#arc trooper uj'alayi

[purgetrooperfox]

propaganda (elevator pitches) ⬇️

Nocte (sw):

is CMO of the Coruscant Guard. fiercely loyal to the Guard. deeply wary of the senate, with very few exceptions. he's my oldest oc and probably the one y'all are most likely to have heard of. integrated into arcs with many of my friends' ocs/fics/whatnot <3 what else goes in his elevator pitch,,, known to take kids and younger clones under his wing, protective to a fault, low tolerance for nonsense. beat around the bush at your own peril. questionable bedside manner. manwhore tendencies. I love him, you love him. he's been transplanted into [checks list] cod, tlou, and bebop

Uj'alayi (sw):

is an ARC trooper, used to work with the Shadows then got brutally injured and had to transition to the CG. owes his life to Quinlan Vos and is disgruntled about it. guard dog coded. his bite is exponentially bigger than his bark. on the surface: quick to laugh, quick to joke, charismatic and personable without being overbearing. this may or may not be a mask he wears. will lay a beat down on just about anyone if they Cause Issues for Fox. in the relationship of all time with Lane Hurosa (another of my ocs)

Bones (sw):

is marshal commander of the 410th recon corps under Bastra Vargdan (another of my ocs). traits include: CQC specialist, confounded by the concept of the Force, at least partly responsible for getting a gambling ring going in the GAR (has a poke face like nobody's business). outside of working hours, he's laid back, easygoing. stark contrast between On-Duty Bones and Off-Duty Bones. encyclopedic knowledge of regs, but flexible adherence to them sometimes. big brained tactical strategist, ended up teaching Bastra a Lot about like. how to lead a corps

Bastra (sw):

my Jedi 👉👈 trained by Sifo-Dyas so dookudyas is very dad-coded to him. specialized as an Investigator, excels at undercover ops. also has quite a bit of integration into my friends' oc arcs and stuff <3 buddies with Obi-Wan, gets on pretty well with the TG and CG since he spends a chunk of his time on Coruscant. ummmm he takes a Padawan like 10ish years before the war, somewhere in that range. he's a goofy guy, real stiff and formal a lot of the time but it lets up around people he trusts. of course I know him, he's me etc etc. he's currently getting transplanted into cp2077

Lane (sw):

is a journalist on Coruscant. they spend a Lot of time in the senate district, very good at schmoozing. certified flatterer. charming, if you will. always asking one million questions that senators do Not want to answer, which results in bans from various spots around the city LOL honestly they're just neat idk what to tell you. they stay following risky leads and getting themself into binds. they're squinting very hard at the details of how the Republic acquired a clone army

Myn (sw):

is a smuggler in the early Rebellion era. also a relentless optimist, sees the very first scraps of resistance and buys in immediately. IF somehow Nocte’s alive at that point, Myn's the one who tries and probably fails to sell him on participating in the rebellion

Vio Selnes (sw):

owns and operates a 24h diner on Coruscant. this diner gets heavy business from clones leaving 79s. connections to the clones leads to scattered connections with the Jedi, leads to the restaurant being used as a rendezvous point from time to time. part of Dexter Jettster's network

Jag (mk):

is part of the Kahn Guard when Kotal's in power. he was raised by the Shaolin Monks until he bailed, moved to the States, got into all sorts of illicit activities. Kung Jin eventually moves onto his couch and joins his crew. those illicit activities land him in a stint with the Black Dragon, which is a real lesson in Kano Is A Bastard. when Erron jumps ship, Jag goes with him. he's kind of an idiot, full of trussed issues, gay as hell, will bring a knife to a gunfight or a gun to a knife fight

Rose (mk):

is part of Danver's crew from before he went BD. the brains of that whole operation. she's severely underdeveloped unfortunately but I promise she's very cool. computer nerd. minimal filter on her in the best way

Eyes (cp2077):

is a ripperdoc with more focus on ripping than doc-ing. from Pacifica, got a long time connection to Mr. Hands. wound up in Maelstrom pretty young, cut his teeth on committing atrocities and revolutionizing Maelstrom's uhhh forcible cyberware implantations and general torture methods :) was real loyal to Brick, so Royce wrecked his shit when he took over, meant to kill him but he managed to get out. winds up on Viktor Vektor's table for recovery, tries very hard to turn over a new leaf. he's a fucked up bastard of a guy I shan't lie. compels me though

[foxafterdark]

LEO MORE LIKE LFG

can I get “leave the heels on." for ujalane OR “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy.” for ujalan(??? Quin and uj)

~Lo

[ prompts ]

bestie you can just say you want Uj to bottom wksbjdbddj ANYWAY I can't stress enough that I didn't edit this but I hope you like it anyway kiss kiss <3

prompt: “leave the heels on”

pairing: ARC Trooper Uj'alayi/Lane Hurosa

tags: 18+, M/NB, OCxOC, M receiving oral, M receiving anal, off-screen drag

wc: 2k+

posted to ao3

Sipping a glass of something electric blue and too sour for their taste, Lane shoves a hand in their pocket and shifts impatiently. Heavy bass thumps rhythmically through the walls, vibrating against their shoulder. In all honesty, they haven't been waiting that long, but excited anticipation makes their fingertips itch and their thoughts staticky.

Like he's fully aware of Lane's admittedly thinly veiled antsiness, Uj meets their gaze in the mirror and smirks. Partially removed eye makeup is streaked and smudged across his face, dark greens and black like shadows from harsh light.

These nights are rare, when Uj slips into a different kind of mask than his helmet. Dramatic pigment and careful contouring cast an illusion over his features, disguising tattoos and scars as temporary cosmetics, tweaking the appearance of his bone structure. In shifting and pulsing club lighting, most wouldn't even recognize him as a clone.

Fewer still would look past the padding and carefully hung fabric that obscure his figure, falsifying curves where none exist and drawing the eye away from broad shoulders and heavily muscled arms. Lane knows him well enough to see through it, but it's an extremely effective shield from bigoted eyes.

"I can practically see the gears turning in your head," Uj interrupts their ogling with the ghost of a laugh on his lips. "Care to share?"

Lane hums and scratches his nails through the back of his hair, carefully de-tangling sweaty curls. "Just thinking about how good you've gotten at this."

Leaning into their touch, Uj snorts softly.

It may not be the answer to his question, but it is true. The first time Lane was granted the privilege of an invite to one of his drag shows, he was still unsteady in heels and clumsy with eyeliner. He was still visibly uncomfortable. It's a far cry from the easy confidence he exudes on this night, fresh off the stage and glowing despite the exhaustion he must feel.

"I had a lot of help," he eventually says, resuming his efforts to scrub away makeup with a thoroughly used wipe and only succeeding in making a bigger mess of his face.

Shaking their head with a huffed laugh, Lane swivels his chair around and plucks the wipe from his hand. "You missed a spot."

"You gonna help me get it?"

"Hm. Maybe." After reaching past him to deposit their drink on the counter, they curl a finger under his chin and tilt his head up. "This is kind of a look, though. Very racoon-esque."

Uj's lips twitch as he fights a smile. "Just wait, I'll singlehandedly bring it into style."

"I think you should start going out like this all the time, to make sure it catches on."

"Maybe I will."

Despite their best effort, Lane cracks first, laughing brightly and bending over to Uj's eye level. "Coruscanti fashion won't know what hit it."

Whatever Uj would've said is muffled when Lane cracks first, again, and crushes their lips together. He tastes like cheap liquor and tobacco and it's nasty and it's intoxicating. They clamber onto his lap and only bang their knee once in the process. It's well worth it when Uj groans into their mouth, wraps his arms around their waist, and stands like they weigh nothing at all. Their lekku curl with approval, even after Uj drops them onto a ratty couch.

As distracting as the broad, bare expanse of his chest is, as much as they want to lean forward and bite into the meat of his shoulder, that's not what does them in. It's the clothing he still has on that makes their mouth suddenly go drier than sand. Namely, the thigh-high, black leather, high heeled boots. Before he can press them back into the cushions, they stagger to their feet.

Lane's height advantage over him is turned upside down as they look up at the self-satisfied grin on his face. Heat surges through their core. Abruptly, because it wouldn't work otherwise, they flip their positions so Uj is seated with Lane standing between his thighs. They murmur a curse and sink to their knees.

"You're a sight, jun tol," they say, running their palms up his thighs to tug at the tight material of his underwear.

"You're eager, cyare," he counters, even as he shifts to comply with their silent request. Lane pulls the offending garment down and off when he lifts up, but stops him before he can unzip his boots.

They brush their lips against the tight leather and murmur, "Leave the heels on."

His breath leaves him in a broken sigh, but he relaxes back onto the couch. Resting their cheek on his knee, they have an excellent view. Though untouched, his cock is hard and flushed, curving against his lower abdomen. Dark, trimmed curls fade into a happy trail, up his stomach - soft over thick muscle - to his chest. His cheeks are flushed and his pupils are blown wide. Waiting.

Lane watches with rapt attention the way breath catches in his chest when they drag their tongue across the leather encasing his lower thigh, then has to look away to suck a hickey into the skin above. Their own pants are getting uncomfortable, but they're determined to ignore it for the moment. They trail wet, nippy kisses up Uj's thighs until they reach the crease of his hip and bite down gently. A muscle in one of his thighs jumps and a calloused hand twitches on Lane's shoulder.

Part of them is tempted to drag this out. It's not often that Uj hands over the reigns like this, much preferring to hold tight control and give rather than receive, and the urge to savor the opportunity is strong. The burn of arousal and alcohol inside them is stronger. The overwhelming smell of musk and the salty taste of sweat and the press of thighs to their sides are all stronger.

They lick a long stripe along the underside of his cock, just to feel it jump against their tongue, before sealing their lips around him and hollowing their cheeks. Uj lets out a low moan that goes straight to Lane's groin. Only by wrapping one hand around his ankle and the other around the base of his length can they resist touching themself. The slide of velvety skin over their tongue is also an excellent distraction. Their eyes flutter closed as they focus in on the whisper light touch at the back of their neck and the stretch of their jaw and the strain in Uj's legs as he fights not to buck his hips.

And that just won't do. Lane hums around him and sinks down until their nose brushes thick curls. Uj blows out a harsh breath, speaking rapid-fire Mando'a that they can't understand, but his tone betrays desperation. The head of his cock nudges at the back of their throat, cutting off their air until they shift back, pressing their tongue up and sucking hard, then sink down again. They set a slow, intense pace. Swallowing around him punches a moan from Uj, curling their tongue around the head of his cock gets the slightest thrust up into their mouth. If their mouth wasn't full, they might smirk at how quickly Uj unravels.

He's never been much good at holding himself together when Lane goes down on him. Despite themself, Lane might let it go to their head. Just a bit.

Bobbing their head faster, they move a hand to lightly brush their fingers against his balls, then further back. With practiced motions, they knead just so, up, and there.

Uj swears loudly.

Every muscle in his legs goes taut and his hips snap up, testing the limits of Lane's gag reflex. Their brain goes a little fuzzy as he holds them in place and fucks into their mouth. Everything narrows down to his cock, hot and thick and heavy, chasing wanton pleasure.

Lane's pants are inordinately tight and decidedly uncomfortable, but they've come like this before. Untouched, on their knees, grinding against whatever grants a ghost of friction. The filthy promises spilling from Uj's lips and the ache of his cock at the back of their throat are like a drug.

On a particularly rough thrust, they choke, swallow, groan, and Uj comes down their throat. His hand is tight around the ba k of their neck, holding them down, and they can't breathe, and they can't think beyond sharp satisfaction. Distantly, they feel their lekku entwine in a tight twist. Right when their lungs start to burn, he lets them up to suck in a breath.

"You'll be the death of me," Uj declares, his voice thick with naked lust.

Swallowing hard and still panting shallowly, Lane grins up at him. "Only if I actually manage to suck your soul out someday."

He huffs a laugh and lets his head drop onto the back of the couch. Lane takes the opportunity to stand and press a kiss under the corner of his jaw. "I wanna fuck you," they murmur, scraping their teeth against his ear. Uj shudders. "Wanna bend you over this shitty couch and see if I can make you come again on my fingers. Then I wanna fuck you."

"Fuck," he replies, eloquently.

"You want that?"

"Yeah."

"You have lube?"

"At the counter. Top drawer on the right."

"Perfect." They kiss him a last time, letting him lick past their teeth and undoubtedly taste himself, then shuffle across the room to get what they need.

"You're wearing a lot of clothes," Uj remarks as they turn back to him, shucking off their shirt in the process.

"I was distracted." He doesn't move until they pause between his knees and tug on his hands. "C'mere."

With an exaggerated grunt, he straightens and pushes to his feet. It's impressive, his ability to stay steady in heels and kiss Lane like he's trying to consume them and maneuver until he's sandwiched between their body and the arm of the couch. His fingers drop from their jaw to their belt, deftly unbuckling it and loosening their pants enough to slip his hand inside. The sudden freedom and friction - just his palm grinding against their boxers - is enough to draw a soft moan from them.

They really won't be able to last long.

So they squirm out of Uj's grip and raise a brow at the all-too-innocent look on his face.

"What?" he asks.

"Just trying to guess what you're plotting in there." They tap a finger to his forehead before squeezing his hips and turning him around, brushing their lips against the back of his neck. "Now bend over for me, spitfire."

His knees don't bend when he doubles over and plants his elbows on the armrest. Palming his ass, Lane plants a kiss high on his back, just beside the plating around the socket for his cybernetic. As expected, Uj rocks back into their hand - eager - as they trail kisses down his spine.

Neither of them have much patience left. Uj rumbles a deep groan when lube-slicked fingers spread him apart, generously coating the rim of his ass and letting him adjust to the cold. He's tense, but clearly trying to shove aside his nerves. "Come on," he rasps, angling to fuck himself back onto their fingers.

"Easy," Lane murmurs. They rake their gaze appreciatively over the rippling muscle of his back and squeeze his hip, a gesture of silent support.

For all of the tension corded through Uj's shoulders, he takes Lane's finger with ease. He pushes back as they press inside him. He whines, high and needy, when they can't get any deeper. And gods—

"You're so fucking tight," they breathe, burning, aching.

Maybe they rush a second finger after only a few languid thrusts, but Uj meets them with enthusiasm. Curling their fingers against the bundle of nerves inside him earns them increasingly desperate noises and increasingly incoherent babbling. A third finger follows the first two.

"Lane," Uj says through a pitchy sigh, "if you don't fuck me now, I'm gonna–"

They withdraw their fingers and shove the rest of their clothes down around their ankles in a smooth motion. "Gonna what?" they ask, slicking themself and lining up with the fluttering entrance to his body. "Leave? Turn the tables?" Demonstratively, they grip the back of his hair, tight. "I think you'll take what I give you, whenever I give it to you. Won't you?"

Before he can answer, they rock forward just enough for the head of their cock to disappear inside him. And it takes everything to stop there. Lane can hardly think.

"Yeah," Uj moans, mercifully, "I'll take it– fuck– please."

"Good boy."

Only knowledge of Uj's limits lets them fuck down into him in one long, hard thrust. Tip to root, they bury themself in the furnace-hot vice of him. The pace they set is unforgiving - fast and hard enough to shove Uj down onto his elbows. They're pressed close enough to feel the leather of his boots against their knees. They're deep enough to feel every contraction of muscle, every ripple and rush of arousal. Again, the world narrows, this time to Uj's hole ceding to them like there's no other care out there. Like he was born to take them.

Desire drips like liquid flame down their spine and pools lows in their stomach. "I'm close."

"Me too," Uj sobs into the crook of his elbow.

"Gonna come in your ass," they carry on, largely on autopilot. "Gonna make you feel me tomorrow, with every little cramp."

"Come in me–"

"'Cause you're mine."

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

Digging their nails into his hips with the force of their grip, Lane snaps their hips forward and true to their word, paints his insides. Pleasure explodes behind their eyelids like fireworks and twists through their core. Everything fades out for a beat before ebbing back. When they blink they eyes open again, they're collapsed onto Uj's back, still buried inside him.

Swallowing colorful language, they slowly, carefully, pull back and out to a way shlap. Uj huffs, but Lane is past caring about involuntary bodily noises. Instead, they wait for him to sprawl onto his back and then situate themself comfortably on top of him. His chest makes a wonderful pillow, and they tell him as much.

"Oh, thanks," he snorts. "I see that's all I am to you, an all-purpose body pillow."

"Yep."

"Ass."

"Yep."

"You're lucky I'm happy to be your body pillow."

They hide their smile in his chest, breathing him in. "I know."

[note: Ryl is tricky but I'm using "jun tol" to mean "my fire"]

[jekyllnahyena]

I'm not sure how well you know my ocs so feel free to ignore this, but 🔀 and Uj?

(now that I’ve writte it all down, I’m sorry this turned so fucking long. Self restraint n all. Not capable of it)

so, I just spent so much time reading up on him. I am hurted. ok, I’m going with Jackal. (I thought of Lockup, but he’s honestly too much of a ‘lets barrel through your problems i don’t have the time for this bullshit’ person. His need to headbutt Uj would be very high honestly) 

Jackal is going to be weird for Uj and they’re going to care, a lot. Thing is, it’s practically impossible to lie to Jackal because they understand people by gauging the meaning of words via force ability. They can read lips, but it tends to be quite hindering on the battlefield with everybody wearing helmets. Which means that the very easy going and happy nature Uj puts on a lot, will not work. 

Jackal stares at him very intensily the moment he starts talking to them, asks him to follow to the sparring room and hands him their lightsaber, signing him to ‘go off’. He’d prob be quite confused, but they’d pat him on the back and show him different stances and wait till he’s comfortable enough to maybe do some light sparring. Have Lockup come in, show Uj how they regularily fight with the commander and how they joke around their kids. 

The day would probably end with Jackal offering him cigarettes, gently try and nudge his side and tell him to come by if he ever wants to learn how catch a lightsaber in the middle of the battlefield, it’s an important skill of their battalion.

A lot involves sitting Uj down and just talk honestly, let him see himself as much as possible in their presence and idk, let him rest with it all. Tell him some of the idiocy they’ve pulled, show off the pictures they have of their kids and what the best napping places around the ship are. If he ever gets comfortable enough, I think those two go and pull some pretty insane stunts and Jackal would be cackling so much when he wilds the saber for the first time on the field. They’d try and bribe him for more ways on how to fuck with Quinlan and tell Uj some of their most embarrising padawan childhood stories. 

Like, they’re both very boisterous on the day to day, both are people to do something crazy, but Jackal is older and has worked through a lot of their issues already and know that yes, that’s what they’re feeling. This is not something I put on, let’s help you see that you don’t have to be. They’d try very hard to let him lose it all for a bit, so Uj can sit and let himself actually feel it all for once. And then try be there for him as he builts it all back up. 

To sum it up, Jackal see he’s hurting and they try their best for him to see that nothing of this will ever define his worth while he gets to maybe sit a bit with no expectation put onto him, except that Uj is tries to be there for himself.

(also, they’d yeet Quinlan into a fucking wall if they ever hear of his assholery. as much as they live for kindness, they’re ready to bite heads off and what he pulled does not fly near them)

[purgetrooperfox]

🙏Doth thou have eine liste of your OCs??? So we may ask questions about them?? bitte

I don't,,,, YET but this did give me a kick in the ass to put together a decently comprehensive one (bc I've been meaning to for ages)

if tumblr's search functionality works at all, I do tag all of my oc posts here and on ao3 as follows 💃 idk how populated these tags are but they're the ocs I think about the most

#leocs - is my catch all oc tag

this is my ao3 collection of fics featuring my ocs

star wars ⬇️

#clone medic nocte - is my most developed oc, he is corrie guard cmo

#arc trooper uj'alayi - he is arc trooper, he is mostly corrie guard but I also throw him at the shadows

#bastra vargdan - he is jedi investigator, he absorbed so much of my personality that he's almost a self insert

#lān'drien "lane" hurosa - they are journalist on coruscant

#clone commander bones - he is commander under bastra, he is severely underdeveloped

cyberpunk ⬇️

#desmond "eyes" gallagher - he is ripperdoc for maelstrom

call of duty ⬇️

#atama "nocte" te rangi - he is nocte starwars transplanted into cod, he is field medic with tf141

mortal kombat ⬇️

#danver "jag" hakka - he fell in with the black dragon and may or may not have a redemption arc, he mostly lives in my gdocs drafts

[purgetrooperfox]

tagged by @certified-anakinfucker ✨️

favorite oc: you dare make me choose? probably Nocte (swtcw). he contains multitudes. he transcends star wars. he is everything. I'm also terribly horribly fond of Uj'alayi (swtcw) my beloved bb

newest oc: aw man I don't remember,,, it might be Danver "Jag" Hakka (mk) tbh. he's probably the newest that I ever think about

oldest oc: Nocte was my first ever, unless Fox (swtcw) counts

meanest oc: actually yeah does Fox count?? if so, definitely Fox. if not, Krayt (swtcw)

softest oc: Lex (swtcw) is all heart ;-; biggest softie of all time

most standoffish/aloof oc: I was thinking Bastra and then remembered that Griffin (swtcw) exists. it's Griffin. poor thing has trust issues that won't quit and chronic flat affect

dumbest oc: book-wise is Danver. he's a dumbass, bless his heart

smartest oc: I had to think about it but this one goes to Uj. he's like disarmingly smart and versatile

horniest oc: Nocte 💀

oc I'd bang: Lān'drien "Lane" Hurosa (sw) 👉👈 not my fault they're fine as hell

oc I'd be besties with irl: Bastra Vargdan (sw) has a lot of my personality poured into him so we would probably get along like a house on fire. our we'd hate each other. there's no middle ground there lol

no pressure tags! idk how many of y'all even have multiple ocs lol @voidika @canichangemyblogname @calamity-aims @roofgeese @gaeasun @lost-on-kamino @arthurmorganstinkydick @hamburgerslippers @brother-genitivi @babygirl-leon-kennedy

[purgetrooperfox]

Could you tell us about Uj'alayi's dating sim route? If you're taking more of these that is!

[if my ocs were in a dating sim, whose route would you pick?]

of courseeee dating Uj is like Extreme Hardcore Difficulty mode 😌

getting past the phase where he's really friendly! but also keeping you at arm's length and actually not revealing much about himself at all is the hardest part. first you have to figure out that you're in that phase in the first place. this is probably the most fun phase on its face, he can be the life of the party! the funniest mf in the room! upbeat and sunny! but you must persevere and shatter the illusion <3

beyond that though, some of the exaggerating falls away. a more honest and vulnerable version of him is much quieter and (obviously) more dynamic. love language of ✨️quality time✨️! he's perfectly content to silently share a space doing his own thing while you do yours! loves to learn and try new things! let him take you to a drag show, it (he 👀) won't disappoint! he's not much for drinking but absolutely wants to go dancing! expect him to be available at extremely weird hours! don't go in expecting romantic gestures to take the form of elaborate gifts, but do expect them to take the form of surprise visits or "I found a copy of that book you mentioned" or food he cooked/baked! definitely expect to have to stop to pet or check on every animal y'all walk past and to meet Hound's entire fleet of massifs

[purgetrooperfox]

hi! I'm new here, could I possibly get a sparknotes about your oc's? -🍉

hello! welcome! I'll do my best to condense some of my guys lol I've been meaning to post some character sheets on here so maybe this will be the kick into gear I need. you can find my oc fics on ao3 (same username) in a collection on my profile as well!

putting some of my more Frequently Mentioned sw ocs under the cut!

Nocte (he/him) is my Coruscant Guard CMO

he was trained to be the designated medic for an ARF squad, but extenuating circumstances at the start of the war resulted in his assignment to the Guard. acting as CMO means he doesn't get much field exposure but he's well-trained for it when need be

back on Kamino, he thought the Coolest thing one could be was a Mandalorian. he did not, however, like many of the Mandos he met

he's loyal (sometimes to a fault) to family and generally distrustful of politicians

he has a soft spot a mile wide for kids and shinies. very protective of them. like. extremely protective

buddies with Fox. vaguely disapproving of most things Thire does. knows Monnk and Wolffe from when they were all cadets

he has a bit of a reputation for recklessness in his personal life. work hard and play hard amiright

a year and change(ish) into the war, he starts a uhhhh kinda sorta relationship with Kit Fisto. bear with me on that, I swear it makes sense and I'm actively working on a fic with the context. in some (several) verses, he gets into a relationship with both Kit and @/spacerocksarethebestrocks' Dara. and sometimes @/penguinkiwi's Ashe is mixed in too

he's close like 🤞 with @/dilf-archivist's Saleese. she's the only Senator he trusts

after the rise of the Empire, he watches the slow disintegration of his unit until his chip errodes, shorts, and he's killed in the process of breaking some of the younger troopers out :)

he can be friends with your OC too 👉👉

Uj'alayi (he/him) is an ARC trooper

[R art cred: @/maiseey]

initially assigned to work with the Jedi Shadows. he was kind of cocky, and butted heads pretty hard with Quinlan at first. they made a good team once they got on the same page.

about halfway through the war, he suffered a Traumatic Incident, nearly died, lost his arm, nearly died again (via decommission), ended up with the Guard. in the new role, he works primarily with animal handling and occasionally takes the odd assignment with the Shadows on the side

tbh his personality changes a lot after the Incident, in ways I can't concisely explain in a blurb

he's generally pretty easy-going, quick to laugh and joke, gets along well with most people on a surface level

avoidance through humor was always one of his coping mechanisms, but it comes out in force after the Incident

occasionally goes back to Tipoca to help train new batches of ARCs and argue with Alpha-17

once he decides he trusts someone, it takes a Lot to shake that

he gets purge-troopered after the rise of the Empire and gets a squad of stormtroopers to oversee

your OC will have to put in work to be his friend 😔

Lān'drien "Lane" Hurosa (they/them) is a journalist on Coruscant

they're from Ryloth (b. 48BBY) and claim to have used the experience of growing up there amid significant political and social turmoil as motivation to get into reporting

sticking their nose where it doesn't belong has gotten them in a not insignificant amount of trouble, which is how they first met Quinlan Vos

their work puts them in proximity to the Senate fairly regularly and they're usually good at networking among them, regardless of their personal politics. there are exceptions to this though

friends with Saleese <3

they're pretty skeptical of the Jedi tbh. kind of just squinting at them over steepled fingers like "okay you say you're not beholden to politics but..."

Quinlan introduces them to Uj early in the war and the rest is history (they're together off-and-on until order 66 and the fall of the Republic)

several years later, they join up with the Rebellion. I haven't hammered out all the details yet but they get to be Ezra's weird old uncle (gn)

they do have that fuckign Rylothian (French) accent and I think it's hilarious

they'll be friends with your OCs if they aren't dirtbags 😌

Bastra Vargdan (he/they) is a Jedi Investigator

[I borrowed his undercover outfit from mk erron black]

he was born (57BBY) and lived on Dathomir until he was like six y/o. Dooku was the one to scoop him and take him back to the Temple, at the behest of his community. fun fact, he went back to Dathomir to get his tattoos done by someone in his village, per tradition

he's in Quinlan's age/crèche group

he's a known buddy and bully (affectionate) of Obi-Wan Kenobi

Sifo-Dyas took him as a Padawan. Dooku had varying levels of influence over his training by proxy, which included making sure he's at least proficient in Makashi. his primary 'saber form is a blend of Djem So and Shien (V)

he was Knighted by Mace Windu after a three-year solo mission undercover with a gang of slavers in the Outer Rim. Sifo-Dyas was only able to act as his remote liason, and only for a year before he died. one of Bastra's home visits was for the funeral

he's been assigned big brother to @/certified-anakinfucker's Omura

when she comes of age, he takes @/certified-anakinfucker's Kimni as a Padawan (Kimni is kinda sorta our joint OC now I guess???)

a lot of his spare time before taking Kimni on was spent in the crèche, helping out with the littles

his role during the war flits between backing Obi-Wan up in leading the 7th Sky Corps and investigative work. he is less than impressed by this. especially the part where he's supposed to bring his Padawan to the frontline

he spends. basically his entire tenure after getting Knighted fighting with himself. let's say he touched the Dark during a low point and has to work to keep it at bay for the rest of his life. and he manages not to Fall

he survives Order 66 by the skin of his teeth and goes into hiding. he does some merc work and bounty hunting to get by, but steers clear of the Core

the Inquisition catches up to him in the end and he dies in Imperial custody on Nur in 14BBY

he'll be friends with your OCs ✌️

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what I'm telling you right now is that Uj literally named himself fruitcake

[purgetrooperfox]

oc kink guess: uj likes to be tied up :smirk:

what kinks do you think my ocs have?

you. you understand him. it's about relinquishing control and having to TRUST

[purgetrooperfox]

UJ? 👀

Uj beloved Uj adored

[purgetrooperfox]

Do you have any other SW OCs than the four you shared a bit about in a previous ask?

oof I have quite a few sw ocs! if you're curious about any of these guys (gn) you can lmk and I'll give you more info + probably some art heehoo

Nocte is the one I probably talk about the most :) he's CMO of the Coruscant Guard and the oc I've had the longest! he's Gruff Protective Brother and Soft Dad Shaped. he uhhhh has a situationship with Kit (Fisto) and then gets absorbed into the Empire after O66

Uj'alayi is an ARC trooper who was assigned to the Shadows and then reassigned to the Guard. he lost his arm during an assignment with Quinlan :) and he gets turned purge trooper after O66

Lān'drien (Lane) Hurosa is a twi'lek journalist on Coruscant who mostly does investigative work. they date Uj off and on throughout the war :) if they live long enough, they go on to meet Hera and Kanan and co during the Rebellion

Bastra Vargdan is a Dathomirian Jedi Investigator. he was raised/trained by Sifo-Dyas (and Dooku ofc bc they're husbands), grew up with Obi-Wan and Quinlan, works with the 212th in Some capacity during the war. he survives O66 but at what cost :)

Vio Selnes owns and operates a 24hr breakfast diner on Coruscant :) she gives discounts to the GAR, is buddies with Dex, and often hosts troopers who leave 79s early in the morning and need food in them stat

Kat Guthvani is a leader in the early days of the Rebellion :) I have an abandoned fic that starts with her busting Cody out of the Imperial Army. I also paired her with Rebellion-era Ahsoka. they are in lesbians

Buzz is Nocte's unofficial second in command medic guy :) he's my most beloved bald bastard (affectionate) man. for some reason he tends to click well with people Nocte struggles with

Amy(gdala) is a young medic in the Guard. she and Lex were basically adopted by Nocte

Krayt is a medic in the 212th and he's genuinely a dick :) dude has no idea how to bedside manner

Griffin is one of Fox's batchmates who ended up in the Kamino Guard/KamSec for the first half of the war. it was Bad. there was a lot of experimentation done on him before he got away. he goes to Coruscant afterward

OH and then there's Nocte's old squad !! because he was originally trained to be the designated medic for an ARF team. it fell apart when the war started and they got scattered

Vee was the oldest, the CC, he was deployed to the 212th (Foxtrot Group). he was KIA on Sarrish

Diem was like. Nocte's twin. the sniper. he went to the 501st and was KIA on Geonosis

Hard Knox was the demolitions expert. he was KIA when Ventress took the Tranquility

Tether was the sniper. he and Nocte were like 🤞. he was KIA by friendly fire on Umbara