be and he's very logic-minded.

Horniest OC: *sigh* V. This woman cannot stop being horny for Judy even when we have plot to do. She's singularly minded, that one.

Ryn is also surprisingly horny but neither she nor I understand why she's attracted to turians, if she's actually attracted to turians at all, or if Garrus just Got Her With That Voice And Personality and the rest just kind of happens. So let me correct myself, she's *VERY* horny for Garrus, I just rarely write it because I don't understand physically why.

OC You'd Bang: *bisexual panic* Ha..ahaha...quite a few of them. Let's see, Five I accidentally projected My Type Of Man onto so definitely him. And also Ryn...very much Ryn, I mean *c'mon* yes Shepard hold me in your buff arms.

OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL: Probably Emeldir ngl, he's so nice and chill and really just a quiet guy and by proxy that means I get a token extrovert friend in Rielay. I would love to be friends with Era but I definitely feel like she'd be way cooler than I am IRL.

Tagging... @storyknitter @queen-scribbles and @greyias if you'd like to join!

#captainderyn memes #me with my many ocs but only a small handful that ever come out of the toybox

[chaoticspacefam]

What happens with Beryl Thorne!

(I do not have any screenshots for this one so sorry it's just a text wall) skjahskjgs

From the [SWTOR NPC Headcanon Asks List]

Thank you for the ask, as always! <3

I still haven't 100% figured out where to slot in Risha so this stuff may be subject to adapt/change as and when I figure that out. (actually...a LOT of the smuggler crew/NPCs are kind of just stuck in the Limbo Void rn because I'm really not sure how Mer and Ziri would've met them or anything XD) BUT I have always liked Beryl Thorne and I can definitely say with confidence that Merak would have a thing for her :'3 Nothing serious because Mer isn't a man to be tied down by any sense (except for one (1) woman in the Zephyrverse AU) so its a very casual "I like you, you're fun" sort of arrangement.

I'd like to think a lot of Merak and Ziri's smuggling contracts were outsourced or provided by Beryl, and she probably ends up coming with Mer to the Alliance when its formed and working alongside them as part of Hylo's privateering team and so on.

Mer and Ziri's "ship droid" is actually an EXTREMELY OLD KM1 mining droid (I love KM1s with all my heart I had to give my smugglers one, sorrynotsorry) named Clank. And even though they're tech whizzes in their own right I'm sure there's been times where old Clank has gotten so borked Mer's had to run to Beryl for help because even Ziri couldn't fit it - plus without Aria around, he needed someone to help him source the "older" parts that would be compatible with Clank's circuits. Thanks Beryl!

Sorry hers is a bit short, she's one of the few I haven't gotten to thinking on in any sort of detail! 😅

#Q&A with the fam #ask me about swtor NPCs ask game #beryl thorne #swtor smuggler #thank you for asking!! #swtorpadawan #the smuggler story/NPCs has definitely been the hardest of the lot to try and fit into subterfugeverse canon i'll admit #i *do* like quite a few of them (like beryl here) tho so i defo wanna try #this ask gave me a good start there so thank ya XD #subterfugeverse

[mxdragonica]

I've got a character rattling around my head at rapid speeds, so I'mma talk about 'em. Heroforges will be at the end.

Introducing: Risha, the Hadozee warlock of an Efreet. This flying monkey is a pyromanic gambler who got her deal because her patron liked the cut of her jib. Risha was a wizard's apprentice, in theory anyway. The wizard wasn't interested in actually teaching anyone anything, so used Risha as a glorified errand girl, and thus, quickly got a high score on her shit list.

Cut to sometime later, the wizard has sealed a Noble Efreet in an iron bottle. Whatever plans he had for this powerful extra-planar being are about as important to this story as they are fruitful, which is to say, not. Risha, once her 'mentor' had left the tower to get off his ass and do something himself, slips into his lab, and promptly pops the cork. Having been told very much not to, she figured there'd be something in there to help her get some revenge.

So, the Efreet comes out, and before he can actually get into any kind of spiel or theatrics, Risha asks this:

"What do I need to do to get you to melt this tower into slag?"

Now, this understandable takes the wind outta the sails of any tirade this guy would've gone on, and instead he strikes a deal. Not every day a scorned apprentice releases a powerful elemental of fire and dubious morals to destroy their captor's house after all.

So, Risha gets to collect a few things, including the iron bottle the Efreet was sealed in, now with brass filigree added on as it will be her spell focus, and the material symbol of their deal. Then, once outside, the Efreet melts the stone tower to magmatic sludge, and arms his new monkey friend with pyrotechnic spells.

Now, as well as being a fire mage that is often watched as entertainment by her patron (he just kinda wants to see what she's gonna do), Risha is, as I mentioned, a gambler.

She loves shiny things, and money. She's proficient with dice, and even has a loaded set. However much she's able to bend the rules in her favor though, there is another who does it just as well. And unlike the Efreet this character actually has a name.

Introducing: Mayja, Queen of Bones. She's a Loxodon, and has had a reputation in among gamblers and gambling houses alike for likely a good couple of decades longer than Risha has been at it, earning herself a title befitting of someone that is rumored to have seduced some god of dice, luck, or both.

Mayja and Risha have had an ongoing rivalry for about as long as they've known each other, potentially as long as they've known of each other.

I haven't got to use her in a campaign yet, and the ones I'm currently in she either wouldn't fit in setting wise, or probably wouldn't work with the party. Well, actually she could maybe fit into the Knights of the Road game, but it just wouldn't be the same, I don't think. She was made for 5e D&D after-all and Knights of the Road doesn't give you access to magic, iirc.

Honestly, after typing all this, I think i might work on Risha's patron a bit more, or at least give him a name.

Anyway, as promised, everyone's heroforges. I just kinda wish that HF had better monkey options, since they've even partnered with Fools Gold, and one of the player characters is an awakened monkey wild mage. Risha's wings aren't accurate either, since the options for flying squirrels are even more sparse.

I'm also most happy with Mayja's expression of all the character's I've made in HF, just because I was pretty much only needing to worry about the eyes, without the mouth making things weird, or needing to be accounted for.

Risha

The Efreet

And Mayja

#Train Of Thought

[vespertine-legacy]

Zuvi vs technology, an ongoing saga

#swtor oc zuvi #swtor smuggler #this idiot has level 700 slicing #never once has she just tried... i dunno... pressing a button #she always just shoots or smacks it #usually gets electrocuted #swears a lot #then probably asks risha for help #I'm pretty sure similar things happened on ord #and coruscant #where else did she try to just brute force her way past tech with less-than-stellar results?

[sullustangin]

Fictober Prompt #17: “I’m With You, You Know That.”/Flufftober Prompt #17: Domestic Fluff

Fandom: SWTOR

Rating: PG

Pairing: Theron/Smuggler

A/N:  Strangely, I think this does count as doing domestic on Odessen.  Minor content warning for mentioning a character’s a late-stage pregnancy (all is well).  And holy namedrops, Batman.

3624 BBY/29 ATC

“All right.  Don’t panic.”  Eva watched the team’s vital signs race across the computer screen.  The set-up was a little more elaborate than what Theron had had during the Star Fortress days, but she was equally as helpless as he had been.  “I’m with you, you know that.”

Eva finally understood why Theron’s blood pressure shot through the roof whenever he watched her telemetry. 

That said, her crew was in good spirits.  “Been in worse scrapes.  Remember when Ramesses had to swoop in and save me from Vaylin?” Vette offered up cheerily.

“I’d rather not repeat that, especially since Risha’s now here to kill me if anything happens to you,” Eva replied.  “How’s tricks on your end, Jakarro?”

“I’ve lost an arm before.  This isn’t too bad,” he remarked.

“D4?” she asked, hoping for a slightly more ... blunt... response.

“I’m not worried about my own imminent destruction, if that helps,” he replied glibly.  “Oh, here we go.”

Based on the telemetry feeding back through the system in synchronization with the 4-D scenario map, Jakarro had just popped through the floor and decapitated some poor Sithy bastard.  “Quickly, set the charges, Ce’na,” he barked to Vette.

“And make sure you get the hell back when she does. I don’t think we can fragment D4 any further.”  Eva took a few steps back from the screen and stopped watching their telemetry.  The crew could do it.  Didn’t matter whether she was watching.  She just had to -- “Ok, you got an interception crew coming from the port side of the ship.  Head aft, then hard starboard.  I got a slice running on the doors now.” 

Within ten minutes, the mission was over.  Jakarro, D4, and Vette were on a shuttle, piloted by Koth, who was bitching about “you said you were only gonna be 5 minutes 15 minutes ago!”  In short, it was a success. 

Eva switched on the intergalactic radio and moved around the op room in time, humming along to the music.  “Cap, pipe that through here.  Koth doesn’t want to turn on the  tunes.”

“More like Andronikos put his fist through it when he was trying to talk Blizz out of taking an extra 10 minutes to scrap one of the droids last mission.”

“Did he?” Eva asked.

“Blizz got it down to 5, but the radio in this shuttle is busted.” 

Eva gave a short laugh and then sent her music through the tinny voice transceiver in the mission shuttle. 

She was in the midst of doing the after action report, still sashaying around the room in rhythm, when someone plucked her transceiver out of her ear.  “Oh, hi.”

Theron stood there, looking very amused. 

“I know, I look ridiculous.  Like a shaved Geelan.”  Eva rolled her eyes and turned away to submit the report on the computer.

“I was thinking beautiful as usual... and that’s not why I’m having a laugh.”

Eva raised an eyebrow.  “Ok, try me.”

“I’m here to tell you stop working,” Theron said, a chuckle sneaking out even as he said it. 

Eva almost doubled over from the laughter.  Theron, telling anyone --   “Have I really been that bad?” she asked as she looked up at him.

“Since you got grounded, you’ve been ... particularly fastidious about the paperwork.  As if you’re worried that we’re going to shove you into retirement unless you keep up that manic pace.” 

That sobered her.  “I--- I’m not going to be like this forever, Theron.  I’ll be back --”

“-- Whenever the medical staff clears you.  Probably three to six months after delivery, if everything goes well.”  Theron directed a pointed glance down at her distended midsection.  “And nobody thinks it would be unacceptable for you to take maternity leave the month before your due date.  So ... call it a night.  I’ll finish things up in the morning.”

Eva’s eyes looked over at the monitor on the far side of the room.  It had started as a joke.  She and Bowdaar had rigged the computer to track Theron’s vitals to see how bad he got when putting up with their bullshit.  Now, it tracked hers, Risha’s, Mako’s -- everyone who ran the ops from the control center on Odessen.  ...And she knew how precarious her situation was, especially post-carbonite...

Theron didn’t have the Force, but he was good at observing her.  “Hey.”  He turned her head, then slid his arm behind her.  With his hand to the small of her back, he gently started to nudge her toward the door.  “Just like you said to Vette...just like I said to you:  I’m with you.  You know that.  In fact, it’d be nice to spend some time off-duty with you.”

As they crossed the threshold of the mission control center and into the off-duty, now-dim hallways of Odessen’s base, the wife asked her husband, “Is that your way of saying that you’re taking paternity leave?”

“Yes, it is.”

#fictober21 #flufftober2021 #swtor #theron shan #oc: eva corolastor #swtor fan fiction #vette #jakarro #c2-d4 #koth vortena #theron shan x smuggler

[shabre-legacy]

Fluffy prompts one-shot

@jbnonsense, I’m so sorry this one took so long, I wrote most of it, then lost the notebook. But it’s finally done. I hope you like it. As requested Fluffy prompts #2 “Are you jealous?” “No…maybe.” for Leikael and Corso

     Leikael sighed as she entered the cantina. Usually she loved places like this, but usually they were a bit more beat-up and smoke-filled, with Sabbac tables and occasional gunfire and plenty of shady deals. Places like this where fancy cocktails were served in fancy glasses, suits and dresses were a must and no weapons were allowed; these types of places were strange to her. She could barely tell Bowdarr was still a step behind her due to the crowd around the lower bar. The long skirt swished around her ankles as she made her way across the floor to the more exclusive, less crowded and unfortunately even fancier part of the cantina where live music was playing and the night’s job was taking place. 

     Bowdarr stayed right behind her as they made their way over to the bar and ordered a round of drinks; playing his role as her bodyguard perfectly. They both knew she didn’t actually need one. The thigh holster and the vibroblade along her back made sure of that, but tonight they had to maintain their covers. Hers was a wealthy socialite, living off daddy’s money, therefore she’d obviously have a bodyguard for a night out in lower Coruscant.   

     She took a sip of her cocktail, too sweet, too weak, too fancy for her tastes; and scanned the room for her crew.  Akaavi was right where she expected her to be, sitting at a table off to the side, nursing a drink of something dark (and strong if Leikael knew her tastes.) The unmistakable gleam of her Mandalorian armor keeping the area immediately around her clear.

     Risha was out on the dance floor nearby, twirling around in her soft, shimmery silvery gown. She looked far more at ease in a dress then Leikael felt. Akaavi caught her eye, tipping her glass slightly in Kael’s direction before returning her gaze to Risha. A silent signal that she was still in her role and was keeping an eye on her. They both watched the other woman twirl around with her partner, stepping smoothly in her 4 inch heels. Honestly, Leikael wasn’t sure how she did it. Risha was a spacer, a freighter bum, a ship rat, just like her. They both preferred blasters on their belts, sturdy boots on their feet and engine grease on their hands to this fancy shit. Risha understood how it worked though, and usually made sure they looked right for these sorts of jobs, and she somehow managed to move smoothly and handle the dress and the makeup and make it all look effortless; while Leikael ended up looking more like a bumbling Bantha.

     She quickly scanned the rest of the upper level for the last member of her crew. Corso was also following their plan and was right where he was supposed to be; in the middle of the dance floor. Tonight’s target, the pretty blonde currently twirling around and giggling in his arms. 

     It had taken a lot of effort to persuade Corso to be the frontman on this one. They’d had a buyer lined up for some valuable and expensive merchandise. The kind that wasn’t illegal, but was highly taxed, a pain to get legally and the Exchange wanted a monopoly on the black market. Unfortunately, the pressure from the Exchange and Black Sun had sent the seller underground and the only one who knew where was his daughter; the girl Corso was dancing with. 

     Corso had been reluctant to be the face of a con that required seducing the sellers daughter, so that she’d hand over the location she’d so far been unwilling to share. Even when both Kael and Risha explained that all he’d be doing is spending a few hours drinking and dancing with a pretty girl, he still didn’t like it. Felt wrong to mess with a lady’s heart like that, he’d said. Also he was courting Leikael, that was serious to him, didn’t matter that Kael knew and was ok with it, such behavior, for any reason, felt wrong. Akaavi seemed to agree with him. Risha had found that odd, but Kael wasn’t surprised. Mandalorians took things like courting and relationships real serious. Though a large part of that was probably due to their focus on raising kids. What had Cradu called it again? ‘The Mandalorian parent instinct?’ whatever it was, it was probably the most downright adorable thing about them. 

     It had taken half an hour of discussion, failed bribes and more than one promise from her that if he was really that uncomfortable with the plan, they’d try and find another way of finding their seller, before Corso agreed. Risha had immediately dragged him out to get suited up for his cover. 

      From what they could tell, their target liked rich, handsome and dumb men that she could manipulate. They could make Corso look rich, that was easy. He already looked so damn good that sometimes Kael just had to stare for a few minutes. And he could play dumb. He was smart, very smart and he learned quick, but he didn’t have much of a formal education. While he was ok with that, he knew how others sometimes looked at him. So he was often content to play the part of the dumb farmboy and let others underestimate him until he was ready to change that perception. And he could be so charming when he wanted to be. He could handle this job. 

      He could handle it, but Leikael suddenly wasn’t sure if she could. A strong desire to go out and grab their target by her hair and throw her across the room had jumped into her mind. 

      As she stood at the bar, false smile plastered on, sipping at yet another weak cocktail (she really needed to get something stronger), yet another one of the men wandering around the room made his way over and asked her to dance. 

      Even the effort to form a polite, in-character rejection felt irritating. She loved dancing, adored it. It had been the part of this job she’d been looking forward to most. She may have to wear a stupid dress with a useless skirt and pretend to be just another vapid waste of a socialite and wear these awful, awful heels and only one vibroblade and a single holdout blaster, but at least she’d get to dance. Now though, watching Corso just owning the dance floor with that insipid blonde viper, she wasn’t in any mood to dance. 

      ‘It’s just a job’, she muttered silently to herself, turning back to the bar and getting herself a shot of whiskey, needing something stronger with some bite. “It’s just a job, no need to be making it personal.’ The woman didn’t know Corso had someone else in his life. Siths hells, she didn’t even know his real name. As far as she was concerned, Corso was the son of some fancypants Kriffar merchant on Coruscant to strike some deals with some senators. She didn’t know who he really was. It was a role, a job, something she’d asked him to do, so there wasn’t a reason for her to be getting this upset. 

      But she still couldn’t help the stab in her heart as she watched him dance. She’d never had the chance to see him like this. Risha had told her he was good, but usually when they were at a cantina with room to dance, they were working, or it was a dangerous area, both scenarios meaning Corso was wearing that heavy armor he always worse, or they were exhausted, in which case they didn’t move from their table. She’d missed out. She simply watched as he confidently led the girl across the floor in a complex series of steps. His muscles flexed as he spun her around, his whole body moving in time with the music, hips swaying with the beat. He looked almost at home out there. She’d always admired, not only how strong he was, but how well he knew how to use his strength, usually in combat, but also just around the ship. 

       She wanted to slam him up against a wall, show him how much she liked the sight of his dancing, she wanted the target away from him, she… She wanted to be the one he was dancing with. To have him hold her, and spin her around, she wanted to be the one feeling all those hard-earned muscles flex under her hands as he dipped her or pulled her in close. She wanted all his attention focused on her. 

       As she silently watched as casually as she could, the song came to an end and the band started up with a faster one. Corso leaned down and said something to the girl before placing his hand on her back and walking together over to the bar. They stood there, drinks in hand, talking for a few minutes. Then she saw Corso lean over and say something as he signaled that he got what they needed. Akaavi pushed a button on her gauntlet and just as planned and programmed, the target pulled out her commpad and looked at it for a moment before leaning in to flirt with Corso for another moment. Leikael couldn’t stand watching another moment. She turned and ordered another drink. The job was done, she could now get drunk and forget the whole night. The bartender looked at her like she was crazy when she ordered a Starshine Surprise, but didn’t argue. They probably weren’t common here, but she needed the punch.  

      She didn’t see the woman walk out of the club, or Corso walk over to her. She didn’t notice until Corso leaned on the bar next to her and placed his hand on hers as she grabbed for her drink. 

       “I think that went well, got what we needed, and faster then planned too.” 

       She didn’t even look at him. “Yep.” 

       He squeezed her hand as she used the other to take a swig of her drink. “Is everything ok? You’re usually happy when a job goes right. Did something happen?” 

      She sighed, how like him to be concerned when she was in a mood. “Nope. Everything is just fine.”

      Kael stared at the cup in her hand, wondering if she could make it catch fire if she stared hard enough, until Corso gently reached over and turned her face to his. He studied her for a minute before he almost smiled. “Are you.. Are you actually jealous?” He asked just a hint of laughter in his tone. 

       “No. Of course not.” She snapped back as she yanked her head away and returned her stare to her cup. Corso just leaned on the bar more and watched her for a moment. Finally, she sighed and forced out a grumbled “Maybe” just loud enough for him to hear. That made Corso start laughing, that stupid grin across his face. It only lasted a moment, but it made the heat in her cheeks rise. Jealousy wasn’t a familiar emotion to her. She didn’t know why she’d gotten so jealous over Corso working a job, and she didn’t like it at all. And she also didn’t like the fact that Corso somehow found it funny. 

      The band had gotten through several more songs by this point, and were striking up another good dancing song as Corso’s laughter eased off and he looked at Kael for a moment before holding out a hand where she would see it. “Dance with me?”

      She glanced up, “what?” 

      “Dance with me. I know for a fact I haven’t had the chance to take you dancin’ yet, and we’re already here” He smiled that stupid grin with those soft eyes that always made her melt.

       She sighed, downed the rest of her drink and took his hand. He led her out to the floor and pulled her close to him, keeping the steps simple and sweet. After a few moments, he leaned down enough to speak almost directly in her ear, making sure she could hear him. “You know I’ve only got eyes for you, darlin’. Doesn’t matter what we gotta do for work. You’re the one I’m courting. Nobody else could ever get my attention. I’m yours, long as you’ll have me.” She looked at him and smiled softly, she understood, she finally got how he must feel every time she flirted with someone to make the job easier. They’d do what they needed to, but she had his heart, and he had hers. They were ok. 

      She stretched up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as the band changed songs again. This one was faster, heavier, a bit more sensuous. She only had a moment as Corso grinned down at her and pulled her even closer as they fell into the dance. The rest of the crew slipped out of the cantina, leaving the two of them out on the floor, sorting everything out and enjoying the rest of the night.

#swtor #prompts #my writing #my ocs #leikael/corso #jbnonsense #otp: starmates

[swtorpadawan]

World Building Wednesday: Zed Mompi

B A S I C S • Full name: Zed Mompi • Gender: Male • Sexuality: Bi • Pronouns: He / him

O T H E R S • Family: No one who acknowledges him. As for Zed, he'll just wink and say "Ask the guy I took my ship from." • Birthplace: Glee Anselm • Job: Honest merchant (smuggler) • Phobias: Caring too much about others. Zed believes this is what will get him killed. Some of his more despicable acts were taken specifically to reinforce his callous disposition. • Guilty pleasures: He's a constant philanderer. In his defense, he's never committed himself to anyone. (Until he met Risha.) Also, he's something of a BDSM freak.

M O R A L S • Morality alignment?: Chaotic Neutral / Dark Side. • Sins: lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath Really, if you've heard of it, he's probably tried it once. • Virtues: chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice And that was just that one time with that guy helping those orphans on Ord Mantell. Don't tell anyone about that, okay?

T H I S - O R - T H A T • Introverted/extrovert. He's naturally outgoing and charismatic, despite his dark sense of humor. • Organized/disorganized. To the surprise of most, Zed keeps his ship and personal living space in good order. He knows where all his little 'toys' are. • Close-minded/open-minded. He'll hear people out, but he may not agree. • Calm/anxious. Risha likes that he's cool under pressure. • Disagreeable/agreeable. As long as you can find a way to make it in his own interests, he'll usually go with it. • Cautious/reckless. Zed actually prepares well, but when he gets on a roll, he gets right in there. • Patient/impatient. To the surprise of many, he waits for the prime moment to pounce. • Outspoken/reserved. His mouth certainly gets him into trouble. That's what blasters are for. • Leader/follower. Who he would chose to follow is anyone's guess... probably Queen Risha. • Empathetic/unempathetic. Zed has shown compassion on occasion because he can relate to someone's situation. That doesn't mean he won't screw you over if he thinks you deserve it. • Optimistic/pessimistic. People are inherently selfish, and civilization is a farce. Best have fun while we can. • Traditional/modern. Risha was surprised he gets the door for her. • Hard-working/lazy. It can be a chore for Risha to get him out of bed. (Sometimes because she's in the bed with him.) But once she does, he's productive.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S • otp: Risha Drayen • ot3: Risha & Master Sumalee (Oh, like everyone doesn't have that fantasy.) • brotp: Bowdarr. Zed understands Bowdarr, and that Bowdarr won't betray him as long as Zed sticks by the wookie. So he does. • notp: Akaavi Sparr. He was tempted to hit on her. But... no. Akaavi deserves better.

Tagging - @actualanxiousswampwitch​ , @kifarielsilverleaf​ , @shabre-legacy​ , @taraum​ , @tauntaun-rider​ and @agricorpsaurek​

#world building wednesday #oc: zed mompi

[depizan]

May I give you two numbers? If yes, 16&17.

This got long...

16. “I never wanted anything else.”

The blue-white whorl of hyperspace was said to drive a person mad if they gazed into it for too long. Jezari knew plenty of people who’d gotten headaches from staring at it, or vertigo, but not anybody who’d gone mad. Most spacers didn’t bother to opaque the cockpit, not when the shifting light was kind of pretty and it was better not to have an extra step if anything went wrong.

But she wasn’t in the cockpit because she thought something might go wrong. She was in the cockpit because it was the most polite way she could think of to avoid her crew. If that was what they were.

Corso was a kid. He meant well. He was just…really inexperienced. With everything. And it seemed Ord Mantell was a pretty shitty place to grow up. He’d learn. And, if she were completely honest with herself, it was kind of nice to have somebody to watch her back. At least when he could be trusted to do that, and not cause new and different problems.

Risha… Risha was something else, altogether. So, she was a better person than she pretended to be. She’d proven that, at least. But that was the thing – as far as Jezari could tell, she was lying about pretty much everything. Probably including her search for Nok Drayen’s treasure.

The sensible part of her wanted to drop them on Nar Shaddaa or back on Coruscant. Corso could play hero to Risha, Risha could trade her skills and weird cargo to somebody else for a ship and pilot, and she could get back to her life. But she’d made a deal. And Risha had helped her rescue Corso.

She sighed. She’d give Risha’s mystery plans one planet. One.That was all she’d promised. If she didn’t have a better feeling about the whole thing after that, she’d drop them off.

“Hey, Captain.” Corso dropped into the co-pilot’s seat. He blinked for a moment at the still clear cockpit windows. “Is that safe?”

For a moment she was tempted to tell him it was only safe for pilots and melted anybody else’s brains. Instead, she said: “Yes. It might make you sick if you stare at it too long, though.”

“Oh.” He looked around at the cockpit instead.

“Did you need something?” Jezari had the sinking feeling that he was bored, and not used to entertaining himself on a ship. But she hadn’t really done much to make him at home. Just pointed out one of the empty cabins and said he could use it. Risha was probably redecorating hers.

“Um, no.”

“Look, you don’t need my permission to get yourself something to eat, or watch a holothriller, or whatever you like to do.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“No.” Yes, kind of, but it was pointless to tell him that. “I’m not used to having a crew. It’s been a while.”

“Oh.” Corso looked out at the ever-changing tunnel of light. “How’d you end up out here? Was there ever a time you wanted something more… normal?”

“Stop right there.” She held up a hand. “This is my life. I never wanted anything else. Maybe it’s not normal to you, but it is to me.”

“But what about a family, or- ”

“Oh, not this again!”

He shrank back. “I’m sorry, Captain. It’s just… I…”

She rubbed a hand over her face. “It’s not about me, is it. Look, Corso, if you want to go back to Ord Mantell, just ask. Or Coruscant. Or wherever. You don’t have to stay.”

“I’m not leaving you to face Skavak alone. ‘sides, he’s still got Torchy.”

“Right.” Jezari stood up. “You think about what you want to when that’s over. Darmus probably needs bodyguards, and it’d be steadier money. And there’s honest jobs out there. Don’t feel like you’re stuck with me.”

“It’s not like that.”

She shook her head. “The only thing I might be looking for is crew. And I’m not sure about that.”

17. “Give me a minute or an hour.”

“I’m in,” Mako said. “Give me a minute.” Her face fell. “Or an hour. This guy records everything.”

“Everything?” Savler repeated.

“Everything everything. I’m trying to figure out if it’s an implant or he has a holocam following him everywhere. But it’s everything.” She made a face. “The only time it’s not recording is when he’s asleep. Ugh. What kind of person uses an implant for that?”

Savler frowned. “Security measure? Have someone monitoring it and if the feed’s interrupted or it picks up anything risky, security swoops in?”

“Maybe. I hope they get payed a lot.”

Plan B, then. Slice his communication and- ”

“No, this is better. I think I can sneak in a program that’ll ping me if it picks up anything relevant.” She closed her eyes and sat up a little straighter, almost as if she were meditating. “Okay. His name, brother… was there a nickname in the file?”

Savler checked. “Yes.”

It took them a minute to brainstorm all the possibly relevant keywords for Mako’s program. When they were finished she relaxed and opened her eyes again. “Done.”

“Now we wait.”

#writing prompts #maaruin #Jezari Solarin #Aori Savler #Jezari having to deal with Corso #brightephemera #also asked for 16 #i write

[jarael]

Adira knocked on the door of her father’s office.  She threw an assuring smile at the nervous Aayes.  “It’ll be fine.  You’re a diplomat, right?  You’re more talented than I am at tough stuff.”

“I suppose.”  Aayes twirled the bracelets on her wrist.  “But imagine if you found out you had a 20 year old bastard you never knew about.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fine.”  Adira opened the door to Dinek’s office, leading Aayes by the hand.  “Dad!  You’re not gonna believe this!”  She presented her half-sister to him.  “Look!  There’s more of us!”

Dinek’s face slowly curved from minor annoyance to outright anger.  “What?  How?!  Who is this woman?”  He noticed the lightsaber clipped to Aayes’ belt.  “You brought a Sith onto my property?!”

“Dad, it’s okay.  She’s not batshit like most Sith.  I found her after doing some research into our family history.  And ya know, paying off a few folks to get to meet her without getting my head blasted off.”

Aayes smiled politely.  “Twenty years ago, you arrived on Corellia to help the Green Jedi with some housing and charity projects.  You met one and spent the night with her.  My biological mother was killed when I was an infant.  My adoptive mother found me, hence why I’m a Sith, and not a Jedi.”

“I do not care.  Adira, get this Sith off my property at once!”  Dinek’s tone began to rise.

The smuggler was shocked.  “Dad, for fuck’s sake!  I’m not asking you to suck the Emperor’s balls or kiss Moff’s asses!  We don’t have to do anything with the Empire!  But you should--”

“Acknowledge her as my own?  Do you not know how bad that would be for business?!  I will not have my hard work undone by a wretch like her!”

“You inherited the factories and all that from Grandpa.  Also, you’re the one that cheated on Mom.  But now I know why your business trips were so long when I was little.”  Adira scowled at her father.  “How can you treat her like this?”

“The only thing that matters is defending my brand.”  Dinek rose from his chair, opening a cabinet.  “Get her out of here, or I will take her out of the galaxy--permnanently.”

Aayes scowled at him.  “Truly, you are horrible.  You refuse to even to know me before trying to kill me.  I do not blame you for wishing ill on the Sith.  But I promise you: I am a heretic among my people.  I entered diplomacy to try to find more peaceful solutions to bring--”

“I don’t care.”  He aimed his blaster at her head.  “I know what needs to be done.”

“So do I,” added Adira.  She was faster than he was, and shot him twice in the chest.

Aayes was taken aback.  “What?  But...your father...”

The smuggler was crying.  “He never took me or Mom seriously.  He also wanted to kill you.”

“So your mother...?”

“Won’t be upset.  Probably.”  Adira wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeves.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t think he’d react that badly...”

“It’s...I’ll be fine.  At least I have a parent.”

“I’ll have to talk to Risha about getting his business in my name.  We also need to get you back home.  And I need a fucking drink.”

#swtor #fanfic #Smuggler #sith inquisitor #Adira Chudo #Aayes Chudo #Dinek Chudo #Kavi legacy

[sheyshen]

Fictober Day 30

Prompt: “Just say it.” Fandom: Swtor (Star Wars the old Republic) Rating: T Pairing: Smuggler/Arcann/Theron

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Kara closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. The day had been fairly slow, considering. Not many requests, the bare minimum of messages, and her brother had taken her sons out for a supply run with Torian.

Which meant that for the first time in weeks she had free time. Theron was in a meeting, working something out with Jonas and Arcann was working on something in the armory.

While it was frustrating feeling like she was being left out, she had to admit it was nice to just get some time to just relax. She started her afternoon with some meditation following it up with a hot bath. She removed her prosthetic immediately after, taking her time cleaning it and making sure things were still attached as they were supposed to be.

She didn't bother getting dressed, just pulling one of Arcann’s shirts on and then lounged on the couch, putting a holovid on to pass the time. She checked her messages while watching, finding it the same way she left it hours ago.

It was nice… but it was boring.

The vid itself was fine, but she was so used to watching it with either her husband or their boyfriend that just laying on the couch without them there felt empty. She pulled up a message to Theron, asking if he’d be done with his meeting anytime soon. He responded nearly immediately that it might be a while longer. A similar response came from Arcann as well.

She huffed in annoyance, feeling a bit slighted at that. She continued watching the vid for a little longer before shutting it off. She got up, pulled on some shorts, and left the room. She strode through the halls debating where she would go. Torian was still off-planet, Lana had gone off to do… something, she hadn’t specified. Koth was working on maintenance with Hylo…

Kara sighed, not a single one of her friends was free today but they all insisted she go and relax. She debated what to do before heading towards the cantina, if she was lucky maybe Corso and Risha were back from Port Nowhere. Unfortunately, she wasn’t so lucky, when she arrived the cantina was locked up for repairs, a small note full of cursing towards Tora, Kaliyo, and a handful of others for their party the night before taped on the door. She grumbled and headed back the way she came, she debated on heading back to her quarters to at least finish the vid. Instead, she turned and went to her landing pad, the grassy hill empty at the moment since Koro had borrowed her ship. She strode down the walkway and onto the grass, stretching her arms above her head before closing her eyes.

“There you are,” Theron called as he approached, a smile on his face. “I’m sorry the meeting took so long.” He kissed her as soon as he reached her. “Do anything fun while I was gone?”

She huffed a laugh, “Not really, though I will admit the bath was nice. How’s Jonas?”

“Good. Had some… updates.” He shrugged, “But that’s not important, come on.”

“Hmm? Where to?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Hopefully not the cantina, I guess it’s closed.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I saw that, Tora broke the jukebox and someone set the bar on fire.”

“Kaliyo.”

“Probably.” He grinned, “But, no, not the cantina.”

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Theron... C’mon just say it? You know I hate surprises.”

“It’s just one of the training rooms.”

She raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t try to pry more from him, instead trusting in whatever he had planned. They walked together through the base, at one point he had reached over to hold her hand, gripping it firmly and smiling at her. He was up to something.

Arriving at the training halls, he led her to one of the side rooms, inside was a small setup of tables and food. Koro was setting up a holovid, Caleb and Connor attempting to help Arcann with what looked to be some of the couches from the cantina. Torian squeezed past them, his step-daughter by his side each carrying a box packed with drinks and snacks.

“What’s this?” She asked, looking around.

“A day off. For all of us.” He glanced around. “There should be a few more getting here, but with how crazy everything has been I thought it’d be fun to surprise you with something of a small party. Just the family and friends and a few good vids.”

“And loads of snacks.” She finished, a smile on her face, “It’s a good idea. Thank you, love.”

He kissed her again before they joined the others, helping them finish setting up while they waited for the last to arrive.

#my writing #fictober20 #swtor #star wars #theron shan #oc: kara hawke

[captainderyn]

Getting them a small gift for Em & Risha, please!

Thank you for asking this! I know it's been a long, long time since it has been sent in, but I felt like coming back to some SWTOR stuff recently

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Coruscant hummed around Emeldir, a whirlwind of rushing cards, neon lights beaming on as evening fell, and pushing crowds of people. Everyone and their extended family rushed around the market sector, looking for this that and the other.

Emeldir found neither the this, the that, or anything like the other.

He hung beneath a storefront overhang, sipping a mocha caf and doing his best not to look too frustrated to the general public. Even if this was the umpteenth time he came up empty handed in the hunt for the perfect gift.

And it had to be perfect.

Anything less than perfect was not an option with Risha.

He mind still violently flung itself to the other side of his skull imagining the way she had without any hesitation curled her lip and shoved a poorly received gift he'd attempted to give her back into his arms.

That was three years ago now, far before their relationship had taken root.

Still, it had been a nice set of rifle upgrades.

He'd thought she'd wanted one, for all she'd groaned about not finding parts for ages.

She in fact, did not like the parts.

Emeldir knew nothing about rifles.

Really, at this point in time, achieving the perfect gift was less a matter of life and death and more the standard he set himself to for his beloved. They’d been through enough that the least he could do, in his mind, was find her the best gift of the year.

He finished his caf with intent, discarded the cup in the nearest bin, and dove back in.

There were necklaces claiming to be imbued with starlight or rocks from the seventh comet to ever pass Coruscant (that was probably a scam, besides, on Dubrillion Risha had vaults upon vaults of jewels to choose from).

Passing by an outside booth, a frazzled travel agent pressed a travel brochure into his hand. For only 250,000 credits he could get Risha an all inclusive Zeltronian spa, resort, and adventure vacation. She probably would love it, if not for the hyperlanes fraught with destruction and danger from the war.

Trying to get Risha to take a vacation from the work she’d fought so hard to reach on Dubrillion might get him killed. He wasn’t certain on that yet. It had been luck along that her schedule had cleared enough to come to Coruscant with him to spend a few days with his parents. And, more importantly, take a breather in the small apartment planet-side that Emeldir still kept for when Rielay was passing through or he came back on the odd mission.

He loved his parents, truly, but not enough to stay with them and deal with awkward questions about work.

Another hawker tried to sell him a luxury Corellian speeder for five-times the actual price. While not quite a scam, Rielay had informed him of the destruction of Corellia’s speeder plants, Risha had spent too long selling off all the excess speeders at the Dubrillion manor for him to bring one more back.

Emeldir grit his teeth and trudged on.

Finally he slipped back into their small apartment, arms laden with his found treasures. Thankfully Risha must still be out with his mother, meaning like the true saint she was, his mother had fielded his texted message about keeping Risha busy for another hour or so.

There was no tricking Risha, she had a keener nose for suspicious acts than a bloodhound on a scent, but it would buy him time.

He set about the kitchen, busying himself with the fancy spices he bought and chilling the Chandrilan wine he knew she loved. He even opened up the blinds on the large living room windows to let the evening light in.

By the time Risha did slip in through the door--his timing was impeccable, he might add--everything was readied to perfection. Perfection for the perfect woman in front of him, he couldn’t help but note as she stepped in.

“What’s this?” Risha paused at the entry way, toeing off her heels. She looked between the table, set for two with a pair of filled wine glasses, and back to Emeldir. Already a smile was sneaking in to quirk up the corner of her lips.

Nearly bouncing off the counter he leaned against, he bounded over to her.

“Well,” he slipped a hand under her chin, tilting her face up for a kiss, before gesturing towards his creation, “Our anniversary is coming up and with our down time here...I put something together.”

Risha tightened her hold him him by the arms she’d slung over his shoulders when he’d kissed her, as he tried to scamper away again. She smiled up at him, and stars above he melted for that smile, and pushed up onto her toes to kiss him again.

And he did melt into it, leaning down so she wouldn’t have to stand on her tippy toes and letting his hands slide around her waist.

“This looks--and smells--wonderful, our anniversary isn’t for another week.”

Emeldir rested his forehead against hers, “I know, but we’ll be back on Dubrillion then and it’s a recipe for being busy. I figured we’d have the nice dinner now and have the exhausted couch cuddles and moves then.”

She laughed, “That makes sense,” glancing over at the table with enough curiosity that he pulled them both over and handed her her glass of wine.

Swirling it, she lifted it to her lips to take a sip and her eyes lit up, “It’s my favorite!”

He sipped his own wine, pride spreading through him that his escapades through the Coruscanti market district had not been for not, “I have a gift to show you, but you’ll have to wait till after dinner.”

Interest snapped Risha’s eyes to his and she tried to hide it with another drink, “A gift?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, unable to keep his own grin away as her eyes began to dart around--searching, “But you have to wait.”

If there was one thing about Risha, she hated waiting unless it was on her own terms. Her searching intensified, “What if I find it first?”

“You won’t--”

“Empty your pockets.”

He blinked, “What? No!”

She smirked, setting down her glass. He did the same, already backing away.

“Emeldir,” she crooned, painted nails clicking as she made a “come here and gimme” gesture, “You have it on your person.”

He backed away another step, “I do not.”

He’d always been an awful liar. She knew it and he knew it. She narrowed her eyes, smirk widening.

She struck, and he forgot how small their apartment was compared to Dubrillion, or even compared to the layout of the Phoenix’s living space.

The back of his legs hit the couch and he flailed to sit down heavily. The little wrapped box tumbled from his pocket and Risha dove to catch it.

He seized her around the waist, tugging her onto his lap so he could attempt to snatch it back. They were both laughing, wheezing from the struggle.

Her nimble fingers activated the switch and her laughter faltered into a gasp as blue light bathed them. A beautifully rendered holo of the galaxy spawned from the half-unwrapped stand, smaller and more detailed than that used on any ship.

Stars winked in and out of existence and planets rotated around on their own axis and orbits. Moons hovered. The most well known hyper lanes buzzed with tiny ships.

And around it all, announced by little markers, a holo replica of the Phoenix traced their path through the galaxy.

Emeldir rested his chin on Risha’s head as she leaned back against him, speechless.

“It updates as we fly,” he murmured, lifting a finger to trace the path the mini Phoenix was trundling from Dubrillion to Coruscant before zipping back to Ord Mantell, “So our adventures are endless.”

Risha clasped her hand over Emeldir’s, whispering, “It’s perfect.”

#swtor #swtor fanfic #swtor smuggler #risha drayen #risha drayen/m!smuggler #m!smuggler/risha #smuggler/risha #i don't remember the tags #oc: Emeldir #otp: Questionably Legal #sorry this took like 20 million years ;--;