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Darth Talon by Rob Halfpenny

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Talon couldn't help but to give him a positively devious grin. The Jedi expected the worst of her, which was fair, given that Sith usually engaged them in combat on sight. Added to that was the fact that he must be startled about her existence at all. Master Dooku had kept her hidden for a while, but now she worked to further his plans.

"Perhaps I just decided I want handsome company tonight?" she teased. Not that her assessment of his looks weren't accurate, he was indeed handsome. But inviting the enemy to bed was the most stupid way to die she could think of.

"Or perhaps I'm just in the need of a native." Her motive was still vague enough to remain mysterious and - hopefully - unsettling to him, but it made obvious that she wasn't going to eat him alive. "I assume the Jedi got you young, like they do with all their initiates. Still, you may be useful." Whether he had seen much of Esverr or not, the Force connected him to his home planet in a way it didn't do for those not born on it.

Considering he had reached down at his belt, she assumed he must be missing his lightsaber. Talon didn't have it, and it had not been on him when she found him. Perhaps it rolled away, or someone must have taken it. Deciding to bluff, she made him an offer. "Your lightsaber in return for your assistance. I could use a tour guide for an old temple."

Darius's head ached and it was hard to think, but he kept his eyes on the scarlet twi'lek. Darth Talon. Darth was a Sith title like Darth Maul or Darth Tyrannus. How many Sith were there in the galaxy? Hadn't Master Yoda said there were only ever two Sith in the galaxy?

His mind strayed along that plane of thought, his concussion making it difficult to focus. He reached down to his belt to feel for his light saber, but it was gone. Had he lost it when he was knocked out or did the Sith take it?

Still struggling, he tried to reach out and feel what was around him but found force condensed too tightly around the Sith to sense everything else in the immediate area.

'Che'voc,' he thought and flinched when she put her fingers to his temple, but found the invasion painless and brief. Not something he expected from a Sith. But that didn't stop the mortification of her announcing just how he'd been rendered unconscious.

Darius groaned and resisted the urge to rub his face with embarrassment. He, an Esverran native and Jedi apprentice, had not only let his mount be spooked, but had been unseated because of it!

He ran a hand over his face and looked at her, weighing his options. She'd found him unconscious and not only let him live but brought him to her ship alive and mostly unharmed. His mind burned with a million questions, but one shouted over the rest.

"Why?" he asked, fixing his gaze on her sulfur hues. "Why did you bring me here and drag me back? What are you looking to gain?"

Was she going to bring him to the Separatists? Was she going to toy with him and then kill him? If not... what was she going to do?

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They were progressing from one type of dance to another. It had only been a matter of time. Perhaps they could have continued like this, if not for the trophy they even fought for. Both wanted to claim this holocron and its existance made any kind of mercy impossible. "Are you certain that you want this?" She left 'I had been willing to spare you' unsaid.

He made his choice, and she saw the resolve in his eyes. There was no way he would back down now, not now, after she had fanned the flame and showed him that she was a fighter worth dominating. It was a shame though. She enjoyed their tumble. Under different circumstances it may as well be on a bed, entangled by sheets, instead of on a dusty ground. "Very well then. Let it not be said that Darth Talon is cowardly."

In an instant, Talon sprang to her feet, backwards and away from him. While in the air she grabbed the hilt of her lightsaber and ignited it, being the first one to bathe the chamber in a sharp, red glow. The familiar thrum of the plasma blade was comforting. Talon was usually at a disadvantage when not attacking first, so she would have to be smart about this. Already did she study their surroundings closely, noting any kind of advantage the architecture could give her.

Making eye contact with him, she reached for the wildly vibrating holocron. She expected him to jump into action any moment and was ready for it.

The moment they rolled, dust rising around them like smoke from a ritual fire, Gabriel felt the burn of her strength coil around his waist. Her legs were no idle threat—they were the strike of a warrior honed in art and violence. The shift in her weight, the pulse of the Force—she was no pretender. She was earned. And she’d just made that clear. He hit the ground on his side with a grunt, her weight forcing them through the motion like a storm reclaiming the sky. And then—there she was again. Atop him. Breathless, grinning, radiant with the thrill of the contest. Her laughter rang in his ears, not mocking, but exhilarated. For a moment, it stirred something deeper than mere rivalry.

Gabriel lay still beneath her for a beat, breathing hard, not out of exhaustion, but calculation. He studied her again—closer this time. Her pulse echoed in the Force, wild and alive. So was his. "So do I," he said, voice lower now, husky with a quiet intensity. "You don’t hold back. I respect that." He flexed his fingers where they still wrapped around her arms. Not to restrain her, but to feel the tension, the energy buzzing beneath her skin like charged plasma. Every strike, every twist of her limbs, had purpose. She didn’t fight for show—she fought to define.

His lips curled—not in amusement, but approval. "You’ve been taught well… but you’ve also made the teachings your own. That’s rare." He shifted slightly beneath her, his tone shifting with it—still sharp, but edged with something deeper. He let the silence sit for a moment before continuing, golden eyes locked to hers. "But you know as well as I do… power only matters when it's challenged. Strength isn’t confirmed in solitude. It’s proven—here. In the dust. In the sweat. In every bruise you don’t regret." The holocron pulsed behind her like a beating heart, its call ever-present, yet momentarily overshadowed by something greater: this collision of wills, of bodies, of dark-sparked curiosity and mutual restraint.

"So take it," he murmured, voice low and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take the prize. But know that nothing you claim in my presence will ever go uncontested." Then, slowly, deliberately, his hand released her arm and drifted down—not toward her, but toward his side. His fingers curled around the hilt of his lightsaber with quiet finality, the gesture not rushed, but precise. A silent declaration. Not a threat. A promise. He didn’t ignite it—yet—but the tension in the air shifted, thickening like a storm gathering on the edge of battle. The intimacy of the moment twisted into something sharper, more volatile. He was no longer testing her. He was preparing. Because like her, he was not holding back.

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Ph. Bakya

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seeking, yearning, reaching hands

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May The 4th Be With You!

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Darth Talon

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whenever somebody responds with “I beg your pardon?” assert your dominance by announcing “Then Beg.”

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She felt his presence more keenly now and it alerted him to his awakening. He still looked groggy and was clearly confused and disoriented. His pupils were blown wide, so he must be suffering a concussion.

"I'm Darth Talon. You're on my ship." Surely her name didn't mean anything to him, and her ship could be anywhere, which made for an unsatisfying answer. It didn't tell him whether they were still on Esverr, which they were, but she liked to see him squirm a little.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was weakened, Talon placed crimson fingers on his uninjured temple and began to gently skirm his mind for the occurences of the last hour. It was a painless process and only took a few second until she stopped, removing her fingers. "You fell of your mount."

It was both meant to be a helpful push for him to come to his senses and surprisingly amusing as well. She bit her lip, trying to stifle an amused smile. "I found you laying on the ground and carried you here."

It hadn't been meant to be anything more than a scouting mission. Esverr was a large, heavily forested planet filled with innumerable species of flora and mega fauna. Kagliasaurs were one of them, and as common mounts, they were plentiful. It had been such a mount that had unseated the young Jedi when his small party encountered an equally thin-numbered group of Trade Federation scouting droids.

For Darius, the fight had been brief as his Kagliasaur had bucked him and run off, leading the clones to fight as they rode. Thinking their leader was escaping to warn the others, they followed the stampeding Kagliasaur, leaving their fallen leader behind.

The world was slow to return and Darius head throbbed. The gentle web of the Force glittered faintly in his brain and tingled in his fingertips. But there was something else there - something that pulled the Force in like a black hole, making it dense and loud like the scream of a raging sun.

Darius tried to pull away, a soft groan escaping him. What was it? Or was it a who? If it was, who was it? No one he'd ever felt before...

Blearily, the young Jedi opened his eyes, blinking as he looked around. A bed. A wall. A house? No... a ship?

He stopped when the spotted the force-dense presence, a red Twi'lek with jagged black tattoos. He swallowed with stiff recognition. He didn't know this woman, but he knew the darr'thumbur or Dark Side of the Force when he felt it.

"Who're you?" he asked quietly. "Where am I?"

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This was too easy. Talon knelt down next to the unconscious Jedi, feeling cheated. She had looked forward to a glorious fight where she had to subdue him, yet he was already laying here when she found him. Oh well. Talon lifted him up, stronger than her small form suggested. She carried his limp body to her ship, which awaited nearby and once inside, laid him down on a bed. He got knocked over the head, which explained his bleeding temple. "Who got you like that?" she chuckled and opened a first aid kit to take out a package of bacta. More importantly, who knocked a Jedi unconscious and then let him live? Talon pondered over that, while spreading the bacta over his wound and cleaning the blood away with a towel. Then she waited for him to wake up.

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I want to point smth out before the new Maul show is released, and in case the twi'lek really is Talon: @mutatiio and I had Maul train Talon before it was cool >8(

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Ahsoka vs Talon. It was fun to do.

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belly_che

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you don't have to apologize to anybody, including me.

So he claimed, and technically, his words as Emperor were absolute. But Talon did not believe them. Too deeply ingrained were her Master's lessons about failure. Failure meant weakness, and to a Sith, weakness meant death. The shame was hard to shake off, despite Emperor Cal's mercy. Talon's entire body was covered in tattoos that spoke of her victories and told the tale of her immense power and superiority over those who lost to her. They served as a constant reminder that winning and succeeding was the only option. She inclined her head, accepting his mercy outwardly, but remaining torn. "Thank you, your Majesty. I promise, I won't fail you again."

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To another it may seem strange to see the regal Senator so unsure of herself, but not to Talon. She knew that Padmé was human, had many layers and consisted of many facets. She had perfected her role as a politician and leader, but this role as lover was new to her. "I simply have more practise than you," Talon smiled, encouragingly this time. She wasn't mocking Padmé. "You simply were not ready yet, and your thoughts are very valid. It's not always easy to be laid bare before someone. It's an odd phenomenon with strangers. I know I will never see them again, hence I don't really mind if they see all of me. But a lover is here to stay, and you will have to face him again after the passion wears off. It's totally natural to be hesitant."

Talon's first time being totally exposed to a man had been in dimly lit place, where neither of them had seen much from other. Both had been acolytes in training and drunk on lust for each other. He had devoured her in ways completely new to her, and he was definitely the reason why her own sexual apetites had awkaned. As for how to get over the fear, shame and hesitance well.. "You could give it more time? Or try liquid courage. Remember that he loves you. Every part of you and that you do him a favour! You grace him with the opportunity to see all of you, and he is lucky. He should be nervous, not you."

within mere seconds, padmé's thoughts must have made a full circle of emotions strongly revolving around appreciated straightforwardness and the unexpected level of shyness coming with the 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 art of intimacy. her lips remained slightly parted as her mind sought for a swift response to something that'd left her underprepared for a discussion she'd indeed started herself. ❝ stars with you, i— yes, yes that is what i meant ❞, she confirmed to talon in a somewhat thin voice, fingertips still picking at the hem of her dressing gown. the strangeness of not being the calm, collected and potentially more knowledgeable one made her feel defenseless in a way that managed to be both stressful and important at once. in a sense, asking about such could be considered a sign of trust, and when talon took her hand in her own and led them out from the wardrobe, calming the moment by bringing them back to the comfort of bedside, padmé started to feel like her delicate matters were in safe hands, as difficult as they were to put into actual words.

❝ i can't understand how you manage to make it sound so natural while giving that knowing smirk of yours ❞, she murmured. after brushing some loose curls behind her ear, she nodded her head and ignored the feeling of unnecessary embarrassment warming her cheeks. after all, no talk could be had if she was to keep teetering on the 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬. ❝ he suggested it, yes, and i wanted to try but i said no ❞, padmé worded her thoughts, frowning. ❝ so it is not that i wouldn't have wanted him to. it's just... when someone does it, they will see quite literally everything. am i thinking too much ? ❞ there was a short pause before she glanced at her fierce protector. ❝ how did you get over it ? ❞