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People You'd Like to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @commander-krios -- thank you for the tag! ♥

⟡ FAVE SHIPS ⟡

Gale x Tav

Terra Branford x Locke Cole

Theron Shan x Jedi Knight

Draike x Lyra

Ben x Rass

⟡ LAST SONG ⟡

Weeping Dawn by Borislav Slavov

⟡ LAST FILM ⟡

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

⟡ CURRENTLY READING ⟡

Bookshops and Bonedust by Travis Baldree, a backlog of Gale/Tav fics by @keldae, who is writing far faster than I can read 😂

⟡ CURRENTLY CRAVING ⟡

Some croissant toast but all the local stores are out of it rn 😭

The leftover bulgogi tofu I made for dinner last night

Writinggggg -- have been doing quite a bit of background/planning work this week on some really long neglected WIPs but not been able to manage real words yet

My Tadfools I miss them

Tagging: @storyknitter, @keldae, @elveny, @aki888, @honekitteh, and @captainderyn

[keldae]

30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf - for whoever you feel inspired :)

Maybe read this one first, for some context. Back we go to the College!AU! ;)

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"Well, that was… an adventure," Theron said as he pulled into the student parking in front of the dorms. Thank every power that existed that the campus had cleared off the parking lot during the Christmas break in anticipation of students returning for the winter term. Xaja hadn't been looking forward to trying to dig out a parking spot for Theron's car.

"They say college is the best time to experiment with adventures like that," she cheekily pointed out as she started gathering up her things.

Theron snorted a laugh. "This is true. And the company for said adventure was good too. Convenient that we're both in Coronet City and can just carpool home for breaks."

"Reading week, we'll take my car instead," Xaja nodded with a grin. She eyed the temperature readout on her phone, then sighed and started wrapping her scarf back around her neck. "Have I mentioned how much I hate winter?"

"I think you bitched about all things winter during that night in the Motel Sketchyville," Theron laughed. "Please note that I wasn't disagreeing on any of your valid and accurate points." He turned the car off, and the sounds of Best Of Bon Jovi vanished, replaced with howling wind outside the car. "Honestly, I'm just pleasantly surprised we didn't get stranded there again on the way back to campus."

"What, you didn't want to spend another night cuddling away hypothermia?" Xaja asked with a grin, desperately hoping she was hiding how much she had enjoyed being in such close proximity to the cutest guy at school.

"You do make a good cuddle buddy," Theron smirked, although Xaja thought he was blushing for a moment. Maybe it was just the cold that lent a red tinge to his cheeks. "But I think any time spent there increases the odds of bedbugs."

"Ewww. Yeah, nothing is worth that risk." Xaja shuddered and adjusted her scarf in preparation for braving the January weather outside the car. "Still though, I think I'm in love with you after that," she added, her voice a quick mumble behind her scarf before she quite realized what she was saying.

Theron paused in the middle of opening his door. "Sorry, what was that?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"Uhh… I was just saying thank you for that," Xaja quickly said. "For the carpooling, and the hypothermia cuddles, and everything." She was grateful that the scarf hid how she was blushing as red as her hair.

"Oh! Yeah, don't mention it." Theron winked. "Happy to do anything for a good friend like you." He opened his door wide enough to step out, and promptly cussed as he set foot in an ankle-deep snowdrift. "Fuck blizzards!"

He just thinks of me as a friend, even after spooning me all night in that motel. And he didn't try to kiss me or anything… That shouldn't have hurt so badly, but it did. Xaja sighed and blinked back a tear of frustration, then opened her own door to exit the car. "Agreed," she grumbled. "And fuck Lana for taking the best parking spot by the door!"

Theron growled his agreement as he started hauling his suitcase out of the trunk of his car, followed by Xaja's bag. "Because of course she would. I got your bag, if you want to get the door."

"Thank you!" Hiking her backpack up over her shoulder, Xaja hurried to the dormitory door, swiped her access card, and held the door open long enough for Theron to wrangle both suitcases inside. "You got those okay?"

"Yep. What'd you pack in here, weights?" Theron grunted as he pushed both suitcases into the hallway leading to their separate rooms.

"Only the essentials – flat iron, hair dryer, backup shoes, a few books…" Xaja giggled at Theron's expression. "What?"

"All that for two weeks at home over Christmas? Yikes." Shaking his head, Theron let Xaja take her own suitcase back, then followed her down the hall. "I'm gonna call my dad, let him know we made it back okay. See you at dinnertime?"

"You bet." Xaja hesitated in front of her door, then impulsively stretched up to kiss Theron's cheek. "Thank you again for everything with this trip, Theron."

Theron seemed to completely short-circuit, blinking as he lightly touched his cheek where Xaja had pecked him. "I, uh… yeah, no problem. You're welcome in my car anytime." He gave Xaja a smile, then quickly let himself into his and Jonas' dorm room, leaving only snowy footprints in his wake.

Nicely done. You just completely fucked that up. Sighing, Xaja let herself into her own room. Kira wasn't back yet; it gave Xaja the chance to kick off her boots, flop across her mattress, and silently berate herself for being way too forward and pushy with a guy who only considered her to be a friend. If Theron liked her as more than a friend, he would have said something months ago, right? Or he would have made a move on her during their roadtrip. You completely just ruined things with a good friend, you idiot!

She didn't see Theron lean back against his own door once it had safely closed and touch his cheek again, then elatedly fist-pump in the privacy of his roommate-free room, fighting the urge to triumphantly yell that the girl of his dreams did like him.

Unless that was just something that girls did with their close friends of any gender… That thought made Theron pause and frown. Maybe Xaja did only view him as a good friend. If she liked him, wouldn't she have said something in the motel after their night of snuggling? He supposed he should just be grateful she'd let him spoon her all night.

But for now, he was going to embrace this elation, and entertain the thought of his crush returning his feelings for her.

[andveryginger]

@honekitteh replied to your post: Y’all keep going on about how Tom Hanks and Rita...

how bout when the NBA, NHL, etc. all postpone/suspend their seasons? ;) (and some cherry blossom festival events are also cancelled in DC)

That all happened after Rodeo cancelled. ;)

But yes, a lot of dominoes are falling now, and I think we'll see a lot more cancellations and postponements going forward. =\

[joiedecombat]

Get To Know Me

I was tagged by @honekitteh! 

Rules: Always post the rules. Tag 11 new people you’d like to know better!

I am terrible about tagging people but feel free to say I tagged you if you want.

1. Dogs or Cats?

I love both! I slightly favor cats, however - dogs need in a way that I can’t quite live up to and it makes me feel guilty. Cats have that little bit of independence.

2. YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities?

Ehhh, neither. I don’t pay a whole lot of attention to celebrities most of the time.

3. If you could live anywhere where would that be?

A nice house out in the country on a lot of land with a barn and some horses.

Preferably in a country with universal health care.

4. Disney or DreamWorks?

I have no strong opinions, I just miss traditional 2D animation.

5. Favorite childhood TV show?

seaQuest DSV

6. The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020?

I’ll be honest, I have no idea what’s even coming out in 2020.

7. Favorite book you read in 2019?

Upon review, none of the actual books I read this year made as much of an impact as either Rachel Smythe’s webcomic Lore Olympus or “By the Guidance of the Stars” by @greyias. Both of them are novel-length, so I’ll claim them as my answer here.

8. Marvel or DC?

Marvel. My interest in DC mostly centers on the Legion of Super-Heroes and I still haven’t forgiven them for writing out Dyrk Magz. (Jerks.)

9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favorite Justice League member?

Rogue! Mostly ‘90s flying brick Rogue. Not the Anna Paquin movie version.

10. Night or Day?

Twilight.

11. Favorite Pokemon?

I am not super into Pokemon - the only Pokemon game I have played is PokeGO - but definitely Ponyta.

12. Top 5 bands/artists:

All lists are in no particular order.

Yuki Kajiura

Hiroyuki Sawano

supercell

Vienna Teng

Billy Joel

13. Top 10 books

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and the rest of the Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

A Wrinkle in Time and the rest of the Time Quartet by Madeleine L’Engle

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and the rest of the Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis

Chalice by Robin McKinley.

Caverns of Socrates by Dennis L. McKiernan

The Jungle Book (and The Second Jungle Book) by Rudyard Kipling

Small Favor and the rest of the Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

By the Sword by Mercedes Lackey

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

I swear I do not only read old books.

14. Top 4 movies

The Maltese Falcon

The Princess Bride

Star Wars: A New Hope

The Man from Snowy River / Return to Snowy River

15. America or Europe?

I have never been to Europe, but America hasn’t been giving me a lot to be enthusiastic about in recent years. -_-

16. Tumblr or Twitter?

They’re both wretched hives of scum and villainy, but Tumblr’s format is better suited for blogging, fiction, and long-winded meta of the kind I like. Twitter’s character limits are for the birds, and Tumblr’s tagging system is much more useful (even if they keep undermining it).

17. Favorite vacation destination?

Real talk, I am a homebody and travel is tiring. Staycation for me. 

I like the beaches around Destin, Florida, though, and a friend of mine has a lake house on Lake Charles in Louisiana where I’ve spent a couple of enjoyable weekends in pleasant company.

18. Favorite YouTuber?

Watercolor by Shibasaki. He’s just so soothing.

19. Favorite author?

Robin McKinley.

(Disclaimer: all stated favorites are arbitrary and subject to change based on my mood and what I engaged with most recently.)

20. Tea or Coffee?

Neither. They both taste like disappointment.

21. OTP?

Squall and Rinoa from Final Fantasy VIII. Rogue and Gambit from the X-Men. Makoto and Nephrite from Sailor Moon.

22. Do you play an instrument/sing?

I used to play the flute when I was a kid and sang in church choir for quite a while. I’ve never been able to read music, though, which limited me from pursuing either very far. These days I sing along with the car radio, mostly.

[storyknitter]

Memories

26. A memory they want to share and 18. A memory they’d love to change

Thanks for the prompts, @a-muirehen @honekitteh and @aeternalegacy ! They fit together well and finally got me to write out this scene, so yay!

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21 ATC, Commander’s quarters

“Hey, you got a minute?” Theron kept his voice even despite the nerves and adrenaline coursing through him and resisted the urge to get up from the sofa to pace. Why was he so nervous? He was simply returning something that she’d lost ages ago.

Sanna's smile made his heart stutter to a brief stop before thudding loudly in his ears. “For you? Always. What is it?” she asked softly as she sat beside him.

“Well, I have something for you.” At her curious look, he stammered, “I didn't buy it or anything, it's already yours. What I mean is, umm...” Theron swore under his breath — how the hells had he messed this up already? — and pulled out what had been in his possession for years: a double-bladed saberstaff, its tarnished silver casing etched with angular designs comprised of triangles and diamonds, so similar to the tattoos etched on her skin. He knew that if he flicked it on, the blades would glow a bright, silvery blue, and he held it out to Vassanna with a smile.

Her violet eyes widened in recognition and, in a brief instant, too many emotions flickered across her features for him to read before her Jedi mask slammed into place. Was he imagining things or had she recoiled from the saber?

“Where did you get that?” Her voice was hard and flat. “How did you get that?”

Theron’s mind drifted back, through a handful of lonely years, and he set the saber on the cushion between them. “It was...” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It was years ago, after the Republic’s treaty with the Eternal Empire, but before I found out that you weren’t really— that you were still alive.”

He paused, concerned over the wariness in her eyes, but continued. “SIS tasked me and another agent to retrieve data and any holocrons we could find from the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant and —”

“How dare you!” Vassanna hissed, her features twisting with anger and something else he couldn’t place. “That place is a burial ground and you just went traipsing through it like it was some— They all died there and you just dug through it like it was nothing?”

(Yeah. This was going way worse than he’d thought.)

Theron could barely breathe, frozen in shock over her outburst, blinking as he tried to figure out how to soothe her ire — and how exactly he’d provoked it. “No. Not at all,” he said, hands extended in a peaceful, calming gesture. “We were careful not to disturb anything as best we could.”

(He probably shouldn't mention how they got in.)

“Look, I know what happened there, Sanna,” he said, unable to stop the irritation that slipped into his words.

Her lips pursed and jaw clenched as though she was forcing herself to keep quiet and let him explain, so he did. He told her how he and his partner had crept through the eerily quiet rubble, stepping softly, respectfully. How they’d found just about everything they’d gone in for and how they were nearly crushed on the way out — part of what was originally a wall had lurched sideways, careening toward the door they were trying to use. The huge piece of duracrete had stopped barely half a meter from him and the saber slid out from underneath, skittering to a halt at Theron’s feet.

“Linné — my partner — is a Kiffar.” He wondered idly if his former colleague was still alive all these years later; he hoped so. “She's got psychometry and when she picked up the saber, her eyes went all glassy, like she was watching something far away. After a moment or two, she blinked and handed it to me. ‘This belongs to the Jedi Battlemaster,’ she said. ‘Be sure to return it when you see her next.’” Theron huffed and shook his head. “I tried to argue with her that the current Battlemaster was a male Togruta, but then she described... you. Perfectly. And I've had it ever since.”

Sanna met his gaze briefly before looking away with a sigh. “I’m sorry for snapping at you,” she whispered, and he brushed off her apology — it wasn’t necessary. “How old were you,” she said, a thoughtful look on her face, “during the Sacking?”

“Thirteen.”

She nodded, then gave a small gasp, looking at him in horror. “Where were you? Were you on Coruscant when—”

“No, no,” Theron answered, reassuring her. “I was still on Haashimut, though Master Zho and I had just... parted ways.” His heart squeezed in his chest as her eyes narrowed briefly, knowing the way she felt about how they’d parted ways. But then she sighed and melted in relief, an “oh, good” falling from her lips. The puzzle pieces started falling into place and his stomach sank.

“Sanna, where were you?” he asked. His Jedi wouldn’t look at him and a chill ran down his spine.

“The Archives.” Her soft answer, barely a whisper, punched him in the gut and he let out an impressive string of curses. Gods above and below, she had been there.

“How old were you? You couldn’t have been more than ten.”

“Nine.” Vassanna closed her eyes, visions of red blades and fire dancing in her memory. He deserved the full story, to know why that saberstaff was in the ruins of the Temple, so she took a deep breath and began her story.

“It was my fault.” Her voice broke and she cleared her throat, starting again. “It was my fault — we were supposed to have been en route to the Outer Rim for a treaty negotiation.” Oh, stars, she couldn't bear to look at Theron, to see the damnation or pity in his eyes — she didn’t know which would be worse. “I was at the Archives with my first Master, my Uncle Brennick, doing research on local histories and treatises. I helped at first, but he knew I was bored, so he shooed me away, told me to find something else to research.”

She spoke in detail about the book she'd found — a real paper book — on crystals, formations, and their use in lightsabers and other ceremonial items. The problem she'd run into was this: the book couldn't leave the Archives, but she hadn't finished it before it was time for the pair to leave.

“I begged him to let me come back first thing in the morning so I could finish reading.” Vassanna couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her lips. “He was never one to dissuade me from learning, so he rearranged our schedule to give me extra time.” She took a huge shuddering breath and continued, irritation spiking at how small her voice sounded. “I only had a handful of pages left when Malgus walked through the door.”

She described the hush that fell over the whole Temple, then the crash that shook the building to its core. Master Brennick had rushed into the Archives and instructed her to leave — there was a back exit into the Works and she should take any younglings she came across with her.

He’d given her a hug and a kiss on the top of her head and asked her to give his love to the family. Now go, Vassanna, he’d said. Go and do not look back. Then, he pressed his comm into her hands and shoved her toward the exit, waiting to turn until she was on the steps.

“That was the last time I ever saw him.”

Her finger absently rubbed the scarred skin on the bridge of her nose. “There was a Mandalorian in the hallway, and she stood between me and the exit. The room I’d just passed was used for training, so I went back and grabbed a vibrosword. She laughed and said that while she admired my fighting spirit, she didn’t have time to swat at flies. Instead, she shot... something at the marble pillar next to me and flew off. The stone exploded everywhere — I’m lucky none of it caught my eyes.”

Stars, she hadn’t talked about this in years. Sanna sat silently, torn over whether she wanted Theron to say something or not. The silence between them grew, gaping and empty, until she couldn’t take it.

“That’s not really my saber,” she whispered. “Though I suppose I’ve inherited it now. I don’t want to touch it; I’m afraid I’ll see... I already felt it and —”

“Sweetheart,” he murmured as he wrapped strong arms around her, crushing her to his chest and stroking her hair. “Oh, babe. I’m so sorry.”

Hard as she tried, Vassanna couldn’t keep the tears burning at the corner of her eyes from falling. With Theron’s soft encouragement, she slipped her arms under his jacket and let him hold her while she mourned.

[the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond]

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go?

Thanks you very much fo the ask! ~

So, there is a lot of option, depending on where she is/which year.

First: take the Fury and go on the space, just let the ship drift away and looking the scar.

Into the wild (on a forest planet). She used a lot to left things behind and just take some hours wanderer into Odessen or Dromund Kaas’s wild. On a planet with a lot of water (like Manaan, Rishi...) she would probably go far away from people and swim.

[confettininjabean]

Micro Story Prompt: 6. illusion

thanks for the ask angel face! So I was originally going to let Jaydzia have this one but Seth spoke up and thankfully he didn’t ramble on this time xD so this is actually a microstory xD

(This is set during the 5 year Time Skip. Jaydzia was frozen in carbonite, while Seth was imprisoned as a gladiator for the Eternal Arena.)

It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be here. There was no way she could be here. It simply wasn’t possible.Seth couldn’t get such a mantra out of his head as he fought for his life within the Eternal Arena. He had to stay focused as this round raged on. This opponent wasn’t to be trifled with and to spare a second to look up at the crowd to catch another glimpse of the very face he hadn’t seen in years, the one that haunted his very dreams was a second that could cost him his life. It simply couldn’t be. It was impossible. When he’d finally downed his opponent and heard the ringing of applause and cheering, he still did not look up. He ignored the urge to do so, to even look around as the guards approached him and placed the cuffs back on his wrists. He ignored every fiber of his being telling him to stretch out into the force, ignored that faintest brush of the familiar presence he could only remember now. He simply could not allow such an illogical hope to form, to do so would be to trust in an illusion of his own, to believe in it. To be broken when said illusion was just that, impossible. Lana couldn’t be here, because she wasn’t.

[km-fullmoon]

honekitteh replied to your photo:The Alliance gang and some of their more...    

   Is that a “I want one its cute” expression watching polly explode a bitch? 😅    @honekitteh that is 100% her “it’s cute and deadly and I want one face”

[scionprotector]

How much eye contact do they make?

They all make eye-contact, but that brings me to an interesting thought. So, I took a course of like, public speaking? And they taught us that in order to not be intimidating, you look at the spot between someone’s brows. 

With that in mind - 

Vayllaa/Breanna - looks at eyes (not to be rude/intimidating, just pay that logic any mind)

Vamien - Looks between brows with those he doesn’t know well.

Vyzare - Looks at eyes. Always.

Jiri - Mix of both, depending on what she wants out of you.

[honekitteh]

don’t mind me. just a tribble peaking around the corner, but a bit shy. 

debating if I want to actually post my silly attempts to make tribble emojis with my meager photoshop skills.

Or I should call it a night, attack either this fic I keep thinking about or the prompts I’m meaning to get to.  

[vihola]

OC Music Meme

Tagged by @shanfamilydrama​, thank you!

Seidala

list one or more songs that relate to the following

reminds you of them most: 

Noble Blood by Fleurie and Tommee Profitt

Say we choose, but it's no choice at all Duty calls, it calls

reminds another character of them:

Army by Zayde Wolf (this is how people working with Seidala would see her, especially the ones who get to fight alongside her)

Until the war is over We are brothers, not soldiers Standing shoulder to shoulder 

reminds you of a relationship of theirs, doesn’t have to be romantic, can be paternal, friendly, etc:

Seidala and her family

Blood by Nathan Wagner

You’ve taken my self-assurance Feeling like all that I am is worthless No, I don’t wanna let you go But I can’t take these wounds no more

Seidala and Merkara

Atlantis by Seafret

I can't save us My Atlantis, we fall We've built this town on shaky ground

Tagging @anchanted-one​, @keldae​, @honekitteh​, @greencrusader13​, @outcastcommander​, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond​

[greyias]

15. Loud, so everyone can hear.

“I love you, Theron. Come home.”

For the entire, extended nightmare that was his time undercover, those words had been his lifeline. She had broadcast them for the entire galaxy to hear, in the hopes that he would too. And he had, of course he had. He’d let those words repeat in his head, over and over and over again. It was a way to ground himself. Remind himself. That the drastic course of action he had taken was necessary. For her survival, for the Alliance’s, for the entire damn galaxy. 

In the end, they’d even turned out to be true. Somehow against all odds, he had made it home and she still loved him. Had taken him back, hell, had agreed to marry him, and given him all his old duties despite the trust he’d violated. He was back to helping run the Alliance, planning missions and ops, and was even still gathering intel from his old underworld and intelligence contacts. It was almost a storybook happy ending to the whole affair.

Except… there was just this one tiny thing.

“As much as I love our chats, Denzer, I got to run.”

“Love our chats, huh, Shan? Almost as much as you love the Alliance Commander?”

“What?”

“Even losing that fancy fleet, you guys have quite the operation going, don’t you? Still have that nice big treasury.” A blaster was laid casually on the table, the Duros’s finger already curled around the trigger. “I wonder how much of that money your pretty Jedi would be willing to part with for you.”

This kept happening. 

Denzer Si wasn’t the first genius to come up with the plan of kidnapping and ransoming Theron off — actually this was the third attempt this month. This sort of thing was starting to crop up with annoying regularity. First had been at Port Nowhere checking with an old Exchange contact that had quickly gone south. Then he’d gotten stuck between some enterprising rival gangsters on Coruscant both looking for a payout. He’d managed to slip out after a fight had broken out, helpfully started by him playing up to their egos. And now it seemed Nar Shaddaa hoodlums wanted to get in on the action.

He hadn’t exactly been thinking about the long-term future consequences when he’d decided to infiltrate Vinn Atrius’s secret cabal of apocalyptic conspirators. Hadn’t really considered what it meant for his face to be plastered across the galaxy on wanted posters and terrorist warnings, effectively taking Theron Shan out of the shadows and making him a household name. He had definitely not expected that his girlfriend would declare her undying love for him in front of the entire galactic sphere — or show that she was willing to offer up anything for his safe return to her side. Which at the time had been a very romantic and touching gesture, and apparently the unsavory types across the galaxy had agreed.

“You know, Denzer,” he said, splaying his hands out on the table in an exaggerated show of surrender, “I usually admire your entrepreneurial spirit.”

“It’s my best quality,” the Duros sneered.

“I’m just… not really in the kidnapping mood today. You know?” Theron’s palms hovered a few inches off the table. “Sorry to disappoint. Toxicity six.”

Denzer snarled, seeming to realize that Theron was up to something. Before he could pull the trigger, Theron squeezed his hand into a tight fist and activated the hidden compartment in his bracers. A tranquilizer dart flew out from the thin, inconspicuous barrel and sunk deep into the exposed fleshy area of Denzer’s neck. The sedative was lined with a quick-acting paralytic agent, and the Duros slumped back into his chair, trigger finger unfurling as unconsciousness began to creep over him.

The rest of the darkened, seedy cantina didn’t even notice as Theron removed the offending blaster from the table. A casual onlooker would probably have just assumed he was saying farewell to his very inebriated friend as he gave Denzer a rough pat on the shoulder.

“As I said,” Theron’s fingers curled in tightly around the other being’s shoulder, “I have to run. That pretty Jedi you mentioned, she’s expecting me home soon — and I don’t want to keep her waiting.”

A strangled noise escaped from the incapacitated gangster, but he wasn’t able to form actual words.

“She’s a bit overprotective, you see. If I’m late, she might get worried and come looking for me and you do not want that.” Theron leaned in further, dropping his voice into a low, dangerous whisper, that could only be heard by the Duros clinging to the edge of consciousness. “Trust me, it wouldn’t end well for you.”

The next noise that came from the would-be kidnapper was a soft, distressed noise, although whether it was a plea or threat, Theron couldn’t be sure. And he didn’t particularly care.

“I’m feeling generous today, so I used the sedative on you instead of an actual toxin. So, maybe you return the favor to me and just pass along the sentiment to all your little pals. Just in case they get the same idea as you. We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

Denzer gave out one last gasp of protest before unconsciousness claimed him. Theron straightened up, fixed his jacket, and without any further fanfare, walked out of the seedy cantina into the garish neon lights of the Red Light Sector. His pace was casual but still fast enough to where he quickly left the Duros gangster and any potential ambushes behind. By the time he reached the taxi pad crowded with tourists, he was fairly certain that he wasn’t being followed.

A soft buzzing of the cybernetic implant in Theron’s right ear signaled an incoming transmission on his private frequency. It used to be reserved for communications between Theron and his old boss, Marcus Trant, the director of the SIS. That had been practically a lifetime ago now, and he hadn’t talked to Marcus in a long time. No, he’d long since repurposed the frequency so he could talk with just one individual in particular. One far prettier to look at, and who also tended to yell in his ear a lot less.

“Accept incoming call.” 

His words were lost in the hum of the crowd around him even as a genuine smile spread across his face. 

“Funny,” he said, warmth filling his voice, “I was just thinking about you.”

“Good things I hope?” The amused sound of his wife’s voice filled his ears, and the dark cloud that had been following him since he’d left the cantina lifted a little.

“Always,” he said, climbing into a vacant taxi. “Although I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. Back from Ossus already?”

“Almost. On a refuel stop — this shuttle does not get the same mileage as the Defender. I suppose I should have waited to call, but… I just wanted to hear your voice again.”

“Hmm,” in the relative privacy of the taxi he could let his voice lower an octave and still be picked up by his communication implants, “me too. Fancy that.”

The lights of the cityscape washed over him, painting him in neon hues as the melodic quality of his wife’s voice played its soft song in that little place inside of him. Hopefully Denzer would carry on the message to the rest of the underworld and the spotlight would finally move off of him as some potentially valuable bargaining chip to be auctioned off to the highest bidder — but Theron wasn’t counting on it. If the long term consequences of his choice to go undercover with the Order of Zildrog was that he’d never quite be able to skulk along the edges of the shadows like he’d grown accustomed to… then so be it.

It was just one of the many repercussions from that mission. But so was the ability to just have a nice conversation with the woman he loved after a long day. To hear the smile in her voice, and see the sparkle in her eyes that was reserved just for him. If he had to tangle with the occasional would-be kidnapper, then fine. He’d just deal with the situations as they arose. As far as he was concerned, they were more than acceptable trade-offs for his storybook ending.

[keldae]

honekitteh replied to your post “SPOILERS: From The PTS...”

oh i hope they fix the respawn timers before it goes live... those were insane on Dantooine

GAWD I hope so. I got the culinary items through a combination of too much camping and SHEER LUCK, and the other odd collection one-off mission by swapping to the PVP server when it was empty and grabbing all the things then. No luck with the PVP instance on the PTS yet, I’m afraid!

[dingoat]

Completed commission for @honekitteh ! Thank you for giving me this super sweet scene to draw!

[joiedecombat]

SWTOR asks: 28, 43, 56?

28. Have they done anything embarrassing?

Maia got lost in the base on Odessen. The commander of the Alliance literally, legiterally, got lost in her own base that she helped build.

It’s a miracle anyone ever lets her go anywhere by herself.

43. The Outlander is destined to take the throne according to Valkorion, Satele, and Marr. How do they feel about that?

Maia’s feelings on this matter throughout KotFE and KotET can be summed up thus:

She did not want the Eternal Throne. She didn’t want the Fleet. She could barely reconcile herself with the responsibility of commanding the Alliance, never mind taking on more. If she could have done anything else, she would have.

She might have given it back to Arcann, if he’d have taken it.

Maia is not sad that the Fleet is gone, thanks v much.

56. Should Vette get them a giant droid for Life Day?

Nah. Not to say that it wasn’t briefly very satisfying to stomp around in the thing, but once was enough to get it out of Maia’s system. It’s not really her style.

Vette should absolutely get Meiyi a giant droid for Life Day, though. Meiyi’s going to love it when it’s her turn to run through KotET.

[storyknitter]

♦ & ☯ for Sanna, ൠ for the other three avocados

Sanna‘s quirk is that she tends to bite her lower lip when she’s nervous or doesn’t quite know what to do or say. (This starts post-Emperor’s Fortress, though -- she was very confident in her abilities beforehand.)

Likes: sweets of all types (but mostly cookies and cakes and pies and chocolate and and and), kindness, when Theron kisses that one spot on her neck that takes her breath away and makes her go weak in the knees...

Dislikes: Vitiate/Valkorion, mind control, being unable to save someone

Random!

Ellie is about three years younger than Corran and has known him literally since she was two days old

Corran is BFFs with Ellie’s older brother. They were the Three Musketeers when they were kiddos

Rinnie is (very, very) ticklish on the soles of her feet Felix may or may not have found out the hard way that she will instinctively kick whoever tickles her there

Headcanon Meme