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tiredassmage · 1 year

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for what it’s worth

Did I polish this off instead of doing another character’s run of Corellia? Absolutely. But that’s not relevant. : P Set during the 5 year gap before KOTFE; no warnings for this one I think and just a general sort of plot filler/explanation of what Oli’s up to while Cee takes... a nap. A vacation. An unplanned napcation.

Oliver reaches out through Cee’s old contacts, trying to do their part - for themselves and for whatever’s left that’s worth fighting for.

“Beryl Thorne?”

Beryl frowned. For all her time on Taris, she’d never much believed in ghosts. And yet here she was getting a call from an old frequency - from the supposedly dead.

Though that was certainly not who stood before her on the holodisplay. Still, she’d seen him before and that was just barely enough to tamper the regret that spiked from her curiosity and possibly partly-sleep-deprived decision to answer in the first place.

Barely, mind. Still, she hesitantly pulled away from the controls.

“Yeah? Don’t make me regret it.”

The male shuffled on his feet as his hands met to restlessly wring together. Even through the filtered blues of the holoprocessors, he seemed haggard and the frown pulled across his lips wasn’t doing him any favors in that regard.

“I’m… sorry for the… unconventional contact,” he said. His hands finally clasped in front of him as he settled on his words. “I wasn’t sure you’d answer from my own frequency.”

Her frown deepened. “Somehow, those odds don’t seem as long as me answering a call from a dead woman.”

She could tell he stiffened before he carefully rolled his jaw. It did nothing to release any of the tension gathered there. “I’m… sorry to bother you, again.”

She sighed faintly and shook her head. “No, I… I’m sorry, that was insensitive. You’re… Oliver, right? Cee’s ah…”

“Correct.” For a blessing, he spared her from fumbling for an appropriate label.

“Forgive me, but uh… weren’t you… y’know..?” Her frown settled a little deeper. “I want no part of trouble, agent.”

“I’m not calling on business, lest you worry,” Oliver clarified. “Not… Republic business, anyway. This…” He stopped to close his eyes tightly and take in a deep breath, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose briefly before both hands settled on his hips. “This is… for Cee. And… for me.”

“Spy business not cutting it for you anymore..?”

He huffed. “We both know the Republic’s spinning the same wheels it has for the last decade or more when there’s an entirely new threat at our doorstep,” he fired off with narrowed eyes, waving one hand in a broad gesture. Another frown settled back across his lips. “Look, I… This isn’t a recruitment call, Miss Thorne. I’m not asking either of us to fight a war-” He abruptly broke off into a hiss and shook his head again. “Okay, not directly, I…”

Again, his hands settled heavily on his hips. “I have a proposition, Thorne. I’m bringing it to you because Cee… spoke fondly of your work together. She looked up to you, what you did on Taris…” He finally looked back at her evenly. “She kept in touch from time to time, I understand, and there’s… There’s a lot of good people out there where official lines don’t reach.”

Yeah. That sounded like the Captain. Beryl shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. “Charity work isn’t exactly lucrative, you know?” she said carefully.

“Nothing’s lucrative if you’re dead,” Oliver said tersely. “It’s not about the money.”

Finally, Beryl started to smile. “She always was oddly optimistic.”

He nodded slowly, though his gaze dropped for a moment. “Yeah… She…” He cleared his throat roughly. “I’m… not half as good at any of this as she ever was, I’m sure, but… I’m not a half-bad pilot and the Prancer still flies.”

She waved a hand. “I’m not much of a dancer, boy. What, exactly, are you thinkin’ to propose?”

A light of focus seemed to flicker back into his eyes. “Putting our networks together,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve been doing what I can to maintain the Voidhound’s network of contacts, but it’s not enough. I know she pulled you into some of the Republic contracts a while ago and I stuck with them for a time myself, but…” He shook his head.

“So,” Beryl mused, “you want my help?”

“I’m offering if you’re interested,” he said. “Like I said, it isn’t getting anyone rich. But you and I both know the Republic’s terms aren’t going to cut it, and neither are the Empire’s. This is about people, Beryl. Real people.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Last we’d talked, you were still in with the SIS.”

Oliver huffed and shook his head with a frown. “Yeah, well… with the rate things are going, if I’d stuck around, I’d likely be looking at a ‘gentle’ reassignment to desk jockeying on Coruscant or ‘encouraged’ into retirement to some quiet, remote colony within a year or two.” He shifted to fold his arms across his chest. “I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t cut it for me. Out in the thick of all this, it’s…”

He rolled his jaw as his gaze broke from hers yet again. “Well, it’s right where she’d be… So, if nothing else, I owe it to her… to do the best wherever I can.”

Beryl puffed a faint break of a chuckle. Stars. She’d never have guessed a Republic spy would be such a keeper. Where’d Cee even find this guy again..?

Nor would she have really agreed with Cee’s assessment from back then. The setbacks after she’d left Quesh hadn’t been kind and she wasn’t about to pretend she was ever a saint about it all. The war had already been an endless cycle then and she’d about had her fill of seein’ it too up close.

Then again, Cee had fired back that she needed to take her own advice more often. So, leave it to the Voidhound to make their lot out to look like they could be half-decent citizens, huh?

A smile slipped slowly back across her lips. “You’re not very good at ‘no,’ are you?”

“No,” Oliver smiled weakly, “Not when I think there’s something worth fighting for.”

Beryl considered him for a moment longer before she nodded. “Alright. You’ve got yourself a deal, Captain.”

His smile strained somewhat before he shook his head. “‘Captain’ was my wife, Thorne. You can just call me Oliver.”

He straightened and folded his hands behind his back. “But I’ll take that as you’re interested.”

“You may,” she allowed with a smile

Oliver nodded.”I’ve attached some coordinates with this message then along with my personal holofrequency - all encrypted and all with the necessary details for access. We can discuss compensation in-person. I’m afraid any further details would risk interception by less welcome parties.”

Beryl couldn’t resist a mild smirk. “Still thinking like a spy.”

A lighter smile finally drifted across Oliver’s lips as he shrugged a shoulder and opened his arms. “Cee did threaten to make a half-decent smuggler out of me one day. I’d like to think a dose of healthy paranoia has its boons.”

Beryl snorted lightly. “I can’t imagine why Cee would’ve ever picked you up,” she teased. “I’ll be seeing you then.”

“Right,” he said. “If I have any updates before we meet, I’ll send them your way. Fly safe, Captain.”

#dot words #vs: king and lionheart [smuggler!tyr]#swtor fanfic #swtor fanfiction #beryl thorne

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tiredassmage · 10 months

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Okay, I love my shitpost introductions to actually serious thoughts, headcanons, 'verses, what have you, but also... big, pretty post with (some semblance of) context (primarily in one spot instead of scattered in asks). That might be cool.

Okay! So! I made a shitpost about Tyr and his... growing list of aus and other shit I've made him do. So now because there's a lot of lore in my goldfish bowl of a brain about it sometimes and so hopefully anyone who is like, "Dot, what the Fuck are you smoking?" can find some semblance of an answer to that, I have made a slightly less shitpost (maybe...), more written guide to The Bullshit I Am On.

This brought to you by uh... there are several of you that are enablers. You know who you are. Blows you a kiss through the screen.

The rest of you? Welcome to my shitposting. I am only partially sorry. But get comfortable because I'm not about to stop. : D

Imperial Agent, moniker: "Cipher Nine"

The man, the myth, the legend, the og. Tyr Deckard, formerly Cipher Nine of Imperial Intelligence, double agent for the Republic Strategic Information Service answering to code name Legate.

Eventually turns Commander of the Eternal Alliance.

Primarily, if I'm talking about this bad bitch, it's as his og agent self. This is the foundation upon which all of my following nonsense came off of, which is why "ch: tyr" still talks about mostly this bad bitch, and all these other bad bitches that are and aren't him at the exact same time have other weird tags I have banged into existence with, like, a frying pan.

I love him and he needs to retire.

His character page is about this. I promise.

related tags; ch: tyr

Actually he has a pinterest board i haven't been obnoxious about in public yet either. merry crisis!

Smuggler; known alias: "Oliver Daxton"

A companion au as much as a Tyr in the smuggler campaign in general-au. Reimagines Tyr as an ex-Imperial agent that defected out of Imperial Intelligence to the SIS, former Cipher Ten turned SIS Agent Oliver Daxton.

Started as an ask from @captainderyn that I just decided to be a little insane about, I guess.

Joins the titular Smuggler on Hoth as their contact point for the White Maw job and can potentially act as their right-hand. For fic writing purposes, I pair him with one of my other smugglers, Cee, and I primarily discuss Oli in that lens.

If Risha is Cee's right hand woman, Oliver is her left-hand man. In the smoke and dust after Corellia, Oliver and Master Sumalee pull a few strings with the SIS and have him reassigned with the new Voidhound more long-term, to protect the Republic's latest investment in underworld logistics.

In a potential edition of KOTXX events, when Cee goes missing in the wake of Marr's destroyed fleet, Oliver takes over her contact network and assumes her moniker as Voidhound, attempting to run supplies through Eternal Empire blockades initially in tandem with SIS efforts, before the straining relations between the Republic, Sith Empire, and the Eternal Empire of Zakuul break Oliver's overall faith in the Republic's true goals, and he takes the Voidhound's fleet to act independently until he is later contacted by Theron Shan to come home to the Alliance and reunite with Cee.

related tags; vs: king and lionheart [smuggler!tyr]

Oli does not have a pinterest board. Yet. Sorry to set a trend and expectations and then immediately throw a wrench in it.

Bounty Hunter; known alias: "Kyranthe Rayne"

Shared au verse with @hyrohkaah; primarily focused in on the five year gap preceding KOTFE and following. A "Valkorian hot potato" role swap to shared verse events with Tyr & their Jedi Knight, Hyroh Kaah.

Involves a bit of timeline fuckery because timelines are a playground and this is already an au.

The short & sweet; Tyr adopts the alias "Kyranthe Rayne" and becomes a bounty hunter and assassin primarily for-hire following Hyroh's disappearance with Marr's fleet. Struck hard by the loss of a best friend, confidant, and lover, as Ky, he has already cut ties with Sith Intelligence earlier following the events on Ziost and now employs his former skills as a Cipher agent for his benefit first. And also to seek a little vengeance on the corrupt systems and parties that put him through hell as Cipher Nine.

Runs into Mako on the course of one of his hunts and basically adopts her. They are friends and partners now. They, in turn, also eventually adopt a stray former Jedi padawan named Ezekiel (also @hyrohkaah).

Ezekiel and Tyr got that sad, neglected, bonded, do not separate shelter dog rizz together. Eze essentially becomes his daughter. Bc it turns out Eze was also once a Sith Acolyte, so they share Imperial Abandonment Trauma (TM) and probably much to the stress of both of his now-adopted daughters, Tyr will kill people for them without so much as blinking.

In short, a Tyr who very nearly managed to get out and have a life beyond being an agent with Hyroh, lost that in the Wild Space expedition, spent approximately five years beaten down by the galaxy's assumption Hyroh had been killed, and who thus became a bit harder and a lot more stubborn about his boundaries in the aftermath of it all.

Eventually turns covert operative for the Eternal Alliance and is Hyroh's very fiercely protective guard dog of a boyfriend and personal advisor as Hyroh is thrust to become Commander of the Alliance.

relevant tags; vs: my mind is a place i can't escape your ghost [bh!tyr]

woe! pinterest board be upon ye!

Sith Warrior; known alias: "Tyr Kyrane"

I'm blaming this one mostly on @hyrohkaah because this is a take I said I'd never do for Tyr and now look what we're doing.

Full, actual, proper hot potato between Hyroh and Tyr, aka actual role swap where Tyr's the Force-sensitive one and Hyroh is the Imperial Agent. Crunchy Sith and Imperial power dynamics. Just as much devotion in blood. Just as much stupid displays of affection (eventually).

Partially reimagines Tyr's origin, of course, as adopted into the Sith Kyrane family following his parents' reported deaths (I'll neither confirm nor deny if this incarnation is still related to Keeper. Let's all suffer with the uncertainty. >:3), but not shown to be Force-sensitive until his early teens.

Thus struggles with alternating pressures of never being good enough for the family because he wasn't Sith, then because he wasn't of their own blood, and then especially because he's not of their blood, so any failures will be his own weakness, but could absolutely disgrace the house. Rigorous dance training eventually translates into dual training in dance and the demand to master the art of wielding a dual-bladed saber.

Connections with Overseer Tremel through the family bring him to Korriban slightly ahead of schedule, but Tremel takes over his training personally and paces it... far more evenly than his family. So you can imagine what Baras's later request for him to strike against the one man who perhaps gave half a damn about his well-being is like.

But, long story short, will attempt to use his eventual position as Wrath to curb some of the Dark Council's infighting and will take a particular interest in the remains of the Empire's Intelligence operations, thus adopted former Cipher Nine Hyroh Kaah as a personal agent in weeding out the remaining security risks of Baras's network of intelligence assets and informants.

Power couple shit, to be honest.

The babies of the aus because Joel and I had to make me bargain with myself to fucking finish his bounty hunter playthrough first and also maybe my Consular I've been neglecting on Satele Shan for fucking months, good god someone stop me.

relevant tags; vs: no stranger would it be [sith!tyr]

and bc i'm insane, perceive my madness about them: pinterest

Republic Trooper, Commanding Officer - Havoc Squad

An edition of Tyr that grew up in Republic space under the care of his single mother. They bounced around a fair bit between her work, sometimes moving planets entirely.

In his mid-teens, Tyr picked up work at a mechanic's shop - the latest in a series of odd jobs to help his mother make ends meet. As a side to that, he also got into racing swoopbikes. And accidentally ended up sort of in the middle of an SIS op that ultimately concluded in a staged accident in one of his races when he was sixteen. Tyr still has the scars on his chin and left shoulder.

Officially recruited into the Republic Strategic Information Service at 18, when he promptly moved out. His relationship with his mother had always been a bit strained and a touch distanced, so Tyr rarely saw much of her after the move. He did, however, continue to send her parts of his paychecks back to help her stay above board.

Ends up in SpecForce as an SIS plant with the goal of investigating rumored SpecForce unrest, desertions, and other unusual activity. Was never meant to stay assigned to Havoc Squad, but then... the whole squad turned to the Imps in front of him and... the rest is kinda history.

Has a tight, but somewhat up and down relationship with fellow Havoc recruit turned pilot in Hyroh. In short, Tyr isn't always the greatest fit as Havoc's CO, nor do him and Hyroh always see eye to eye based on differences in experiences with Republic loyalty.

Ultimately, however, Hyroh, Aric Jorgan, Elara Dorne, and Tyr are pretty ride or die. Despite the rocky lows and through the highs, they are consistently the people left around, the ones looking after each other. Tyr learns a lot about what he values and what truly matters: the people right beside you.

relevant tags: vs: kiss with a fist / self-control in locker room showers [trooper!tyr]

also has an edition where I made him suffer as the Outlander in KOTXX, which. exacerbates his issues developed as a Republic soldier in the thick of the war. that gets its own tag: vs: all their words for glory / they all sound so empty [outlander trooper!tyr]

pinterest!

#dot talk #ch: tyr #vs: king and lionheart [smuggler!tyr]#vs: my mind is a place i can't escape your ghost [bh!tyr]#vs: no stranger would it be [sith!tyr]#dare i tag this...#across the tyrverse #??? i think i do

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