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[rainofaugustsith]

SWTOR.

So. About that news about SWTOR, that it is slated to be transferred to another company - yeah. Let's chat about that. Or I will.  TL:DR version: The licensing agreement for SWTOR was set to expire this year. My own hypothesis is that the Mouse did not renew it and pulled the license from Bioware because they did fuckall with it. Also Bioware has been fumbling a lot of their other games. So this isn't quite a sunny transfer.

My final screenshot of Viri and Lana at home in Naboo (headcanon for the Alderaan stronghold), February 2022, just before uninstalling SWTOR. One thing I have not seen mentioned is the fact that SWTOR's licensing agreement with the Mouse was scheduled to end this year anyway. 2023. It's been said for some time. Is it really a surprise the Mouse would not want things to go on as they are?

Given the near complete lack of attention and care that has been paid to SWTOR for a good five or six years now, I can fully understand why the Mouse would not renew the licensing agreement. Onslaught and Ossus looked as though a fair amount of development money had been poured into them - Ossus, Onderon and Mek-Sha had the same sort of acheivements and datacron hunts you found on the OG planets - but they were bright spots in a very bleak period. 

The amount of content released in a single patch of some other MMOs is more than the collective total of what was released for SWTOR in years. 

The story was haphazard. The companion reunions had no continuity, with some characters not even recognizing NPCs they'd actually worked with before (Nadia Grell and Jaesa Willsaam not recognizing Lana, for instance) or behaving completely out of character (Risha being completely indifferent about the fate of her planet, for instance). The writers killed off almost every character that moved and pulled a "somehow, the Emperor survived" stunt (not with the Emperor). The head writer did not even know a timeline for the story and had to talk it out on the message board. 

The devs tried hard to shove everyone into PvP (both ground and space) and Ops, while alienating other types of players, and made story content ridiculous. Known game-breaking bugs remained in the game for years. 

There's been a lot of turnover in the dev team and numerous reports about management completely ignoring feedback from devs. A few devs were witnessed mocking players on dudebro discords, and the changes they made seemed to benefit a select group of players. A few message board posters were plants trying to deliberately provoke players into inflammatory exchanges or white knighting any and message critical of the devs. Or that criticism was removed outright. 

Players who had invested a substantial amount of time and money into SWTOR and put a lot of effort into developing player guides and fan sites said "fuck this" and walked. The Steam charts show playership of about 3000K players per day. People stopped going to the test server because it became painfully obvious that the devs were completely ignoring most feedback. Problems and bugs test players pointed out made their way into the released patches anyway. 

Meanwhile the staff of SWTOR was getting poached for Anthem and Dragon Age. Anthem failed. Battlefront II went into maintenance after only two years. The next installments of Dragon Age and Mass Effect were proving to be complete clusterfucks. 

Is there really any reason the Mouse would have wanted to keep the license with Bioware? 

I do think this is a way to get SWTOR into a safe place - away from Bioware - but given the profile of the new company, I doubt it means we're going to see a Renaissance. I think it means the game is going to have a safe place to continue in maintenance mode. That's how it is with two other MMOs they have. The number of devs, as someone pointed out, is going to be 50% of what SWTOR has now. 

I do think they will keep it in maintenance mode as long as they can; as long as enough people keep subscribing to make that profitable. But I do think overall, this is it for SWTOR. 

I have not played SWTOR in a year and a half. I uninstalled it on the day 7.0 came out. My characters are all parked in their favorite strongholds with their favorite companions. I headcanon the game itself cut from Ossus directly to Echoes, with the scene at the end of Echoes, with Lana and the PC literally flying off into the stars being the end of the story. I feel it's better that way. Given all that was happening with SWTOR I feel like this was inevitable, too.  All the same, given the positives that SWTOR had - some of the gameplay and class stories, the rich lore, the planets, some of the characters - it leaves me bitterly angry and disappointed by the outcome. It's such a waste. An absolute waste of talent and time and people who were so totally invested in the success of this game. At the end, that's all there is.

Farewell, SWTOR. 

[captainderyn]

OC Tag Game

Ehehehe thank you for the tag @tiredassmage <3

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Favorite OC:

Oh man...oh how can you ask me to choose my favorite? In all honesty it kind of rotates depending on what game I'm fixated on that most that day/week/month lol. The usual havers-of-my-fixation are Five, Ryn, and Raenor & Wulfwryn (they come as a pair, fight me).

(But, just between you and me goers-of-tumblr, Five and Raenor are pretty tied :P)

Newest OC: I'm not going to count my Ryder from ME:A because I haven't introduced her here yet, so I'd say Roslynd. I wanted to create her in theory for awhile but then I got bit by the agent bug thanks to @tiredassmage and finally actually created her!

Oldest OC (length of time you've had them): As far as some form of their existence in the source material, probably Wulfwryn. I created her waaay back in...oh man...2011/12 when my Lord of the Rings hyperfixation was really sparked. Though I was an early middle schooler at that point, so naturally Wulfwryn was a thirtheenth walker insert and also far less developed and nuanced its a good thing I didn't post in the internet

However, in any iteration, probably Emeldir and Wren. They've been two of my longest standing OC concepts that have kind of bounced from universe to universe from old RP forums, to LOTR, to SWTOR. Though they're very, very different now. Emeldir used to be a wolf shape-shifter and Wren used to be far less of a WLW boss ass bitch.

Emeldir is my oldest SWTOR OC though, he was my first character way back in 20...uh...2015/16 when I first picked the game up.

Meanest OC: See, I'm really bad at making mean characters so I'm not sure xD Wren is probably the one who gives the least fucks and is more likely to put you in your place. She is a Dark Counselor after all, she's got to have an edge to her to succeed.

Softest OC: Raenor my bby boy (affectionate, that's a whole ass 500+ year old elven man). He is absolutely my softest OC who gets dragged into The Plot. He just wants to love Wulfwryn and create his music but instead Things Keep Happening.

Most Aloof/Standoffish: *trying to card through all my OCs, I have too many, especially Dragon Age ones I haven't talked about in awhile). I would say Five, only because that's how he is with basically everyone except Roslynd, Era, and his junior agents in the Cipher Division.

Dumbest (affectionate): This one probably goes to Ien, but I haven't talked about Ien in awhile he's fallen off the radar :') my idiot freckled blueberry smuggler. He's dumb as rocks (by choice).

For OCs I talk about regularly(ish) that has to go to Emeldir. He very book smart, but very young and naive at the start of the class story and very much NOT what you expect from a smuggler's personality and so many times Risha has to keep him from getting scammed because "NO they aren't being nice, they will take your money, no they don't actually need your help."

Smartest OC: Five and/or Ryn no contest. Five is smart as a whip, he needs to be and he's very logic-minded.

Horniest OC: *sigh* V. This woman cannot stop being horny for Judy even when we have plot to do. She's singularly minded, that one.

Ryn is also surprisingly horny but neither she nor I understand why she's attracted to turians, if she's actually attracted to turians at all, or if Garrus just Got Her With That Voice And Personality and the rest just kind of happens. So let me correct myself, she's *VERY* horny for Garrus, I just rarely write it because I don't understand physically why.

OC You'd Bang: *bisexual panic* Ha..ahaha...quite a few of them. Let's see, Five I accidentally projected My Type Of Man onto so definitely him. And also Ryn...very much Ryn, I mean *c'mon* yes Shepard hold me in your buff arms.

OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL: Probably Emeldir ngl, he's so nice and chill and really just a quiet guy and by proxy that means I get a token extrovert friend in Rielay. I would love to be friends with Era but I definitely feel like she'd be way cooler than I am IRL.

Tagging... @storyknitter @queen-scribbles and @greyias if you'd like to join!

[just-eyris-things]

As far as I am concerned you can always yell about Airell and Risha and I'd love to read more about them

😳👉👈you...you would? 😳👉👈

well when it comes to Airell, I've been thinking a lot about them lately. Think 24/7 kind of a lot. Over the years, Airell has changed a lot. The initial idea for them was a fuckboy and comedic relief. Think in the lines of "i like your pants" "thanks they were 50% off" "i'd prefer them 100% off" "that's a horrible way to run business" (i saw this on tumblr ages ago and it still lives in my head somehow). But then I gave them feelings. Backstory. I slowly made them into what they are today. But! Some parts of first draft-Airell remain in my head, like him being flirty and hooking up often. It doesn't really suit his most-current version, so I am trying to find a way to somehow put it all in so it's all cohesive, but it's hard ;w;

also i am really !!!!! about AUs I have with Airell! I have a dragon AU, a witch and familiar AU, werewolves, vampires, sirens, SO MANY AUs, I don't remember them all anymore! But they are all so fun and I wish I was more of a writer so I could just...write it all without being horribly cringe. considering how much cringe content I come up with, I am genuinely surprised my friends don't call me cringe queen yet.

there was also an idea of a name change, because i got kinda bored with it but i cant think of anything cool + if i changed their name i'd have to say no to the ship name "ai<3hearne" which is just... yknow... 👉👈

god i love airell so much.

now, Risha... Risha Sero is my OC from an interactive fiction called Wayfarer. It's really fun and I love it and I advise everyone to sit down and read it.

Risha is an asshole. But you love him anyway. He is not really strong, but he is smart. He will use your strength against you and he will talk his way out of majority of problems. He has a silver tongue. He also has daddy and mommy issues, both for different reason. His father was absent for majority of his life, despising the child that had no magic abilities. His mother was a loving woman, a literal angel!!!! but one day she sent Risha away without much explanation and he lost touch with her. He doesn't resent her, but he wonders...why? He was deeply hurt by it, as an adult he laughs it off very often but deep down he knows he is afraid of finding out the truth - so he doesn't look for it.

Risha is a member of the Wayfarer order. the order has become his family and he would do anything for them. He is especially fond of his childhood friend, Aeran (NPC) and for majority of his life he lives in denial of his feelings until it's impossible to push them down anymore. Another bestie he has is Rienna Cenric, whom he also got to know in the Order. Risha and Rienna have a sibling-like relationship.

Risha really likes horses. Think GW2 Gorrik but instead of bug it's horses. He once gambled in an inn and won a few horses. Sadly, he couldn't keep them all. He always gets some horse keychain or something of that sort from Rienna - she always thinks of her little brother when she sees those and if she has a few crowns laying around, she sure will buy him something.

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[ace-culture-is]

ace culture is getting ur ace ring (FINALLY) and making very awful valentines to pass out to people

my favorite is "roses are red, violets are blue, i like ur face, it suits u"

[kdinjenzen]

how long does your ideal hug last? (mine personally would last 8-10 hours and there would be much sleeping involved because cuddling is just upgraded hugging)

Depends on the person, honestly.

I’m fairly selective with giving just casual or meaningful hugs to anyone.

In all honesty if you asked me the number of people I’d feel comfortable giving a proper hug to -at any moment-, it would be only 2.

Other than that, I’m intensely cautious of those things otherwise.

For those two people though? Indefinite.

... I hope that nonsensical answer got my point across well enough. Hahahaha.

[missmagicandlight]

how are the states celebrating quarantine-still-recommended valentine's day?

A lot of them have definitely taken advantage of the ability to just sort of Step over to their SOs’ house. Kit and Tyler are watching classic lit movies (mostly various  Pride and Prejudice adaptations), Sera might have pulled some strings to get her and Leo in a botanical garden alone for a sort of picnic, Aidan went a little overboard because it’s Charlie’s birthday today. 

[bom-bombon]

You know how when you almost finished something and then your program just,,, crash. Yup. That’s why this took so long. That and my lack of motivation to do anything. Regardless, I’m glad and proud of myself to have finished this. Thank you for the requests and thank you for being patient with me! :D

Special appearances:

@viks-art-n-stuff‘s Central Italy

@risha-bug’s Maise Rose! :D

[holosoftheoldrepublic]

Companion Cooking

Haven’t done one of these in a while so let’s goooo

Jedi Knight

T7-01: … he’s a droid, leave him alone!

Kira: She can make a mean cup noodle.

Doc: He can’t cook much, but he has the basics down fairly well.

Rusk: Exists on rations. Can maybe brew a hot drink but that’s about it.

Scourge: He can… but it’ll be super basic with no flavour and not appealing at all.

Jedi Consular

Qyzen: You probably wouldn’t want to eat it if you’re not one of the lizard people.

Tharan: Dude could burn water. Great with a chemistry set, terrible in the kitchen.

Zenith: Nothing fancy, but he can also make (almost) anything edible.

Iresso: A real roast-and-potatoes kind of guy. Simple but delicious.

Nadia: She can’t cook worth a damn at the start, but she does her research and is making the tasty meals of her homeland.

Republic Trooper

Aric: Also exists on rations, but can cook a mean steak.

Elara: She’s not experimental so there’s nothing special about what she makes, but it’s tasty enough.

M1-4X: He’s a droid, and also he would probably set the entire ship ablaze somehow anyways.

Vik: It’s edible, but only to him.

Yuun: He’s a great cook. For his people. You’d probably rather not touch it.

Smuggler

Corso: Very down-home, simple fare that’s hearty and giving you the caloric intake you need for working the farms or shooting separatists all day.

Bowdaar: If you give him the chance to hunt down some wild game, he will make you an excellent dinner.

Risha: Very good at finding other people to make food for her.

Akaavi: She can make anything out of anything, and it’ll be extremely flavourful with all manner of natural herbs and spices.

Gus: Do NOT let this walking disaster in the kitchen unless you want to no longer have a kitchen. Or a ship.

Sith Warrior

Vette: Knows how to cook all the Twi’lek specialties as part of connecting herself to her culture. Tastes delicious.

Quinn: The best cook. Knows how to do everything. Grinds his own spices, the weirdo.

Jaesa: As part of her various trainings, she can make a variety of simple but filling meals. If LS, will probably continue learning from Quinn. DS doesn’t give a crap.

Pierce: Guy knows how to make the weirdest shit in the weirdest of ways (radiator Mac and Cheese, anyone?).

Broonmark: He eats raw meat with no seasonings.

Sith Inquisitor

Khem: I don’t think you’re getting anything edible out of this guy.

Andronikos: He’s very good at putting a ready meal in the microwave and knowing exactly how long to cook it for to be perfect.

Ashara: Her lack of patience means everything she can make is doable in under five minutes.

Talos: Makes the absolute best tea out of anyone. Has a family roast recipe that has been passed down five generations, but it always comes out really dry when he makes it.

Xalek: Of course he can cook, what sort of warrior would he be if he couldn’t make his own meals?

Imperial Agent

Kaliyo: Burns almost everything but insists it “adds flavour” and eats a few bites while you’re looking then tosses it out and orders out.

Vector: Was a fairly decent cook before the joining, but bugs don’t really have an appreciation for fine cuisine so it’s atrophied a bit.

Lokin: Eats the weirdest shit even before infecting himself with the rakghoul plague, but it someone comes out alright. Don’t trust him about the ingredients, though.

Raina: Can somehow make the field rations taste good decent. Probably the best cook on the Agent’s ship.

Scorpio: If she cared to she could be a master chef. But she doesn’t.

Bounty Hunter

Mako: Too busy with her HoloNet research and running around, just makes herself a cup noodle and calls it a day.

Gault: He likes the finer things in life, and has become the master of either getting someone else to pay for it… or the ol’ dine-and-dash.

Torian: An amazing cook. Knows the best seasons for hunting game, seasonal vegetables, and herbs.

Blizz: Is very good… and disassembling some poor shmuck’s oven.

Skadge: He’s as likely to throw you into the fire as to cook anything in it.

KotFE

Lana: She’s decent enough, but she has bigger concerns.

Theron: He learned many things being raised by a Jedi. Cooking was not one of them.

Koth: The master of throwing stuff in a pot and hoping it all works together. It usually does.

Senya: Her focus has been on other things. Could probably make scrambled eggs.

Arcaan: You know this man has never cooked a day in his life.

[bombietta]

Me: sees we’re getting Raina Temple back

Me: -rushes my imperial agent through the rest of the story so I can see my wife again-

[sullustangin]

SWTOR Secret Santa 2021

This is a Secret Santa gift fic for @empire-at-war!  Request was for a fic with their OCs potentially with my OCs and/or a Christmas theme (and nothing like the old draft of your post going up before the polished one!)

Vic Greydon, Shavi, and Ayessha all belong to @empire-at-war

Eva and Gronn belong to @sullustangin (me).  

Rating: PG-13+ for lots of swearing and the ending. 

Makeb, 3638 BBY/14 ATC

“In or out, Greydon, what’s it gonna be?”  The lady called Risha demanded a response from him, the dealer’s deck in her hand.

The hulking man pointedly ignored her, snuck a peek at his cards again, and resumed his vigil over the cards face-up on the pazaak table.  Kriff.  Gronn had said he knew a girl with a game, but unlike other establishments, they weren’t cutting his alcohol off and the women running the game didn’t scare easy. 

This made it impossible end the game early because he couldn’t get kicked out of the bar or intimidate the other players.  It was impossible to win, because the liquor was seemingly never-ending.

The dealer tried to spur Vic onward – or at least stir some sort of response from the taciturn bounty hunter.  “Do they teach counting up to 20 where you’re from, or did you attend the same esteemed institutions as Corso?”

“Hey.” Corso sent a sharp glare Risha’s way.  “Dealer’s meant to be neutral – don’t go antagonizin’ players.”

The Captain scoffed, further down the table. “That’s a 23-point word, Riggs.  You must have a peach of a hand.”

Corso’s eyes went huge, and he hissed, “Aay-vaaaa, quiet.”

“Don’t need your help, lady,” Vic Greydon said, without an ounce of agitation.  Calmly, he tapped to signal Risha for a card.

A 3. He didn’t bust.  He stayed in.  The bug zapper went off over their heads as they lounged out the back of Virtue’s Thief, the name of the ship.  Vic thought it was funny when he first heard it, and now it was hilarious, four or five drinks in. 

Vic did feel he was like he was playing in a daycare, though.  These smugglers – kids.  He was … shit, over 40 now?  That was considered ancient for hunters and smugglers alike.  The captain – Eva some-weird-ass-last-name  -- looked like she was half his age.  Corso and Risha didn’t look much older.  Corso wasn’t too young for Vic, but he had waaaay too many hang-ups.  Vic didn’t have time for that nonsense.

The next card that Risha dealt to Eva put her over; she played her final card from her personal deck and hit 20 on the dot, no pause for counting required.  Her wrist comm buzzed as she sipped her gin and tonic.  Vic thought that was hilarious too – young kid drinking some old soak’s drink.  She checked the sender and kicked back from the table to send her response. 

It was half-way through the next round that a familiar jetpack flew overhead and then set itself down a safe distance from the ship.  Within thirty seconds, a shuttle set itself down. Vic, despite another drink down his gullet, tried to square himself up at the table.

The Grand Champion of the Great Hunt had arrived, and that fucker stood over seven foot tall in his armor.  He was one of the few humans or near-humans that was actually bigger than Vic. 

“Evita?” he called out in his raspy voice toward the ship captain.

“Don’t tell me you brought the problem with you.”  Eva got up from her seat and the game and went to meet Gronn a ways away from the ship.  “I swear on the entire planet of Corellia, Gronn –”

At that moment, Eva’s Mando – Akaavi of Clan Spar, she’d haughtily told him (as if he gave a shit) – came down the gangplank with her dinner: a large bowl of soup that… actually smelled fan-fucking-tastic to Vic, even with all the alcohol.  He’d have to talk to the Wookiee in the galley.  After this hand.  Or at least after this drink. 

Minus the soup, fresh script was the only reason Vic was happy to see Akaavi, especially when the fucking Grand Champion took a step back from her.  She was not to be messed with.  “I—ok, I’ll be blunt: I fucked up.”

Vic shotgunned the last of his liquor and rapped the table for another.  Corso supplied.

Akaavi glared at Gronn then sat herself down at the table on the far side of Corso.  She refocused her attention on her soup.  “He says this as if it’s news.”

Gronn sighed.  “You know Clan Dakari?”  Eva swiveled to look at Akaavi and her answer.

Akaavi’s spoon stopped in mid-motion.  “No, I have not hunted with them, but I am aware of their skills.  The finest Akk dogs in the galaxy are bred and raised by them.”  Akaavi put down her utensil. 

That distantly rang a bell in Vic’s mind.  That, or it was an over-tuned speeder.

Gronn’s helmet bobbed, its rill bouncing the lights from the ship off it.  “I’m friends with one of them – Ayessha.”

The bell?/speeder? got louder.  “Togruta.  Great akk dog breeder, right?” Vic dredged his memory. 

“Got two big beautiful animals with her right now, and I said to her, ‘the terrain on Makeb would make for a good training test.’   So she’s here right now.”  Gronn gestured over toward the shuttle, where a door was opening. 

Eva put her hands on her hips.  “This another hot broad in the galaxy that needs you to play hero?” 

Gronn shook his head, and Vic could practically hear the walnut rattling around in there.  “No.  It’s Shavi that needs my help this time, because he didn’t tell me he was coming to Makeb until fifteen minutes ago.”

“Your damsels in distress have diversified to include men?”  Eva eyed Gronn around her gin glass.  “Seriously, you’re a magnet for sob stories – ”

Gronn waved his hand.  “No, not a sob story this time.  This is a – meeting, a crossroads of three people’s bad luck right now, and it’s going to happen here.”

Eva’s jaw locked.  “Why here?” 

Gronn, completely encased in his armor, made no noise minus the rasp of his respirator.  He went still, like an Alderaanian deer caught in the headlights.

“ …because I’m getting the impression that you mean my ship.”  Eva turned to address Akaavi.  “Are you getting that impression?”

“Yes.  He needs to start talking about relevant, useful things.”  It was at that point that Akaavi shifted her grip on her eating utensil and got up from her dinner.

Since their first meeting a few weeks ago at the card game, Vic had started to wonder whether Akaavi could kill someone with a spoon, and it looked like he was about to find out.

Gronn seemed to have the same realization, and he started to speak, rapid-fire.  “Shavi is a … uh…  smug, I guess.  He’s running blasters right now, but he used to do bounty jobs with an old friend.  Miss her.  Anyway, he needed to offload, and I tipped him off about Makeb – Imps will buy them to make sure they have a supply to control the planet now that the Pubs are evaccing –”

A voice pierced the darkness on the far side of the ship, where the sunlight had already disappeared.  “Gronn, you didn’t tell the game was run by gorgeous ladies –”

“YOU!”  The voice was as a thunderclap, and if there were gods, Vic imagined they sounded like her when enraged. 

“You idiot, hide!”   Gronn charged toward the voice in the dark, smacking his forehead right into the underbelly of Virtue’s Thief.  His head snapped back, but his legs kept him moving “Kriff, she’s already here.”

Moving swiftly, the Togruta woman – over six feet tall in her armor – ran across the mesa as Makeb’s sun began its final descent.  At her side were two akks, long as speeders.  Their tails swished as they sensed their mistress’s ire. 

Vic’s pickled mind conjured up some sort of poetic idea of a moon-huntress with her companions, but what came out of his mouth was “I hate dogs.  But you’re awesome.” 

With a sharp cry, Ayessha let the akk dogs charge out into darkness.  For a split second they disappeared –

-- and then they came charging back through in hot pursuit of a male Chiss, who was cursing at them as he ran.  Gronn clanked back toward the card table to try to keep an eye this awful race. 

On the first pass in front of the pazaak table, Risha dryly commented, “I think the dogs are bigger than he is.”

“I heard that!  Where do you get off – when I’m running for my life – ”   His retort was pre-empted by a “Baay Shfat!” aimed the sky as he kept moving.

“What the hell did he do?”  Akaavi asked Gronn, crossing her arms. 

“He sold her a shit ship,” Gronn answered dejectedly. 

 “Oh, in that case, let him die.”  Eva rattled the ice in her now-empty glass and began to hike up the gangplank to the galley. 

“WHAT!” yelled Shavi.  “GRONN, YOU BROUGHT ME HERE TO DIE, YOU COCKSUCKER.”

“Dinner and a show.  Nice.  Get me some of that soup?”  Vic snared a piece of his Imp-issued script between his two fore-fingers and held it out to Eva.  She waved it off.

And here was the reason Vic played here – the free food.  Hell yeah, even with the iron-jawed broads running the show and the non-stop liquor --- wait, why did he ever think that was bad?

Vic put his script back into his pile and noticed it was smaller than when he started.  Oh, yeah, that’s why.

“Eva –”  Gronn stretched to his full wingspan to latch onto Eva’s arm and prevent her from going inside her ship. 

Vic shook his head, then he laugh-snorted.  “I want more alcohol and snacks to watch this.  Normally, they only put this kind of thing on pay-per-view.” 

Corso made a “pfffft” noise and got up from the table to address Gronn.  “The hell you thinking bringing trouble here?”

Gronn gestured helplessly – which was a hell of an achievement for a seven-foot-tall fucker.  “I thought I could get Shavi on and off the planet faster than Ayessha could figure out he was here.  I was gonna introduce her to Akaavi and Eva to distract her – she’s tight with her dad like they were with theirs, and reads novels like Eva does and –”

“You thought we could sit here and braid each other’s hair too?” Akaavi snapped.

Gronn tilted his head to the side.  “No, two of you don’t have hair.”

Eva facepalmed, and Vic cackled as Akaavi’s green eyes narrowed.  “You are so, so stupid,” spat the Zabrak.

“Don’t break your hand on his head.  I know, it’s tempting.  I’ve done things that hurt worse, but a fist off beskar ain’t a walk in the park either,” Vic said as he kicked up his feet on the table to watch Shavi make another mad dash across the mesa.  “Anyone want to bet how long he lasts?  Or which dog finally gets him?”

~~~~~

Gronn had awful taste in friends, herself included.  That was Eva’s conclusion on the matter.  

Risha gave Shavi a cursory glance as he ran past again. “Seven minutes.  The bitch.  The stud isn’t pacing himself.”  She laughed, darkly, at her double entendre as she turned to look up at Eva.  

Yeah, she had a point.  He was nice to look at, and he was in decent enough shape to survive to this point.  

“I’ll give him another five.  Also on the bitch.”  Risha and Vic slid script to the center of the table and watched Shavi run for the rest of his short, little life.

A low, rumbling noise drew Eva’s attention.  That wasn’t unusual on Makeb, honestly; the Imps were still putting effort into making the planet look like it was about to fall apart. …but there was something different about this earthly groan.

At that moment, Guss popped over the horizon.  Eva vaguely remembered him mentioning going out to do something, but the liquor and the card game made her forget why and what. Something had him excited – yelling and screaming and – oh, he was running to the ship – because --?

The akk dogs finally caught up to Shavi, and one had latched on to his arm, the other his leg, in a perfectly executed take-down maneuver.  

A near-deafening crack erupted, and a subteroth broke through the hill behind Guss, setting off the perimeter alarms of Virtue’s Thief.

“Ah SHIT.”   Vic, despite his size, was quick to his feet and reaching for the arms he’d checked at the door.

Eva froze for a second, staring at the gin glass in her hand before chucking it over the side of the gangplank, nearly hitting Corso (‘goddamn!’).  She skittered toward her own holster, which she’d left with her jacket on the back of her chair.  Corso had already turned up his chair and had dropped to his knees for cover.  She heard Bowdaar charging down the gangplank, his bowcaster in hand.  

Risha was on her feet and backpedalling up the gangplank as Gronn grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her behind him and out of Bowdaar’s way.  Then he set up position with his rifle.  Akaavi was already taking point, her soup forgotten --

“No!  Don’t fire!”

Ayessha let out a sharp whistle, but her dogs didn’t heed her.

The akks had already changed course and were headed straight for the subteroth.  

Ayessha unholstered her blaster, trying to wait for her shot.

Akk dogs were good hunters and great companions, but subteroths were decidedly out of their typical prey category.  (Hell, Eva didn’t even know if their exoskeleton was permeable by teeth; she’d always aimed for the red, fleshy bits that poked out in between the plates.)

The stud akk leapt at the subteroth, even as Ayessha desperately commanded him not to.  Eva’s hand instinctively went up, silently ordering her crew to hold fire.  Crew or not, everyone near the ship did as she directed.

With one heavy swing of the subteroth’s jagged arm, the poor animal was sent flying, his belly slit open.  

Just as the creature turned around to grab at the bitch, before anyone near the ship could fire, a single bolt arced through the air and hit the subteroth right through the narrow slot that exposed the electromagnetic crest of the creature.  

With a horrific shriek, the subteroth was effectively blinded, and the bitch was smart enough to finally heed her mistress.  Once the remaining akk dog was out of range, the bombardment of fire began.  Blasters, rifles, bowcasters, and one incendiary grenade Guss had “just in case.”

By the end of it all, the subteroth was a burned-out shell, smoldering from within as it hit the ground.

Vic lowered his blaster, then gave the thing one last shot before approaching.  “This place has enough weird creepy crawlies without that kriffing thing coming up out of the dirt.”  Vic nudged the creature with his boot, then used the long muzzle of his blaster to take a good look at the back of its head.  He let out a low whistle.  “Nice shot.”

Gronn shouldered his rifle and walked toward him.  “Wasn’t you?”

“Nah.”

“Me.  I did it. I’m the man of the hour.”  Shavi shoved himself to his feet, and Eva could see his blaster’s barrel still orange-hot from his contribution to the night.  As she replayed the critical shot in her head, his was the only angle it could have come from.

“Wait.  You were armed the entire time.  Why didn’t you shoot at the dogs?”  Eva asked as she holstered her blaster.

Shavi blew a few strands of his blue-black hair up out of his face.  “I kill a dog, she kills me.  Or if I kill her, Clan Dakari kills me.  Shit quality of life either way.  Figured I could do or say … something.  Not that.” He gestured at the dead creature. “But something.”  He flashed an exceptionally charming smile at her. “What can I say?  I know how to deliver.”

Before Eva could volley back with an “I hope you do,” Ayessha knelt by her injured companion, shushing him as she started triage.  “He’ll live.  May I use your medical bay?”

Eva nodded.  “Yeah.” Gronn gave her a nudge from behind, and she glared at him.  “My associate wants to know if you can call it even for Shavi – you don’t kill him if you cross paths again.”

Shavi’s heavy breathing stopped, immediately, probably biting his tongue hard in order to keep his yap shut.  

Ayessha glared at Shavi, but the whimper of her akk dog stole her attention away.  “Yes. Fine.”  

In the trace light from Virtue’s Thief, Eva could see the worry etched into the Togruta’s face. “Uh… listen.  I get that they’re like your kids…  stay on the ship with them.  Akaavi can set you up with some reading material while you wait for the kolto and stuff to its job….”  Eva gave Shavi a once-over.  “You got basic medical facilities on your ship?”

“Yeah.  I’m not dumb enough to go in there with her, so yeah, I’m heading back to my ship.” Shavi’s gaze shifted slightly from Eva to Risha, who had decided to insert herself into the situation. “Would … one of you like to help me get some of those bite marks on my back?  Or both of you?”

Eva and Risha exchanged a look and they decided to settle this the usual way:  lizard-toad-snake, best of out of three.

Eva won.  

Gronn grunted, disapprovingly.

Eva shook a finger at him.  “Hey, you brought trouble to my ship – I’m taking it away.”

As Ayessha moved up the gangplank with Akaavi, Bowwdar carefully picked up the injured akk and huffed at him, telling him he was a good, brave warrior.  He just had to be wiser next time.  But he was still a good boy.

The remaing akk dog paced around the bottom of the ship, impatient for her lady’s return already. Ayessha  hushed her as she moved away, reassuring the bitch that she would return with her mate.  She just had to be good.  

Eva grabbed her jacket from her chair, stole and swallowed down the rest of Vic’s drink, and placed the empty glass on the table.  “Let’s go.”

Vic realized the game was over.  “Ok, she gets her puppy fixed, he gets you.  What do I get?”

Corso gave Eva a whistle, and she took the hint and activated a switch on her comm link. “You and Corso and Guss can console yourself with one of the hidden caches on Virtue’s Thief.  Think there’s a bottle of twelve-year-old scotch with your name on.  Corso knows where it is.”

Shavi’s red eyes blinked a few times.  “You’re coming with,” he said, almost in disbelief.  His bravado only lapsed for a second before that mouth picked up speed again. “I’m glad you could see that –”

Eva wheeled around and grabbed him by his coat collar.  “You’re a piece of drekk, but you’re a great shot and cute when you’re quiet.  Move.”

Eva only looked back toward her ship once.  She saw Gronn standing alone there.  She turned and continued the walk with Shavi.  Gronn would be here when she got back.

The Chiss inevitably started to run his mouth once they got off his speeder.  He probably didn’t want to compete with the volume.  “So, captain of your own ship.  Just bought this one on my own.  All paid off, all mine.  Not big like yours – little jump job.  Works for my type of business, plus I can take care of myself and a couple of friends in there – as you’ll see.”

When they reached the doors of the smaller freighter, Eva grabbed the hatch and blocked his path in. “We may not be on my ship, but I still got rules.”

Shavi’s eyebrows rose slightly.  “Oh?” He watched, intrigued, as Eva knelt down to untied her boots.  

“I come first.  You wrap it.  You don’t darken my doorstep with your problems, ever again.”  

As her boots hit the earth, Shavi’s hand popped the hatch open.  “And what concession do I get?”

Eva checked a laugh, a tight ‘heh’ emerging into the dusk.  “You’re not the only one who wears lifts around here… I’ll let you keep your boots on.”

Eva rose to her full, natural height… and she still had to look up at Shavi.  

He liked that.

~~~~~

Hope this was in-character and up to your standards, @empire-at-war.  Let me know if you want any changes/corrections/etc -- it’s your gift, so you call the shots! :)  Happy Holidays!

@chokit-pyrus

[aliena-legacy]

Why is Risha on my ship? I mean, I finished the 9 first chapters of KOTFE and I'm going to do Yuun’s alert, why is she still here? She wants to take care of my ship? Or steal the ship? The other companions aren’t on the ship and I know this is a bug but... She is a queen, I don't need more explanations.

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Witches + Plants

Requested by @risha-bug

(Edits By Me)

[depizan]

⭐️ For The Enemy of My Enemy Is!

It was my first SWTOR fic, and I was definitely still figuring things out as I wrote it. It has shades of early installment weirdness here and there and it's not that hard to figure out I was making it up as I went along. Considering that, it still came together pretty well.

Hm, what else. I know I've talked about figuring out how Jezari and Kyrian could get to know each other (more specifically, that she could only get to know him if she had all the power, because Empire). And about not having at all considered why Jezari would have the first three canon Smuggler companions, given Risha's intro and Corso's...er...Corsoness. And that I didn't create Lord Dralick with the idea of his being a recurring villain.

It does have a couple of plot threads or potential plot threads I never really followed up on. If Dralick is to be believed (always a big if when it comes to villains), someone - presumably in Intelligence - set Kyrian up. Kyrian seems to accept this... and doesn't pursue it, at least in any existing fic. Perhaps he did and discovered Dralick was warned of his coming in some other way (bugged Intelligence HQ, dosed some hapless HQ worker with truth serum, intercepted a transmission, etc). Perhaps he suspected Kaliyo and so didn't pursue it (as that would end poorly for her, if true)...though nothing really suggests this. Perhaps he really didn't do more than mentally file away that someone at HQ might dislike him to the point of sabotaging a mission.

The thing is, for all that Kyrian thought he could get away with doing things his way indefinitely, he was never in a position where he could trust his fellow Intelligence personnel the way a 100% loyal and by the book agent might. He might have just decided that the reasons why a coworker might have sabotaged him were more dangerous than having a coworker who might periodically try to sabotage him.

Basically, there are a whole lot of reasons for him to not do more than note in his report that Dralick seemed to have been expecting him. If he even did that much. Kyrian does tend to aim for the version of events in which nothing bad happens to anyone.

The other hanging thread, potentially, consists of the people they rescued. Any of them could reappear, since they're either in the Republic or the galactic underworld. (Or leading a quiet life somewhere far away from all the nonsense.) My headcanon (is it a headcanon if you're the writer?) is that the guy who was the most suspicious of the rescue is Republic military, or possibly SIS...something in that general line anyway. But there really isn't a reason for him to reappear. His suspicions, though inconvenient, were perfectly reasonable, and there wouldn't be sufficient tension in his having to work with them, or somesuch, to make bringing him back worthwhile. (That sort of thing really only makes narrative sense when someone holds a grudge.)

I do wonder a little what Jezari's SIS contact thought when she showed up with rescued Republic personnel and the reassurance that Lord Dralick was - at least temporarily - out of business. It'd be hard to complain about her overstepping her job with the rescuees right there. "I'm sorry, you should've been prisoners of a Sith Lord who was experimenting on you for a few more days while we came up with a rescue."

[swtorpadawan]

4,6,9,22

OTP Ask Questions

Thanks for the asks, @grandninjamasterren !

Going to mix it up again, i think.

4. What’s a Night Out for them?

Zed and Risha would probably head to Nar Shaddaa. For all its flaws, it suits both of their personalities. They would find some trouble to get into, but Risha would make sure they'd make money out of it. Good times.

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

I talked about this one before, but I do have a WIP which pairs Ulannium & Nadia with Corellan & Kira.

The boys are a little awkward about it at first, but Kira and Nadia sell the thing.

It isn't a "public" date. (Obviously.) Its just a little picnic after a mission together. But its cute.

Hope I write this, someday.

9. If they got engaged… who proposed?

Deviah. And Lana said yes. 🥰🥰🥰

22. Who is the photo bug?

Mako definitely takes pics with Xadya and Akaavi, most of them selfies.

Thanks for the asks, @grandninjamasterren !

[ace-culture-is]

Ace culture is getting more excited about a cardigan/poncho hybrid than you’d have hearing any form of “raunchy celebrity gossip.” And then you’re called weird for it.