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cinlat · 4 years

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Blood in the Breeze: Ch 4 (Abandoning Old Ways)

Parts one and two of this series linked.

Summary: Zolah tries to come to grips with her new position in life. Fynta and Acina take a detour through the jungle. And, Jorgan loses his cool, while Theron and Lana play spy.

Chapter Word Count: 3,838 Chapter Rating: T Characters in Chapter: Zolah Holran, Vector Hyllus, Darth Nox, Fynta Wolfe, Empress Acina, Aric Jorgan, Theron Shan, Lana Beniko.

Dromund Kaas Upper Jungle Expanse

Fynta dragged herself off of the ground with a curse. The sodden earth squelched beneath her hands and feet, raising memories that she never let fully solidify. “Acina?” Fynta coughed on the acrid stench of burning wires and thermaplast casings, blinked through the trail of smoke in search of her companion.

“Here.” The Empress stood not four meters away, arms crossed over her chest. Acina’s scowl spoke more of disapproval than Sith wrath while she gazed on the swath of destroyed jungle that her shuttle had left. Fynta staggered towards the older woman, mentally ticking off muscles that would be stiff tomorrow. Thankfully, nothing felt seriously damaged.

When Fynta stopped, the Empress sighed. “I spent nearly two hundred thousand credits on that thing.” Orange shadows danced in the distance, casting demons that stretched towards them.

Fynta shook the mental image away. “Was it insured?” A spark ignited somewhere within and created another small explosion that died in the heavy air.

“Of course.” Acina’s tone carried the weight of a lifetime of assassination attempts, enough that something as insignificant as shuttle sabotage barely ranked more than a huff of irritation. “But, I really liked that one.”

When Acina turned, her amber eyes caught on something above Fynta’s head. With a click of her tongue, she picked a twig with little red berries still attached out of Fynta’s hair. “Are you hale and whole?”

Fynta flexed her shoulder, noting the grind but nothing suggested that it had popped out of socket again. “More or less. Hell of a tour you offer.” Aric’s going to kill me. The thought skittered through the back of her mind now that the adrenaline from the crash was beginning to wear off.

Acina tossed the branch away. “I thought you might enjoy the more rugged view.” Acina’s tone was drier than the Tatooine desert, but Fynta laughed anyway. Two shuttles downed in almost as many days left her with the notion that she was either the luckiest woman in the galaxy or cursed by some bored god. The thought made Fynta laugh harder.

“You are a strange one,” Acina commented, brow furrowed in that way Lana had when she was trying to get into Fynta’s head. That had bothered Fynta once, until she realized that she no longer had any secrets worth keeping. If someone wanted to root around in the dark recesses of Fynta’s minds, she hoped they were made of sturdy stuff.

Fynta winked at the empress, then tried her comm. She wished that she could be surprised when static answered, but that seemed to be the way things went lately. “Aric is going to kill me,” she mumbled. Saying it out loud didn’t make it feel like any less of a disaster.

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#blood in the breeze #fynta wolfe #theron shan #lana beniko #aric jorgan #empress acina #vector hyllus #zolah holran #darth nox/solish rasik #getting lost in the jungle #but not in a fun way

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cinlat · 3 years

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Whumptober 2021: Day 2

Prompt: No. 2 - TALKING IS OVERRATED: garotte | choking | gagged Characters: Solish Rasik/Andronikos Revel Affiliated Fic: Meet Me on the Battlefield

Word Count: 424 Rating: T

Andronikos Revel had seen a lot of messed up shit in his time. He’d been a soldier, thrown away and forgotten by a system that no longer held his loyalty. He’d been a pirate, betrayed and abandoned by his crew. Hell, he’d even challenged a few Sith in his time and somehow walked away with little more than some scratches and singe marks. None of that had prepared him for finding Darth Nox, the baddest ass of the galaxy, curled into a ball on the floor of her quarters.

“You okay, Sith?” Andronikos paused in the doorway, watching the steady rise and fall of Solish’s back. Her fur was matted on one side, hinting that she’d spent the entire night there.

Solish gave a languid stretch and rolled over to blink at Andronikos. His brows climbed higher at the glint of metal around her throat. His eyes lingered on the symbol of slavery, matching up with the scars that he’d felt around her spine.

As if reading his thoughts, the Cathar hissed and launched to her feet in a blur of movement that made Andronikos flinch. She didn’t attack him, but the slave collar clattered against the far wall with enough force to leave a dent. Andronikos found his courage and started to speak.

“Not a word,” Solish warned as she reached for the robe draped over her chair.

Andronikos nodded like he planned to obey, then spoke anyway. “Okay, but what the fuck, Sith?”

Sighing, Solish pinched the bridge of her nose. “I slept in a slave collar my entire life. I didn’t break free until the day my master died.” Andronikos knew that story. Solish had strangled the man with his own entrails. Until her story, he’d always thought that was rhetorical.

Moving with a casualness that he didn’t feel, Andronikos scooped up the bent metal, still baring the black marks from where she’d shattered the inner circuitry, and studied it. “Nah, I get it. There’s a certain fucked up irony to the things we carry with us.” He preferred weighted blankets since spending ten days in that cramped escape pod. He should go bat shit crazy any time he felt enclosed, but it had become comforting.

“Do what you gotta do.” Andronikos held out the collar, waited for Solish to take it, then turned on his heel. They’d carry on like it never happened, no feelings need be discussed, or choices justified. It’s why they worked so well. Everyone had a past, that didn’t mean it had to affect the now.

#whumptober2021 #no.2 #choking but in a metaphorical sense #Fandom: swtor #sith inquisitor #darth nox #oc: solish rasik #swtor fanfiction #swearing #mentions of former slavery

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cinlat · 5 years

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Solish Rasik. Darth Nox. Former Slave. Crazy Cathar. Anything Goes. Crazy about her Pirate. Murder Kitty. Unrepentant Thief. Protective of Kaliyo. Probably NOT the Best Candidate for The Dark Council. Not Allowed on the Alliance War Council. Fine With This so Long as She Gets to Kill Things.

#character chaos #solish rasik #cathar #sith inquisiter #easily the most fun i've had running the expansions

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cinlat · 6 years

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Villainous Qualities

Tagged by: @cavalier-life

Tagging: @salaciouscrumpet and @kunoichi-ume

So, listen, these last few weeks have been insane. I absolutely appreciate every tag that I get, and will get to them eventually. It just might take me a few days....or weeks. :P

(( BOLD always or almost always applies. | | italics are situational or occasional.))

Darth Nox - Solish Rasik - Cathar - Former Dark Council member, Sith Inquisitor, current Alliance adviser/mercenary.

Hira’niafan - “Hirani” - Twi’lek - Smuggler / Captain of the Petulant Bitch

Darth Kozen - Sith Pureblood - Former Emperor’s Wrath (He’s more chill, but 100% Sith)

#villainous qualities #darth kozen #solish rasik #hira'niafan #twi'lek #cathar #sith pureblood #sith warrior #sith inquisitor #smuggler

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