artfuldarthness

[artfuldarthness]

xkyberheart​:

canto bight, racetrack party jyn erso & stassam char (( @artfuldarthness ))

      jyn had never talked to so many people in her entire life. everyone just seemed to be having a good time so it was easy to feel at ease, still the lingering thoughts of guilt accompanied her, could it really be that the universe was allowing them a moment of peace? jyn was used to feeling like her happiness was only temporary, but ever since what happened at hapes, the feeling had become a constant companion. with her mind on the events that had transpired at life day celebration jyn spotted a familiar face, well as familiar as one could be when chaos surrounded them and everyone was fighting for their lives.

      approaching the stranger made jyn feel like she was intruding, they seemed to be in their element and jyn suddenly felt out of place, but she still wanted to at least thank them. ❝apologies for interrupting, you are a jedi aren’t you? i- i just wanted to say thank you, when you fought that creature you gave us a chance to evacuate a small group of survivors, but i guess you are used to it right? saving people…❞     

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   Stassam was enjoying the little race on Canto Bight, oh how they wished this planet was around when they first lived. They could have had so much fun here. Smiling when someone approached, they almost laughed when they asked if they were a Jedi. “Oh no, no I am not a Jedi I am afraid. I never took their classes, never read their books. The force however, yes does course through my veins. I was brought here by the time variances, from a very long time ago. Still, it was my pleasure to help where I could. I’ve come to understand the power I demonstrated is frowned upon by the Jedi, but, it seemed to be the only thing that took down those monsters, and apparently saved lives. I am Stassam Char by the way. Who might I have the pleasure of meeting?” 

[artfuldarthness]

finitefm​:

he   knew   it   was   sick   but   malak   felt   more   at   peace   than   he   ever   had   since   being   dragged   to   this   time.   these   yuuzhan   vong   invaders   were   dangerous   threats,   the   beginning   of   a   war.   and   he   could   fight.   it   seemed   like   that   was   what   he   did   best.   what   gave   him   PURPOSE.   meetra   might   not   have   liked   it   but   –   fighting   was   simple.   it   was   easier   than   struggling   with   past   crimes   that   he   did   not   remember.   he   could   twist   himself   out   of   shape   for   the   safety   of   others   and   he   could   be   GOOD   at   it.  

he   straightened   up   when   someone   approached,   brows   furrowing   slightly   as   he   recognized   stassam.   AGAIN.   he   was   not   sure   what   to   make   of   them   but   they   had   always   been   polite   enough.   ❛   mr.   char.   i   am   as   well   as   i   can   be.   yourself   ?   ❜   a   small   smile   flickered   as   their   last   sentence   though   one   could   call   it   grim,   a   nod.   ❛   this   won’t   be   my   FIRST   war.   if   that’s   what   it   comes   to.   ❜   he   was   utterly   certain   that   it   would.  

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   Waving a hand when they were called Mr. Char. “Mr. Char was my father, whom at this point has been dead for very long time or at least I would hope so, or else I would be quite disappointed he dipped out of my life when I was but only eight years old, and yet somehow has managed to live to over a hundred years old. Stassam will more than suffice for me.” When they were asked how they were by Malak, they shrugged, and then smiled. “Things are much different in this time than my time, they are certainly much more exciting. I however, personally am doing fine.” Nodding when Malak admitted this wouldn’t be his first war. “How interesting.....when I was first alive, I lived at what was deemed the heights of peace, and prosperity. I suppose, I must ask should it come to war, can I trust on you to be my ever diligent protector, since you have so much more experience in these matters than I?” 

[artfuldarthness]

“i don’t believe you’ll destroy me now.” ( from bas )

   "Bastila, I have never once planned on destroying you. Since you've met me, tell me, have I ever done anything to harm anyone, except that creature trying to kill everyone around it? I have used my money, my belongings, and my influence only to do good. A little bit of force lightening in a dire moment shouldn't shape your entire viewpoint on me."

[artfuldarthness]

“The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil.”

   "When you live the lifestyle I do you simply have to be flexible or else the back pain you will suffer is indescribable. That and the devil is far more fun to limbo with than most anyone else, unless you can limbo with a Kaminoan."

[artfuldarthness]

Stassam’s Outfit to the races on Canto Bight

[artfuldarthness]

   Arranging it so that they would meet who they wanted to meet when they wanted to meet them was something of a forte for Stassam now, and they had their eyes set on another officer of the remains of the Empire. Hux, while a useful puppet, still weaved his own webs and plots, and could in turn at times be an unreliable narrator, that was why Stassam needed more eyes and ears within the Empire. Even if this was just another spider that would weave its own web, and try to tell its own story, Stassam would be able to piece together the overlap and figure out the true state of this Imperial Remnant.

Smiling as they approached, “I am so sorry to bother you, but you just look so familiar, have we met before?” 

@allegiantson

[artfuldarthness]

threeofsabers​:

“Then it would seem that we have something more than archaeology in common.”  They were goading her; Third’s gaze sharpened, but aloud all she gave was a light giggle.  “I so hate to disappoint you, my friend, but I am here for my own entertainment only. The pleasure that others inevitably derive from my charming company is purely incidental.”

Third paused at Stassam’s choice of words. He sensed their powerful aptitude with the Force, but was it enough to summon lightning to their fingertips? Third Sister, herself, had only managed the feat in a moment of overwhelming grief that night. If Stassam’s claim was true, they would do well to be more cautious… but that never had been their forte, and their gauntlet’s thirst for power compelled them to be reckless.  “Something altogether more practical.”  The glittering folds of her shawl stirred to reveal the gauntlet on her left hand, its silvery body inlaid with delicate ribbons of blood red.  “Interested in assisting me with further study?”

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   “As life should be, pleasure should never be forgotten and you should find it wherever you can, whenever you can. These events are so much fun for me because I choose to find pleasure in them, even where others would most likely find extreme boredom. But alas that is their problem, not mine.”  A smile growing on their face as they considered, the one before them for a few seconds, Stassam could feel the force in them, and they were curious were they one of the knights, or perhaps something else entirely. Not strong enough to be a full Sith, and certainly too dark to be a Jedi. When the gauntlet was revealed, Stassam smiled a little, eyes scanning over the artifact. 

“Hmmm  perhaps I would be. Are there any details you can share on what you have seemingly found? Such as where you found it, how you found it and so on and so forth. Or would they be far too salacious?” 

[artfuldarthness]

generally-scheming​:

   Once Hux got to his knees and started talking about knowing what Asmodeus wanted the Sith Lord rose an eyebrow, the hand on their knee only confirmed what they suspected Hux thought that they wanted, which only prompted Darh Asmodeus to laugh in his face. 

“Oh General, I am flatter that you would be so willing to deliver such services, you must be in such awe, being in the presence of an actual Sith Lord for once in your life, and not whatever that child is. However, unless you actually wish to give me oral pleasure, I have absolutely no desire to use you like that.” 

Leaning back in their seat in the sauna, Asmodeus casually reached to pull their own towel off, throwing it to the side of the bench. “It is your choice, you can go ahead and pleasure me as I tell you what my plans are going forward, or you can take the seat next to me, but know this, it is entirely your choice to make. I am not going to force you into anything you don’t want to do, beyond not suffering heat stroke in my presence of course.” 

[artfuldarthness]

   With all that was going on the galaxy, Stassam was working in overdrive to spread their influence, ensure alliances were kept, and that what they wanted to see happen, happened. They would still have to continue their little project around Malak, knowing that the Sith Lord of old had to be lurking within this Jedi facade. Despite the additional help they would be getting from this chaos, they knew that it would be a task that required time and patience. So they approached the Jedi when they had the chance with caution.

“Malak, so funny to be seeing you again so soon. I hope all has been going well for you in these truly chaotic time. I know though, better times are on the horizon for us all, and as an esteemed Jedi, I am sure you know better than most on how to survive these trying times.” 

@finitefm​

[artfuldarthness]

jedisensitive​:

at first she didn’t feel anything – she too distracted in her own thoughts, the feeling of being lost in the ocean without an oar to pay attention to the movements in the force the way luke and ben had tried teaching her to do. it wasn’t until this stranger was just behind her that rey realized they pulsed within the force. she could feel it. her skin prickled. she turned to face them slowly, careful to keep her features steady. if she had learned anything before and since coming here, it’s that it was better to be a nobody, like she’d been once before. nobody. “interesting theory,” she said humorlessly, and shook her head. he was wrong. all she’d ever done before was try to reach out, and now, despite having people to whom she could reach, she felt… different. “if you ask me, the real difference is the intergalactic threat.”

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   “Ah yes, the intergalactic threat.” Stassam smiled at the stranger. “Yes, they seem to be on many people’s ever growing list of worries. I can understand why, they were rather terrifying at that little new year celebration.” While Stassam had been able to kill one of them, they were proving to be a rather large pain when it came to their plans. They killed without reason, without any seemingly methodical thought. It was proving to be a massive problem. “I have nothing but faith that the Jedi, and the New Republic, and even the Imperial Remnants will be able to come together and ensure that the galaxy is saved from this threat. It is after all, all in their best interest.” 

[artfuldarthness]

seventhsith​:​

“char.” she greets, striding towards him as her helmet automatically slides back from her face, baring the pale green skin and collection of red and black tattoos beneath. she takes the slick black covering into her hands, shaking hair free as she reaches him, dark strands cut short once again. “i must say,” a wry smile crosses her lips, “i wasn’t expecting to hear from you again. rumors said you’d moved on to far different ventures.” she laughs, grin and yellow eyes glinting mischievously. “some of your company … interesting choices on your part. but to each their own.”

a shrug, as if dismissing both thought and veiled insult. “but i’m sure you didn’t bring me here to hear gossip that has undoubtedly already reached your ears.” arms cross, gloved hands slipping naturally into the position as she surveys him, curious and craving of the inevitable offer or information she was bound to take from him. “nor to hear tales of my recent adventures. i survived the attack, as did you. what more is there to tell?”

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   “And what is so interesting about my company that would indicate I was moving on to different ventures?” They let out a small chuckle, this novice is the force clearly had much to learn when it came to maximizing your realm of influence, “Within the realm of business the wisest investor makes sure their portfolio touches every industry so that way they always have a winning horse. I am simply an investor of relationships, which you can certainly never have too many of.” 

They smiled, “On the contrary, I am always willing to simply sit down and gossip. Half the truths of the galaxy are built on gossip, how do you think anyone knows anything about anything? As for the recent attacks you would think that there would certainly be more to tell. Survival alone is so boring.....when there is so much more when you are living, rather than surviving.” Letting out a sigh, “The real reason I invited you here was to inquire into you next steps as a force user associated with the First Order, it seems your friends, and so called siblings keep disappearing one by one. Does that not make you worry for your safety?” 

[artfuldarthness]

“ hell is empty, all the devils are here. “

- from rava

   "Good, that means being here will be far more interesting. Devils after all do make for a far grander time then angels."

@malastres

[artfuldarthness]

“Someday you will have to answer for your actions, and it may not be so merciful.”

   "Oh, dear Bastila, I already answered for my actions once before, and you know how the force responded? By bringing me to this year. What more could it do to me?"

@exemplaries

[artfuldarthness]

for malak ! 📜

Malak: Stassam... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Stassam: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Malak: Malak: I wrote sanitize, Person B.

@finitefm

[artfuldarthness]

📜

Padmé: What is your biggest weakness? Stassam: I can be uncooperative. Padmé: Okay, can you give me an example? Stassam: No.

@fearlessenator

[artfuldarthness]

jedisensitive​:

@galacticsopens​    //    open.

rey had taken the trip to takodana because it was one of the very few planets that still had some sort of communication ability, however limited. there were a few others, of course – but she would be stupid to risk a trip to coruscant, considering it was still under imperial control. she may have been a nobody in this timeline, but it was a foolish risk, and she worked very hard not to take those. and takodana was… special.

of course, once there, once her holonet device showed signs of working… she realized she didn’t know who to reach out to. everything felt so different, now – the world was familiar enough in its way, but the way she felt within it… it was wrong. she barely felt like she belonged in her own skin, let alone in this galaxy. what if all her friends were different, too?

rey stood on a hill overlooking maz kanata’s palace, holonet device hanging loosely in her fingers. even now, as used to the diverse galaxy as she was, the beauty of takodana and it’s abundance of botanical life took her breath away. “what am i doing?” she asked herself, voice barely over a whisper.

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   Stassam had made many trips to Takodana, this one would be no different. It offered a lovely little hive of characters, and one never knew who they were going to find lingering about Maz’s castle. Stassam was currently making their way to her castle when they felt a presence in the force, one that they were not going to let go unnoticed. So instead they choose to survey the hills around the castle, enjoying the natural beauty of the world of Takodana, and it was a beautiful world, no one could deny that, and it was important to enjoy the beauty that the galaxy held within it. That was when they saw the figure holonet device in hand, ah yes many more people would be here simply because it was one of the few worlds where you could reach out to others. 

“It would seem you are trying to reach out to someone, but who that someone should be is the question. Ironic, when we could contact anyone in the galaxy we wanted, we never seemed to want to reach out, and now that we can contact barely anyone, it seems we are all rushing to try and find a way to.” 

[artfuldarthness]

generally-scheming​:

More steam? That’s what Char had to say? Their dismissive attitude made Hux’s fury run even hotter. His face twisted first in disbelief that Char could possibly ’just know’ about an injury he had perfectly concealed, then in indignation at their attack on his military capabilities. But before he had the chance to launch a counterargument, Hux let out a sneering, clipped laugh at their grandiose claim.  “You? Oh, please, Char, do at least keep your delusions of grandeur within the realm of possibility. The spoiled art collector killed a creature that even a Jedi war hero didn’t dare face? That put the leader of the Knights of Ren in a medbay? I would love to see you prove it, but until then, why don’t you stick to pretty paintings and rolling around in piles of credits—whatever it is that you get up to in your copious free time. I will take care of the war.”

By the time Char commented on his uniform, it was drenched in sweat and clinging to his body. And yes it would feel much better to get it off, but he was not about to let Char win this petty little power game.  “I did not take the towel because I do not need it. This is not a social call!  I do not have time to join you for your frivolous spa day. I have a war to fight. If you would like to win it, you will increase your funding to cover improved heat shielding for the First Order fleet and expansions to our weapons development program. If not, do not waste my time with these… outrageous requests. I most certainly will not take it off. Give me your answer, now, and I and my uniform will walk back out of this steaming hell.”  Hux couldn’t help wiping his brow—ugh, his hair was ruined. His chest heaved with every breath, and despite his best efforts, any fool could see that he was barely holding himself upright.

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   Stassam smiled at Hux’s laugh, and allowed the General his little tirade, he wouldn’t have many more in their presence, so Stassam elected to let Hux have this moment. “You mentioned the Jedi, whose pacifistic ideals hinder their power, so many Jedi would have been so much stronger had they allowed themselves to tap into the wellsprings of darkness. As for the lead of the Knights of Ren, I imagine these knights are like the Inquisitors I have met, and if they are, then their power is far eclipsed by a true Sith Lord.” Stassam’s smile turned darker, “Not the spoiled art collector, Stassam Char did not the creature, the creature was killed by Darth Asmodeus. What do I do in my copious free time? I plant the seeds of ascension for the Dark Side of the Force. I am working on a road map to ruling the galaxy from behind a curtain as I had so many decades before. You want me to prove my power? I doubt it.” 

Stassam rolled their eyes, smirking at the General. “Now, now I can’t have my guest suffering heat stroke right before me, what kind of host would that make me after all? You asked me to prove my power, so be it. Let me help me, follow my simple order.......” Without raising their hand, Hux was now stuck in place, “It is time you learn the true power dynamics of this relationship, General.” As Stassam spoke, the screaming of Hux’s fabric’s stitching could be heard, and slowly pieces of cloth fell off his body one by one, before finally all was left was the General’s boots and dog tags, using the force to push him onto his back, his boots flew to Stassam, “These are good quality boots, now that you realize who’s presence you are before, I would recommend kneeling before the current reigning Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Asmodeus, because remember you are nothing but a tool in my grand scheme, and you are not irreplaceable.” A smile returning to their face, “And then, my protocol droid will be more than happy to bring you a towel.”