#Aja Yetter

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Jorgan is known for eating unlabeled food in the conserver.

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Aja:

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MT-4T aka 'Shorty', the smuggler's sidekick droid:

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“But for all the rules and regulations telling me otherwise, you’re the one thing I’ll never give up.” ------------------------------------------------------------------- A little thing I drew for @carterashofficial of Aric Jorgan and her trooper Aja Yetter, as a "thank you" for all my anonymous prompts she's filled :)

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WIP of Aja dragging Jorgan (did he eat her food again? probably. Did she make an aak-dog food sandwich? likely. get rekt catman)

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Prompt list: “It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

“Dammit Yetter,” hissed Aric under his breath.

She hadn’t actually done anything. It was more that ‘dammit yetter’ had inadvertently become his go-to swear, regardless of the responsible party, even if she was the usual responsible party.

But the furious letter from his mother didn’t involve Yetter at all.

Aric read the holo-mail again and still felt like the words were scalding him through the screen. It was a holdover from when he and his brothers were kits. The three of them were litter-mates, thick as thieves, and when one got in trouble and didn’t fess up, the three of them were punished collectively.

Now as an adult, hell, now as an X.O. for Havoc, he still felt like he’d gotten in trouble for something his brother did that Mom didn’t approve of.

“Dammit, Aget. Dammit.” Aric pushed the datapad away and leaned back, tipping his chair onto the two back legs and rubbed his temples.

Of course Aget had to find a girlfriend and imprint on her. Of course. And of course Mom had to have her over for dinner, and invite Aric and Amek in the hopes of convincing Aget that this girl wasn’t the one for him because of some reason Mom had invented.

It’d been happening for years. Probably since right before the three of them went off for basic training and Mom found out about the first girlfriend.

But now he’d imprinted.

Aric knew how bad it could be. He’d imprinted on the squad rookie. Exactly he shouldn’t have, for various reasons. She got under his skin and irritated him like an infectious rash, and somehow he still imprinted on her when she nearly lost an eye.

“Dammit, Aget.”

“I DIDN’T DO IT!” bellowed a voice from the bunks.

Damn imprints.

Aric sat up and the chair legs clacked against the floor. “Not you, Yetter!” He could almost picture her eye roll in his head. An idea struck him, a horrible, sneaky idea that would at least let him suffer through the dinner and survive. “Yetter! Office, now!”

Bootsteps thudded sullenly from the bunks. “What?” 

“I’ve got a plan I want to run by you.”

Aja Yetter appeared in his doorway, stealth goggles pushed up her forehead and making her fur and hair stand up in every direction but a flattering one, scar that barely missed her eye looking stark. Her uniform wasn’t tucked in, her regulation pants were pooled around her ankles, and she was wearing carpet slippers four sizes too big. “I’m kinda in the middle of something. Sir.” Her whole five-foot-nothing frame radiated sass and irritation.

He decided to tolerate the attitude. This was almost respectful for her. “I… Yetter, shut the damn door. I’ve got a personal problem I need your help with.”

She frowned, but did as she was told before perching herself on the box of dud grenades in the corner. “How personal?”

“Very.”

Yetter didn’t wait for him to continue. “If this is about something medical you don’t want to bring up with Dorne because it’s ‘personal’,” she began, doing air quotes. “I haven’t passed my first round of medic exams first so I can’t prescribe any, uh, uplifting drugs,” she said significantly.

Aric’s train of thought hadn’t even left the station. He was too busy grappling with everything she just dumped on him. “What?”

“You know…” She glanced down briefly. “Up-lift-ing.”

Oh.

His temper flared. “Dammit Yetter, it’s nothing medical. My mother’s having me and my brother go with our third brother on his dinner date to our parents’ house. Because our mother doesn’t want him and his girlfriend together. I was going to ask if you’d like to come.”

Yetter looked confused. The only giveaway that she knew was she was about to say was going to purposefully rile him up was the gleam in her eyes. “So… tyou and your brother are going on a double-date with your other brother and his girlfriend to your parents’ for dinner. And you want me to… fifth-wheel?”

“No. Yes. No to the double-date. You and me would just be third and fourth wheeling. Or fifth or whatever.” Aric felt a headache coming on. “My mom’s probably going to have some neighbors over in the hopes that me or one of my other brothers will have a life-mate-at-first-sight moment.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and swallowed his pride. “I’m inviting you so I don’t have to talk about family dramatics for the whole night.”

Aric cracked open an eye to see her grinning.

“Oh, I get to meet your mom?”

Oh no.

“Yes,” he answered suspiciously.

“And this is your mom who knitted you that sweater with your initial on it.” Yetter looked positively delighted.

“Dammit, yes, that is my mom. Now are you going to come to dinner or not? It’s at the end of next week.” Aric put full effort into his glare, the same glare that had fresh cadets terrified of him and even made officers that out-ranked him balk.

She was immune to it. “I never say no to free food.” Yetter turned to to go.

Aric had to have the last word. “And, Yetter. For the record… everything works down there.”

Why did I say that? Force-damned imprint. Shit.

Yetter slowly turned to look back at him. “So…uh…. Yeah. That wasn’t the best joke, sir, but thanks for setting the record straight.” The corners of her mouth twitched. “Since you’re always so cranky, can I guess it’s a lot of solo jobs?”

“LATRINE DUTY, YETTER!”

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10 OC Facts

Tagged by: @ofmistandrain (thank you!)

Tagging: anyone who wants to but specifically @skullinacowboyhat @starrypawz and @kilshade

Let’s go with Aja since I haven’t dealt with her lately

Aja’s parents were in a speeder crash, her father lost his leg from the knee-down. Aja’s mother was pregnant with Aja and her litter-mates, and while doctors did everything they could, only Aja and one sibling survived. That sibling passed away a couple hours later in the NICU. Aja was the only kit who survived being born so early.

Aja’s father Barri absolutely hates droids (speeder crash was caused by malfunctioning pilot droid), and barely tolerated his hover chair.

Aja learned to cook at a young age, courtesy of her father wanting her to be able to make herself food in case some thing ever happened to him

She joined the military since she didn’t exactly have the grades for college and got bored easily with minimum-wage jobs. Military let her run around and learn new and exciting things like how to fire an assault cannon

Speaking of assault cannons, Barri saved up and took extra commissions (he makes quilts) when he found out Aja was going into the military and liked assault cannons. Why? So he could commission a specialty cannon that’s a smaller, extremely lightweight version of his old one. Aja’s barely 5 feet tall, and her custom cannon is her pride and joy.

Aja also stands on things like chairs and crates when she thinks people aren’t taking her seriously b/c if her height and age. She is quick to anger and isn’t afraid of a latrine duty to call Jorgan out on his shit.

She gets her scar right after Chapter 1 of the trooper story. Note: Aja isn’t in charge of Havoc; she’s the stealth specialist. She and Jorgan take the Esselles to Coruscant and go through the events of that Flashpoint. the Sith boss at the end gives her that scar, and Jorgan ends up imprinting on her.

Aja keeps her hair short b/c her dad had no idea how to style hair, and his solution with a 4 year old who wanted braids was to cut her hair short so it was a non-issue. Now she likes it short so it’s out of the way and requires no effort

Aja absolutely hates it when Jorgan steals food from the preserver and once made him an aak-dog food sandwich. Jorgan ate it and had no idea it was pet food. Another time she left pickled aric’s tongue (a disgusting delicacy for Imperials *shudder*) in a baggie and Jorgan ate that, too. She is now invested in what she can label as food and have him eat it.

There has been at least once incident of her getting covered in snow and, since she’s got very little body fat, she gets hypothermia quickly. When the Republic base medical officials warm her up, they use the equivalent of a hair dryer so Aja emerges looking super fluffy. You tease her, you’ll get a knuckle sandwich

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Reference Images below the cut, and yes the Hat is it's own character at this point

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“Should I see if the Imps have an extra sense of humor lying around in this warehouse, Jorgan?”

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I drew some quick sketches of fluff of some of my swtor couples

and then there’s Aric and Aja.

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Scouting Balmorra (at night)

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#20 on the prompt list for a character of your choice

“I want to spend the rest of my life annoying you.”

“YETTER!” Aric ran an hand down his face and stared up at the ceiling.

Why, why did she have to-

“Yes?” Sme smiled sweetly from the doorway. “Is there a problem?”

He kept his expression calm. Or, to put it accurately, tried to look calm. “I had leftovers in the conservator. They had my name on them-”

“Oh I know.”

“Where are they?”

Aja grinned spitefully. “Currently being digested by me. I ate them.”

“DAMMIT YETTER!” He’d been looking forward to that turnover, he’d been thinking about it all day… She did it on purpose. His name was on it. And she ate it. She was proud of it. Aric leaned down. “Rookie…” he growled.

She feigned confusion. “I’m sorry, Sir, I can’t hear you over all my leftover you ate. You know, the ones with my name on them?”

She- “You are this close to having latrine duty for the rest of your life.”

“But that’s not what I want to do for the rest of my life.” Aja matched the look in his eyes. “But then, I want to spend the rest of my life annoying you, you food stealing, strict, hard ass of a-”

“LATRINE DUTY FOR THE WEEK.”

“GOOD. I’LL BE GLAD TO DEAL WITH EVERYONE ELSE’S SHIT BUT YOURS.” Aja glared at him and spun on her heel, pausing to look at him from the doorway. “Oh, and that turnover? Delicious.”

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[text]: Come on, come to the party!

Aric tapped his fingers on his desk.

He wasn’t the partying kind. Havoc knew it. The Deadeyes had known it. He was the proverbial wet blanket, and he knew it.

Yet the Spec Ops Life-Day party was in full swing in a rented-out high-end cantina just a couple districts over, and Aja had messages him. 

‘Come on, Jorgan, come to the party’ the short little message read. Following it was a holo-selfie of her, Orannus, Dorne, Vik, and General Garza with a resigned smile.

He was sorely tempted to go. But he wasn’t… fun.

His datapad dinged again and it was another message from her.

‘They have peppermint candies.’

Another ding.

‘I know you can see these, Sir, so come on or I’ll get Hallow to order you to have fun.’

Fine. He’d go. Because she’d be relentless in getting him there, and he didn’t need thirty-something messages in the next hour clogging up his datapad.

“Happy Life-Day, Sir!” Aja handed him a flute of a suspiciously pink drink. “It’s pepermint flavored. Drink it. You’ll like it.”

Aric eyed her and took a sip.

“Good, now come on, Hallow’s going to try karaoke in another room.”

He didn’t have time to protest as she dragged him through the crowd. “Rookie-”

She bobbed around Forex. “Don’t worry, I’m not drinking, or singing, tonight. And you better save me a dance.”

“Dammit Yetter, I don’t dance.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, then your in trouble because apparently Captain Jorgan is a hot commodity with a lot of the younger brass.” Aja perched on the back of a couch and grinned up at him. “Do you know how many Sergeants and Lieutenants have been asking when you were going to get here?”

Stars above-

Oh no. Aric glared down at her. “Is this why you were so adamant about me coming? So you could laugh at me at me being flirted with? Dammit, I don’t like parties, Rookie, and-”

Her smile had slipped off her face. “What? No, Jorgan- No, no, no, I didn’t think of that.” She played with the hem of her shirt, suddenly self-conscious. “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. It was just meant to be a joke.”

He sighed and cooled his temper. “See? This is why I don’t like parties. I don’t always get the jokes. And I don’t dance.”

“Then don’t dance.”

“I won’t.”

She was still playing with the hem. “Um… there is a quiet area, if you don’t want to feel like you’re at a party. It’s over here.” Aja didn’t wait for him to say anything, she simply started weaving through the mingling people towards a pair of drapes that half-hid a balcony.

He followed her, and together they walked along.The music was quieter, Corusant’s endless lights kept the walkway lit, and it was peaceful. No crowd, no partying soldiers. The Life-Day decorations were still there, soft lights and dangling baubles swaying faintly in the gentle breeze.

Just him and Aja.

“See? It’s quiet and it’s technically still part of the party.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“And no one’s going to ask you to dance. And you can’t hear Hallow singing karaoke.” It seemed like she was speaking to fill the silence.

Aric bit his tongue, cursed himself, and then held out a hand. “Aja.”

“Yeah?” She looked up at him, then her eyes focused on his hand. “Oh, but you don’t dance, remember?”

He kept his hand there. “I don’t. But you’re…” Aric fumbled for the word. ‘Different’ didn’t sound good, she wasn’t a dancer herself, just… why did words have to be so damn hard to pick? “Just take my hand, Rookie.”

“Uh-huh.” Aja placed her hand in his and together they started swaying. “Sir?”

“What?”

“Do you mind a few pointers on your…” She cleared her throat. “Dancing?”

Aric shut his eyes for a moment. She didn’t believe in peace and quiet, not even during a life-day party. “If you have to.”

And he found her placing his hand a lot lower on her torso than he would’ve like.

“Yetter-”

“Listen, you don’t hold someone by the ribcage. I know you’re too damn tall, but you can reach my hip so you put your hand there. And- Stars, Jorgan you’re bad at this.”

“Thanks.” He spun them in a slow circle.

She relaxed after a moment. ‘Okay, you’re not that bad.” She rested her head on his chest. “But you-”

“Just shut up and let me do this,” he snapped. He paused. “Please.”

He could feel her smiling against him. “Yeah, yeah, fine.”

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L. A stolen kiss. For Aric and Ana pretty please?

Aric an Aja here we go!

The air conditioning unit hissed out a steady stream of cold air. The preserver in the kitchen clanked as it made more ice. A light flickered out the corner of his eye, buzzed faintly when it was lit.

Aric Jorgan tapped his fingers menacingly on the dejarik table, waiting.

There was a distinctly patient way he did it, sunk down into the cushions and hardly moving. He stopped his fingers tapping. Sniper training at its best. Not even his ears flicked at the buzzing from the light. And he certainly wouldn’t scratch the itch on his nose.

Major Hallow was… optimistically speaking, he’d be sleeping. Pessimistically, he’d be pacing and wide awake. Lieutenant Dorne, Yuun, Vik… the three of them were in their bunks.

Aric was waiting silently for the final member of Havoc.

The one who’d eaten his leftover sandwich.

Corporal Aja Yetter, stealth specialist.

He started tapping his fingers again.

The Thunderclap’s airlock whispered as it opened and shut, admitting a barely audible set of footsteps he recognized.

Aric stood and met Aja in the hallway, dragging her down into the cargo hold as a precaution. The volume of their… disagreements would wake everyone. He wanted to avoid that.

“Hey! What?” Aja glared up at him. Her eyes were squinting with exhaustion.

“You know what.”

“No, I don’t.”

He crossed his arms. “My sandwich.”

Her lips puckered sarcastically. “And?”

Aric was not in the mood for her games. He leaned in close, letting his pent-up irritation show. He’d really been looking forward to that leftover sandwich. “Dammit Yetter, you knew it was mine.”

“And it was delicious.”

“It was mine.”

“You ate my sandwiches all the time, Jorgan!” Aja went up on her toes to hiss at him. “I kept tally somewhere. And some of them you never paid me back, and some my dad made! Force help me, I think it’s okay if I eat some of your food once in a while after you ate most of mine! And do you have a problem with sharing? Or is it that you just don’t like being inconvenienced? Oh, stars, it’s okay to take the Rookie’s food, she just a Rookie. Well I got news for you, Captain Jorgan, I-”

Aric cut her off with a kiss.

She didn’t move.

He stepped back, resting his forehead on her’s. “Rookie, it’s fine. I… I probably deserve it after how many times I ate your leftovers. Get some rest.”

Aric had to gently tug her towards the bunks.

Aja’s lips were twisted in a shocked half-smile while she still processed the kiss.

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@aearyn commented something hilarious on this post which led to me drawing them smoochin’

She's also standing on a step-stool to be within kissing height

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Barri Yetter, his kit Aja, and her ‘bestest friend evah’, @delavairesslegacy‘s Eli (who ends up as the unofficial adopted son of Barri)