#hero of Tython

[spartanfoxart]

"You're afraid of me. You should be."

Some more of my Jedi Outlander from SWTOR.

[enchantmen-was-taken]

SWTOR Classes as Onion headlines

[frauleiiin]

Happy birthday Maverik'a! .⋅˚₊‧ 🜲 ‧₊˚ ⋅

For this occasion, I went and recreated the first screenshot I ever took of her! To think it all started 3 years ago on a laptop and here I am, making a birthday post for her <3🥹

Tython | 2025 vs 2022

Ramble and extras below ↓

3 years ago today, I started playing SWTOR with this young Padawan named Maverik'a, unaware of the journey ahead of us. SWTOR has become a safe space for me, I have been playing since I'm 17 and I couldn't be happier to still have this game in my life <3 Thank you Maverik'a for being there from the beginning and thank YOU (yes you 🫵) for loving her almost as much as I do <33333 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS BABE!!

(prettiest birthday girl btw)

[wvyld]

through the dark, through the light

[anchanted-one]

I found a sketchbook full of very rough doodles. About 1/3rd was Lana sketches. No, I'm not obsessed, I'm in love 😅

Here are some.

[lanabenikosdoormat]

back on my bullshit ft: jedi knight antics

[he1x1ed]

rip jedi companions

rip doc you wouldve loved my three weed smoking girlfriends rip kira carsen you would've loved cursing people out on twitter for not liking taylor rip scourge you wouldve nose exhaled at facebook boomer memes and held your phone in a weird way showing it to your kids rip t-7 you would've loved "you got a friend in me" rip sgt. rusk you wouldve loved the clone army (104 battalion specifically) rip qyzen you wouldve loved the hunters of artemis rip theran cedrax you wouldve loved character ai rip zenith you wouldve loved standing up for the pledge of allegiance everyday for school rip nadia you wouldve loved thrift store trinkets rip iresso you wouldve loved a vacation

[aeskanera]

Old Republic O/PCs:

The famed Jedi Knight, Hero of Tython

[spartanfoxart]

Slowly introducing you all to my small army of SWTOR characters.

Meet my Jedi Knight, Soha Taj, Hero of Tython and Jedi Battlemaster.

[jolyne-best-jojo]

[raven-of-domain-kwaad]

The Hero of Tython while on the run after being accused of leaking information regarding Tython's defenses to the Empire

dollmaker

[sullustangin]

New Fic!

Summary: As Eva continues to recover and rebuild herself, her first off-world missions are on the docket. Questions swirl around the fate of Port Nowhere and its crew: can it be recovered? If it can, Eva questions whether she or PN will remain with the Alliance for long, as her first birthday post-carbonite approaches.

Opening scene:

“Trust in the Force all you want, but make sure you know how to count,” Doc told Norwan as he spun his blaster once to cool it, then holstered it, smirking at the very nice shot he’d made.

Norwan tried to check a smile in the grim din of Corellia.  “They do teach basic mathematics at the Temple.”

 “I’d suggest a statistics class – many practical applications, including translating Rusk.”  Doc easily volleyed that right back at him, and Norwan felt the hot red blush on his cheeks --

Eva Corolastor shut her eyes and opened them again. 

The light, made hazy by dust and smoke, filled her vision before her eyes adjusted to the reflective surfaces on the buildings around her.  She smelled and tasted that tang of spent ozone.  Eva sat on top of a building ledge that wasn’t too far from crumbling now.   It had been hit by a bombardment, but not enough to collapse the roof or make the walls cave.  She gazed down at the ruined city that seemingly hadn’t changed in five years.

She knew that Coronet City had changed since the Imperial invasion, but Virtue’s Thief and her scanners had been in dry dock for awhile.  “I think he’s trying to reach me.”

Her companion in this holo simulation turned to her.  “Norwan again?”

Eva nodded at Theron Shan.  “This time with Archie – Doc Kimble.  They were here – well, there.”  Eva pointed down at a specific spot in the street, the sign for the zoo flickering on and off.  “I think Sana-Rae got it – Norwan is trying to reach me, but you-know-who is blocking the connection.”

“You wouldn’t have the connection without the Emperor anyway,” Theron said, his voice a little tired and flat.

Eva gave him a side-wise look before returning her eyes to the surprisingly realistic holos of animals in the streets, just they had been there five years before.  “Wasn’t the Hero of Tython a powerful Jedi who could appear to anyone he damn well pleased?”  A beat, no response from Theron.  “If half of Revan could do it on Yavin, I don’t see why Norwan – whole and undivided - couldn’t pay me a visit.” 

Theron still did not reply.  He didn’t add, “But the Emperor is more powerful anyway.”    They both knew that. 

Then Theron did speak.  “So at the end, he was …?”

“Free.  The Force set him free.”

“That sounds rather Sithy.”

“He said it was the only part of their creed that was absolutely true.” 

[wvyld]

[anchanted-one]

SWTORtober 4

SWTORtober 2: Knight

Here's Vajra, my Jedi Knight. Species: Raudra. They have four arms and a third eye.

[alyssalenko]

Complications

Lord Scourge finds himself dwelling on all his feelings before the final confrontation with The Emperor, afraid for his Jedi Companion and she does her best to be there for him. Also on A03 if you prefer.

Written for the SW:TOR Gift exchange for @ipreferfiction

He found himself watching her from across the room--his savior, his rescuer, his…complication. Two sides of the same coin, but polar opposites in the ways of the force. And yet, he was drawn to her despite all that--it was hard not to be when he'd been dreaming of her for three hundred years. A fact that had probably tinted his perception of her and truth be told, he hadn't expected a jedi…it should have bothered him more than it did. But now he couldn't imagine anyone else in the role--she'd freed him, accepted him into her crew, listened to him and made time for him…and he trusted her. More than he'd ever trusted anyone before. Who else but a jedi could make him feel like that? The beginning had been awkward and stilted between them, both of them clinging so desperately to their codes for protection. But as time went by, they'd eased into a familiar pattern, an easy repartee with the other that now they couldn't remember what it was like to not have the other around.

A fact that hadn't escaped Scourge's notice.

He actually looked forward to their talks now, loving how she challenged his way of thinking and he could do the same, Jedi and Sith finding the balance between their codes that neither side of the force wanted to acknowledge existed. He'd always been alone--wanted to be alone--never desiring another's touch or affection...but now? Now he craved it. He didn't even know when she broken down the walls he'd built around himself, but with all the time they'd spent together, falling in love had been the only logical conclusion and it had taken them both by surprise. Three hundred years ago, he would have fought against it tooth and nail–h e had a reputation he'd carefully cultivated as the Emperor's Wrath but now he was smitten. Somehow he kept revealing more and more pieces of himself, allowing himself to be vulnerable and exposed, but he'd admit it was a nice feeling. To give all of himself and get the same in return.

She was the one person in the galaxy that could keep up with him, that got him so completely without trying, going toe to toe and not backing down. She knew who he was, what he'd done in the service of The Emperor--and yet she still accepted him... loved him. He was the luckiest man in the galaxy and he wanted to return the favor, to protect her and learn everything about her. For what wasn't the first time, he marveled at her; how she was able to hold her own and not let crushing odds keep her down while also taking his mind off of their approaching fight with The Emperor. He hadn't been able to escape on his own and then she'd blown in and freed him from his servitude, with barely any effort. And despite their codes saying they should be enemies, they had found a common ground.

But he couldn't stop thinking about the approaching fight. What if they failed? What if she didn’t survive? What if she wouldn’t be around to challenge him and make him rethink just about everything anymore? What then? He didn't want to be without her after keeping her in his dreams for three hundred years and now having the real thing beside him.

"You're thinking very hard over here." She teased, making him jump--he was thoroughly unaware of when she'd crossed the room to his side…too lost in his own thoughts.

"I guess you just bring it out in me."

She rolled her eyes as she rolled up onto her toes and grabbed the lapel of his robes, Scourge letting her bring his face down to her level so she could press a brief kiss to the crease of his brow. The ghost of a smile flickered across his face; she'd turned his world upside down the moment they'd met--his Jedi. That was just it though: she was his...he’d felt drawn to her since the moment they met. Maybe it was the aura of power she exuded that didn’t come from her mastery of the Force; it came from her very soul, but underneath, there was a certain vulnerability—hidden where no one could see, she was headstrong, determined, good, and absolutely beautiful. He got to see a side of her no one else did, a side she hid under her growing list of titles and accolades from saving the galaxy. Scourge would never admit it out loud but he was very attracted to her—for more than just her looks, though those were incredible too. It was her presence; the way she inspired him and taught him to not take everything at face value and to be the best version of himself.

"Anything you'd care to share with the class?" That flicker of amusement in her eyes was captivating.

He drew her into the circle of his arms, chin resting atop her head. "It's nothing you don't already know."

With the way she was staring at him, he knew she didn't quite believe him but didn't push the issue. Scourge couldn't bring himself to voice the worst case scenario he'd been turning over and over in his head–if he told her, it'd give his nightmare more power over him and he couldn't let that happen. Wouldn't steal her focus from the task at hand. She sighed and rubbed her hands up and down his arms, wishing there was something she could do to stop the terrors that plagued his mind—it tore her apart inside that she couldn’t fix it. All she could do was try to be there for him and hope her presence was enough to push the fear to the back of his mind, even if they were always going to be lurking beneath the surface ready to strike…

"Scourge. You know I'm here for you right? Anything you need, you just have to ask."

He knew, but that didn't make things easier, so he just nodded. She sighed and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, before turning and heading towards her chambers, dragging him along behind her. He'd talk when he was ready, she knew that from experience and she'd be ready to listen, but for now she'd do her best to help him shake the phantoms from his mind…

[iacyper9]

Headcanon, Dythen has an almost imperceptible ring of yellow around his pupil, but you wouldn't be able to tell at a glance. This is left over from the whole act 2 shtick.

He is very iffy about this and considers it one of his greatest failures.

And to think, dythen was supposed to be the least traumatized of the group.