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swtor-lewau-legacy · 1 year

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((for those of you who have Jedi characters that worry about Satele finding out about their romantic relationship, namely female Consular/Felix & female Knight/Doc, she already knows, she just hasn’t said anything because she doesn’t wanna be seen as a hypocrite (although that’s not obvious until after they meet Theron for the first time, and also why she was so quick to allow female Consular and Felix to get married despite Master Kaedan’s objections). it’s male Consular/Nadia & male Knight/Kira that she’d be a little concerned about, cause, you know, Master/Padawan relationship and all that, plus Nadia just lost her dad and is emotionally vulnerable. what she needs is a big brother figure to look out for her and help her keep her emotions stabilized, not a boyfriend who doesn’t really know what he’s doing in the relationship anymore than she does.))

#swtor #star wars the old republic #jedi consular #jedi knight #felix iresso #archiban kimble #nadia grell #kira carsen #satele shan #theron shan

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abbee-normal · 10 months

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We're not gonna die. We can't die, Theron. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for the force to let us die

#oc: xoe silvertongue #swtor oc #swtor #jedi consular #chiss #theron shan #iokath my beloathed #and it's also #theron thursday #amazingly #unplanned but not unwelcomed

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corruptlight · 2 months

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Oh, My Love - A SWTOR Story

In which the Commander gets stabbed on Nathema instead of Theron Shan.

Its me back on my bullshit instead of sleeping (help) and I've been in SWTOR brainrot for a long while now and I keep thinking and creating stories based off my silly little swtor characters.

This isn't edited by the way

"I love you Theron, please, come home." Lana shuts off the holo and Sylvi begins to leave the room. Not saying a word as Lana watches sadly, knowing it was better not to say anything.

"I'm going for a walk in the woods, clear my mind." Was all she said before leaving, and not even going towards the woods. Sylvi heads for a secret shared apartment that no one knew off except her, Theron, and C2-N2.

It was for her to stop Theron being a workaholic and sleep and for her to get away from the alliance and being its commander. She lazily opens the door, before walking towards the lounge and slumping onto it. Too lost in her mind, the only thing keeping her going had ceased to exist and she finally tumbled down into a dark abyss of depression, shame, and self-loathing.

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"I swear when I get my hands on him-" Trygve starts while Ingrid and Víðarr stand with him in the field where the former Cipher Nines ship resides.

"Trygve..." Víðarr starts but Trygve swirls to face him with a firm finger pointed at him.

"HE WILL FEEL EVERY AGONY, EVERY FORM OF TORTURE POSSIBLE FOR WHAT HE DID. I WILL SEE HIM BREAK FOR WHAT HE DID TO HER!" Trygve yells, making Ingrid flinch to hide behind Víðarr making the male twin sigh and calm himself slightly at her behavior.

"Brother, we will find him. I promise you, and we will make him pay," Víðarr assures, "But, you cannot deny something about this is off."

Ingrid moves from her position slightly behind the Sith, opening her mouth to say something before her comlink goes off.

"Ingrid here," She says while answering it.

"Its Hylo, we've found the pirate that keeps raiding the transports." Hylo Viz explains before disconnecting, making Ingrid close her eyes.

"I'll go, I sense something about this that's... familiar." Ingrid says to the brothers.

"Sense what?" Trygve quizzes, making Ingrid smile slightly.

"I sense someone that I'll love until the stars go cold." The Zabrak then turns on her heel and walks away with haste.

"Andronikos revel." Víðarr whispers with a small smirk.

"That pirate that helped her recover Tulak Hord's artifact on Tatooine?" Trygve asks.

"How do you-- another time. Lets go find Lana and figure our next move to find Theron."

"Vaylin! You have too stop her!"

"It is a tainted world."

"The Force is... wrong here."

"There are things in there even I cannot protect you from."

Sylvi shoots up in a sweat, another nightmare plaguing her sleep, however, this time it felt like a warning from the Force.

"Nathema..." She whispers before springing to her feet, half consciously, half on auto-pilot.

She needed to leave Odessen, without anyone knowing, following or finding her. Suddenly feeling like she was in a jail, she checked her armor before clipping her dualsaber to her belt. She walks to her wardrobe and finds a black cloak, heaving it over herself she pulls her hood up and leaves the apartment.

She blocks off all her bonds and shrouds her force signature, suppressing it from the force users all over the planet. She knew she had to take a ship without a tracker on it, or land then use the auto-pilot to send it adrift in the galaxy.

'That would throw them off my scent.' Sylvi realizes before maneuvering to the hanger. It was midnight and no sane person would be up unless they were on patrol.

The raven haired Jedi peeks around the corner, seeing an officer on patrol. Though she hated it, Sylvi forces them into a sleep before gently having them fall to the ground and running across to the fighters. She looks around before force leaping onto a fighter, once she does she hears voices coming towards the hanger before they notice her sleeping soldier.

"Over there!" Admiral Aygo calls out before getting onto the comms and shouting orders for flight control. Because the group couldn't identify Sylvi, they figured her to be a spy, saboteur, or assassin and that was a means for capture at any cost.

"Sithspit." Sylvi curses under her breathe before getting the ship fired up and getting ready to fly out.

In her quarters, Ingrid stirs feeling a heavy and firm arm around her waist. The Zabrak hears her comm beeping and uses the force to bring it to her.

"This better be important." Ingrid hisses.

"Ingrid! We have a situation in the hanger with an unknown assailant attempting to flee in a fighter. Their intent is unknown and they appear to be a force user!" Aygo explains making her groan, feeling the person behind her start to wake.

"I might not be able to get there in time." Ingrid replies, while attempting to move but the arm around her waist keep her flush to the persons chest.

"Understood, we will attempt to detain them." Aygo tells her before she turns off her commlink.

"Andronikos..." Ingrid starts but the pirate wasn't letting her go.

"Forget them, they've got it handled." He tells her lazily, planting kisses on her shoulders and gently taking the commlink and throwing it somewhere.

"This is important."

"So? You've skipped out on dark council meeting for less." Andronikos argues, not letting her go after getting her back. The pirate moves towards the Zabraks neck slowly, knowing it would help his argument for her to stay.

"Yes... I... I know this, but..." She keeps trailing off, finding it difficult to speak, and Andronikos smirks knowingly.

"But, Sith?"

Sylvi gets the fighter moving and knows Aygo and attempting to comm her, but she left it in the staging area so he wasn't getting an answer. She watches as he sends men to go find her in what most assumed were her private quarters.

Once she finds the opportunity she flies out of the hanger and into the atmosphere while getting the hyperdrive ready and finding the tracker at the same time.

Eventually, finds two wires she remembers her brothers telling her were for the tracker and weapons.

"Blast, which one was it." Sylvi asks herself before deciding to pull them both out.

What could go wrong?

As she pulls the wires an alarm start blaring to tell her weapons were disabled. She groans before glancing to see if she was clear to jump.

"Flying is for droids." She grumbles before entering hyperspace.

Leaving her with only her thoughts and the stars.

#swtor #swtor sith warrior #swtor spoilers #jedi consular #swtor jedi knight #swtor sith inquisitor #lana beniko #theron shan #altara legacy #my characters #swtor oc #star wars the old republic #i am tired #this is really just for me #my silly little ocs

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persephoneggsy · 1 year

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sometimes you’re just anxious so you fill otp memes to calm your soul

anyway here’s my SWTOR couples. my bounty hunter and smuggler aren’t pictured bc their relationship statuses are.... weird. my BH is super into Acina and my smug is eternally hung up on Darmas lol

#swtor #this is all headcanon for the canon characters of course #swtor sith warrior #malavai quinn #swtor jedi consular #swtor sith inquisitor #swtor jedi knight #swtor doc #swtor trooper #lana beniko #vector hyllus #swtor imperial agent #theron shan #my art

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rikki-roses · 2 months

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Fluffy February Day 23: Dance

SWTOR

Pairing: Early Setra Rowan/Theron Shan

Time period: Rishi during Shadows of Revan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just needed a moment from everyone?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You noticed?"

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

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

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

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

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jackalopey · 2 years

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i rarely use this account and my dash is dead but i want to change that. so! hi! i’m looking for more mutuals. i’m mostly a swtor blog, but i do post about kotor as well. this is my main reblog-blog, and i mostly share things related to my ocs (i also have @lnhumanity where i post my art, mostly)

i’m looking to follow people who:

post about swtor (bonus points for consular, inquisitor, jaesa, ashara, satele, marr, theron or lana focus)

post about kotor (bonus points for f or nb revan, revan/bastila or atris/exile)

writes their swtor legacy, or just talks about their swtor legacy/ocs a lot

isn’t '[x faction] did nothing wrong’ (so no blind jedi, sith or mando apologism. thinking they’re neat, liking characters from those factions, being interested in their lore and whatever else is 100% fine and i would love to see your posts, i just dont like it when people bend over backwards to say their faves are perfect)

so if that’s you like/reblog this and i’ll check you out. thank u for ur time

#swtor #kotor #star wars #revan #jedi consular #sith inquisitor #jaesa willsaam #ashara zavros #satele shan #darth marr #theron shan #lana beniko #atris #sorry for all of the tags i just [clenches fist] want more shit

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spitzobsessed · 8 months

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I FOUND EVERYONE'S NAMES

Taral, to a newly redeemed Arcann: Welcome to the Alliance! We have-

Taral: A fake Sith! *Points to himself*

The brains *points at Lana*

Lana: Thank you, Commander.

A workaholic *points at Theron*

Theron: Hey!

An angry loth cat *Points at Riot*

Riot: *growls*

A free (ghost)therapist *Points at Zuni's Forcd Ghost*

Barsen'thor Zuni: *bows*

An astrology nerd *Points at Isra*

Major Isra: Magik Practitioner.

A greedy bastard(affectionate)

Hunter Ranov: *salutes*

A friendly alcoholic

Captain Devika: Hiya!

Her arsonist bestie

First Mate Beda: Yo!

A pathological liar. *Points at Mérina*

Agent Mérina: *shrugs* Imperial Training.

A bad Jedi *Points at Von*

Battlemaster Von: *glares*

Taral: And a confused bisexual. *Points at Praxy*

Praxy: *stares into space*

Arcann: Who's in charge?

Senya: Whoever makes the most sense.

Taral: Lana.

Lana: Taral.

Arcann: *wondering how these people outsmarted him for five years*

it's hilarious bc in reality Lana is as much trouble maker as the others she just pretends she's the mature one

#swtor #others oc #star wars #jedi knight #jedi consular #sith warrior #sith inquisitor #swtor smuggler #swtor bounty hunter #imperial agent #swtor trooper #lana beniko #senya tirall #arcann #theron shan

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i-love-books-because-reasons · 9 months

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I never got around to posting my screenshots of the new SWTOR update but here's my consular Kaeden and Theron being cute.

#star wars #star wars: the old republic #swtor #jedi consular #oc: kaeden tono #theron shan #theron x oc #theron x the outlander #theron x jedi consular #kaeden x theron #otp #old wounds #my screenshots #my ocs

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fleeting-sanity · 2 years

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Echoes of Oblivion

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Hello, this is just me re-writing Echoes to fit my OC's narrative. It's a bit long. Tried trimming what I could. Thank you to @swtorramblings & @scribblesonthewall for helping!

The preparation was prompt but swift. Lana stayed behind to continue running the base, wishing the Force's omnipotence upon the twin. However, they were met with Theron and Senya; the latter was having a tense discussion with her son.

"Yes, but there might be a chance something can go wrong. I'm doing this so you can continue being the father you want to be to your daughters."

"But you-"

"They will decide."

Senya presented her case to the twins, stating that she felt responsible for her part in Valkorion's schemes. It wasn't the strongest of reasoning, but surprisingly Rionnic granted her request. His attention was then diverted by his wife calling out to him, excusing himself. As Riornivo's gaze landed on Theron, both men knew it was going to be the same question as Senya's.

".... She's my mother. It would kill me to know that I didn't try when I had the chance."

The former SIS agent didn't need to strengthen his case, but his final point deeply resonated with Riornivo. Flashes of the failure with his own mother appeared, but he shook his head to repel that trauma. All three of the people talking to him moved to help as he took a step back, but he reassured them of his condition. The Jedi reluctantly agreed with the agent's request.

"You need to take care of our son... Do you still believe in me?" as Rionnic grasped Jaesa's hand, having had to refuse her pitch of coming along. It was the same question he uttered at the beginning of their relationship, and she decided to give the same response all those years ago: a melancholic kiss.

When Kira stepped out of the shuttle, she was surprised to see the additions to the rescue group. Scourge voiced his disapproval, but Rionnic reminded him of how powerful Vitiate was. The first Wrath argued about the risks, which led to his successor taking on full responsibility upon all of the personnel accompanying him. It was quite the unexpected stance coming from Rionnic considering that he mostly preferred working solo.

"We're not helpless. You're venturing into the unknown... It'll be safer with numbers." Senya chimed in.

"Right, let's just go. Time's short." As Kira stepped back into the shuttle.

Minutes after they approached the coordinates, they were intercepted by a fighter unit coming from the ship Satele was in. Kira's shuttle managed to evade the attack while Arcann's shuttle from behind shot at the assailant. He told Kira to sprint towards the ship while he dispatched the enemy.

The two Wraths and two Jedi cautiously disembarked from their shuttle, expecting a welcoming party. They were met with darkness and silence instead. Their steps were light to avoid alerting the occupants, but without lightsabers to light their way, it was difficult.

Until they heard an argument coming from a control room. It was two Hands of the Emperor, being quite uncharacteristic by the way they bickered.

"This is impossible! We fixed one system and another broke! It's deliberate!"

"That must have been T7's handiwork," Kira whispered to Rionnic. "Let's take them out quietly before th-"

But Scourge had a different idea. He menacingly advanced towards the two servants, attacking them alone. Rionnic could only narrow his eyes at that. When the rest of the group joined Scourge, it became an uneven fight. Riornivo only flinched and cowered during the brutality, earning some side eyes from his twin. But Kira put a comforting hand on the rattled Jedi, understanding how unnerving it was watching the two Wraths mercilessly struck down their enemies.

T7 emerged from hiding behind some boxes, expressing his relief.

"Ship = off-course // Unknown group = arrived before T7 + Hand"

Which led Kira to question who else was in the ship. Scourge wanted to dispatch them, causing Riornivo to disagree as they could be after the same purpose. "Agreed," as Kira interjected, "Containment should be our priority anyways."

"Engine malfunction = temporary // direct sabotage = necessary"

"Great, I'll take T7 to make sure the hyperdrive and engines are completely shut down. Shields and weapons too, just in case. You wanna come along?" To which Riornivo took up Kira's offer.

"We must still make sure no one on this ship can leave. We cannot risk the plague spreading." Scourge reminded, to which Rionnic replied, "We should launch the escape pods before anyone can use it… and the unknown group's transport."

Everyone nodded as the objectives were set and thus, the two Jedi and Wraths split up. The two Siths encountered more servants along the way, fighting their former comrades off while releasing the escape pods and progressing towards the hangar control room. Their counterparts weren't met with as much combat until they reached their objective. As much as Riornivo hated violence, he couldn't possibly let Kira face the enemies alone.

He reluctantly drew his new lightsaber, while utilizing mostly defensive Force abilities. Every chance he could incapacitate the opponent, he took it.

Upon seeing the mystery shuttle being a Zakuulan one, Rionnic was unsurprised but still perplexed. Scourge voiced his disdain about the passenger's loyalty to Valkorion, to which Rionnic added, "Some of them oppose my tenure. I can't be sure of their agenda."

"Then we should give them a chance to explain themselves before striking."

After releasing the shuttle into open space, Kira called them to report on her progress. Rionnic did the same, and Kira gave everyone a coordinate to meet on a hunch that both Jedi sensed Satele's whereabouts. Once the two Wraths made their way to the ship's bridge, they found some lifeless Scions, with traces of lightsaber battles around the room. Rionnic recalled their purpose while he readjusted the ship's course. When they were about to leave the bridge, an unmistakable, ghostly voice lamented the loss of lives, urging an end to it.

"Revan?"

"The ritual inscribed on Tenebrae's flesh–the plague, is taking over its host's minds. He's being remade, I can feel it. We need to intervene." Revan remarked.

"Kira will lead us in meditation. We will join our minds and try to purge the plague from Satele's psyche."

"Then go, quickly. I'll help you as best as I can."

The two Jedi met Arcann's group, and not long after, they met the two Wraths at the specified coordinates. From a distance, Satele can be seen being dragged around along with her students by the servants, but they were stopped by an unsettling scene. Minazar, a fatally injured Scion used the last of his breaths to laugh once he spotted the rescue group.

“Heskal’s prophecy… at last, we’re all here…”

But Servant Four emerged with her lightsaber brandished. “You cannot stop this!”

“You’ll never win!” Minazar argued back. “Valkorion’s last vestige will soon be purged from your corruption!”

“You were puppets! Fools! We’re his true followers! Only we know the true shape of his power–of his plans!”

Rionnic rubbed his forehead while sighing defeatedly at the bickering. Arcann attempted to reason with them after Riornivo's effort failed, producing the same result. Weapons were drawn when Servant Four ended Minazar's life. The fight was difficult; the room they were in was small compared to the one Satele was located, but they avoided bringing the fight near her. Even more lives were lost.

Kira and Theron wasted no time to check on Satele's condition while Riornivo did the same for the group, healing their minor injuries.

"She's still breathing. Some of her students… we gotta hurry."

"Quick! Form a circle." Scourge commanded.

But Theron grabbed Riornivo's arm, with a somber look on his face. "I'll keep guard in case there are stragglers."

"Theron?"

"I'm glad I could help but… I don't think I want to see the inside of her head."

"Couldn't agree more." Rionnic interjected.

The Barsen'thor acknowledged the agent's concern, and advised him to wake any of them up should anything go wrong. Kira began to instruct the Force wielders to focus their minds on Satele, and to control their breathing as they went into deep meditation. Then, to follow her voice as the Force gradually shifted the fabric of reality.

Vaylin woke up in a strange place, unlike anything she had ever seen before. How did she get there? Was this another dream? Just when she thought to sleep earlier today! She was wearing her former Empress robes, complete with the head covering. Looking down, she saw an endless, purplish gray void. But the most perturbing thing was a tall figure approaching her.

It was her murderer, the evil twin.

Instantly, she activated her lightsaber to defend herself. She had never come face to face with him ever since that day. He marched closer with his lightsaber pointed at her. Gazing upon the face of the man she had come to care for contorted with such hatred made her weaker.

"Everytime you hurt him, I felt it too. Didn't you know?"

A damaging statement hitting her where it mattered. Her fists clenched tighter, with the free one shooting sparks out. Flashes of that day resurfaced; his red lightsaber through her body, but his twin quickly pulled him away from her.

"Get away from me!"

"No, you get away from me. Get away from him."

He took the first swing. She successfully blocked it, quickly creating a distance by sidestepping. She pushed him away with the Force, but it only managed to weakly shove him. Either his Force resistance had increased tremendously, or she became weaker instead. He struck again with added weight to his swing, causing her to stagger back after parrying. Not giving her a chance, he swung again multiple times, straining her resolve, causing her defense to get sloppy. It felt like a casual fencing session for him, clearly not using his full might and expertise. While she was fighting for her life. A reminiscence to what she used to love doing to her subordinates.

Her lightning bolts missed, distance created easily closed by his much larger size, her own strikes deftly countered, and even her anger wasn't enough to overcome the circumstance. She couldn't even find a second to focus on the Force prowess she had.

But suddenly, another lightsaber clashed with his. This time, it was someone his own size, catching him off guard. Having the fight unexpectedly leveled against him, he had to finally use his off-hand lightsaber.

"Thexan?"

Was this another Iokath situation? Was Thexan real? She took a moment to sense her brother's presence through the Force, and it reciprocated. She could feel him. But she was already quite drained to assist her brother, and her head was spinning with questions and a strange but familiar influence trying to take over…

Kira woke up to a horrifying environment, discouraged by the state of Satele's mind. Next to her was Riornivo, who awakened shortly after her. "I can’t sense the others… I'm not sure if they made it in."

"Unexpected visitors… Fascinating."

That voice again, unmistakable and dreadful. Both of them walked forward cautiously when Valkorion appeared in a flash of lightning, startling them. “You don’t recognize me?” Riornivo asked.

“No, but you come here for a purpose… Ah, who might you be?”

Before they could do anything, Valkorion summoned dark energies taking the form of monstrosities to welcome them. Kira leapt into the fight while Valkorion vanished. Choice was once again ripped from Rio’s hands as he had to fight off the monstrosities inflicting all kinds of negative emotions with each attack. After the last of them was defeated, Valkorion praised them both, but yet another voice familiar to Kira echoed the sentiment. Vitiate.

"What the-"

But there was another manifestation, a void-eyed Sith pureblood, donned in an ancient apparel and a body full of markings.

Riornivo thought he was taking pills of lunacy when each of the forms took turns in talking, remarking what memories and knowledge Satele possessed when pressed about the past encounters. Seeing that the monstrosities weren’t giving the two Jedi much trouble, Tenebrae isolated Rio from Kira, leaving him to fight alone. But an equally powerful presence launched a surprise attack on Tenebrae, reducing his form to a dark dust.

“In this fight you are never alone!” Revan exclaimed.

The relief Riornivo felt was tremendous–he didn’t think he could survive three Emperors by himself. Revan took over most of the fighting as they progressed further into the corrupted memory, restoring it little by little by reliving the fonder ones such as Satele's early recalling of her padawan days. Once Tenebrae’s attention was stolen from the others by what the pair was doing, he reappeared to stop Revan and Riornivo.

Even more unexpected appearances came to assist. It was Meetra Surik and Scourge, seemingly to have closed their own chapter all those years ago. Outnumbered, the void-eyed Sith shifted the scene and scattered his enemies again. It wasn't long after Rio got up that another familiar voice spoke to him. Darth Marr.

"This impression of Tenebrae isn't as powerful as he thinks he is. His lack of memory means that he does not know how to effectively combat us," as Rio approached him, still quite light-headed. "Despite this state of mind, Satele is stronger than that. You can stop him. Avenge me. Avenge us all!"

Another blinding light and a change of environment. Riornivo wondered how Marr was able to do that, but he concluded that the Sith was a close companion to Satele during her exile. Perhaps he was one of the last bastions of Satele's mind against Tenebrae's corruption. He took a moment to regain his composure–all that teleportation and cameos was quite disorientating. Fortunately, he felt right at home walking around the faux Tython, discovering a small holocron by a statue. He then showed it towards a gateway, opening up a passage leading back to the distorted scenery.

He looked around to see if he wasn’t alone anymore. Failing that, he started walking, eventually seeing a corrupted Jedi temple in the distance. But a scene unveiling nearby caught his attention first. His twin was fighting Arcann’s twin and Vaylin. Rionnic was holding his own against the siblings, being so much more powerful it’s unnatural. “STOP!”

Riornivo’s shouting distracted Rionnic, which Thexan took to full advantage. He stepped back and then jumped for the kill.

But he was frozen mid-air. It wasn’t only him, both Vaylin and Rionnic received the same treatment. When Riornivo finally arrived in the middle of the three, he panted and struggled to normalize his breathing. While the frozen three looked at him with gobsmacked expressions. Comically, the Jedi manually removed their lightsabers, then rearranged them away from each other gently with the Force. He knew full well that he was in for either a verbal or physical smack down after he released them.

“Please, this is what Valkorion wanted you to do. We must work together…”

And so he released them. Thexan seemed to understand and just stood there, Rionnic was baring his teeth at his brother, while Vaylin pulled her lightsaber back.

“He tried to kill me! He started it first! I was just defending myself from my murderer!” Vaylin shouted.

“Ah, here we go again. You’re going to excuse her behavior in three… two…” Rionnic mocked.

“Stop. Please, just a moment. It’s killing me to see you both like this. We can talk this through. I’m beggi-”

“Oh, no, not this again! This just keeps on getting better!” Vaylin interrupted upon seeing her mother and brother approaching. Meanwhile, Tenebrae was watching from stealth, smiling at the chaos unfolding.

“Brother… I…” Arcann lamented.

“I know.”

“Know what? That he’s just as delusional as our parents?”

“Vaylin… please.”

“Please, please,” Vaylin mocked, while Rionnic stepped back, wanting no part of this family reunion. “Please what, mother? To stop reminding you of the truth? Does it hurt? Because it pales to what you’ve done to me.”

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But you deserve to hear this,” as Senya slowly approached her daughter. “I was wrong… He took you and I said nothing. He caged you and I just stood by. He robbed you of the woman you were destined to be but I… I let it happen. Others blamed you for so much, but the fault is all mine. The pain and suffering wouldn’t have happened if I just fought harder… for you. I could have done more… I should have done more.”

Senya’s weeping seemed to ease its way into Vaylin’s heart. Riornivo had been nodding somberly throughout, adding his own words to it. “I know this isn’t nearly enough to make things right… but I hope hearing this brings you some peace, Vaylin.”

It resulted in a long pause from everyone until Vaylin recouped her composure, sniffing out her father from behind. “Can we focus? There’s someone else here who needs to DIE.”

“Heh, foolish child,” as Valkorion suddenly appeared, once again startling everyone. He held out a hand, attempting to invade Vaylin’s mind. Not this time, she thought. The Force fully cooperated with her by blasting Valkorion with lightning, stopping his attempt and unveiling both Vitiate and Tenebrae nearby. The Zakuulan family advanced towards Tenebrae, cornering him.

"You presume limits to my power. There are none."

Surprisingly, it resulted in Rionnic flinching and hissing while holding his head. His younger brother caught him as his vision returned from distortion. His head immediately felt lighter, and his breathing easier. Riornivo quickly figured out what was happening. Tenebrae was inside Rionnic's head.

“You need to get to the center. Go!” Arcann ushered.

Thus, the twin brothers hurried towards the corrupted Jedi temple. While he was still feeling light headed from being mentally freed minutes earlier, Rionnic fought off the remaining monstrosities with a strong sense of protecting his brother. Using the same holocron of memory, Riornivo untangled the temple’s grand door out of those dark roots.

And in the heart of what used to be the council room was Satele, deep in meditation.

Tenebrae further taunted the twins by saying that Satele was only moments away from being hollowed out.

"You’re starting to sound a bit desperate. Who are you trying to convince?" Rionnic taunted right back.

"Mindless child!"

Tenebrae broke the council room apart to reveal the ruined mindscape once more, reveling in his coming victory. “No.”

The former Grandmaster stood up, full of determination. “Your power is your weakness. It blinds you.”

“Jedi nonsense!”

Satele herself joined in the taunting battle, but more eloquently, countering each of Tenebrae’s barbs by acknowledging them and describing how well she knew his inner workings and egotistical crusade. “I never had to beat you. I only had to let you think you’re invincible… Until now, until every person who knows your weakness firsthand could come to face you.”

Led by Revan, the people Satele mentioned marched forward, ready to end their common enemy. “Until the one person who proved you could be defeated came here to destroy you, once and for all.” as Satele took her place next to the Barsen’thor.

“But I-”

“You hesitate now, this will all be for nothing, Spiky.”

In all the years he had met his twin, that was the first time ever Rionnic called his brother by his nickname. It inflicted mixed emotions for the Jedi: endearment, anxiety, and confusion. The mindscape was quickly overrun with crimson Force as Tenebrae merged his forms into Valkorion, beginning the fight for their lives.

Rionnic and Satele tried to attack the Emperor, but they were repelled by a dark barrier. Before they could hit the ground, they floated harmlessly, caught by Riornivo’s gentle Force powers. The others leapt into the fight, and Valkorion summoned helpers to manage the amount of attacks he was bearing. It was pure chaos.

With combined powers and strength, they managed to vanquish Valkorion’s form, resulting in the emergence of Vitiate. The rest of the fighters weren’t letting up. Riornivo mainly utilized his defensive and healing powers, managing the combatants' physical statuses. This had not gone unnoticed as Rionnic stole a few seconds to remind his twin to launch his offense instead of defending endlessly. Which made the Jedi wish he was never there.

Vitiate seemed to have something personal against Revan, because he was taking most of the hits. All of the other fighters who tried to assist were overwhelmed by the weight of Vitiate’s trap in the form of strings, like a puppeteer controlling his subjects. Revan’s strength was waning, while Riornivo was struggling to summon enough Force to free himself and the others. Revan decided to spend his remaining grit to free the Barsen’thor.

“Strike him!”

No more room for hesitation. Drawing his green lightsaber and Force Light on the other hand, Riornivo did not charge at Vitiate, but instead finally used his Architect Wings to jet forward and imbued his strike with the Force Light. Vitiate failed to resist, watching his trap vanish and his form disintegrate. It was time for Tenebrae to take matters into his own hand. He didn’t waste time and impaled Riornivo with a crimson blade made of pure Force energy. There were screams of his name.

The ancient Sith then tossed him away.

Vaylin and Rionnic rushed towards him. Satele stood guarding her former student from Tenebrae’s overwhelming power, while the rest continued the fight despite being close to fatigue themselves. The Barsen’thor’s wings were covering his wound, dispersing some sort of healing salve thanks to his modifications to Brontes’ invention. But he was veering in and out of consciousness. Vaylin cradled him on her lap, trying to keep him awake. His twin was grasping his hand, noticing dark streams traveling inside his brother’s veins.

“Fight it off. Take my strength. You don’t leave me now, brother.”

And he wouldn’t. He was lifted off the ground by his wings, encased in blinding light combined with lightning currents from each conduit of the wings. When he landed, he was trying to catch his breaths, hand over the healed wound on his chest. Both of his hands then reached out to Rionnic and Vaylin. Holding their hands, he finally spoke for the first time.

“I agree. It’s time for this to end.”

It carved a smile on both of their faces. The Jedi’s face was no longer masked by his own reluctance. He released the hands of his loved ones and started levitating while summoning an immense amount of Force Light. It caught Tenebrae’s attention. Before he could turn around to face Riornivo, beams of energy shot out from the wings, creating holes. The Force Light disembarked from Rio’s hands towards him. Try as he might to resist or destroy it, the Light started enveloping him, causing unimaginable pain.

All three of his forms were cornered. He concentrated the last of his might and knocked everyone down in a crimson wave, slowly overpowering them. Only Riornivo was still standing albeit weakly. Tenebrae focused his power onto him, breaking through his mental defenses. His head felt like it was exploding.

Just like how she resisted her father’s control, Vaylin mustered enough strength and ran a hand on Riornivo’s back, gentle and comforting. It worked like a charm, as he met her eyes and nodded lovingly.

The fighters slowly stood up with renewed resolve. Satele remarked; “Everything you’ve done…” continued by Senya; “Everyone you’ve betrayed…” and by Kira; “Everyone you’ve manipulated!” then lastly, by Meetra; “Everyone you’ve murdered…”

“The Force seeks balance. Always!” Revan pointed out.

True enough, his power was his weakness. He was suddenly caught off guard and was blasted by his own power. It turned Valkorion to a statue, followed by Vitiate. Then lastly, Tenebrae, who put up as much fight as he could. The Emperor crumbled to a pool of ashes.

The Force immediately felt just, and the whole galaxy was lifted from a burden thousands of years endured. Rionnic kicked the ashes, as a last mockery towards his former master.

“Are you alright?” Vaylin’s question to Riornivo.

“Now I’m alright.” said the Jedi while his wings retracted, having fulfilled their purpose.

It was her turn to be oblivious to the hidden meaning behind Rio’s response. She nodded, then her attention was stolen towards Arcann pleading to his brother.

“Please, Thex, just a little bit longer. I don’t want to wake up. Please stay…” as he squeezed his brother, talking in tears.

“You’re behaving like when we were kids. You need to wake up or your wife will kill you.” Thexan teased. He then pulled Senya into the hug.

And Vaylin just kept her head down, shrinking behind Riornivo. With a smile, Rio gently ushered her towards her family, and Senya pulled her in the group hug. They were sobbing and uttering apologies to one another. “We’re together now.”

One by one, the people vanished, bathed in light, either becoming one with the Force or waking up from their slumber. Riornivo breathed a sigh of relief.

But was it truly the end?

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chubbyooo · 1 year

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Kavaraa (Jedi Consular): It's pretty cold outside. We should stay close. Want to hold hands? Theron, blushing: Okay Kyradia (sith inquisitor), passing by: It's f*cking summer.

#kavaraa #kavaraa bysh #Jedi Consular #Theron Shan #incorrect quotes #incorrect swtor quotes #swtor incorrect quotes #swtor #Sith Inquisitor

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sirloozelite · 1 year

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Izul: “I’m a perfectly peaceful Jedi Master. I don’t get angry and I always treat people fairly.”

Lana: “You’ve literally been diagnosed with extreme PTSD from that business with the First Son and Children of the Emperor. You don’t act well to hidden betrayals!”

Izul: “Yep... perfectly peaceful and mentally sound.”

Theron: *’betrays’ Izul*

Izul: *+1,000,000 dark side points*

#swtor #swtor oc #Jedi Consular #izulgubo #Theron Shan #that moment when your LS Tier 5 Jedi who has never taken a dark side option finally snaps!

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autisticbones · 2 years

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time to make one of these again! hiii i'm moth i've recently become obsessed with swtor and i'm looking for mutuals! this is a sideblog so i follow back from firecatwashere. bonus points if you like and/or post often about doc, lana, theron, your characters/legacies, the force-user class stories (both light and dark), or star wars extended universe in general!

#star wars the old republic #swtor #swtor doc #lana beniko #theron shan #swtor jedi knight #swtor jedi consular #swtor sith inquisitor #swtor sith warrior #i have no idea how many people are active in this fandom at this point in time but it's worth a shot

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califrey · 10 months

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LAST LINE TAG!

I was tagged by @late-to-the-fandom , thanks so much!!! I am currently working on the first time Gav and Theron meet. Here's the last bit I have written!

Gav leaped to his feet in time to avoid the body falling backwards into the couch cushion where he’d just been sitting. A human man with black hair and medium skin spattered with blood. He was the one who’d been punched, by how he was clutching his nose and cursing. Gav’s eyes narrowed, immediately falling into Jedi healer mode and sizing up the damage on the man’s face.

“Your nose is shattered,” Gav said, matter of factly.

The man spat blood to the side (thankfully away from Gav’s favorite pair of boots) and glared up at him with piercing, olive-gold eyes. “You think?” he said.

For some reason, Gav blushed.

Tagging @greyias @lasatfat @sullustangin and whoever else wants to participate. :)

#cal writes #theron shan #last line tag #swtor jedi consular #swtor #fanfiction

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