#theron/kallig

[birues]

Quiet Night

Answering the questions made me realize i never shared this here.

Kallig/Theron, 942 words

Odessen nightime, KOTET

The alarm notifying someone has come doesn’t really startle Theron Shan but he sighs in exasperation. Here his hopes of not getting interrupted in this forsaken hour of the night go off the airlock. He closes the holo map and rubs his by now no doubt bloodshot eyes.

The backdoor to the outside opens and the bitter cold wind of the Odessen mountains licks his face. Bringing some of the rain inside too. Not that Kallig minds, walking under the storm without even bothering with a jacket. When you spend years in the insufferable weather of Dramund Kaas, she had said once, a little bit of water doesn’t bother you.

She closes the door behind her and squeezes her long, soaked hair. Theron rises from the chair and tosses her a towel from the wardrobe. Most of his stuff is in their newly joined apartment but he still keeps enough of them in here.

“You know, there’s a perfectly dry way into my office through yours,” he says, his amusement and concern intermingled. How much time she has spent under the storm?

“I do, actually but I was in the wilds when the storm hit. I was already wetter than-”

“If you continue that sentence, I’m kicking you out.”

She snorts. “That was heartless."

“Yeah, it’s called self-preservation.”

He strolls over to the little kitchen and begins to brew a herbal tea recipe Jace thought him so long ago. It was one of the rare evenings when he visited, to his luck Theron was sick enough that his voice sounded like an agitated ginx. “When you spend time soldiering in as many years as I have, you come up with a few tea recipes to pass on.” he had said, after making sure Theron had taken all of his meds and wrapped safely in a blanket, his eyes filled with affection. “I promise you, you’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

The heater beeps. He bats the memory back.

In the background, he hears the rustle of clothing. Sounds of her turning his wardrobe upside down to find something to wear. She dances her way to the kitchen a minute later and sits at the table. Stars, this woman prefers to sit everywhere but a chair. The borrowed jacket’s arms are dangling from her sides. Red and worn out, her favorite back then, her favorite now. He catches her arm and starts to fold the sleeves. When he’s finished, he brings her left wrist to his lips, kissing the tattoo over there.

His gaze melts into hers. A smile adorned by pure devotion, only reserved for him. “You know I won’t get sick from a little rain. You don’t have to brew tea for me.”

He bops her nose. “Do you listen when I say I don’t actually need that extra plate of jellied glowshroom stew?”

“So? You're all happy to eat it after you concede your grumbling.”

“I don't grumble.” he pours the tea from the heater and hands the steaming cup to her. “And you have to drink before it gets cold.”

“I do love this blend,” she says, inhaling the steam before taking a gulp. “It tastes so good.”

So do I. Theron wants to say, but the last thing he wants is to talk about something related to his father right now.

He gives her a quick peck on her forehead. “Make yourself at home. I have some work to-”

Before he can finish, Kallig puts the tea aside and yanks him on the collar of his shirt, pressing her lips into his. The taste of the herbal tea is fresh in her mouth and the smell of rain still lingers on her hair. Theron’s hands instantly slide down, inside the jacket, to her waist as she curls into him. That’s not one of her small sweet kisses, no. She kisses him like she’s trying to prove a point.

“What’s that for?” he asks, knowing full well what her intent is. Will there come a day when their kisses won’t leave him as a blissful mess? Probably not. Not that he’s complaining.

“Well, you do realize it's three o’clock in the middle of the night. Those reports will be there when we wake up.”

“Yeah, with a whole another pile of them from Midrim.”

“If only you weren’t this stubborn...” She takes another sip from the tea and sets it aside. “I’m going to help you to sort them out. But now, you’re going to pour one cup for yourself too, and sleep with me.” She draws a trail of kisses on his neck, setting his skin ablaze, and whispers. “Or do you need a little bit more convincing?”

“Are you seducing me to drop my work?” he says, sliding the jacket just a little bit to kiss the spot where her shoulder and neck meet.

“What if I am?”

“Well, I thought you wanted us to spend the rest of the night sleeping. Not engaging in certain other activities.”

Kallig laughs, and her whole body reverberates. “I love... what was it? Engaging in certain other activities with you, you know that.” then her hand entwines higher, gently running her fingers through his short hair. Her features are soft under the dim light of the kitchen stand. “But tonight, you need to sleep, Spy Boy. I’ll be right beside you when you wake up.”

You better be, Such a short time since we’ve gotten back together, I’ve already gotten too used to you waking up beside me.

“I’ll hold onto that promise. Let’s wrap this place up after we get our tea and go home.” He adds after a second, “Preferably using the dry way.”

[doli-nemae]

Did this thing with my Commander aka Sith Inquisitor Sepho Kallig and wanted to share with ya!!

Happy Halloween everyone!!!!

[anchanted-one]

Work In Progress Possible book cover for Conclave of Champions

[stargazersith]

Sneaking onto Dromund Kaas to get busy with your Sith girlfriend 👀

[ice-6caydesqueen]

:D I think I’m improving slowly

The skirata sisters with their partners

Theron and eaxa secretive

Spy x sith mando

Torian and sula shown to the galaxy

Mando x mando

[alritaklegacy]

*Khavni is talking about their past*

Khavni: I guess it was that day I came home to a cold, empty house, devoid of light and love, and I knew then that my sorrows would only grow.

Zumasha: Khavni, this is the saddest life story I have ever heard! And you haven't even covered the teen years!

Theron: Oh, I'm sure it gets better!

Khavni: Ha! No, at eleven, things really took a turn for the worst.

[spitzobsessed]

Found an alternate route I wrote for the choosing sides scene in War For Iokath. So far it's just dialogue with only Wrath, Occlus, Nox and a few cannon characters. And I think it's incomplete? It's basically Taral(Wrath) saying "F you both, I'm holding all of you hostage until we negotiate this shit". Also gets a bit emotional, sorry it's so long. First drafts that almost get deleted drain energy from me.

Lana: If I had to choose , I would join forces with the Empire.

Theron: The Republic's a safer bet.

Lana: The choice is yours Commander. Who shall we side with?

Taral: I have a better idea...

Taral: Nox, Occlus, you may begin.

Riot: Got it.

Praxy: As you wish.

Aric: Havoc Squad, hands were I can see them!

Praxy: Don't make this difficult, Empress.

Kaylio: Alright, hands up and no one gets electrocuted.

Riot: Oh, and I'll be more than happy to demonstrate, Supreme Commander.

Acina: Well played, Commander... Well played, indeed.

Malcom: What do you think you're doing, Commander?!

Taral: The third option: Reminding all of you who exactly you're dealing with. Noman Carr, Darth Baras, Darth Revan, Darth Malgus, Vitiate, Arcann, Vaylin, Valkrion, scores of Jedi, Sith, and troops - Republic and Imperial. I was once the Emperor's Wrath, destruction and death incarnate. Matched only by the Battlemaster of the Jedi Order.

Taral: Now, I control the Eternal Fleet. However, I did not take the Eternal Throne. This galaxy needs time to recover, time that you've thrown away for this Superweapon. One we know next to nothing about! It could be anything from a single missile to something that could repeat what happened to Ziost!! And then we'd be in the same position we were six years ago!!!

Theron: Commander, that's-

Lana: Not now, Theron.

Taral: *deep sigh* We will open negotiations on what to do with Iokath and it's technology. Republic and Imperial representatives will be allowed to study alongside the Alliance Scientists, but no one goes near any Superweapon until we understand what it can do. The war took its toll on all of us, and if you two want to tear each other apart so soon, go ahead.

Taral: But know this; Trespass on Alliance territory, harm Alliance people, or raise forced against the Alliance... Then I will take the throne and put you in your place. My priorities are with my people, and neither of you have any of them.

Damn right you are, Taral!

Although, it would properly work only if Acina and Malcom were there in person, rather than via hologram. But that's what AUs are for

As someone whose Wrath also lead the Alliance, I share the sentiment to the end - Wrath is supposed to be feared by the Dark Council and Acina rose only in titles, not power (while Outlander became significantly more powerful).

Now, brainstorming:

I could probably send my Knight with Havoc to take over Republic base on Iokath, and former Occlus and Cipher with another unit to take over Imperial one, and synchronize the operation enough so that the Talk goes like this:

(everyone's aware of the plan (alliance side))

Lana: The choice is yours, Commander.

Sav (Wrath): hmmm... *Looks deep in thought, clicks the button on comm to begin the overthrow* I believe we have a different option to consider here.

*Acina and Malcom's comms start buzzing with high level alert*

*controlled chaos on their end*

*whatever commanding officers on base they were talking to is gone, instead Malcom gets a holo with Knight and Major Jorgan while Acina has Kallig and Cipher*

*moments later the main holo on Alliance base shows six people - leaders and those four on bases*

Aric: Base secured, Commander. Casualties minimal.

Cipher: Base is secured. Awaiting instructions, Commander. Assessing casual.

Sav (Wrath): *smirks* *turns to Acina and Malcom, who are slightly pale (Acina) and less composed (Malcom)*

Sav (Wrath): You seem to have forgotten that Iokath belongs to the Alliance. And you appear to have dismissed the fact that the only reason your respective governments have the resources to launch this ridiculous operations is victory over Zakuul that My(!) alliance has secured.

Sav (Wrath): *theatrically takes a breath to calm himself* Now let's discuss reparations for invading sovereign territory of the Eternal Alliance.

Malcom: That's ridiculous. Release my base, Sith. With or without your help, the Empire's threat to Republic wil be dealt with.

Acina: Is this how you treat your allies, Commander? I expected better from a Sith Lord from such a respectable family.

Sav (Wrath): If it is war you seek, war is what you'll get. I give you 5 hours to leave Iokath. In five standard hours any Republic or Imperial soldier, Jedi or Sith not part of the alliance will be considered invaders and dealt with accordingly. *In darker tone* You have no idea how dangerous Iokath can be to hostiles.

...

Sorry for mostly stealing your idea.

[dirthara-dalen]

Alliance Alert: meditate in your Alderaan estate gardens

Contact: ??????

Overview: ????

Ligastar was very confused when Theron claimed the alliance alert was not visible on his data pad. Even Lana claimed there was nothing there. How was he the only one seeing it?! 

With great reluctance he traveled to the estate on Alderaan and found a decent spot to meditate. For what felt like hours he meditated yet nothing happened. Just as he was about to give up he suddenly felt his consciousness being pulled. It felt the same as when he had entered Satele’s mind. However, this was different; it felt as if his mind was being pulled into the force.

As the sensation faded he found himself standing in some ruins which he recognized as Alderaanian. What he did not recognize was the figure that stood before him. For a brief moment he thought the Mirialan was Cain. However, unlike Cain the man had dark red hair. Scars that cut through his tattoos riddled his face indicating he had seen quite a bit of combat.

“Who are you?”

“I’m not surprised Jeeta had not spoken about me…I am the black sheep of the family after all.”

That voice, Ligastar recognized it as the voice that spoke to him on Iokath. “I will ask again, who are you?”

“I am Cain Kallig, Jeeta’s younger fraternal twin brother.”

Cain? This was Cain’s namesake? “I think my father named my twin after you.”

“I know…though I did nothing to deserve such an honor. Besides, I used to go by Kai which most of those who knew me came to call me.”

“What do you mean?”

Cain or, as he put it, Kai explained everything to him. Like his brother he was believed to be a model Jedi knight, until Revan went to war. Unlike his brother he struggled greatly, it's the dark side. When Revan returned he joined him in fighting the republic. He had even taught at the academy on Korriban. It was only after Revan’s fall and Malak’s defeat had he realized the true weight of what he had done in the galaxy. He had believed himself beyond redemption thus he attacked Jeeta in hopes his brother would kill him and he did. Before he had died he had sworn an oath to his brother to do his best to protect those he loved from within the force itself.

That was the moment he had been redeemed. Kai revealed that by having Jeeta bound to him, he was able to intervene and shield him. Ligastar asked if this meant he had fulfilled his oath. Kai told him it would take more than saving just Ligastar to fulfill his oath. He had asked him here to thank him for defeating Tenebrae and that he would continue to watch over him.

The moment Ligastar found himself back in reality he set about adding to the archives he had begun working on. With Jeeta’s help, he restored Kai’s story to their family’s archive. Cain needed to know about his namesake.

[murder-and-mayhem]

Meet My OC

S E H L A A N | SITH WARRIOR

Romances: Malavai Quinn during the Warrior storyline (ended it after the Quinncident) | Theron Shan during Shadow of Revan | currently in a committed relationship with Arcann.

@ladytirall I saw your post about OC's so I couldn't resist showing off my main. She is a redeemed Sith Warrior, and I am ✨obsessed✨ with her. I gave a lot some backstory below the cut, and I apologize in advance for the dissertation. I got way too carried away....

A/N: I am highly aware that this backstory fucks the SWTOR timeline mercilessly considering all class stories technically occur simultaneously. This is just the headcanon following my in-game family tree. My structuring of Imperial Society is loosely based on this post by @fluffynexu (particularly the schooling that Force-sensitive Sith children undergo), along with my own headcanon that not all "legitimized" children born in the Empire come with the obligation of marriage. Basically something along the lines of "powerful bloodlines are so inherent to the power structure/caste system that procreation has become a transaction". It's fucked up, but the Empire is fucked up so why not go balls to the wall.

In 3665 BBY, Sehlaan was born on Dromund Kaas to Jaidys Mar'el—better known across the Empire as Darth Nox. Her birth was part of a contractual agreement between Nox and a prominent Kaasian family. Darth Nox—a former slave and distant descendant of Lord Aloysius Kallig—had been newly appointed as a member of the Dark Council after killing her predecessor.

Her position on the Council was hardly secure at the time. Many Sith saw her rise to power as an affront, and—whether due to their prejudice, their own ambitions, or both—Nox was met with many attempts to usurp her seat, and subsequently end her life. In an attempt to solidify her position in the Empire and ensure her own legacy, she made an offer to several powerful families at the top of Kaasian society. She focused particularly on old families who had a reputation for their ruthless ambition, and offered them a mutually beneficial contract: she would produce an heir with one of their bloodline. A legitimate child between a Dark Council member with ancient Sith blood, and a sire from a deeply respected family boasting ties to high-ranking officials and its own prestigious bloodline.

The child would cement an alliance between the two, give her a better foothold among the Sith still clawing for her Council seat, and offer the families who accepted a chance to grow more powerful among their peers. Two of the families were able to overcome their distaste towards her years as a slave, and accepted her offer. Two families. Two children.

Sehlaan's brother, Torvahl, was born first to a different father, and Sehlaan followed two years after. Her childhood was strictly managed and closely monitored by both her mother and her biological father's family. When her Force sensitivity manifested at 4 years old she began a training regimen, with the end goal to have her attend the Academy on Korriban when she came of age and had finished her years of study.

Sehlaan took to her training with obedience and an eagerness to please, eclipsing all initial expectations that had been set for her. She was heralded as intuitive and clever among her masters, quick to learn, and deeply attuned to her connection with the Force. Sehlaan excelled in her studies, and her mother's personal lessons in dual saber combat had labeled her somewhat of a prodigy.

Sehlaan's brother hadn't fared nearly as well. He had proficient skill with a dual saber, but his hesitance to tap into his passions during his training had stunted his connection to the Force. He also struggled in his studies and had issues focusing. Sehlaan often helped him practice, even going so far as to help him cheat in order to remain close to him and spare him their mother's ire. When Sehlaan's interference was discovered, the resulting punishment was severe on both children. Torvahl's masters labeled him as weak and slow, and Darth Nox quickly wrote him off as a failure. Sehlaan, however, loved her brother deeply, and she refused to give up on him so easily. She did everything within her power to help him catch up by meditating with him, studying, and sparring.

When they were 13 and 11 years old, Torvahl disappeared. It was discovered later by Jaidys' contacts at Imperial Intelligence that he had run away with an SIS agent who'd escaped capture under mysterious circumstances. Her own spies later reported that he'd been sent to Tython, and that he was excelling at his training at the Jedi Temple despite his late start. 

The event was extremely traumatic for Sehlaan. Her mother forbade any mention of him with swift, brutal punishment to follow if her orders were disobeyed. Nox was deemed incompetent by Torvahl's sire and relations between the two deteriorated significantly, creating new enemies of the family and their allies. The only thing that protected Nox from the fallout of Torvahl's 'betrayal' was Sehlaan's biological father. His family was the wealthier and better connected of the two, and their peers were hesitant to fight an open war between them.

All of the pressure to succeed now fell on Sehlaan, and her already strict schedule became micromanaged down to the minute. She was made to train and study harder, and she was no longer attending a public academy. Instead she trained under Nox's ally, Darth Vowran, as well as several other masters and scholars that shared the same allegiance.

Sehlaan had no choice but to obey.

Torvahl's disappearance left her heartbroken, and being an 11 year old without an outlet her pain quickly turned into outright fury. She felt abandoned by her brother, and was gutted that he hadn't trusted her to tell her of his plan so she could leave with him. Her bitterness and rage fed her connection to the Dark side, and she shouldered the burden of her family's legacy with renewed vigor.

When she was 20 years old she was brought into the Sith Academy ahead of schedule by Overseer Tremel. She was given strict instructions that she was not to reveal her mother's position on the Dark Council to others. Nepotism was rampant among the Sith, but Tremel wanted her to be chosen on her merit, not her connections. The plan succeeded, and Sehlaan became the newest apprentice to Darth Baras.

In the first year of her apprenticeship, she was tasked with hunting down her Master's nemesis, Nomen Karr, and his padawan, Jaesa Willsaam. Baras' intel stated that Jaesa could sense the true intentions and alignments of anyone through the Force, and Sehlaan was curious. She'd had a decade to seethe over her brother's decision to run, and during all of those years under Nox's thumb she'd slowly begun to understand why he'd grasped at any chance to leave. Even if she couldn't forgive him for leaving her behind.

This new understanding left her feeling conflicted, and she found herself questioning her allegiances—something she had desperately tried and succeeded to hide from both her mother and her new master. As she hunted the Jedi down, she found ways to still appease Darth Baras in her decisions without causing as much bloodshed, listing pragmatism for her choices rather than mercy.

When Sehlaan finally confronted Karr and Jaesa, the padawan turned her power on the Sith and saw this confict. Sehlaan was at a tipping point. After Nomen Karr's fall, Jaesa left with Sehlaan of her own free will to become her apprentice, and Sehlaan began to learn and understand the Light side of the Force in secret. It took working through hundreds of setbacks (especially during her years as the Emperor's Wrath) and overcoming decades of indoctrination before she was able to cleanse her lightsaber crystal, eventually changing the color from red to white.

It wasn't until her meeting with Darth Marr and Satele Shan in the forests of Odessen that she was able to find true balance in the Force. Using components provided by Marr and Master Shan, she built a new lightsaber using her own cleansed crystal before going on to defeat Arcann. After his fall, she chose mercy despite the blow back from her allies on the decision, eventually leading to his joining of the Alliance.

Arcann saw it as a chance to redeem himself and heal the wounds he'd left on the greater galaxy. Later during a private moment between the two, he asked her why she'd chosen to let him live and why she'd let him join her on Odessen. Sehlaan quietly told him of her own journey towards the Light, and how sparing him and his mother had been an easy decision in her eyes.

[autisticbones]

Autisticbones' SWTOR character list

this post is where i keep track of (most of) the characters who appear in my SWTOR-verse in various roles and some basic info about them, although it's far from comprehensive. i edit periodically to add updates, which can include anything from photo changes to adding entire new characters to adding this blurb and the read more button below it bc this post is getting so long it was making my blog difficult to navigate. i'm always down to answer questions about any of my characters, i don't bite! thanks for hanging out!

[last updated 03/17/24]

the Friss legacy

Jedi Knight - Elara Friss

they/them

Age at start of class story: 23

Height: 5'10

Sexuality: Bi ace polyam

Combat style: Sentinel

Lightsaber colour: Green and amethyst. In-game, these are their main and offhand colours, but in my canon they're left-handed and therefore the amethyst is their main colour.

Elara starts out as upstanding Jedi, a bit of a goody-two-shoes type, but the war wears them down. They start to get weirder as they figure themselves out, eventually finding themselves in a leadership position they never wanted but can't deny they're good at. Every so often someone around the base on Odessen finds themselves deeply startled to hear them let out a string of expletives when their datapad glitches out or they drop whatever they're carrying, because the Alliance Commander, Jedi Battlemaster, Hero of Tython, every public persona they've ever worn, does not swear, but Elara Friss sure fuckin does.

In a semi-closed quad with Doc, Theron, and Lana.

i did not know any swtor lore when i started and discovered later that elara dorne exists and thought it was hilarious

Jedi Consular - Aethrii Talera

she/her

Age at start of class story: 19

Height: 5'2

Sexuality: Aroace

Combat style: Guardian

Lightsaber colour: Green, white-blue-purple

Aethrii is serene and stubborn, accustomed to being underestimated due to her age and size. Her enemies often regard the calm certainty she emanates as Jedi foolishness, and she uses their overconfidence to her advantage. She developed a couple of motor tics as a side effect of Force-shielding several Jedi Masters from Vivicar's plague, which occasionally make it difficult for her to use her lightsaber or move with the agility required in combat, and in those moments she calls on her companions to protect her while she focuses on telekinetic defenses.

Aethrii and Elara have known each other since they were 15 and 18, when Elara arrived at the enclave Aethrii was raised in.

Smuggler - Te'vrila Sohnn

she/they

Age at start of class story: 27

Height: 5'7

Sexuality: Demiromantic, bisexual

Combat style: Gunslinger

Pure of heart, dumb of ass. Te'vrila started out as a properly legal freighter pilot, flying cargo in the Bantha's Bounty, but fell into smuggling when money got tight, just trying to get the job done and make a living without getting too tangled up in the process. Instead, she failed upward spectacularly, taking down the Voidwolf and stealing his underworld throne.

Meets Sav in a business deal, eventually starts seeing xem romantically during the Zakuulan occupation.

Sith Warrior - Virinistra Thul

she/her

Age at start of class story: 24

Height: 6'3

Sexuality: Bisexual

Combat style: Juggernaut

Lightsaber colour: Red

The daughter of lower Thul nobility who joined the Imperial military, Virinistra had a comfortable upbringing on Dromund Kaas. She presents a physically imposing figure, but is often presumed to operate on pure brute force, leading to her opponents' downfall.

Sith Inquisitor - Sav'eera Lenneji Kallig

she/they/xe/xem

Age at start of class story: 23

Height: 5'4

Sexuality: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sapphic of some sort

Combat style: Assassin

Lightsaber colour: Purple (specifically the colour of the high roller saberstaff with an open colour crystal); sometimes red or yellow.

Sav'eera is vibrant and unapologetic, impulsive and unambiguous. They're out to raise the dead for a midnight snack. She's not cruel, most of the time - but she is ruthless. Xe has a soft spot for Ashara, and sometimes ends up making choices xe'd rather not because of it.

Flirted with Andronikos as banter, had a few flings, dated Lana up until Manaan, ultimately ends up asking out Te'vrila after they've made a few deals trading in Sith artifacts.

Imperial Agent - Danestri Avela

they/she

Age at start of class story: 24

Height: 5'6

Sexuality: Bi, greyromantic

Combat style: Operative

Danestri joined the Imperial Military Academy on Dromund Kaas when they were 15, looking for an escape from the life of watching her mother barely make ends meet for years. They excelled and went into medical courses, only to be abruptly recruited to Intelligence at the end of their third year of medic training. Most of her squadmates assume she dropped out. One or two swapped her name into the old ghost story of Intelligence recruiting that upper-years always told to scare the freshmen, despite genuinely believing it to be no more than a story.

Married to Vector and partnered with Shara (formerly Watcher Two/Keeper). The rest of her crew knows about Vector but only Vector knows about Shara.

Trooper - Vedru Cresik

he/they

Age at start of class story: 26

Height: 5'11

Sexuality: Bisexual

Combat style: Gunslinger

Having grown up on Coruscant with his moms and sisters, Vedru joined the army wanting to make a difference. Havoc Squad threw them for a loop, and they've had to reevaluate how they can still pull that off.

He and Aric and Elara are all flirting obliviously with each other and haven't figured it out yet.

Bounty Hunter - Kestrala Mevos

does not care (any pronouns)

Age at start of class story: 25

Height: 5'3

Sexuality: fuck your labels doesn't know, doesn't care (gender: Butch Bitch)

Combat style: Powertech

Kes is just here to kick ass and take credits, she doesn't like the spotlight too much. Has worked for the Voidwolf, and continues to take jobs for the Voidhound.

Extra - Kyelasi Tirje

she/they

Age at start of class story: 18

Height: 5'5

Sexuality: demiromantic, grey-ace

Combat style: Marauder

Kyelasi was Zash's apprentice immediately prior to Sav'eera, and she was granted independence as a Sith Lord to allow Zash to seek out Sav. They're about a year older than Sav, and the two become acquainted throughout Sav's run of the class story, bonding over being alien Sith and also over having similar research interests.

Toma Haskren

she/her

Age at start of class story: 12

Height: 5'3

Combat style: Marauder

Lightsaber colour: Red

Toma is Danestri's estranged half-sister. They were quite close as children, but Toma was sent off to the Sith quite young and Danestri was erroneously told that she did not survive her final trials on Korriban, while Toma came to believe that Danestri should have rescued or protected her from the Sith and has grown to resent her for it.

[birues]

wip wednesday

tagged by @lavampira tysm bestie <333333

Kallig/Theron

Rakata Prime, SoR. Theron is also on the field and also had to fight the rancor, yikes! Instead of Malgus, it's Kallig who has the Factory. Enemies with sexual tension bickering.

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Rakatan ruins might not be once they were, Kallig thinks, but the gate that once denied Revan from entry does its fame justice. Not that it stopped them. She puts her hand on the inscriptions on the stone. Not that it’ll stop her. 

“You really can crack it up?” A voice trails behind, weary. Theron Shan could’ve bothered to hide his doubt. Could have. But why bother when you can wield it as a weapon? Or as a shield?

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late to doubt my capabilities on Rakatan sorcery?”

A scoff but she doesn’t hear any footsteps as he approaches. “Revan couldn’t. Overconfidence gets the best of us.” 

“Oh, I can open it, alright. The original array requires six people. It’s indeed tedious work. But not impossible for someone who’s well versed in such matters.” 

“Having an ancient Rakatan Factory does help, I suppose?”

Kallig’s lips curl under the shadow of the hood. She lets the Force trace the imprints of the Mother like a lifeline. “In a way. But the endeavor I’m going to attempt requires concentration. If any assailants appear, I would rather not divide my attention.”

Vulnerability. No matter how it’s phrased. Still, Theron’s laughter doesn’t get lost under the voice of the blaster recharge. “Don’t you think it’s a bit late to doubt my capabilities?”  

[commander-krios]

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

Here ya go! Part 2 of a 2 part fic. Part 1 is here. Used some Jonas/Keshani in the background of this fic, but I might do a follow up later about what happens a few days later between them, once they've both stopped being shaken over the events of the fic. Enjoy!

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“I can’t believe you just let her go.”

“I didn’t let her do anything.” Jonas snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as the Rattataki woman stood toe to toe with him. Kaliyo may be a full foot shorter than him, but she was capable of a lot of violence and he didn’t have any intention of being on the receiving end of it. “If you knew Keshani as well as you say you do, you know that arguing with her has no effect anyway.”

“She can’t argue if she’s unconscious.”

Derrick stared daggers at the mercenary, not finding any of this as amusing as she seemed to. “Considering Keshani is probably getting tortured at the moment, forgive me for not laughing.”

“Calm down, spook. She owes me credits. I’m not going to let her die.”

“Charming.” He muttered, moving to the window of the warehouse where they’d set up reconnaissance. The Sith knew they were there, Jonas figured she could sense the Alliance Commander’s anger in the Force, but she hadn’t done anything but fortify her base of operations. The entire building was swarming with Imperial guards now.

“Is there anything else we can do besides standing here?” Arcann asked, standing near the same window as Derrick.

Having Arcann this close made Jonas’ skin crawl. He swore it was because the former Eternal Emperor was responsible for killing so many of his friends during the Eternal Empire’s war against the Republic. He refused to consider the other option. The one that involved Keshani.

“I vote for explosives.” Kaliyo said with a savage grin. He had no idea what the former Imperial Agent saw in the Rattataki, but he could admit that she was perfect if they needed a distraction.

“We need to be careful with how we approach this. Keshani could get caught in the crossfire.” Lana explained as gently as she could, not even bothering to glance up from her datapad. “Theron agrees with the assessment.”

Jonas rolled his eyes. Theron, of course, had been busy on another assignment. What he wouldn’t give to have his best friend here besides the Sith. Although, her powers could come in handy.

“It doesn’t matter what Theron thinks, he isn’t here.” The Alliance Commander was the tallest person in the room, a hulking mass of a Sith, a warrior with no equal. Or so the rumors said. Jonas hadn’t seen him in action before, but just by looking at him, he believed them. Kieran Zythor was well over 6’5, long blonde hair brushing his shoulders, piercing green eyes that matched his twin’s. Three diagonal scars ran along the left side of his face. Cybernetics covered the other side. If that wasn’t enough to give a person pause, the terrifying calm he radiated would. 

“Then what do you propose we do?” Arcann asked, the only person in the room besides Lana who could look the Commander in the eye and not flinch. “The more time we waste, the more likely we are to rescue a body.”

Jonas winced at that, unable to imagine Keshani dead at the hands of a vengeful Sith. To have all of these people gathered together to save her, to risk their own lives to make sure hers didn’t end, said a lot about the kind of person she was. 

“Who’s the Zabrak?” Kaliyo asked, sitting on a rickety chair and throwing her feet up on the only table in the room. “I don’t recognize her from the Cipher days.”

Lana typed something into the datapad. “Lord Kallig. Birth name unknown. She was once a slave on Dromund Kaas until she was found to have an affinity for the Force. She apprenticed under Darth Nox.”

That name was familiar… and a terrible thought entered his head.

“Is… Is she doing this under Nox’s orders?”

The Commander bared his teeth in a vicious growl. “If she is, I’m going to rip Nox’s head from her body.”

“Kieran- perhaps threatening to murder the Empress of the Sith isn’t the best course of action.” Lana warned him gently.

“I’m not threatening the Empress. I’m threatening my sister. And I’ll damned well do what I want.” He hit the table in front of him so hard that it shook. Kaliyo immediately returned her feet to the floor, a look of alarm crossing her face.

“Whoa, big guy. We won’t let anything happen to her.” She said, in a way that could’ve been considered comforting if it was anyone but her.

“Don’t patronize me, Rattataki.”

Kaliyo rolled her eyes, but didn’t respond. Probably smart on her part.

“Listen, we don’t know what we’re walking into. Lord Kallig is a powerful assassin and a sorceress, much like the Empress.” Lana explained, her voice calm in the midst of turmoil. Jonas was positive that without Lana’s presence, the warehouse they stood in would’ve been in flames.

“We need a plan that doesn’t involve getting any of ourselves killed in the process. We are useless if we’re dead.” Derrick interjected, a permanent scowl on his face. He hadn’t been pleasant since Keshani had disappeared with that Zabrak. Not that Jonas could say he’d been either.

“Yes.” Lana agreed, finally setting her datapad down to look at those gathered. “I think a good place to start would be with Kaliyo and her explosives.”

The Rattataki perked right up at those words. “Yeah? Speak to me, oh Sithy one.”

Lana’s lips twitched with a shadow of a smile, but she managed to keep it at bay. “Let’s discuss options.”

~~~~

Her eyes opened to darkness. 

Keshani wasn’t sure of how much time had passed since she’d surrendered herself to Lord Kallig, but by the ache in her arms and back, it had been hours at least. The chair she was secured to was uncomfortable, the cuffs rubbing the skin of her wrists raw. A dull throbbing in her head made her hiss in the silence. The Sith hadn’t been kind even though she came willingly.

Her head fell back against the chair, a groan slipping past her lips. She was most likely concussed and if that was true, she was going to have an awful time trying to escape.

“Good. You’re awake.”

The lights of the cell flickered on, blinding her. Keshani shut her eyes, trying to keep her breathing even and steady, trying to keep her anxiety from overwhelming her. 

“Was this necessary?” She managed to ask, her eyes opening to slits so that she could watch the Zabrak Sith without worrying about getting a lightsaber in the gut.

The Zabrak shrugged, a grin curling her lips. “I’ve always had a flair for the dramatic.”

Keshani would have laughed if she wasn’t in pain. With all of the years she worked with Sith, Lord Kallig had been a whisper in the shadows, one of those Sith that parents told their kids about to get them to do their chores. While Keshani’s older sister was a force to be reckoned with, she’d managed to usurp Vowrawn not long ago, Kallig could be considered an equal in cruelty to the new Empress.

Kallig was more than an enemy. She was a threat to the entire Alliance.

Clearing her throat, Keshani waited briefly as her vision adjusted to the brightness. Then she met the Sith’s crimson eyes. “What things am I here to do for you?”

The smile turned suddenly cruel. “Oh Cipher. You think I brought you here for your help?”

The laugh that followed her question did little to ease her anxiety.

“Oh no, my darling. I have other plans for you.” Reaching out, Kallig scraped a sharp nail against her cheek. “So let’s get started, shall we?”

~~~~

Derrick laid on the ledge beside him, eye pressed to the scope of his rifle, keeping an eye on the guards below. Kieran, Lana, and Arcann were going to clear a path for the rest of them, their Force powers more powerful than any blaster was. The rest of them would follow once the guards were dispatched and then together, they would find the Sith and hopefully, Keshani. 

Lana had supplied Kaliyo with a box of grenades and mines. Jonas didn’t want to know where the Sith had acquired them. All he wanted at that moment was to be looking for Keshani. He could only imagine the sorts of torture that she was suffering at the hands of a vicious Sith Lord.

Forcing the image from his mind, Jonas focused on the scene below. Lana and Kieran had sliced through the first set of guards, red and purple lightsabers making it easier to follow their progress. He didn’t see the former Eternal Emperor at first, but when a guard dropped to the ground dead a few feet from where the Sith were, the yellow glow of Arcann’s lightsaber signaled his arrival.

Derrick noticed it as well if his snort was any indication.

Jonas was momentarily distracted by the flash of the Alliance Commander’s weapons, violet and teal creating a beautiful whirlwind of colors in the darkness of the alley. Keshani was right about her brother: he was fiercely protective of her, but he was also one hell of a dramatic Sith.

With a growl, he threw one of his sabers at a guard. The blade sliced a devastating wound into the man’s chest and he dropped to the ground without a sound. Kieran didn’t notice the cloaked figure approaching him from behind, but Derrick did. His rifle cracked loudly, a bolt finding home in the skull of his target.

The Commander’s gaze briefly dropped to the body before finding Derrick above him. The tiniest of smiles curled his lips. He nodded his thanks before turning back to the task at hand.

“Show off,” Jonas muttered, securing a blaster in each hand before moving to the ladder.

Derrick was silent, intent on keeping his focus on the battlefield. It was probably for the best, Jonas didn’t want to get into an argument when they had other pressing concerns. He descended the ladder quickly, his feet finding solid ground only a few seconds later.

The Sith and Arcann had finished clearing out what guards were posted outside the main door. He had to step over a few bodies and scattered body parts before he reached their side. He tried to ignore the sudden disgust that turned his stomach, knowing that these Imperials probably weren’t all just ‘doing their job.’ Many of them enjoyed hurting others. Perhaps this was some sort of justice for crimes they committed.

“Are you going to be alright, Agent Balkar?” Lana’s eerily calm voice broke through his morose thoughts. “You could stay behind if you can’t handle the fight.”

Jonas wanted to scoff, to snap at her, but he managed to hold back those instincts. They wouldn’t serve him here. “I’m not… used to working with Sith. I’ll be fine.”

Lana didn’t appear convinced by the words, but she stayed silent.

“Is the Rattataki ready?” Kieran asked no one in particular, eyes on the door that sat only a few feet away. 

To Jonas’ surprise, Arcann was the one to answer. “Yes.”

“Then blow the door. Kallig has a date with my lightsaber.”

~~~~

An explosion rocked the building, the light in her cell flickering wildly before casting the entire room in darkness. 

“Oh goodie, our guests are here.” 

Kallig sounded entirely too excited about coming face to face with whatever army Kieran had brought with him. No doubt, he’d already wiped out a large portion of her guards and would do anything he had to to bring her back home. And she knew, by his side, would be Jonas and Derrick.

The thought would’ve been relieving if she was in the hands of anyone else but a Sith Lord.

The glow of a purple-black core lightsaber was the only illumination in the room. Kallig held it close enough to her face so that her expression could be seen. Baring her sharp teeth in a grin, the Zabrak pulled Keshani from her chair with only the use of the force. She almost stumbled at the suddenness of it, but managed to stay upright.

“Come, Cipher. Let’s go say hello.”

They didn’t have to walk far from her cell. At the far end of the hallway was her brother and his entourage. Even with her cybernetic enhancements, it was hard to see who was who, but she would recognize the colors of his sabers no matter where they were.

When Kallig was certain he was in earshot, she let out a giggle that sounded completely unhinged. “I was hoping you would get my invitation, m’lord. You certainly are a difficult man to get in contact with.”

“Let her go, Vaka, and perhaps I’ll let you live.” Kieran growled, his lightsabers sparking wildly. His anger was barely in control and Keshani heard the threat in his voice. He would kill Kallig where she stood if she didn’t.

“Tsk, tsk, Kieran. We both know I can’t do that.” The Zabrak’s lightsaber was pointed at Keshani’s throat, the humming filling her ears and the heat scorching the skin. “I was sent here to kill both of you and I intend to honor my contracts.”

Movement behind her brother caught Keshani’s eye. Arcann was there, the glow of his own lightsaber joining Kieran’s. And next to him… was Jonas.

He was trying not to appear afraid, but she could see the way the corners of his eyes tightened, the twist of his lips into a frown, his body tense. Keshani knew he feared for her life, but this wasn’t the first time a Sith had threatened to kill her.

Her twin stepped forward, diverting her attention as he pointed his teal lightsaber at Kallig. “Duel me, coward. If you defeat me, then the Force wills it.”

Vaka’s crimson gaze turned to meet Kieran’s challenge. “Very well. We will see if the Alliance Commander is still as powerful as he thinks he is.”

“When you fall, I’ll send your head back to your Empress.”

A manic laugh escaped from Kallig’s mouth before she lunged. Kieran’s sabers came up defensively, stopping the single lightsaber she carried. With her free hand, she conjured a ball of lightning, but before she could aim it, Kieran spun away, his lightsabers flashing.

Keshani took the opportunity to press herself against the wall, keeping herself as far from the fight as possible. If she wanted to get out of here alive, and get her stubborn brother out alive, she was going to have to be smart. Her back collided with durasteel walls and she shifted closer to the encroaching darkness.

Kieran was focused on the fight, his face twisted as he snarled at Kallig. She ducked as he swung his violet lightsaber, getting an opportunity to unleash some of her chain lightning at him. His teal saber came down and deflected the majority of the attack, but he was still burned by a few bolts.

He used the pain to feed his anger, coming at Kallig without hesitation. She didn’t stand a chance against his brute strength, but the Zabrak was a Sith assassin. She disappeared into the shadows before his strike could connect, her laughter echoing after her. Kieran growled, glancing wildly into the darkness, searching for a hint of her location, anything that would give her away.

Kieran’s cybernetics weren’t the same ones that Keshani had spent years adjusting to her work. His were meant to administer painkillers, to help him heal the worst of his injuries, and to give him stimulants to keep him on his feet during a fight. Keshani’s, however, enhanced her eyesight and hearing. As a sniper, it was a necessity. Imperial Intelligence made sure that their agents had had advantages. 

Lightning manifested behind Kieran, a violet and white so bright that it was blinding. He didn’t get his sabers in their defensive positions in time. The lightning hit him square in the chest, scorching the plating of his armor and forcing him back, a sickening crack following as his head smacked against the wall.

Keshani didn’t think.

With her arms still bound, she ran towards where the lightning had originated until her body collided with the shadowy figure of Kallig, both of them sprawling to the floor in a tangle of limbs. The Zabrak roared in anger when her cloaking failed, exposing her to Kieran’s allies. 

None of them could get to her side fast enough. Kallig grabbed Keshani by the hair, yanking her backwards until she felt the Sith’s fangs sink into the tender flesh of her shoulder. She could easily rip her throat out from this angle and Keshani froze, her entire body waiting for that death strike.

The humming of Lana and Arcann’s lightsabers filled the silence. Keshani searched for Jonas in the darkness, relieved to find him well, but his expression did little to ease her own fears. Warm blood dripped down her neck, the sharp teeth stinging her with any small movement. If she was going to die, then at least she would be able to see Jonas one last time.

“Release her.”

The voice came from behind Kallig, not from the small group in front of them. And it wasn’t Kieran…but Derrick. Keshani couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. Hope fluttered in her chest for the first time that night.

Kallig removed her teeth enough to speak. “What makes you think you can stop me before I rip her throat out?”

Derrick was silent for a brief moment. Keshani could hear her brother moving a few feet away, but she didn’t dare look in his direction. Maybe Kallig wouldn’t notice him until it was too late. 

Derrick let out a snort. “I’m the best shot that the SIS has. No offense, Keshani.”

Gods, she loved that man. She just would never tell him that.

Jonas took a step forward, blaster in hand. “Do you want to test that claim, Sith? Let her go. You’re outnumbered.”

Kallig growled viciously before removing her teeth completely. Then she shoved Keshani to the ground. She landed on her injured shoulder, the pain nearly enough to knock her out, but Jonas was suddenly there, cutting the bindings from her aching wrists. Arcann and Lana were on Kallig before she could think to escape.

When she lifted her eyes to meet Jonas’ concerned gaze, she felt like she could breathe again. She was alive, he was here with her. Kallig would end up in a disrupter collar somewhere on an Alliance base. Reaching out, Jonas brushed a stray piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, his fingertips lingering on her cheek momentarily before he checked her wound. 

“What in the nine kriffing hells were you thinking?” He whispered, applying a kolto bandage to the bite marks. “Do you have a death wish?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Mr. ‘Broke Down Speeder’.” Keshani teased, ignoring the sudden lightheadedness she felt. She stopped herself from saying anything else when Derrick appeared at her shoulder. 

“What the fucking hell-”

“I already asked her that.” Jonas interrupted sharper than he probably intended, but his jaw was clenched as he watched the Force users deal with the Sith. “The Commander and his crew seem to have everything in hand. Keshani needs medical attention. We need to get her to the safe house.”

Derrick glowered at his friend, but nodded his approval nonetheless. Once she was secured with one arm over each of their shoulders, they began to move in the direction that Jonas had entered the warehouse. Keshani glanced back briefly to see Kallig watching her with those crimson eyes, focused and full of vicious malice.

She knew that this encounter was far from over. Kallig wouldn’t rest until she and Kieran were dead. 

However long that would take.

[anchanted-one]

Conclave of Champion 55-57: A Storm on Revanite Island

This is a trio of chapters focusing on the Theron rescue segment of Rishi.

[stargazersith]

[sullustangin]

Just wanted to say that your Eva/Theron series is amazing. I just finished your Yavin 4 story. It's so rare to find a finished piece with this kind of length and quality. Although romance is clearly the main part of the story, I also loved your secondary characters, especially Kallig and Fria. I loved the conversations about the nature of the force and the odd friendship between these two. Any plans to include these two characters in more of your writings?

Thank you so much! The Yavin fic is probably the biggest thing I'll ever complete (or attempt to complete!). There were a few moments when I was just thinking, "Oh, I need more OCs."

Then it became "oh noes, too many OCs, I need a spreadsheet, a 20-sided die, and a bottle of Bombay Sapphire." :D It worked out.

Spoilers for the series below the cut for those who wish to avoid them:

Yes, Fria and Kallig will be seen again in the series, sporadically. There is a LOT that will happen between now and when Fria joins the Alliance full-time. She joins shortly after the resolution to the Nathema Conspiracy and after Theron and Eva elope. I wrote about it here as part of the second anniversary of Eva's creation. This has wider arc spoilers, buuuut at the same time there's a LOT in between that the reader won't be spoiled on.

Fria and Rass Ordo may be a thing? I don't know yet. This is still very nebulous -- I'll have to see what Fria says when we get there. But Rass is smitten.

[borealtwilight]

Thas’absi’nthe

Birth name: Thas’ilain’aurtai

Nicknames, titles, etc:

Absinthe, Thas ( utilized only by those closest to her ), Silaina

Lord Kallig

Darth Inanis ( in-game is recognized as Darth Nox )

Dark Councillor Inanis / Councillor Inanis / Councillor Silaina

Head of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge

Species: Chiss

Place of Birth: TBD

Gender & Pronouns: Cis female, she/her

Sexuality: Bisexual, biromantic

Height: 5’10”

DOB: TBD

Class & subclass: Inquisitor Assassin

In-game Romance / canon SO: Andronikos Revel, later Theron Shan / winds up with Theron Shan

[NB]: Close friends with Ashala; aids her in managing the Alliance.