#theron shan x female smuggler

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I wish you would write a fic where... Theron somehow amasses a following of actual, physical porn bots droids and shenanigans ensue

I saw this prompt come in and devolved into a fit of heinous cackling. How, oh how could I resist trying to render our collective Tumblr nightmare into fictional text form?

Context: While not required reading, this is technically a sequel to this stunning crackfic, authored so long ago. If you need a refresher on the Medical Droid Love Triangle Saga, follow this link. Or this one, which is the real villain origin story of this fic. Or don't, you're already cursed if you click beyond the read more of this post.

With special thanks to @grumpyhedgehog, @sandwyrm, @storyknitter, @kitsonpaws, and @andveryginger for providing me with ideas, cursed pornbot summaries, and many cursed HoloNet websites that should never exist. You are not required to read any of this.

Technically rated T, but in reality rated N for Nobody, because no one should have to read this. I'm packing my bags, as my ride to superhell just came. Enjoy.

It had started as such a normal day -- if you could indeed have called any day on Odessen “normal”. What with the galaxy always being at the brink of some disaster or another, and their merry little band of misfits being led by the galaxy’s most notorious do-gooder, Theron’s schedule and to-do list had a tendency to get derailed on almost a daily basis.

This, however, was not how that usually happened.

He’d paused, mid-step, finger still hovering over his datapad, mid-entry as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, slowly dawning horror washing over him. His head turned slowly, like one of those doomed characters in a horror holofilm to look at the droid he’d just passed.

It was one of the new ones that had come in on a recent shipment. So new in fact, that there was still a fleet of them in the middle of being unpacked in the Logistics Wing. Shining, tall and blue, its highly polished quadranium head pivoted to look back at him.

“What,” Theron swallowed, willing his voice to sound even and not give in to the creeping dread, “what did you say?”

“Theron Shan,” the droid repeated helpfully, “is a master lover.”

“Oh no.” The words slipped out of their own accord.

“Just a moment, sir,” the droid continued, seemingly oblivious to the human’s distress, “I’m not quite done with your evaluation yet. Let’s see, where were we?”

“No no no no.”

The round flattened dome that served as its head tilted to one side, beady orange eyes sweeping over Theron from head to toe, before resuming its cheery, if horrifying report. “Subject is an exemplary specimen. In good cardiovascular health, above average muscle tone. Tall, well-built, and very clean...”

“Um,” Theron stammered. “I’m...” Flattered? Taken? Leaving? Wait--yes, that last one. “Going now!”

He didn’t give the cursed machine any more time to continue ogling him, instead taking off down the hall at a very brisk walk that nearly bordered on a jog. His mind raced at he beat a hasty retreat, trying to understand what was happening. It had been over a year since the The Incident, dubbed by some as the “Sexy Spy Virus”, and others by much more crude names, where a little harmless reprogramming had taken on a life of its own. Theron had been meticulous in his coding of the antivirus, wanting to ensure that the entire debacle would be forgotten. There was simply no way that it could crop back in on its own.

“Theron,” the brisk accented tone of one Lana Beniko burst in over his comm, “why did a droid just feel the need to inform me that they found rust on its insides during its last tune-up?”

“I don’t know,” Theron insisted, but his words were almost drowned out by a metallic clanking echoing down the corridor.

He threw a look over his shoulder, and to his horror, saw that his robotic admirer had decided to give chase. 

“I’m going to have to call you back,” he quickly said into the comm as the droid picked up speed from a walk to an all out gallop.

“Theron,” she sounded both concerned and exasperated, which, considering Lana, was about par the course, “what’s going on?”

“Save me!” He shouted as he took off a dead sprint.

In his many years in the field, Theron had been threatened, sure. Shot at? Many times. He’d been drugged. Tortured. Stabbed through the gut with a lightsaber pike and lived to tell the tale. He’d run into Sith, Revanites, bounty hunters, thugs, fanatics and cultists alike. He’d been in more firefights than he could remember, and more covert ops than he cared to. He’d even been accused of being a traitor (although that was kind of the point at the time).

None of that compared right now to being chased down by a droid yelling at top volume claiming he was the best lover it had ever seen.

And this time, he was pretty sure it wasn’t actually his fault.

He rounded the corner from the corridor leading from the Logistics Wing, passing by the Commander’s (and at this point, his) Quarters. HK-55 and Z0-0M straightened to their full height at his arrival. Oh thank the Force, allies.

“Salutations: Agent Shan, you are looking quite spry today.”

“What?” he panted as he approached.

“Yes, Agent Shan, don’t believe what anyone else is saying!” Zeeyo exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. “Your undercarriage doesn’t look rusty at all!”

Mind sharp as a tack, Theron realized the implications of this just in time, and dodged to the side, ducking and rolling as the assassin-turned-bodyguard droid lunged forward to trap him in a bear hug. Not pausing to even catch his breath, as soon as his feet hit the ground he propelled himself forward and further down the hall.

“Frustration: I only wish to profess my admiration for you, Agent Shan!”

“Nope nope nope nope!” Desperation was starting to tinge the edges of his words now.

The metallic clanking intensified as more droids behind him joined in the chase, all of their vocabulators joining in unison to tell him in one way, or another, that he was in fact, the pinnacle of sexual prowess.

Theron couldn’t run forever, despite whatever their programming was forcing them to say, his stamina would give out before the lustftul droids’ power supplies. As the corridor zigged and twisted, he saw an opening in the form of a door sliding open. Without hesitation he dove in, shoving the individual there, thankfully made of flesh and bone, aside as he slammed the door controls.

The door slid securely shut just as the thunderous clanking filled the corridor beyond, their lustful words of appreciation and encouragement nearly drowned out by the racket. Theron hadn’t bothered to look or count, but he was pretty sure that the number had risen from three in the scant moments it had taken Theron to dart from one corridor to the next.

He held up a hand to his lips as he turned to thank the person who had unwittingly provided his temporary salvation. The words of gratitude died on his lips, as he realized exactly who’s room he had sought refuge in.

For a moment, Theron truly considered surrendering himself to the lusty droid mob.

Draike Highwind’s face was caught somewhere between confusion and amusement, but the latter was winning out as he started to decipher individual phrases drifting in from the corridor. A dark brow arched higher, lips twitching with undisguised mirth as the stupid blue droid that had started this whole mess yelled once again about Theron being a master lover.

More seconds passed, the ruckus quieting down, before silence descended once more, and it was finally safe to speak.

“So,” Draike drew out the word, somehow lacing it with more innuendo than all of the malfunctioning droids combined, “what ya been doing, Shan?”

“Nothing!” he insisted, voice still hushed just in case one of the droids could somehow hear.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” His brother-in-law’s smirk widened into an almost feral grin, eyebrows waggling. “Sounds like you’ve been getting... busy.”

One of the greatest mysteries in the galaxy was how one man could make anything sound that dirty. “I was minding my own business!”

“Oh, I bet you were.”

“You’re having way too much fun with this.”

“I mean...” If looks could kill, the pilot would have melted on the spot. Unfortunately for Theron, Draike was apparently immune to that sort of thing. “How often do I get the chance?”

“Did you do this?”

“Me?” Draike let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Stars, I wish I could have thought of something this good! These are memories I will cherish forever.”

Theron massaged the bridge of his nose. “I hate my life.”

“I mean, I’m not really into droids,” Draike went on, either not knowing (or more likely caring) about his brother-in-law’s predicament, “flesh is more my kind of thing. But you know, if you and the little lady need to spice things up by bringing in a little metal--”

“Please stop. I’m begging you!”

“Begging, eh? So you’re saying you’re more into--“

“Forget it, I’m taking my chances with the sex-crazed machines roaming the halls.” His palm hovered over the door sensors.

“Theron, wait!” There was enough urgency in Draike’s voice to give him pause. “It’s dangerous out there, take this.”

At first, he was honestly afraid to look, expecting to be offered something like a condom or some other bad joke, but was surprised to see the other man holding out a stealth generator.

“To escape your fans.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“I know. I’m a genius.”

“I didn’t say that.” He quickly nabbed the stealth generator before Draike could change his mind and frowned at the initials carved in the side in Aurabesh. “Is this even yours?”

“Eh, close enough.”

Whatever, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Theron would deal with those potential repercussions later.  He flicked on the power to the stealth generator which let out a low, almost inaudible hum as a burst of life engulfed his form. He closed his eyes against the sudden burst of brightness, and when he opened them again, dark spots of the light pattern danced in his vision for a few seconds. He blinked a few more times before they faded away.

He waved an arm experimentally in front of his face, and only felt the slight movement of air. Draike didn’t seem to react at all, and that was probably good enough.

“Thanks,” he said, palming the sensor to the door.

Draike rolled his eyes and ambled out into the corridor, looking around with the air of a man all too used to hiding from those looking for him. Theron watched as he raised a hand to a very slowly moving GNK power droid.

“How’s it hanging?”

“GONK!” 

“Oh yeah? You don’t say! I think I saw him head that way.” Draike pointed in the direction leading to cantina. “Just between you and me, I heard he’s sweet on that droid who’s a comfort enthusiast.”

“GONK! GONK! GONK!”

Still hidden underneath the stealth field, Theron had to bite down the urge to make any noise of frustration and just turned an invisible, irritated gaze at the other man’s back. As if sensing Theron’s irritation, Draike just grinned wider.

“Yeah, you know how those spy types are. Always toying with droids’ hearts. You could do better than him.”

“GONK!”

“Oh, you spicy droid! Yeah, trundle off that way, big guy. I’m sure you’ll catch him!”

With a loud clanking, the GNK droid began his slow and steady journey towards the cantina. As the echoes finally faded, Draike casually stretched, pointing towards the direction of the War Room.

Theron skulked on by, but not before giving his brother-in-law a well deserved whop upside the head. The stealth field flickered momentarily on the physical contact before shimmering back into place.

“It’d serve you right to get caught by doing that,” Draike sniffed indignantly, “after all I’ve done to help you.”

“When all of this is over--”

“Hush now,” Draike waved at the air in front of him. “You have bigger problems to deal with. Meanwhile, I will be heading to the cantina. And definitely won’t be live-streaming any brawls breaking out over the Master Lover breaking droid hearts everywhere.”

Theron snorted out an annoyed breath, and checked his urge to trip Draike as he sauntered off, hands jammed into his pockets as he whistled a jaunty tune. Like the purloined stealth generator, he’d have to worry about slicing and corrupting any servers containing evidence of this mess after he figured out how to stop whatever this was from spreading any further.

The upside to this whole unfortunate side encounter, was that the stealth generator made it possible for him to quietly creep around any droids he passed in the corridor. Most seemed to be making a hasty exit for the cantina, almost as if word had spread of Drake’s false rumor about his and C2-N2’s torrid love affair and every heartbroken circuit was flocking in that direction now.

And when he thought about it like that, when exactly had this become his life? Oh, right. Like fifteen minutes ago. Or however long this nightmare had started. Time had sort of lost meaning, if he were being honest.

He managed to make it to the war room, undetected and unmolested, and quietly snuck his way towards the irritable blonde Sith, holding her head in her hands as if she were battling the world’s strongest migraine. As Theron approached the Sith, he could hear her muttering under her breath in frustration. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat, causing her to jerk her head up in surprise.

“Who’s there?”

“Quiet,” Theron hissed. “They might hear you.”

“Oh, for Sith’s sake,” she exhaled, “where in the blazes have you been?”

“Hiding,” he whispered urgently. “These droids have all gone haywire!”

“And who’s fault is that, I wonder.”

“Not me,” he insisted, “not this time!”

“Right,” she said sardonically, “and I suppose that’s why there isn’t a reality holoseries entitled ‘Programmed for Love’ currently being live-streamed in the cantina for the entire HoloNet to see.”

“Damn it, Draike!” Theron cursed. “I thought he was joking about that.”

“Of course. How did I not see that coming?” she muttered.

“I’ll slice in and scrub all of the servers after we figure out this... this... whatever this is?”

“Your insecurities laid bare in binary?” she suggested, oh so helpfully.

“Why did I come to you for help again?”

“Because--”

It was at that point, that a probe droid, currently speeding its way towards the cantina, happened to take notice of Lana talking to thin air, and veered off its intended trajectory, heading straight for Theron’s position near the back of the war room. If the loud alarms and flashing lights were any indication, it had been able to see through his stealth generator.

Wait... those weren’t alarm proximities it was flashing. As Theron watched its rapid approach, he couldn’t help but stare at it in dumb fascination, brow furrowing as he tried to make out the images it was projecting. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost say it was a bizarre mixture of Aurabesh and hologlyphs.

He squinted, just able to make out: “DX-98 🤖🔥 Analytical  Scanner 💋🙏 Okara Droid Factory 🔍🌌💕 Exobiology Research 🥵🍑 Top HoloFans 0.7%!”

Before he had a chance to process any of that, the droid was already upon him, pincher arms spreading wide to snap him up for some purpose far beyond its original programming. He only had milliseconds to react before the droid reached him, when an explosive force sent the droid flying backwards harmlessly, and had Theron landing ungracefully on his tailbone. The stealth field fizzled out with a pop on his impact with the ground.

A familiar figure landed between him and the droid, twin blue scarves billowing behind her dramatically, blonde ponytail swaying with the motion of her movement. A small frown of concentration bunched her forehead as his wife threw a concerned look in his direction.

“You requested rescue?” Grey asked.

“Ah, my knight in shining armor has arrived,” he quipped back.

“I am not wearing my armor.” The frown of concentration morphed into one of confusion.

“I--never mind.” He pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his hands. “Thank you for the timely intervention.”

She graced him with a hint of a smile and a bob of her head in acknowledgment. “Any time.”

“As touching as all of this is,” Lana broke in sourly, “it still doesn’t solve our larger problem.”

“Yeah,” Theron rubbed the back of his neck, “you’re not wrong. It sounds like this has spread across the entire base?”

“It appears that way,” Lana said tightly. “You know, you assured me that all of this had been taken care of the last time we dealt with this issue.”

“Hey now,” he bit back, “I’m a man of my word!”

She snorted at that. “Tell that to the Umbaran Transit Authority.”

“How are you still mad about that?”

“You tazed me!”

“Focus,” Grey said, eyeing the stunned probe droid warily. “If memory serves me correct, you had a program you deployed to revert the programming of the droids the last time this happened.”

“Yes, that’s what doesn’t make sense.” He watched as the holoprojectors on the downed probe droid flickered, hologlyphs flashing rapidly in the War Room’s dim light. “I programmed it to eliminate all trace of the offending code. The only way it could be reappearing now is if someone took one of the infected droids offline before I deployed...”

Lana arrived at the same conclusion right about the time that Theron did, picking up the thought. “I seem to recall a certain someone requesting you replicate your work for less-than-legal purposes.”

Theron angrily punched the button on his comm as he growled, “Gault!”

The Devaronian’s voice came back immediately, almost a little too suave. “Theron! What a surprise to hear your dulcet tones requesting my presence.”

“Gault,” Lana managed to keep some measure of calm, “are you responsible for this current situation?”

“What situation is that?” he asked far too innocently, even as a distant call of a droid’s clanking nearly drowned out it’s loud declaration of the presence of rust on one Theron Shan’s “bolt”. There was a moment of silence before he continued. “Oh! You mean the lustful droids currently running amok on the base?”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Lana said dryly. “My original question stands.”

“I am shocked, shocked and scandalized that my name would be the first to come to mind! Might I remind you, it was one Miss Djannis who requested you create her a Shan Sexbot.”

“Yeah,” Kaliyo jumped in on the comms, clearly annoyed, the sound of metallic brawling nearly drowning out her voice, “I wanted it for hilarious crimes! Not whatever the fuck this is!”

“Gault,” a third voice, Hylo Visz, cut in. From the background noise, it seemed she was in the same location as Kaliyo. “I swear, if you don’t help us figure out how to stop this, when you’re not looking I’ll cut off your--”

“Okay, okay, geez!” He interrupted before his significant other could finish whatever that threat was. “Fine, it was me! I deactivated a droid before Theron uploaded his program.”

“Of course.” Lana rolled her eyes upwards, as if asking the Force for patience.

“In my defense,” Gault continued, “originally it was just to shut the stupid thing up! But then Kaliyo came up with that brilliant idea for the Shan Sexbot Distraction, and I thought, why not hold on to this beauty in case it came in handy for a con?”

The sound of Theron smacking his forehead in frustration echoed throughout the War Room.

“So you know, just had a fun idea come to me the other day, so I extracted the original programming and altered a few things, and tried to put it into a new droid for my plan.”

“Did that droid happen to be a blue medical monstrosity?” Theron was actively massaging his temples at this point.

“I will have you know,” Gault said, “that BL-U3 is a consummate professional. You would be lucky to have him perform a medical exam on you!”

“Yeah, that was definitely his intent,” Theron shot back. “Purely professional and not lecherous at all! Which was not in any of my code.”

“Hey, I never claimed to be very talented when it came to software programming. I may have made a mistake or two when altering your code.”

“May have?!”

“How was I supposed to know that the remnants of the Gemini Frequency code in our systems was going to work after the entire Eternal Fleet had gone offline and deploy your software STD to the entire network? Sue me!”

“I’m considering it!”

Before the mostly pointless argument could escalate any further, the sounds of metallic clanking from above, roughly from the location of the cantina, began to grow closer, the cacophony increasing in volume, until it sounded like it was coming in all directions.

“That is not a good sign,” Grey’s mutter was nearly lost to the noise.

“Hey,” Drake’s annoyed voice cut in over the comm, “my livestream is now officially ruined! I hope you’re all happy!”

“I’m afraid to even ask why,” Theron said.

“Oh, it seems all of my extremely eligible and single contestants heard your voice over the comms and abandoned challenging Seetoo Enntoo to unarmed droid combat for the right to court you, and are now all headed in your direction.”

“Oops.”

“Worry not Agent Shan,” the unusually warbly vocabulator of C2-N2 came over the comms, “I will not rest until I alone can provide you with the ultimate in comfort!”

“We should probably get a different housekeeping droid after this is all over,” he told his wife.

That seemed a lesser concern to Grey, as she had shifted into Alliance Commander mode, and was currently on the comms, shouting for every available member of the Force Enclave to get to the War Room as fast as possible to help hold off the incoming army of lustful droids.

Yeah, come to think of it, that was probably more important.

“We must use nonlethal force,” she stressed, giving a particularly severe look to Lana when she said that, getting a simple nonplussed shrug in return, “as we only need to hold the droids at bay until we can come up with a solution. They are not to blame for what’s happening.”

Theron begged to differ, but she was probably right in this case. The cost of repairing or replacing an entire base full of droids would be astronomical.

As Force users began to stream in and take up position around the room, the sound of wheels racing along the metal plating caught Theron's attention, and he looked over to see a familiar silver T7-series astromech racing into the room. He tensed up instinctively at the sight of a droid, as anyone would have in his situation.

“Teeseven!” Grey called out with a smile, clearly not as wary or droidshy.

The little astromech let out a friendly whistle and series of chirps in binary, that roughly translated to: “T7-01 = Safe! // Been off network entire morning!”

“Oh, what a relief,” she breathed, “I would have hated for you to be infected with this too!”

He let out another series of beeps: “T7-01 = still in possession of original antivirus code. // Can tweak it and upload to servers = Save the day?”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Theron muttered.

“T7 = not scared!”

Grey’s expression melted into one of admiration and pride. “Teeseven, that’s incredibly brave -- but are you sure? Theron’s right, it could be very dangerous.”

“T7 = Jedi + Theron’s friend. // Helping > Risk!”

She looked at him and he returned the gaze with a small nod, realizing there wasn’t much in the way of choice. It was either that or let the droids overrun them. And then whatever happened when one of them actually got their hands on on Theron -- a prospect he wasn’t really that thrilled to explore right now.

“Fine,” he said tersely, “let’s do this!”

The two of them rushed over to the center console in the room, Theron pulling out his slicer spike as Teeseven plugged his scomplink arm into the main network terminal. The rest of their reinforcements from the Force Enclave arrived just in time and formed a ring around the two slicers. They managed to erect a large Force barrier just as the metallic clanging and clatter grew to a roar, announcing the arrival of the lecherous horde.

Near the front of the mob, Z0-0M threw up her arms in glee and excitement as she jumped to try and catch sight of her beloved. “There you are Agent Shan! You left before we could finish our conversation -- you were saying something about oxidation?”

“Interjection: Do not listen to this hussy, Theron! You and I will make sweet explosions together!”

Theron valiantly tuned them out as he took in a feed of the original antivirus code that Teeseven shared with him. Yes, this all looked correct. Unfortunately, he was going to need get a look to see how Gault had mutilated his beautiful original coding to know how to alter it.

Teeseven was two steps ahead of him, and a stream of code flashed across the HUD in his ocular implants. He watched in horror as he saw the butchery with his own two eyes.

“Gault, where the hell did you get this code?” he asked over the comms incredulously. “HornHub?”

“Excuse you, I only frequent the classiest places on the galactic communications grid, like HoloHump!” The growl of Gault’s name from a very angry Mirialan smuggler had him quickly adding. “You know, I’m just going to shut up and let you concentrate on what you’re doing.”

Teeseven, ever the valiant worker, ignored the conversation completely, and was hard at work running diagnostics on the altered code and the best way to modify the antivirus to address it. Theron watched the stream of letters and numbers fly across the HUD at lightning speed.

The little guy was good at what he did. He let out a flurry of beeps and whistles as almost the last piece of this very lurid puzzle started to fall into place. The little droid seemed to almost be singing along with the code as he wrote it, like a mechanical maestro conducting an orchestra. They were close, so close and--

The next whistle Teeseven let out was not his normal, cheerful way of communication, much lower in timbre and more seductive.

No.

Teeseven whirled his flat head around until his visual sensor faced Theron, and let out another wolf whistle, his holoprojector lighting up to proudly display: T7-01 🤖👀🔍 Observant 👁️🔭 Scanner 🔍🏞️ Tython 🌄👏 215 🍒♎ Repairing 👅🙈 Top HoloFans 3.6%

“What was that?” Grey shouted to be heard over the droids catcalling.

“No no no no,” Theron muttered, “we’re so close! Don’t do this to me, little buddy!”

“What happened to my precious baby boy?” Grey demanded, sweat trickling down the side of her face as she struggled to maintain the Force barrier.

Beyond the barrier, the rest of the porndroid army followed suit with Teeseven, all either wildly projecting their own series of hologlyphs and random facts about themselves and their planets of origins, while others struck disturbingly seductive poses, and a scant few demanded that “ShanDaddy” start a holocall with them in private.

With no time and no recourse left, Theron dove back into the system, yanking Teeseven’s unfinished code as he was nearly overwhelmed with lewd images and thirsty hologlyphs, struggling to finish and upload the code as the volume in the War Room rose to a crescendo just as the Force users’ began to fall, one after the other, their barrier weakening by the moment.

The overwhelming cacophony of hologlyphs, lewd poses, and robotic come-ons that had filled the War Room suddenly disappeared. All eyes turned to the droids as almost in unison, as they all powered down—a sign that their malware had been neutralized. Theron slumped back in relief, his work finally done.

Grey, Lana, and the others let out a long sigh of relief, the tension leaving their bodies in a rush.

“Thank the Force,” Grey murmured, sinking down to the ground. “I do not think I could have held that barrier much longer.”

Theron nodded, feeling a similar sense of exhaustion. He leaned back against the console, closing his eyes but was unable to banish the mentally scarring series of images that were probably permanently burned into his retinas.

“Remind me,” he said faintly, “to obliterate HoloHump’s servers. Once I’m done murdering Gault.”

“You act as if there will be anything left after I find him,” Lana said darkly.

“Remember everyone,” Grey spoke in her best and most official Alliance Commander voice, “murder is bad and frowned upon in the Official Alliance Employee Handbook.”

“Query: Why are we all in the War Room?” HK-55 asked as he came back online. “And more importantly, why is that blue meddroid manipulating its medical instruments into a heart shape, as if expressing affection towards the Commander?”

[anchanted-one]

Star Wars Games Japanese Dub

I just watched a clip of a Japanese VTuber playing that moment in Fallen Order. You know, that moment where Darth Spoiler shows up to make Cal question his entire life.

(This is the link in case anyone’s interested: https://youtu.be/PdBqXDXZLHI )

And I started thinking, who might be good voices for SWTOR characters. If anyone has any fancasts, please let me know. (This is not a comprehensive list)

Player Characters:

1.      Male Knight Male: Toshiyuki Morikawa (Minato in Naruto, Isshin Kurosaki in Bleach, Kagaya Ubayashiki in Demon Slayer. Also, he’s the OFFICIAL dub-over artist for EWAN MCGREGGOR, so…)

2.      Female Knight: Marina Inoue (Momo Yaoyorozu in MHA, Armin in AoT, Yoko Littner in Guren Lagan)

3.      Female Warrior: Romi Park (Edward Elric in FMA and FMA:B, Toshiro Hitsugayain Bleach, Temari in Naruto, and Teresa in CLaymore)

4.      Male Warrior: Noriaki Sugiyama (Sasuke Uchiha in Naruto)

5.      Male Inquisitor: Toshihiko Seki (Muzan in Demon Slayer)

6.      Female Inquisitor: Yumi Hara (Albedo from Overlord)

7.      Male Consular: Ryotaro Okaiayu (Byakuya Kuchiki in Bleach, Kokushibo in Demon Slayer)

8.      Female Consular: Nana Mizuki (Hinata Hyuuga, Naruto)

9.      Female Smuggler: Rie Kugimiya (Alphonse Elric in FMA and FMA:B, Happy in Fairy Tail, Kagura from Gintama)

10.  Male Smuggler: Yuki Kaji (Sonic in Onepunch Man, Shoto Todoroki in MHA)

11.  Female Agent: Shizuka Ito (Irina Jelavic in Assassination Classroom, Byleth in Fire Emblem Three Houses)

12.  Male Agent: Kazuhiko Inoue (Kakashi in Naruto, Gildarts in Fariy Tail, and Yoriichi in Demon Slayer)

13.  Male Trooper: Katsuyuki Konishi (Laxus in Fairy Tail, Tengen Uzui from Demon Slayer)

14.  Female Trooper: Miyuki Sawashiro (Daki from Demon Slayer, Minfilia from FF14)

15.  Male Hunter: Hiroki Yasumoto (Sado Yasutora from Bleach, Elfman Strauss in Fairy Tail)

16.  Female Hunter: Atsuko Tanaka (Motoko Kusanagi from Ghost in the Shell, Konan in Naruto, Merlwybb Bloefhiswyn in FF14)

 NPCs

1.      Satele Shan: Miyuki Sawashiro (Daki from Demon Slayer, Minfilia from FF14) (Why Miyuki again? If you know, you know!)

2.      Darth Malgus: Kenjiro Tsuda (Atomic Samurai in One Punch Man, Hans in Konosuba, Kishibe in Chainsaw Man)

3.      Lana Beniko: this was a tough one. I can’t decide between Yui Ishikawa (Violet Evergarden, Mikasa Ackerman in AoT) and Ai Kayano (Y’Shtola in FF14, and Darkness). I’m leaning towards the former, but I see way too many similarities between Y’Shtola and Lana to fully discard this one.

4.      Theron Shan: Yuichi Nakamura (Gray from Fairy Tail, Mumen Rider from Onepunch Man, Satoru Gojo in Jujutsu Kaisen)

5.      Valkorion: Naoya Uchida (Madara Uchiha from Naruto)

6.      Darth Marr: Hochu Otsuka (Jiraiya from Naruto)

7.      Arcann and Thexan: Kenyu Horiuchi (Tobirama Senju and Tendo Pain from Naruto)

8.      Vaylin: Aoi Yuuki (Tanya in Saga of Tanya the Evil, Diane in Seven Deadly Sins, Kumoko in So I’m a Spider, and Krul Tepes in Seraph of the End)

9.      Senya: Masako Katsuki (Tsunade in Naruto)

10.  Kira Carsen: Rie Takahashi (Megumin)

11.  Scourge: Akio Otsuka (All for One in MHA, Shunsui Kyoraku in Bleach, Gaius Baelsar in FF14)

12.  Vette: Kana Hanazawa (Kanroji Mitsuri in Demon Slayer, Mayuri Shiina in Steins;Gate aka “tuturu” girl)

13.  Jaesa Willsaan: Saori Hayami (Yor Forger from Spy x Family, Shinobu Kochou from Demon Slayer)

14.  Malavai Quinn: Jun Fukuyama (Korosensei in Assassination Classroom, Ban in Seven Deadly Sins, Joker in Persona 5, and Kazuma in Noragami)

15.  Pierce: Daisuke Ono (Sebastian in Black Butler)

16.  Torian Cadera: Masakazu Morita (Ichigo Kurosaki in Bleach, Whis in Dragonball Super) (Chosen for a very specific reason)

17.  Gault: Koji Yusa (Gin Ichimaru in Bleach)

18.  Aric Jorgan: Hideo Ishikawa (Itachi Uchiha in Naruto, Jushiro Ukitake in Bleach)

19.  Kaliyo Djannis: Fairouz Ai (Power in Chainsaw Man)

20.  Risha Drayen: Yoko Hikasa (Utahime in Jujutsu Kaisen, Angelina Shields in Irregular at Magic High)

21.  Akaavi Spar: Satsuki Yukino (Yoruichi Shihoin in Bleach)

[queenalicization]

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I love the hug💖 it was so sweet😊💕

[sullustangin]

Fictober Prompt #31: “Take me with you.”

Fandoms: SWTOR and KOTOR

Time:  "Present Day” in SWTOR; Post-game, KOTOR, pre-TSL

A/N: Unsure whether to label this self-indulgent crossover or crack!fic.  Maybe both.  Anyway, this was meant to be a lot less elaborate than I thought, and then it ran away from me. I’ll blame Dr. Oggurobb.  Bit of a longer piece. It was a fun little lark.

**

“Oggurobb, you shrank Revan.”  Eva stared, eyes huge, at the figure that stood on the platform in place of Koth and Lana. The familiar mask stared at her, about half a foot lower than it used to be.

Things were not going well in the lab today.

She threw a quick, desperate glance back at the Hutt, whose hands were flying over his monitors. Theron glared up at him and turned to look at Eva’s source of concern.  

Revan spoke – and it was not the voice either of them knew.  “Hey, I’ve always been this size.”

Theron came to stand next to Eva.  She immediately started to run a visual check on him, running her eyes up and down --

“Stop that,” he hissed.

“Hey, I’ll tell you if you go translucent.  Or get shorter.”  

Theron nudged her and turned his attention back toward….  “Are you Darth Revan?”

“I used to be.” The mask lifted itself slightly. “Interesting flag.”  The figure gestured toward the Alliance symbol.  

“Not a fan,” came a raspy voice from behind Revan (?) in the shadows of the platform.  

As he came forward to stand next to his companion, Theron shifted his weight and said with some disbelief, “Admiral Onasi.”

“I got promoted? Well, that’s nice to know.”  He drew close to Revan, a step behind and to the right.  

Eva recognized that deference to protocol – it was the same that she and Theron maintained when they were out in public.   And maybe that was all it was.  She turned to look back at Oggurobb, who for once actually looked a little flustered how badly his experiment had gone.  “Uhm.  Should we be worried about Theron disappearing?”

“No, Captain. Fortunately, we have only disrupted another universe’s timeline, not our own.  You can share information freely.”

Eva and Theron stared at each in silent horror.

“Fortunately?” At that moment, Revan removed their mask and pushed back their cowl.  “I think we need an explanation.  Now.” 

Revan was not the tall, lean man that Eva had met at the Maelstrom Prison, nor the Force Ghost that had appeared again and again over the last fifteen years.  Instead, Revan was a strawberry blonde of medium height with soft blue eyes that looked disturbingly familiar. Her hair was tightly braided, and as her hood fell, the coil slipped out.  

“Uhm.  Dr. O back there was messing around with his transporter – trying to transport people over distances to save on shuttle costs.  And our friends disappeared.  And you appeared when we tried to beam them back. Sorry we screwed up your space-time continuum?”  Eva offered.

There was an awkward silence as Revan and Onasi stared at them.  

Well.  Shucks.  “I’m Eva Corolastor, captain of this merry crew, the Alliance.”  

“I’m Theron Shan. Operations manager of the Alliance.” That was the short version of everything Theron did.  

Onasi startled slightly and stared at Theron.  “…are you related to Bastila?  Somewhere down the line?”  He looked back and forth between Theron and Eva suspiciously.  “How many years down the line?”

“300,” Theron answered calmly.  “Revan in our universe is… very different from this Revan.”

The woman seemed to immediately pick up on what Theron was getting at.  “I’m Questra Kharr.  Revan was always just a title.”  She tilted her head slightly to look up, a gesture Eva knew from --  “Someone else in your universe took that title… Malak – did you have a Malak?”

Theron nodded.

“Malak took his title. Our other friends took titles. …we were just the last two to survive.”

“But that’s got to do with Basti----?”  Onasi stopped himself as the pieces came together.  “Oh.  A.. different Revan.  Wow.” He frowned.  He pointed up at the flags.  “Explain.”

Eva sighed and crossed her arms.  “Long story short, something bigger than the Pub and Empire came around.  Some of us ditched our respective sides, joined with people who’d never been on a side.  We took care of it.  We’re a third faction in the galaxy.”  

Questra seemed to freeze as Onasi stepped forward.  “Something bigger?  What could possibly bring the Republic and the Sith together?  After everything we’ve done –”

“Carth.”  Questra said his name quietly, and Eva knew her first read on his body language toward Revan had been correct.  “I think – even though this universe is on a different trajectory than ours – because of who their Revan was – we don’t need to get into an argument over whether allying with the Sith was a good idea.” She leaned slightly to look past the smuggler and the spy. “How long will we be here?”

“Hours.  I can see the errors in my computations now – it is fascinating to see how the errors manifested through the crossing of the spatial timeways.  I would very much like to calculate at what singular point did the timelines diverge—”

“But it can be done in a few hours?” Onasi cut in, impatiently.  

“Yes, yes, it can.” The Hutt dove back into his work, hands waving wildly as they gestured at the screen.  

The four humans stood in awkward silence for a few moments as the Hutt started to hum-sing a Sith operatic aria.

“Never had a problem that wasn’t solved or at least made more interesting by going to the cantina,” Eva threw out there.  

Onasi shrugged.  “Why the hell not.  Canderous could never say he drank in another dimension.”

Questra considered the offer, then looked over at Theron.  “I think I’d like a tour of your facilities.  And maybe some gossip about Bastila, 300 years removed.”

Eva and Theron exchanged a look.  Divide and conquer it was – but carefully.  

**

“Nice work.  Most of my trainees take a week to slice that.”

Questra straightened up. She’d asked for directions to the ladies’, then had diverted quickly to the nearest computer lab.  Even after she became a Jedi (again), she always kept her slicing kit on her.  She turned to see Theron Shan leaning up against the wall near the door.  “I apologize. I didn’t know if you would divulge information about the Emperor.  Your Emperor.  …the one thing I suspect would bring members of the Republic and the Sith Empire together.”

The smirk that had threatened at the edge of Theron Shan’s mouth disappeared.  “He was.”

Questra stared at the sliced database that she had just about to access.  “…Revan could not defeat him.”

“No.”

“….did what Revan attempt… spare anyone?  Save anyone?”

“…he believed he did.”

Questra stared at the flags hoisted on the wall.  A light touch with the Force, and she could tell Theron’s mind was well-disciplined and shielded.  He had been trained by Jedi, though he was not one himself.  “But the Emperor still came.  And someone still had to stand up.  Someone – the Captain.”  

“Have you already left Onasi behind? Or … are you still considering, which is why you’re slicing into my database?”  Theron asked, bluntly.

Questra’s breath hitched.

**

“She’s a good little ship. Old now.  Can’t compete with some of the isotope-5 craft, but what she now lacks in speed, she makes up with stealth.  Can’t track her.”  Eva drifted behind Carth– he told her to call him that, now that he was on her ship – as he took in the innards of her pride and joy, Virtue’s Thief.  

“We have a Dynamic class. Puny, compared to this.  Like a quarter of the size.  And this is a light freighter, these days?”  Carth shook his head.  “And some people say things don’t change much.  Clearly have never been around ships.  Or had to pilot one of these things.”  One side of Carth’s mouth pulled up in a smile. “Don’t suppose we have time for a joyride?”

“I told Dr. O I wanted my people back in time for supper, so unfortunately, no.”   Eva followed Carth as he wandered up the main hallway of the Thief toward the cockpit.  

“You’re the boss here?”

“I am.”

“And Theron’s your man.”

“Same way you are Questra’s.”  Eva smashed the volley right down the line.

Carth bit back a laugh as he knew his attempt at subtlety had failed.  “Yeah.  How – how do you handle missions apart?”

Eva wiggled her fingers on her left hand, feeling the small weight of the ring.  “We don’t do those anymore… not long term.  Let’s just say Theron saved the galaxy – and me – and nearly got himself spaced in the process.  I wasn’t happy.  And we were tired of being apart.”

“….how did the Revan and Bastila in this universe do it?”

Eva could give an honest answer to that.  “I don’t know.  I mean, they did have a kid together, which is why we have Theron.  I’m not much of a history person.”

He wasn’t swayed.  “The bigger threat you dealt with.  It… it pulled on your Revan, didn’t it?”

Eva didn’t answer. 

“I saw how she reacted when you said that.  I-I’m not Force Sensitive, but I know her.” 

Eva watched as Carth’s mind tried to stitch the parallels this alternative universe to his own.  He kept talking.  “Ques has been having some awful dreams.  Won’t talk about them.  Keeps getting restless.  She – she takes the Ebon Hawk out to the edge of the known galaxy, sits there for awhile, comes home….it’s like she’s a jumper.  Gets up to the edge.  Thinks about going.  Doesn’t. Not that time, anyway.”  

Eva never did study history – that was more Theron’s burden.  But she vaguely remembered thinking, after doing a quick read of the whole Star Forge hunt, that Onasi was ok.  He was a skeptic – historically referred to as ‘paranoid.’  She could relate to that, as a Force-null bantha trying to make her way through the galaxy.  

The label overshadowed how mentally quick he was, how he could read people, and how he could read between the lines.  “Revan. Your Revan didn’t come back.  One of those times.”

Eva sighed and looked over at Carth.  “You really wanna know?”

**

When Carth and Questra climbed the stairs up to the transporter, they were both silent.  They didn’t look at each other.  They both seemed heavy, weighed down by the knowledge….

Just as Oggurobb hit the transporter’s actuator and they began to fizzle out and hopefully return to their home universe, Carth turned toward Questra and grabbed her arm. “Take me with you. Whenever you go.”

Questra’s mouth dropped open, but no answer came as they twinkled out of existence.  

A long silence ensued as Theron and Eva stared at the spot they had stood upon.

“Did Questra ask you about the Emperor?”

“I’m guessing Onasi asked you about Revan’s eventual disappearance?”  Theron scowled at her, and at himself.  “We shouldn’t have – ”

“Happy endings aren’t crimes.  Especially when you know exactly how sad the alternative is.”

 **

Hours later, as Oggurobb hurriedly worked to retrieve Koth and Lana, Eva and Theron sat on the steps that led up to his platform, nursing cups of caf late into the night.  They were comparing notes.  “You saw the blue eyes, right?”

“Yeah, they were hard not to notice.  But it’s 300 years, removed, in an alternative universe.  It – it doesn’t mean that things that happen here or even the people that exist in our universe will come to be,” Theron animatedly objected, waving his cup around with one hand before taking a long, long sip.  “So what, if the eyes looked like Satele’s.”

“He moves like you, you know.  The walk.”

“That’s caused by a gunbelt. Standard-issue in the Republic for hundreds of years, literally.”

“I’ve  -- ok, let’s just say out of all the gunbelts in the galaxy I’ve ever seen, only you two strut like that.” Eva deftly dodged one implication and staggered into the other.  “It’s not identical, because you did Jedi gymnastics – but it’s – it’s uncanny.” Eva let her eyes trail up to his head. “The hair color too.”

Eva and Theron drank their caf for awhile.  Then: “She was a slicer.  Satele has a knack for it. Nobody knows why.  Generations of Jedi, and somehow, she can slice like it’s second nature. Never developed it all the way, like I did but… Theron shook his head.  “Why are you so interested anyway?  This is my multiverse existential crisis.”

Eva finished her cup of caf and placed the cup out of the way.  “I’m just hoping there’s a Theron in every universe, regardless of who Revan is.  And regardless of who Revan is, they ... pick those who are willing to wait.  Like you did for me.”

A sigh escaped him, and they leaned into each other.

Oggurobb let out a triumphant “AHA!” and the transporter spun up.  Almost as quickly as they had disappeared, Lana and Koth reappeared, as if no time had passed for them.

Eva was on her feet approaching the platform, and Theron was a step behind her and to the left.  

Koth and Lana stared around the room.  “We’re home, yes?” Lana asked, cautiously.

“12 hours later than anticipated, but yeah.  …Everything in one piece?” Eva asked.

Lana exhaled in relief. “Yes. As you probably gathered, we ended up in a different universe.  One where the Alliance did exist…but not to defeat the Emperor. Events had … gone differently, 300 years before.”

Koth couldn’t contain himself any longer.  “Theron, you were a badass Jedi in the other universe.  Great Galaxies, you – you were amazing.  I mean, you’re pretty impressive now, but with a lightsaber and doing all those crazy acrobatics.  Damn.”

Eva and Theron exchanged a look, both of them laughing with some disbelief and a little bit of panic at what they might have done.

Lana added on as she descended from the transporter.  “You were there as well, Captain.  Absolutely the same.  Still a smuggler.  I think you may be a universal constant.”  Of course, Lana would appreciate that.

Dr. O piped up from the back.  “I have considered that!  The existence of anchors that manifest as sentients is completely feasible!”

“….and despite him being a Jedi, you two ended up together anyway.  Some things are just fate, huh, Lana?”  Koth smirked at Lana, who only huffed a little. Koth was exceedingly pleased by this development.  

Eva set the bait.  “So, Theron Shan and Eva Corolastor always end up together? I like the sound of that.”

Koth took it, unaware. “Theron wasn’t a Shan.  Something else.  O’Nally? O’Nasty?”

“Onasi?” Theron weakly suggested.

“Yeah!  How’d you guess?” 

**

A/N 2:  The implication is that my KOTOR!verse Questra doesn’t do as SWTOR!verse Keanu Reeves does (we’re never given his name pre-Revan); she does not pursue the Emperor.  I also find it interesting that regardless of what gender/orientation Revan has, their love interests Bastila and Carth (and Canderous, I think?) wait for Revan’s return, just as Theron waits for his Outlander.  The Force may not pass down through to Theron, but many other traits do.

[lonewolfel]

“There is just something about them/her/him.”

Pre Theron Shan/Darth Imperius

Theron watched Darth Imperius as she spoke to Lana and her apprentice Ashara. He couldn’t help, but find the Dark Council member interesting. She wasn’t the first Dark Council member that Theron had met, but she was the oddest. 

Darth Imperius seemed to be kind. She was willing to work with the Republic. Not to mention she seemed to have no problem taking orders. She spared people without prompting and didn’t seem nearly as threatening as she should be. Darth Imperius seemed content to sit silently while Lana, Theron, and Jentinn came up with plans. Not to mention the off handed flirting she shot his way. Theron didn’t know what to do with that. 

When Theron had learned that he was going to be working with Darth Imperius he had done research on her and her crew; Khem Val, Andronikos Revel, Ashara Zavros, Talos Drellik, and Xivhkalrainik. Khem Val was a dashade that once served Tulak Hord. Andronikos Revel used to serve in the Republic military then he became a pirate. His crew then mutiny and he met up with Darth Imperius back when she was an apprentice. Ashara Zavros was a Jedi youngling that Darth Imperius manipulated and turned into her apprentice. Talos Drellik is a lieutenant in the Imperial Reclamation Service and helped Darth Imperius find ancient artifacts. Xivhkalrainik or Xalek was captured by a Sith during a battle and taken to Imperial labor camps. He was strong in the force so he was taken to Korriban where Imperius took him as one of her apprentices. Darth Imperius on the other hand there is nothing known about her past life. Even her species is a mystery, depending on the text she is either a Pureblood Sith, Human, or Chiss. 

Theron caught himself staring at the Dark Lord. He shook his head and looked back at his work. Ashara broke away from the group and walked towards Theron. She sat down in front of him. The young togruta smiled at him slightly. 

“Has the Captain responded yet?” Ashara asked and Theron shook his head. 

“No she will let us know once she finishes attacking the supply cache.” Theron said and then the terminal went off. Theron snorted at the Voidhound’s timing. Lana, Imperius, Ashara, and Theron walked over to the terminal. He answered the call and a holo of the infamous Captain Jentinn Riggs appeared in the pirate get up that she had bought for this occasion. 

“Their caches are ash. Hey that rhymed.” The Captain said 

“Nice work.” Theron said 

“We believe that one more attack should solidify our pirate feud and disguise our true goal.” Lana said 

“I heard one of the Nova Blades mention a slave camp. Is it right for me to assume that’s my next target?” The Captain said

“Slave camp?” Darth Imperius asked and she straitened in interest. Ashara had this look on her face that was a mixture of fear and horror. Theron wondered if it was the Nova Blades or the Tagruta’s master. 

“You remember me saying that the Nova Blades basically run things around here? For the most part they are pretty hands off. But if someone stands up to them or fails to pay their fees to live? The Blades grab them and ship them off to the slave camp.” Theron said 

“The slaves are a substantial part of the Nova Blades’ income, both through their labor in hazardous mines and as merchandise for offworld slave trades.” Lana said and the air seemed to get cold. It seemed to come from the Darth. 

“Not any longer. I will deal with the slave camps alone.” Imperius said 

“Master…” Ashara started but Imperius lifted her hand. This motion seemed to silence the apprentice. 

“Of course, my Lord. We don’t know the exact location so you will need to stow away in a supply crate.” Lana said and this caused Jentinn and Theron to frown. They looked at eachother. The two Pubs seemed to agree that it was a bad idea to send a Dark Council member to the slave camp. 

“Shouldn’t I be doing it. After all I am the one we are pretending is a pirate.” Jentinn said with her arms crossed. 

“I am going this is not up for discussion.” Imperius snapped and walked out of the room. Ashara smiled sympathetically and shrugged. She then followed her master.

“This isn’t going to end well.” Jentinn said 

“I have faith in Darth Imperius.” Lana said

“Well, I don’t.” Jentinn said and she hung up the holo. This left the two remaining members of the team in silence. 

“Imperius is going to kill everyone there.” Theron said 

“Do you really think she will?” Lana asked and she returned to her work. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Theron had sliced into duos’ com. She may show mercy when she was watched, but that doesn’t mean he should trust her to do the right thing. They didn’t seem to talk much as most of the sound was just fighting. 

“Were you really a slave once? I just can’t imagine you in one of these cages. I can’t imagine you… helpless.” Ashara asked and Theron froze. Suddenly it made more sense why she took so much interest in the slave camp.

“I rather not talk about it.” Imperius said 

“Of course, Master.” Ashara said and the two sith went back to silence. 

“I see you're stalking a Dark Council member. Isn’t that a death wish?” Jentinn said from behind him. Theron turned around quickly to face the Crime Lord. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. 

“Only if you get caught.” Theron said and Jentinn snorted. 

“Find anything?” Jentinn asked

“Nothing.” Theron lied and Jentinn frowned. “There is something about her, but besides that I can’t say anything for certain.”

“I have a feeling that this is going to go real bad real quick and one of the Sith are going to be in on it.” Jentinn said

“I’m not going to let my guard down.” Theron said

“Good, cause I know you are sweet on the Darth.” Jentinn said 

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Theron said and Jentinn smirked.

“Sure, sure and you totally don’t have a crush on her.” Jentinn said

“Don’t you have anything better to do than bug me?” Theron asked annoyed and her smirk seemed to have grown.

“Nope you are stuck with me.” Jentinn said

[theniveanlegacy]

OC Masterlist

oc tag

(Color= color crystal)

Nivean Legacy: Primary Universe

Republic:

Jedi Knights

Mayyen Nivean (x) (x)

Species: Twi’lek

Age at class story start: 17

Gender: female

Love Interest: Theron Shan

——

Jedi Consulars

Khellel Junhai (x) (x)

Species: Cathar

Age at class story start: 19

Gender: female

Love Interest: Rass Ordo, Torian Cadera, Zenith, Lana Beniko, Theron Shan, Koth Vortena, Felix Iresso

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Smugglers

Clabreo Aldin (x) (x)

Species: Human

Age at class story start: 21

Gender: female

Love Interest: Corso Riggs, Theron Shan, Lana Beniko, Koth Vortena, Darmas Pollaran, Skavak

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Troopers

Iastia Jorgan (x)

Species: Mirialan

Age at class story start: 27

Gender: female

Love Interest: Aric Jorgan

——

Imperial:

Sith Warriors

Romiyya Ri’ka (x) (x)

Species: Togruta

Age at class story start: 22

Gender: female

Love Interest: Malavai Quinn

——

Sith Inquisitors

Bria Mor (x)

Species: Twi’lek

Age at class story start: 23

Gender: female

Love Interest: Andronikos Revel

+

Nazeara Ani’Bril (x)

Species: Twi’lek

Age at class story start: 20

Gender: female

Love Interest:

——

Bounty Hunters

Astoria Nexi (x) (x)

Species: Human

Age at class story start: 18

Gender: female

Love Interest: Torian Cadera

——

Imperial Agents

Fehnn (x)

Species: Chiss

Age at class story start: 22

Gender: female

Love Interest: Vector Hyllus

[keldae]

3. Do you prefer to tank, DPS, or heal? 9. How about your least favorite companions? 21. Which player ship is your favorite?

3. I started out as primarily a DPS player, and then found out quite accidentally that I’m good on a healer character. So when I’m not doing story content on my Sentinel, I’m running around on my healer-spec Sorcerer and Operative. They’re my preferences for group content or PVP (when I can be arsed to do it). It should be noted that I’m absolutely abysmal as a tank.

9. Skadge, Broonmark, and Nadia “I whine more than Anakin Skywalker through the entire prequel trilogy and my voice is less appealing than nails on a chalkboard” Grell can all die in a fire. I hate them all with the passion of a thousand burnt marshmallows. 

21. This should come as a surprise to absolutely nobody that I rather like Female Jedi Knight/Theron Shan. =P I’m also fond of Female Bounty Hunter/Torian Cadera, or Male Smuggler/Risha Drayen, and I like the idea of Female Trooper/Aric Jorgan (even if my token lady trooper hasn’t gotten there yet). And the fact that Female Consular/Zenith isn’t an official thing is nigh-on unforgivable. (Unrelated, WHAT is the appeal between Female Warrior and Quinn??? Can somebody explain this to me? I don’t get it. 0.o)

EDIT: I may have been thinking about romantic ships way too much over the last few days. >.> As far as favourite player SPACEship goes, I’m in love with the Agent’s X-70B Phantom. I want it. *grabbyhands*

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[commander-krios]

The Sloane/Niobe Legacy

JOCASTA SLOANE

Server: Satele Shan

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Born: 3670 BBY, Dantooine (27yo at the start of SWTOR)

Era: The Old Republic

Nickname: Jostar (thanks a lot @hoiist) // Jo

Titles: Jedi Master Jocasta, Master Jocasta Sloane, The Hero of Tython, Paladin of House Organa, Supreme Commander of the Jedi, Jedi Battlemaster, Commander of the Galactic Alliance

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

Masters: Orgus Din

Apprentices: Kira Carsen, Bengel Morr

Significant Other: Archiban “Doc” Kimble

Family: Lyra Sloane (twin sister) // Despina Sloane (sister) // Casper Sloane (cousin) // Kieran Zythor (cousin) // Keshani Zythor (cousin) // Helene Zythor (cousin) 

Children: Altair Kimble (son with Doc) // Vilha Kimble (daughter with Doc)

Class: Jedi Knight/Sentinel

Weapon: Dual Wield Lightsabers (green and orange crystals)

Affiliations: Jedi Order, Jedi High Council, Galactic Republic, Balmorrian Resistance, House Organa, Eternal Alliance, Descendant of the Jedi Exile

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

KOTFE events: Jedi Battlemaster // Commander of the Galactic Alliance // Location: Tython/Odessen

KOTET events: Commander of the Eternal Alliance // Location: Odessen

Face Claim: Christina Perri

LINKS: Character tag // Jocasta x Doc tag // Jocasta Sloane Pinterest // Jocasta x Doc Playlist

LYRA SLOANE

Server: Satele Shan

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Born: 3670 BBY, Dantooine (27yo at the start of SWTOR)

Era: The Old Republic

Titles: Jedi Lyra Sloane, Master Lyra Sloane

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Significant Other: Ulmo Isolder

Family: Jocasta Sloane (twin sister) // Despina Sloane (sister) // Casper Sloane (cousin) // Kieran Zythor (cousin) // Keshani Zythor (cousin) // Helene Zythor (cousin)

Children: Nessa Isolder (daughter) // Isolder (son)

Class: Jedi Consular/Shadow

Weapon: Double-bladed lightsaber (dark blue crystal)

Affiliations: Galactic Republic, Jedi Order, Jedi High Council, Eternal Alliance, Descendant of the Jedi Exile

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

KOTFE events: The Jedi resistance // Location: Tython

KOTET events: Leader of the Jedi resistance // Location: Odessen

Face Claim: Adelaide Kane

LINKS: Character tag // Lyra x Ulmo tag // Lyra Sloane Pinterest // Lyra x Ulmo Playlist

DESPINA SLOANE  

Server: Satele Shan

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Born: 3668 BBY, Dantooine (25yo at the start of SWTOR)

Era: The Old Republic

Titles: Major Sloane, Colonel Sloane, Admiral Sloane of the Eternal Alliance

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Significant Other: Theron Shan

Family: Lyra Sloane (sister) // Jocasta Sloane (sister) // Casper Sloane (cousin) // Kieran Zythor (cousin) // Keshani Zythor (cousin) // Helene Zythor (cousin)

Children: Miah Shan (daughter with Theron Shan)

Class: Republic Trooper/Commando

Weapon: Gun Cannon

Affiliations: Galactic Republic, Republic Military, Havoc Squad, Eternal Alliance, Descendant of the Jedi Exile

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

KOTFE events: Chief Military Advisor of the Galactic Alliance // Locations: Odessen

KOTET events: Admiral of the Eternal Alliance // Location: Voss/Odessen

Face Claim: Lily Collins

LINKS: Character tag // Despina x Theron tag // Despina Sloane Pinterest // Despina x Theron Playlist

CASPER SLOANE

Server: Satele Shan

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Born: 3671 BBY, Balmorra (28yo at the start of SWTOR)

Era: The Old Republic

Titles: Starship Captain Casper Sloane, Republic Privateer Sloane

Sexual Orientation: Polysexual/Pansexual

Significant Other: Meifin Fyr

Family: Jocasta Sloane (cousin) // Lyra Sloane (cousin) // Despina Sloane (cousin) // Kieran Zythor (cousin) // Keshani Zythor (cousin) // Helene Zythor (cousin)

Children: n/d

Class: Smuggler/Scoundrel

Weapons: Blaster, Scattergun

Affiliations: Galactic Republic, Eternal Alliance

Moral Alignment: True Neutral

KOTFE events: Associate of Hylo Visz // Location: Coruscant

KOTET events: Underworld Contact (replaces Hylo Visz) // Location: Odessen

Face Claim: Renan Pacheco

LINKS: Character tag // Casper x Mei tag // Casper x Mei Playlist // Casper Sloane Pinterest

XYRA NIOBE ORDO

Server: Satele Shan

Species: Human

Gender: Nonbinary

Born: 3683 BBY, born: Dathomir // raised: Nar Shaddaa (40yo at the start of SWTOR)

Era: The Old Republic

Titles: Champion of the Great Hunt, Mandalore’s Chosen

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Significant Other: Shae Vizla

Family: Farrin Ordo (brother) // Veskasa Niobe (adopted sister) 

Children: Cora Evnairis (daughter)

Class: Bounty Hunter/Powertech

Weapons: Flamethrower, Blaster

Affiliations: Sith Empire, The Hutt Cartel, Descendant of Darth Revan, Clan Ordo, Mandalore the Vindicated, Mandalore the Avenger

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil

KOTFE events: Associate of Mandalore the Avenger // Location: Darvannis

KOTET events: Leader of Clan Ordo // Location: Voss/Odessen

Face Claim: Kristin Kreuk

LINKS: Character tag // Xyra x Shae tag // Xyra Niobe Ordo Pinterest // Xyra x Shae Playlist

CORA EVNAIRIS 

Server: Satele Shan

Species: Twilek

Gender: Female

Born: 3662 BBY, Nar Shaddaa (19 at the start of SWTOR)

Era: The Old Republic

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Significant Other: Torian Cadera

Family: Adura Evnairis (father) // Xyra Niobe Ordo (mother) // Veskasa Niobe (aunt) // Farrin Ordo (uncle) // Heida Evnairis (aunt)

Children: n/d

Class: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary

Weapons: Missiles, Blaster

Affiliations: Sith Empire, The Hutt Cartel, Descendant of Darth Revan, Clan Ordo, Clan Cadera, Mandalore the Vindicated, Mandalore the Avenger

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

KOTFE events: Associate of Mandalore the Avenger // Clan Cadera // Location: Darvannis

KOTET events: Clan Cadera // Location: Voss/Odessen

LINKS: Character tag // Cora x Torian tag // Cora x Torian Playlist

VESKASA NIOBE 

Server: Satele Shan

Species: Togruta

Gender: Female

Born: 3675 BBY, Nar Shaddaa (32yo at the start of SWTOR)

Era: The Old Republic

Titles: Jedi Master Veskasa, Scorekeeper’s Herald

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Masters: Yuon Par

Apprentices: Nadia Grell

Significant Other: Caline Sakti

Family: Xyra Niobe Ordo (adopted sister) // Cora Evnairis (niece)

Children: n/d

Class: Jedi Consular/Sage

Weapons: Single Lightsaber (magenta crystal)

Affiliations: Jedi Order, Jedi High Council, Galactic Republic, The Rift Alliance, Eternal Alliance

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

KOTFE events: Protecting the hidden Jedi and Force sensitives in a secret location

KOTET events: Head of the Force Enclave (replaces Sana-Rae) // Location: Odessen

LINKS: Character tag // Veskasa x Caline tag // Veskasa Niobe Pinterest // Veskasa x Caline Playlist

[fallen-in-faith]

Tag 9 people you want to know better!

Tagged by: myself ;)

Relationship status: single and not really ready to mingle and rather have a pringle

Favorite color: Dark Purple

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick

Last song you listened to: Death of a Bachelor, Panic! At the Disco

Last movie you watched: Pirates of the Caribbean

Top 3 Characters: Leia Organa, Rose Quarts, and Lana Beniko

Top 3 Ships: female bounty hunter x Lana Beniko, smuggler x Theron Shan, Aric Jorgan x Female trooper

Books you are currently reading: Blood, Bullets and Bones- The History of Forensic Science

Top 5 Musicals: HAMILTON, Heathers, Hairspray, Cinderella, Anastasia

Tagging: Anyone who wants to join

[allhailnarusama]

Theron Shan and my swtor OC smuggler Aerith Onasi These two haven’t even officially met in game and I already ship them asfjlk I’m a mess. Also forehead touches are my weakness.

Yes, I know that’s not Theron’s jacket but lmao I hate that jacket and I wasn’t about to draw it so…

Got at least one drabble in the works for them… we’ll see

[greyias]

From the protective sibling starters: “I’d never let anyone else talk shit about you. Only I can.”

Draike Highwind had a public image to maintain. As he was forcibly ejected from Carrick Station’s VIP Lounge and the swanky party he’d managed to sweet talk his way into, he took care to appear in control of the situation. His humiliating exit had been witnessed, much to his consternation. In an attempt at cool nonchalance, he straightened his jacket and ran his hand through his hair.

Sadly, his convincing performance did not seem to work, and his brother-in-law came sauntering over, sporting an amused smirk that Draike would gladly wipe off the other man’s face. He made one last attempt to pretend he hadn’t seen the spy, hope springs eternal and all that, and tried to head for the bar opposite his pursuer—but was intercepted before he got halfway there.

How did the man move so damn fast? Must have been the SIS training. Or the (supposed) Jedi training. Either way, it was unnatural.

“Smooth moves, Highwind.”

“Shut it, Shan!”

He really wasn’t in the mood.

Of course, Theron Shan was as perceptive as he was annoying, and he immediately noticed the shiner that was already making its presence known. He quirked a brow.

“So—” Somehow he drew the word out into multiple syllables, “I take it this means you’re making friends?”

Normally, Draike would have the perfect response ready, some zinger that would sink in and wipe that smug look off the spy’s face in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, there was something about the arch of Theron’s brow, the throbbing behind Draike’s eye, and the casual question that transported him back over three decades...

“This isn’t how you make friends, Draike.”

Draike attempted to stare sullenly at the ground, but his mother’s firm grip on his chin prevented him from completely avoiding her stern, yet disappointed, gaze. It was a look he was all too familiar with, as was the heavy sigh she let out as she carefully examined the purpling around his eye.

“Just wait until your father sees this—you know how he feels about fighting.”

He snorted an angry breath, but knew better than to say anything. He’d heard some variation of this lecture a thousand times before. Instead, he just fumed as she continued her long diatribe. Don’t get into fights, Draike. Watch your temper, Draike. Stop picking on your sister, Draike. He was always doing something wrong, and the underlying cause almost always seemed to be the same.

Her.

His annoying little sister.

Because he thought it was hilarious to tug on her pigtails, causing her cheeks to puff up with indignation and turn the most hilarious shade of red. Or because she caught him breaking one of the house rules and found the nearest adult to tattle to. Or simply because he said something to her that made her cry (such as making fun of when she’d loudly proclaim her status as a Jedi).

“Why did you feel the need to punch Drice Hawkens?” Vainas asked. “Aren’t you two friends?”

Friend was a funny word with Draike. Having friends from his community on Dantooine proved to be a double-edged sword for him. It was nice that he could share in the everyday lives of his peers, and it was fun to be in a position of authority with a bunch of boys his age in a society where he had to take orders from adults most of the time. But there were always going to be some people in any group with whom he wouldn’t want to associate if given the choice. In a small community, you couldn’t be choosy about who you hung out with unless you wanted to spend all of your time bored out of your mind because there was no one else to socialize with. He didn’t mind being the center of attention, whether it was through accepting crazy dares, telling stupid jokes, or finding any other means he could think of to break up the monotony.

He’d have to chase off his “little shadow,” as he called her, about half the time he was with them. He didn’t need her ratting out what he and his pals did to break the boredom and pass the time. Even worse, if some of his antics inspired her, she might try to imitate him and end up hurting herself. That would land him in a world of trouble, more than anything he or his friends would get up to. So maybe he didn’t always do it in the nicest way, and maybe he felt a twinge of guilt when Grey’s face fell when she was told to leave. But it was for her own good.

Draike hadn’t noticed her stalking their small group today. She appeared to be becoming sneakier with each passing day. She seemed to know exactly when he’d look back over his shoulder and melt into the shadows before he could see her. Drice had spotted her just as they were about to climb the fence into the shipyard and had whirled on the little girl, calling her an annoying tag-a-long among other choice words.

A peculiar sensation rose up in him, something he had never felt before. Something hot, molten, and blinding. He’d seen her face fall a thousand times before, those big blue eyes welling up and watering. And the sight had inspired nothing other than annoyance, but the moment those tears spilled down her cheeks at Drice’s words, that odd feeling took over. He was jumping off from the fence he had been attempting to scale and was shoving the other boy away with some choice words of his own. Things had kind of escalated from there.

Draike’s mother’s patience seemed to wear thin as the silence continued, so he finally offered the only explanation he could think of: “I’m not friends with jerks.”

Except he hadn’t said “jerks”.

His mother’s brow furrowed with suspicion and condemnation. She had the uncanny ability to tell when he was lying, in the same way his younger sister could shadow his every move. He could see twin blonde pigtails peeking out from behind the door as his mother dabbed more kolto on the cut above his eye, a guilty expression on her little freckled face.

“Draike...” His mother drawled his name out in her most disapproving tone.

Under her astute gaze, he shifted, suddenly uneasy in his own skin. Despite her stern demeanor, the penetrating gaze had a gentleness to it. She’d always had that effect on him, as if she could see right through his bluster and every wall he tried to build. It was almost as if she could see right into his soul.

After dinner, he had been sent to his room to think about what he’d done. Draike stared at the ceiling, contemplating his life and how things could have gotten so out of hand when he actually tried to do the right thing for once. His door creaked open and bare feet padded across the floor. He looked up to see his sister sneaking in with a plate, which she placed on his nightstand. With a start, he realized it was her portion of dessert — her favorite — and she had brought it for him.

His hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist as she tried to sneak back out of the room without saying anything. She came to a halt and turned to him with a cautious, inquisitive look. He said nothing and simply broke it in half, offering her the larger piece. The tentative smile she offered him almost made up for the black eye and lecture.

Draike blinked back to the present, surprised at how far his mind had wandered. He hadn’t meant for it to. It was just one of those things that happened now and then when he let his thoughts wander.

He and Grey had never spoken of the incident again, and Draike would have rather been tortured than admit it aloud... but it was one of his favorite childhood memories. The quiet, companionable silence of two siblings defying authority and, for once, enjoying each other’s company.

Theron lifted an eyebrow to Draike. “So the reason you got thrown out was—”

“No reason,” Draike snapped.

Their argument was cut short when the VIP Lounge’s burly bouncer forcibly escorted another person out of the establishment. The individual stumbled but turned around to glare at Draike, but the security guard shoved them in the opposite direction. Angry shouts echoed in his wake, but the only thing that could be made out in the drunken slurred speech was something distinctly foul and unsavory about the Alliance — or, more specifically, its commander — and Theron’s face twisted into a scowl, as if he was ready to finish what Draike had started.

Finally, Theron glanced at his brother-in-law, who was stiffening in his seat. “So, you got thrown out... for no apparent reason?”

“Some people just deserve a good punching,” Draike shrugged nonchalantly.

Theron’s hard stare softened as he motioned to the bartender for the smuggler’s next drink. It was a double of the most expensive thing on the menu, because why waste generosity? Miraculously, Theron said no more, just raised a glass in salute to their mutual understanding and common ground.

No talked shit about Draike Highwind’s little sister.

...except maybe Draike himself.

[queenalicization]

Elizabeth: Why are you always looking at me? 

Theron: I don’t know what your talking about.. 

Elizabeth: mhm 

In Theron’s mind: ‘Damn she is so beautiful’ 

note: a little thing that came to my mind... 

[queenalicization]

Happy New Beginning

After Theron asked Elizabeth to marry him ~

She couldn’t believe it that Theron the spy who she fell for that many years ago  asked her to marry him she was so happy yet still in shock, after the day they had she told Theron to go lay down to rest  he didn’t want to but she looked at him very seriously and he knew he couldn’t win so he gave in and did what he was told, after a while of working she called it a night  when she came back to the bedroom she saw Theron sleeping there she smiled then she through on her pjs and then got into bed next to Theron right when she did that he turns over facing Elizabeth he opened his eyes to see her he smiled

“Come here” He told her

“Hm?” she wondered what he wanted

She thought about it for a moment then she knew what he wanted so she got closer to him and she put her hand on his chest and along with her head when she did that he put his hand on her back

Elizabeth smiled then closed her eyes, Theron looked down at her and he kissed her forehead

“I missed you” She says to him before falling asleep

“I missed you too” He said to her when she fell asleep and then he fell asleep as well, it was the best sleep that both of them  got in a very long time  

The next morning ~

After everything that happened yesterday it was a slow day so both of them got to sleep in a little until late morning Theron was the one who woke up first before his other half who was still laying beside him with her head on his chest, he just stayed where he was and watched her sleep while he did he was playing with her hair.

A little while later Elizabeth wakes up and she opened her eyes to see Theron looking down at her

“Good morning” He said to her kissing her cheek

Elizabeth giggled with a smile

“Good Moring” she said to him with a sweet smile

“How long have you been watching me for?” She asked him

He laughed with a smile

“For a little while” He told her

“Why?” she asked  

“I was wondering how did I get so lucky” he said truthfully

When he said that to  her she blushed a little and then Elizabeth kissed him before he could kiss her back she got up and goes over to a desk that is in their bedroom and she picks up a datapad when she looked at her mail she couldn’t believe how many new ones she had

“Wow how did I get so many I didn’t have this many when I went to bed last night” she said

Then she opened one of them it said

 {Congrats on engagement hope you both will be very happy together

Ps. Don’t forget to invite me to your wedding

Your old friend

Risha

Note: Sorry couldn’t tell you this in person I’m on a mission with some others at the moment}

When Elizabeth got done reading that message

“How did everyone find out so fast?” Elizabeth said wondering how

Theron came over to her looking down at the message that she just got done reading he thought to himself he maybe knows who it could have been

“I believe Lana would have done something like this don’t you?” Theron asked her  

She thought for a moment then said

“Hm… maybe she could have over heard us talking on the way back inside… ” Elizabeth said

Before Theron could say something Elizabeth said something before him

“Well it isn’t that bad for people to know right?” She asked

“Well no not really” Theron said

“Good” she smiled and kissed him on the cheek  then she puts the datapad down and goes to her closet started to change into a different outfit a couple of minutes passed then she looked up at Theron and then said

“How about a Wedding on Alderaan? Then maybe our honeymoon we could go to Rishi we always talked about going back to Rishi..” She asked him while she giggled with a sweet smile, Theron smiled at her he comes over to Elizabeth where she was and sits down next to her an before she could ask something else he kissed her and she kissed him back

“If only you will be there with me” He said to her

“of course I will be silly” she laughed

“Then it sounds perfect” he told her

 ~

Written on: 5/5/2018

Time Written on: 3:10am

Edited on: 5/9/2018

Time edited on: 5:12pm

About: What happened after Theron asked Elizabeth to marry him. 

Where you can find this story: https://www.wattpad.com/572538515-swtor-~-one-shots-elizabeth-theron-~-happy-new 

[queenalicization]

“Did you ever love me or was that all part of the act?” (Elizabeth)

“You know I love you..... but this is bigger then us” (Theron)  

{Elizabeth & Theron throughout the years} 

[queenalicization]

Elizabeth and Theron are going to be parents! 

(Elizabeth Love & Theron Shan) {From SWTOR}