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UPDATE!: There has been a bunch of new information about the Kittât alphabet and Sith Language since I made these charts. Previously this post contained a highly incomplete chart of a Sith alphabet that didn’t have a name yet. Now that the full alphabet and its name are official, I have updated the chart for that alphabet! It is definitely my favorite alphabet, so I’m very excited that the full thing is here now. Now if only the language was fully fleshed out so this alphabet could really be put to use… The information for that language below has also been updated!

[EDIT]This post has been getting reblogged a ton lately, but without any of the text, which is a shame because I spent a lot of time typing it. Even more of a shame, the second post has been completely ignored. So because I took so much time making these charts and typing this text, I think I should add a link here to the other post, even though none of you will even see it.

Post 1 with the first 8 languages: http://lucif-hare.tumblr.com/post/17133571192/edit-this-post-has-been-getting-reblogged-a-ton[/EDIT]

For people who don’t like to scroll to find valuables, here is a link to download all of the Star Wars fonts I’ve found: http://freak-show.zxq.net/Star%20Wars%20Fonts.zip (Note: This is a zip file. You will need to unzip it.)

To install a font: In Windows 7, open the font and there should be a button at the top that says “Install.” Click that and you’re done. In other versions of Windows, copy and paste ONLY the font file into the font folder on your computer (It should be located in something like C:/Windows/Fonts)

About these charts:

For whatever reason, I have a fascination with in-world Star Wars languages. I’ve spent countless hours searching the internet for different languages, namely for the written alphabets. What I’ve found is that, even for the languages that exist, it’s extremely hard to find charts or fonts for the written languages. Aurebesh is obviously easy to find, but the others, not so much.

Because it’s so hard to find charts, I decided to make my own. It took far longer than I expected it to, but I’m finally done.

I’ve managed to find 16 languages. I already posted the first 8 (in alphabetical order) in the last post, now it’s time for the last 8.

I’ve also gathered together all the Star Wars fonts I’ve found, including the fonts for each of the alphabets above (except for Geonosian, which was in the first post, and Kittât, which doesn’t have a font). A link to a zip folder with all of the languages can be found above. I should note that there are a lot of other Star Wars fonts out there, I was only looking for fonts for in-world languages. I just happened to have picked up some other English ones along the way.

About the languages:

Mando’a: Mando’a is one of the most in-depth spoken languages that the Star Wars universe has (Click the Mando’a link above to see the entire language as it currently exists). Aside from the spoken language, there is also this written language. I’ve made the letters extra large to show off the tiny details in the letters (It’s probably good to note that the font seems to have had some errors with some of the letters, causing some of the shapes to look a little different (Specifically numbers 3 and 7). I’m not sure if that’s an issue with the way the font was designed or with Flash, the program I used to create these charts.) Because the characters have a lot of small nuances that relate more to line thickness than to the strokes, I haven’t yet figured out the best way to write this alphabet by hand. For instance, A and P would be hard to distinguish between if written by hand and E, J and I would also be hard to distinguish between.

Massassi: This was a very difficult font to find. I couldn’t find any instance of this written language anywhere on the internet except for the one single page that had this font for download (http://www.massassi.nl, the makers of the font). For some reason, the font displays strangely in Flash (looking closely, you can see white lines where the strokes of each character overlap). When I enlarged the font much larger, those white lines disappeared, but I had already made them pretty large. You’ll just have to try to ignore them, I guess…

Anyway, according to Wookieepedia, the Massassi glyphs did not always represent a single letter.

When it comes to Massassi and things related to sith purebloods, there are a lot of similarities intentionally made to ancient Egypt (which is awesome, considering I’ve always had an intense fascination with ancient Egypt).

Nal-Huttese: Nal-Huttese is another large spoken language that you can learn (Click the Nal-Huttese link to view the list of words). As for the written alphabet, Huttese comes in two flavors. Nal-Huttese is the main alphabet used to write Huttese. The other is Trade Huttese (which we’ll get to below).

Nal-Huttese is another alphabet that I think would be difficult to write by hand. It’s obviously a very calligraphic alphabet. It does look cool, but due to how difficult it’d be to write this alphabet in a recognizable way, it’s not one of my priorities to learn this alphabet, though I still plan to get to it eventually.

Teresian: Teresian is a written language based in glyphs. According to Tommy, the creator of this font, the characters were taken from the walls of an ancient sith temple called the Great Temple (also known as Massassi Temple) on Yavin 4, where the rebel forces made their base in A New Hope. Tommy also says that the Star Wars comic books call this glyph language Teresian. I have no idea what Teresian is or what species it is associated with, a Wookieepedia search and a Google search turn up zero results. Tommy also didn’t say which comic it’s from, so I couldn’t even attempt to look it up. That said, this temple was constructed by Massassi to worship the sith lord Naga Sadow, which means that if all of the above information is true, then this glyph set is another Massassi glyph language. I don’t know if that means that this is just more letters from the Massassi written language or if they had two different glyph languages or what…

The font itself is named SWyavin4. SW obviously stands for Star Wars and Yavin 4 is the location of this temple where the glyphs were found. Aside from all of this, these glyphs do not correspond to letters of an alphabet which means they are logographic and represent words and ideas instead.

Trade Federation: A note from the creator of this font:

I discovered these characters on the official Star Wars website. You can find them on their new feature, the Droid Viewer. All characters are cannon as far as I could decipher them. They are pretty small. I was not able to find an X yet, but I will update the file as soon as possible. I called it the Trade Federation Font, cause this interactive feature is called “Federation Droid Viewer”. I also noticed, that there are several characters that are the same as in the “Droids” font.

Please note that the font is missing the letter X and numbers 0, 7, 8 and 9. To create the chart above, I cut up other letters to create the missing characters using a complete chart found on Wookieepedia. I have no idea why this font hasn’t been updated to fill in the missing letters. Also note that I modified letters R, Y and Z to match the chart on Wookieepedia. The actual font for those 3 letters looks slightly different.

Trade Huttese: Trade Huttese is the second alphabet used to write Huttese. It is used primarily for trade with people from off world.

from a source sent by Mike Dolan from Star Wars Insider Magazine #35, Winter 1997. Article: “Making Special Edition Collectibles - A Talk with Designer Eric Larson”, pages 63-67. The single picture appears on page 65. Relevant quotes: “I created some boxes for Pizza Hut…I then created “Jabba’s Alphabet.” Years ago at a World con, I got to work for Howard Kazanjian, the producer of Jedi and Raiders. We had to put the frozen Han Solo and speeder bike together for the exhibit, and while doing so I noticed the writing on the props. I asked Howard what it was and he told me it was Hebrew, so when I designed Jabba’s alphabet I used a modern Hebrew font as a model.“ — from Designer Eric Larson. Mike Dolan and I feel than since nothing is made for StarWars without the OK of Lucas & Co., this is as canon as Trade Huttese will get.

Kittât: This alphabet is by far my favorite of all Star Wars alphabets. It doesn’t look anything like any real world alphabet I’ve ever seen (Look at my previous post at the Common Sith info to see how important that is to me, haha). I really like the way this alphabet looks and how it works. Something about it really reminds me of demonic sigils, which I think is extremely fitting for a written alphabet for ancient sith.

There are only two sources that I am aware of that feature Kittât at all. One of them is the Book of Sith, which has a spell called Dwomutsiqsa (Summon Demon) that is written in Kittât. I traced the letters from a scan of that image in order to get the most accurate possible letters for my chart. This spell can be seen on the Sith language page, which is full of lots of great information about the language. This spell only contains a small portion of the full Kittât alphabet.

The second source that features Kittât is from a brief 4 page article that was featured in Star Wars Insider Issue 134 called Speak Like A Sith, written by Kittât’s creator, Ben Grossblatt. The final page features an illustration showing the entire Kittât alphabet, which can be seen on the Kittât page, however it has a much sloppier style than is seen in the Dwomutsiqsa spell. This made it hard to discern the exact shape and size of a few of the letters (especially the letter for L or R and Z. The L or R letter is the only letter that doesn’t have a sharp bend at the bottom, which makes it hard to know where the bottom of it is and how far, if it all, the bottom curve extends below the baseline. Z is the only letter that extends above the top line. Like L/R, this makes it seem like I’m not interpreting it correctly, or that the sloppy writing style has made it appear to be shaped differently than it is supposed to be. It doesn’t help that several other letters differ a lot from how they look in the Dwomutsiqsa spell, like the bottom curve of any letter with Y in it, for example. For both the L/R letter and Z, it’s also hard to tell if the lines are meant to be curved or straight. Do they appear curved because it’s sloppy handwriting? Or do they appear straighter for that reason? All I can say is that I did my best to match the illustration.

The way this alphabet works is that all vowels are diacritics (a small mark added in or around another letter) that are placed at the top line or just under the hook of the previous consonant (if it has one on the top). You can see an example of this in the bottom right corner of the chart.

There are some important things to note about this alphabet. The first thing one might notice is that several English letters are missing. Unfortunately this alphabet just doesn’t have them, by design. Kittât’s creator, Ben Grossblatt, said the following in Speak Like A Sith:

I like to think creative Sith scribes would translate [Palpatine’s] name into their own language.

This means it will be very difficult to use this alphabet without learning the Sith language, which is difficult on its own due to there currently being such a limited vocabulary available. I’m dying to use this alphabet (and the Sith language) in day to day, casual settings, so I seriously hope the language gets fleshed out fully and very soon.

Veknoid:

NOTE: This font was previously named Boonta after the festival it is seen in, but we renamed it Veknoid because Mike Dolan found out that the Boonta festival & Pod races seem to be inspired by the Veknoid aliens. The Veknoid [Boonta] symbols are visible on the Racing Pod of Teemto Pagalies (A furry, Bulldog-faced being) in the Incredible Cross-Sections Book. Teemto has been identified as a Veknoid, another species famous for having many members who are Podracers.

This font only has letters A-J, which makes it rather useless. It looks pretty cool, though.

#star wars #reference #writing reference

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therandlegacy · 3 years ago

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Finally done! I shall keep reminding you guys that my commissions are open ! Now off to play some swtor! email me at [email protected]

#oh this is amazing #and hilarious #Swtor #Other ppl's art

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i love everything about this.

2 Sleepy hug from the Hugs list!

Erm. This got long. ~4600 words, E-rated. #sorrynotsorry

She woke with a start, and it took her several moments to understand what had roused her. Grey had never been the most sound sleeper, but from the thin line of drool on her pillow, it was clear that she had been in a deep, deep sleep. A cocoon of warmth, as well as the comforting feeling of a muscled arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer, tried to lure her back under its spell. She recognized the owner of the arm and the warm skin pressing against her backside as sleep faded and awareness crept in.

Theron’s breathing was steady and even, the heavy, relaxed quality of it indicating that he was still asleep. This was the first time that he had stayed over — actually sleeping in her bed instead of just, well, activities that really involved little sleep. Not that he didn’t want to come over — the fact that he showed up at her door almost every night spoke to that desire. He just seemed a little preoccupied with the idea of the rest of the base knowing their nocturnal escapades, and wound up slipping out after the graveyard shift started.

She never pushed him on it, and she never took it personally. Theron had built up several layers of self-defense throughout the years. To be with him was to respect his boundaries. Besides, every time she looked into his eyes, she could see the emotions he tried to bury shining back at her that always proved to her in whatever way he would give her. He was one of the few things from her old life that had come back to her, and she would not drive him away by clinging too closely.

At least, that had been her intention. But while he laid in her bed last night, his heart still beating wildly from their exertions, she had felt she couldn’t move her head off his chest. Finding the sound of his heartbeat soothing in a way that almost nothing else was. She had almost drifted off then and there when she felt the rough calluses on his fingers brushing against her brow as he noted the dark circles under her eyes.

“You look tired,” he had commented.

And she had almost brushed him off — but looking into his eyes, seeing the concern shine through, she had found she couldn’t lie to him. And had admitted to getting woken up by bad dreams. She hadn’t needed to elaborate too much. The dark look flitting across his features confirmed he had guessed the source of them.

Theron had said nothing even as his face betrayed every thought and emotion going on in his head. He just nodded to her, as if they’d had a full, in-depth conversation on the subject, and pulled her closer so he could run his fingers through her hair. She had drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, and when she woke up, well, she woke up like this. And it felt so right, so natural, that she didn’t want to move.

He stirred a little, but didn’t wake. Glancing at the chrono on the shelf, she decided she could give him a few more minutes. His body was almost like a furnace against hers, and maybe given time, it would be uncomfortable. But mornings on the Odessen base, especially her room, buried deep within the rocks as it was, could get quite cold. It usually chased her from the bed almost as soon as she woke. The need to move and get warm was a brisk wake-up call.

Theron emitted a little sigh in his sleep and shifted. A distinct hardness against her backside reminded her of his proximity, and her cheeks burned as she realized what it was. It was hard to concentrate, to run through her morning to-do list with him here. Sleep was definitely getting chased away, but not in her usual work-first manner. She had a routine. Forty-five minutes of meditation, twenty minutes for a shower, and another fifteen to take the long walk to the commissary and grab a big mug of caffa before almost anyone else on Odessen had roused.

There was nothing stopping her from keeping to that timetable. Even with his tight embrace, she could slip out of his arms. She could even use the Force to keep from waking him, even if that application was not technically considered a proper use. In her case, strict propriety had flown out the window a while ago. Aside from that, the entire reason he had stayed the night was for her benefit — it would be wrong to abandon him just for the sake of keeping to a schedule.

He sighed again, and she tried to be quiet, tried to lie still, keep her breathing quiet and even so as not to disturb him. The controlled breathing, the way she tried to clear her mind, this could almost be like meditation in its own way… if Theron didn’t prove to be quite so distracting, even when still asleep. Curled against her, the inner walls he kept steadily in place had come down, and she could feel his emotions like they were her own, and right now his were a heady combination of sleepiness, desire and affection.

The more she tried to concentrate on the ticking clock, her mounting list of to-do items — meditation, shower, caffa, check in on Aygo’s request for troop requisitions, look at the intelligence reports on the Eternal Fleet’s movements — the more she wanted to stay here in this moment, in the circle of his arms. It felt more than right to not think about anything but what she was doing, to just lay against Theron, feeling the rise and fall of his chest press into her, to feel his heartbeat against her back. It edged towards perfection.

If she did not take care, she could get lost in this moment. Let herself be carried off by his warmth, the way he molded himself against her, as if even now in sleep, he wanted that connection that brought him to her door each night. Not that she was immune, either. It was like her skin was hungry for his, and it took little to remember the slick slide of their skin, the taste of his kiss as he—

Grey let out the breath she’d been unconsciously holding, trying to smother the rising tide of yearning the memory attempted to dredge up. She had things to do, things outside of this bed. Attempting to compose herself, thankfully still faced away from him so that she could maintain this charade, if only for her own pride. As she felt a grin press into her hair, she realized she had failed at both that and not rousing him. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her into a sleepy, languid hug. Despite her measured, controlled breaths, her traitorous pulse raced as she processed his newfound closeness and the fact that he was now very much awake and aware of her as well.

She didn’t turn around, and he didn’t force her from her position. He just lay there, his body against hers, the heat of his arousal against her back. The rough stubble on his chin grazed against her smooth skin, and she could feel goosebumps rise in its wake.

“Morning.” His greeting was muffled against her hair, but the deep sound still seemed to rumble through her.

“Did you sleep well?” Miraculously, her voice came out steady and even. No hint of the headiness that had nearly overtaken her, but she was fairly certain from the heat now radiating off her skin there would be no hiding how flushed she was.

“Mmhmm.” Theron chuckled and pulled away slightly.

The cool morning air rushed in to fill the space between them, and while she resisted the temptation to draw him back, she couldn’t help but shiver at the sudden temperature shift. He pressed himself back against her again, ending the brief separation before the sleepy spell he had woven was broken. His lips brushed up against her neck, and the rush of wetness she felt wasn’t entirely due to his mouth. As he continued his exploration of her neck, she drew another slow, steady breath.

“I did not mean to wake you.” It was a poor, inappropriate use of the Force to keep her voice steady. She was fairly certain none of her Jedi Masters would have approved — so it was a good thing they were not here to chastise her.

He’d found his way to her ear, and the little shivers caused by his breath against it were adding to the wetness gathering between her legs. She valiantly tried to ignore that, and maintain her balance on that very thin line of control that would keep her day on track. A day that would be very quickly derailed if she did not maintain her focus.

“You sure this isn’t a dream?” His voice was still rough with sleep, but the gravelly tone was doing things to her insides, and the warmth of his breath almost made her dizzy. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I am.” She twisted around in his arms to face him, her hands resting against his chest as she looked up into his eyes. “I did not want you to wake up alone.”

It was a harmless remark, just a straightforward statement of truth, nothing out of the norm. Yet, for some reason, he went completely still. Theron wasn’t particularly great at talking about his feelings, but she didn’t need the Force to see the torrent of emotions rush over him. It was all there in his eyes. She still felt it though, some deep, dark pain that he tried to hide since they’d found each other after five years apart. As if he’d gone through some variation on this morning a thousand times, only for her to not actually be there when he opened his eyes.

She wanted to know where into the past he had gone, wanted to ask more — through the Force she could get abstractions, vague hints that peeked around the edges of this raw, emotional wound he still carried with him. If she wasn’t careful, she could get dragged down into this part of him like an undertow.

What Theron couldn’t express in words, he made up for in action. After what felt like an eternity of stillness, but was in all likelihood only a second or two, he seized her lips with his. Their tongues twined together, and a shiver passed between them. It was a fiery, hungry kiss, almost as if it was to make up for every moment they had been apart.

His hand slid up her body, palms gracing along her abdomen before cupping around her breast, his thumb and forefinger teasing her nipple to a hard peak. That precious measure of control was rapidly slipping away from her, his touch inviting her to tumble over the edge with him. Every part of her wanted to indulge him, except one part of her brain trying to valiantly remind her of some distant responsibility beyond these sheets. Another teasing pinch had her arching into him, drowning out that small voice as she allowed him to carry her over the figurative cliff with him.

He broke away from the kiss, letting out a ragged breath. He looked at her, pupils blown wide, and she could feel his desire for her, hard and eager against her thigh. With him this close, she could see every detail, every fleck and color shift in his irises, a mesmerizing mosaic of brown and gold. An unspoken question flickered in his eyes: Should he continue? She answered with the subtlest of nods, and his fingers hooked under her knee as he hauled her leg up and over his hip.

Her pulse would have quickened at the motion regardless — the heat of his arousal against her entrance always did that to her. This time, there was an element of intrigue and surprise to it. She could count the number of times she’d been intimate — every night he’d come to her door here on Odessen, plus the one time on Yavin. Each time, he had been on top. Until now. This was one of those moments where she was reminded of how painfully inexperienced she was in comparison to him. She was aware that other positions exist, but she hadn’t ever looked into them. Perhaps she should have said something to that effect… but her curiosity won out. She wanted to know if this would be drastically different.

Any thoughts beyond this moment drifted away as the hand around her knee pulled her closer, and he pushed against her, the tip of his erection sliding against her entrance. She arched against him, trying to take in more of that feeling of him, and he took that as encouragement. This close, he only had to move his hips a little to slide inside and it only took a slight repositioning from her to take him all the way to the hilt.

It wasn’t a position made to go fast and hard — a gentle roll of his hips brought him just as deep as a thrust when he was on top of her. For as hard and urgent as his kisses and touches had been, his movements now were slow, his eyes never leaving her face as if he wanted to witness the effect of every small motion he made. She reveled in the closeness, how his chest pressed up against hers so she could feel his heartbeat, the feel of every inch of him inside her. It was a heady combination, and she could feel her body reacting, the pressure building at the base of her spine.

He seemed to be intent on teasing her, keeping it slow, as if they had all the time in the world. As much as Theron watched her, she couldn’t help but watch him, too. The way his lips would curve into a smile that no one else ever seemed to see. How that clever, always calculating gaze softened when he looked at her, and he always seemed to know what she was thinking, even when she didn’t. The way he lit up in the Force, like a star blazing in the night sky.

Even now, every movement of his seemed to be calculated. The way the press of his fingers into her hip seemed to contradict the gentle slide inside of her. The way his eyes darted between hers and the way his lips parted as he stared at her, his gaze still full of that familiar hunger. Each shift of his body was deliberate, measured, meant to drive her to the brink. It was a kind of time-release pleasure, with him keeping her right on the edge, so close to climaxing but not quite there.

He was already there, pushing deep inside her, as the pressure reached its crescendo, and she felt the familiar rush, the balmy warmth flowing through her, pulling her over the brink with him. When she came, his name lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it because she was too preoccupied by the look ong at his face, at the ecstasy he wore like a mask, that she couldn’t bring herself to speak it.

Theron’s head dropped onto her shoulder and he rested there, his breathing heavy in her ear. Although he was finished, his arms were still wrapped around her, and she didn’t have the wherewithal to do anything but enjoy the feel of his body against hers.

It was only when his breathing returned to normal that he lifted his head a fraction, his hand still lazily stroking her skin. She threaded her fingers through his hair, enjoying the way it felt, the way the dark brown strands slid through her fingers. It seemed that he’d exorcized whatever past ghosts her words had awakened, as all the shadows had been chased away.

She hadn’t moved yet, her leg still slung over his hip, and part of her wondered exactly how many more positions he knew. Was there a guide on the HoloNet somewhere of them all? Embarrassment kept her from voicing those thoughts — she wasn’t really sure she could take him teasing her about that. She wasn’t averse to finding more though if they were anything like this experience.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” he murmured against her.

She couldn’t help the smile, his stubble against her skin tickling with each word. “It has its benefits.”

“Did you sleep any better last night?”

She started to shrug, but then he shifted, and it became more of a shiver. Her body was still humming, the aftershocks of the orgasm making her quiver. “I don’t know. Did I?”

“You were out like a light.” He sat up, pulling away, and she felt the loss of contact, though it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. It was also hard to miss the view, the way his skin gleamed in the soft light, muscles rippling as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“I slept like you were here,” she replied, then realized that sounded like she was blaming him. “I mean — I didn’t have any dreams.”

His brow had furrowed, as if in concern, before he brushed a hand against his cheek. “You’ve been having them a lot.”

It should have been a question, but it came out as a statement. Although if he’d been able to tell that she’d been missing out on sleep just from looking at her, she supposed it was closer to fact. So she nodded — but didn’t want a discussion about the contents of her dreams, or what caused them, to chase away the pleasant start to this morning. She was just thankful they had been kept at bay, at least for one evening.

“You know I’m here if you need me,” he said, his voice softer, almost gentle. “Whenever you need me.”

“I know,” she graced him with a smile, and he gave her one in return.

“Well, at least you’re well-rested for today,” he said. “We’ve got that meeting in—“

At the mention of the meeting, her eyes flew to the chrono, and the hazy, dreamy moment dissipated faster than a cloud of smoke. The meeting. She was supposed to be there in less than an hour. No time for a full-meditation — and now she definitely needed a shower. But her caf…

“The meeting,” she said to Theron, with heavy emphasis.

“Shit!” His eyes strayed to the time and let out another curse. “Everyone’s probably up by now.”

There was little chance he could make his way out of her room at this time without being spotted. He’d either have to make peace with that or find a more opportune moment to head back to his room.

“You can use my shower.” She made a motion towards the refresher.

“Yeah, good plan,” he said, rolling out of bed. “Wait—it’s your shower, you should go first.”

“I don’t think we really have time for negotiations,” she reminded him.

“Then you go first,” he insisted. “Of the two of us, it would look worse for you to show up to an official Alliance function smelling like...”

He made a vague motion with his hands, and she relented, heading quickly into the refresher. She managed to be in and out in five minutes, which earned a quirked eyebrow from her boyfriend. She ignored that, trying to find some measure of calm to meditate, but found her thoughts kept drifting. From the meeting to her never-ending to-do list, to the sound of the water running in the refresher. She couldn’t help but think of Theron standing there, the water cascading over his skin, flowing down his body.

Damn it.

Her eyes snapped open. She was a Jedi Master, not an initiate who was still learning the basics of meditation. She looked back at the chrono and sighed — she needed to finish getting dressed and head to the briefing room. Meditation would have to wait — and so would her caf.

Grey was definitely not her best during the meeting, nor really the rest of the day. Without her morning caffeine intake, she was tired and dragging, and her thoughts were in complete disarray due to her poor meditation. Of course, a proper Jedi would have eschewed external stimulants to start each day. Then again, the start to her morning had been far from proper.

Theron had shown up late, his hair a little more flat and lifeless than its usual chaotic style, his stubble more pronounced as if he’d been caught pulling another all-nighter at one of the computer terminals. With a flash of guilt, she realized that he’d been subjected to whatever grooming products she’d had on hand. Which wasn’t much outside of standard soap, shampoo, and conditioner. She’d never had any need to style her hair in any fanciful fashion in the way he liked to — nor the need to trim back any facial hair.

He’d also seemed to catch her tired state and flashed her an equally guilty expression.

By the end of the day, she was dragging, caffeine withdrawal taking its toll. Before she retreated to her quarters though, she made a stop to the Logistics Wing, and after a little finagling, managed to procure a jar of hair gel from Hylo, who just gave the Jedi a knowing smirk when she tried to make up a story about her hair frizzing up in the humidity.

It was the usual late hour when her door chime rang and Theron sheepishly entered. He had that look on his face that told her something was on his mind. As she sat down on the couch, he paced the length of the room, all of his nervous energy suddenly finding a different stage upon which to be displayed. It had been an unusually long day, and now she was feeling the whole of it. She was still tired, now more so than ever, and ready to head to bed. But from his frenetic pacing, she could tell that he wanted to talk.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, the words tumbling out over each other.

“What?”

“For this morning. I know you have a routine, and I threw it off with… well. Everything.”

“I am an adult,” she reminded him slowly, “and am capable of making my own decisions.”

“I know you can, and you did.” The hangdog expression on his face would have almost been comical if she wasn’t still trying to untangle his logic. “I’m sorry you didn’t get your caf.”

She blinked at him. “What?”

“You get up before almost everyone each morning and get a giant mug of caf.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m a spy — it’s my job to notice things!”

Grey wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or horrified that he was paying such close attention to her routine — and decided to just ignore it for now. Especially when she eyed his hair. He’d attempted to spike it back up a few times throughout the day, but without any support, it had flown out into a disheveled mess. He’d had to endure several jokes from Koth throughout the afternoon about his resemblance to a drowned womp rat.

“If we are apologizing,” she said, “I should offer one.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I shouldn’t have asked you to stay—it was selfish of me to put you in a position you weren’t comfortable taking.”

“You didn’t ask. I offered.” If they were being technical, he actually hadn’t. He’d just... decided not to leave when he usually did. “And that was a very comfortable position.”

From the bob of his eyebrows, she knew he wasn’t referring to staying over the night.

“No, I meant—what I mean is—I know you don’t want to be seen coming and going from here. You want our relationship to remain private, and I respect your wishes.”

That seemed to take him off guard and a confusing series of emotions flickered across his face. Surprise, a flash of hurt, followed by embarrassment, a touch of melancholy, then a different sort of guilt. It was too much to process or untangle, so instead of addressing it, she offered him an out in the form of a subject change.

“All I’m saying is,” she continued as if there hadn’t been an awkward pause, “if I have my morning routine, you have yours too. I know you have certain... grooming requirements.”

“Grooming requirements?” He barked out a laugh. “What am I? A kath hound?”

She fixed him with a look and suddenly wished that she had taken the time to put the jar of hair gel she’d acquired in the refresher. Or anywhere but the table where his eyes suddenly fell.

“Wait, is that—?”

He picked up the jar, frowning, before looking at her. His expression seemed to war between fondness and amusement. “This isn’t your brand.”

Her nose wrinkled. “My hair doesn’t need to defy gravity.”

He snorted, amusement winning out. “You sure about that?”

“Fairly.”

“Where’d you find this anyway?”

“I have my sources.” She crossed her arms. “Confidential sources.”

“You went to Hylo didn’t you?”

Grey did her best to keep her face neutral, but from the smirk toying at his lips, she had a feeling this was a losing battle. And also a pointless one if she gave the matter more than a moment’s thought, seeing as she had gotten the jar for him. One of life’s biggest mysteries was how quickly her best plans and intentions derailed whenever Theron entered the picture.

He gave the jar a thoughtful look. “Did you know this happens to be the same brand that I use?”

“Really?” She tried to feign innocence. “I suppose that means it works very well.”

“It does.” He slid a look to her. “Anyway, that’s not the point.”

“What is the point then?”

He set down the jar and crossed the distance separating them, pulling her into an unexpected hug.

“Look, I know I have a lot of hangups and I’m not great at this relationship thing. But I don’t… I’m not…”

“But what?”

“This is coming out wrong. What I mean is, I’m used to being sorry about a lot of things — but spending time with you? Is never going to be one of them.”

“Theron—”

He pressed a finger to her lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “We can’t have you falling asleep in the middle of important briefings due to lack of caffeine.”

“I am a Jedi,” she felt compelled to point out, “the Force sustains me.”

“As does caffeine.” His smirk seemed to blossom, in spite of (or perhaps because of) her protests. “I’ll just have to make sure you’ve got your morning cup of caf every day — even if I have to walk it to your door myself.”

“Won’t people see you?” she challenged.

“I’m a spy, remember?” He gave her a wink. “I can be sneaky.”

“You might have to wake up early for that,” she said, shaking her head at him. “The base gets quite busy prior to the morning shift.”

“If I’m already here, you’ll wake me up when you get out of bed.”

“Why, Theron Shan, that sounds like you’re planning on staying another full night.”

“I can think of worse things.”

His smile turned wicked, hand sliding along her back until he was pulling her closer. A few moments later, she forgot about caf and morning routines and everything else aside from the soft press of his lips.

#swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #Theron Shan #Female Jedi Knight/Hero of Tython #swtor #fanfic #greyfic #nsfw #Friend's fic #ficrec #Im suddenly struck with the urge to doodle Grey with a cup of caffa a big ol' cup #this was perfection #and utterly adorkable xD

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SWTOR prompt: ❀ Discovery that the OC is force-sensitive (as AU if the OC isn’t normally)

okay so.... this got a BIT LONG. Like... much longer than i expected.

So this is really for Seth but... Theron decided he wanted to be narrator (Which accounts for WHY this got so long.) So enjoy.

"You're a Wizard, Seth!"

The sounds of battle raged around them. Blaster fire, the hum of lightsabers, shouts of pirates and scavengers… The din of the skirmish was its own soundtrack in a way, one each of them knew intimately after all these years of war with the Sith Empire, with Valkorian’s Eternal Fleet and everything in between. Theron was no stranger to any of it, flitting from the shadows and into the thick of it, his blasters firing in tandem. His focus was on the battlefield, his cybernetics flashed as they worked to his advantage. The ruins of Taris didn’t necessarily make the battle harder, but it didn’t necessarily make it easier.

He cursed under his breath when he caught sight of another group of enemies makign their way towards the battle. There was but a split of second of realization that this group was making a b-line straight for twin indigo lightsabers that flashed and danced not to far from him. This was old hat for Sattura, for all of them really, Theron wasn’t too worried but still he wasn’t really liking their odds at this point.

A spray of blaster fire shout out from near his Jedi, but the indigo light of the bolts told him who those blasters belonged to. Sattura’s twin brother, Seth. The smuggler sent the suppressing round of fire out with minimal effort, mowing down several pirates that were getting a bit too close to Sattura for even Theron’s comfort.

(The rest is under the cut for length!)

The angry red hiss of Lana Beniko’s lightsaber flashed about from Theron’s other side. He and Lana fell into an easy routine just as the Rand Twins did. Thus, the battle raged on the newest additions of scavengers and pirates joined the fray, raising the ante and the stakes. While the four Alliance members were able to cut down the majority of them, there was a point when Theron felt a need, a sense of urgency to get the hells out of dodge.

The twisted ground beneath his feet trembled suddenly, violently as the sounds of an explosion not too far away could be heard. He had a bad feeling about this…

“Argh!” Lana’s voice cried out, a stray blaster bolt knicking her shoulder and spinning her around. Theron was on the target instantly, sending the scavenger to the ground without so much as a thought.

“You good?” He called out, his eyes flicking over her as she stood, an expression of annoyance and anger on her face. She was fine.

“Stupid question,” She muttered before launching herself back into the fray.

His amber gaze scanned the battlefield falling on the white haired mirialan woman he’d been looking for. Her twin lightsabers blazed and twirled in a dance of destruction even as she was back to back with her brother.

The roaring sound of ancient metal creeked, groaned and tore from above them. It was an alarming sound, and not exactly part of the normal battlefield soundtrack. It screeched, the ground trembled again. He looked around…His cybernetics locking onto a large structure of duracrete and durasteel. Whatever explosion was causing the ground to tremble had affected the already waning integrity of the ancient piece of building.

“Sattura, Seth, we gotta go, now!” Theron shouted into his comm, his voice also carrying over the battlefield.

“Bit busy here!” Seth called back. Neither Mirialan had noticed the trembling structure.

“That really big, really wide piece of ancient building is about to come crashin-“

Sattura’s sharp cry of pain through the comm cut him off, his eyes on her immediately as she fell back. Seth caught her easily, still firing his blaster. Theron ran, dodging, weaving and knocking down whoever got in his way.

“Lets go!” He said, though he could barely be heard as the structure started it’s descent. Chunks of it already falling. Theron’s arm was instantly around Sattura’s waist, holding her against him. She had a wound in her side and one down her back. Her breath was unsteady but she was still conscious, and looking up with wide eyes.

The falling boulders were alarming enough but when the structure shifted, teetering over and rushing towards them, Theron realized with a sense of cold dread. It was much too large for them all to cover the distance required to get out from under it. On instinct, he pulled Sattura closer, angling his body and wrapping his arms around her as if to protect her from it even though such an impact would no doubt kill them both.

Then silence descended on them abruptly.

His first thought where that it had been painless then his brain caught up as he saw Sattura’s eyes, wide and very much alive. Reflected in those violet depths was the chunks of the debris…

When he looked up, he saw it. The large ancient structure that had been certain to kill all of them was hovering above them, in large broken chunks of twisted metal and duracrete. He glanced back at Sattura, the shock in her expression told him it wasn’t her use of the force.

“Either start running or…” Seth’s strained voice sounded. “Or this was a waste…of effort.”

Theron’s amber gaze widened, seeing the smuggler standing, his arms up and outstretched towards the debris. Muscles quaked and shook, his breathing was short and haggard. The Force flowing through him but he was struggling.

“Move it!” He growled.

“Seth…” Sattura’s voice cut through his growl with calmness as she reached an unsteady hand over to him. Theron kept hold of her as she placed her hand on her brother’s arm. Her eyes closed and there was a faint glimmer of light that Theron would normally assume was a trick of the shadows and daylight. Only it wasn’t.

At his sister’s touch and no doubt her own added force strength, Seth’s visible struggle eased. His breathing returned to normal, his muscles didn’t strain as hard. Sattura tensed in Theron’s arms but he held her up. He didn’t like the way she trembled but he wasn’t about to stop whatever force work was going on.

With a surge of the Force so strong even Theron could feel it as it created its own wind, ruffling his hair and pulling at his jacket, the Mirialan twins sent the ruined debris tumbling through the air. It wasn’t a long-distance but enough that the danger it originally posed was no longer there.

Once they were safe, Sattura dropped her hand and fell heavily against Theron. Seth let out a long, trembling breath as Lana rushed up to them her eyes wide in shock. For a long moment, they could only stare at Seth.

“What?” He asked gruffly with a shrug of his shoulders, trying to brush it off. Lana blinked at him.

“You’re…” She started but the Sith Lord suddenly seemed to forget how to articulate.

“You’re a wizard, Seth,” Theron threw out there, trying to head off the building tension. There wasn’t exactly time for this and Sattura needed medical attention. Seth snorted but shook his head. Sattura’s grip on Theron only tightened as she tried to maintain her composure.

“Theron-“ Lana said nearly rounding on him.

“Look, I’ll explain later but let'sin get the void out of here,” Seth said, his tone uncharacteristically sharp and brokering no argument.

“No argument here,” Theron said, sweeping Sattura up bridal style in his arms. She opened her mouth to protest but only managed a grimace. “Sorry, Sweetheart,” He said as they quickly made their way back to the makeshift Alliance base.

The silence was heavy during the trek, cut only by Sattura’s soft gasps of pain. Once they were back at the base, however, and Sattura was seen to. Theron heard the heated voices of Lana and Seth. Though they were int the next tent over, they weren’t exactly keeping quiet.

“When you were going to mention you were force-sensitive?” Lana demanded, anger in her voice.

“Uh, never, clearly,” Seth answered, his voice nonchalant.

“What? How is it- Was this something Valkorian-“

“No. I’ve been force-sensitive all my life, Lana. Now let it go-“

“Let it go? Have you completely lost your mind? This is important-“

“Why?” Seth demanded. “Angry that I might go run off to the Jedi?”

“Of course not!”

“Good, cause that will never happen," Seth stated with a finality in his voice. There was a pause, and the conversation seemed to drop off before he heard footsteps. The flap of the tent Theron and Sattura were in opened. Seth strode in, his face a mask of the same Jedi stoicism he’d seen on Sattura more than once.

Theron glanced between the two Mirialans, uncertain what to do or even say. Sure what had happened was a pretty darn big realization but from what he’d overheard, it was clearly a very sore, sensitive subject for the smuggler.

“You alright?” Seth asked his sister. She glanced at him for a moment before nodding.

“Of course, you?” She said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Seth sighed and ran a hand over his face, “Honestly? I don’t know.”

“For what it’s worth,” Theron spoke up, bringing two sets of violet eyes towards him. “You saved our asses out there. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

#The Rand Twins #The Rand Legacy #Seth Rand #Sattura Rand #Lana Beniko #Theron Shan #Swtor fanfiction #Jedi knight #Smuggler #Like i said this took off in a way i didn't expect #Thanks for the ask!#Its so nice to have words flowing again!

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Ahhh, Caffa

#Theron Shan #Theron Thursday #Forgot to post this here when i finished it #lol #my art #click for better view #since tumblr squishes quality

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Taris SnapShots (The Rand Legacy)

Title: Taris Snapshots

Fandom: SWTOR/Star Wars The Old Republic

Featuring: Seth Rand and Corso Riggs, Sattura Rand and Kira Carsen (gen)

Synopsis: Just a couple of moments during Chapter one of the vanilla game, on the planet Taris.

Word Count: 1,797 words

Author Notes: Seth and Sattura dont know they’re both on Taris at the same time until the last possible second.

(Taris, Seth)

“This place is like a literal trash bin,” Seth muttered as he and Corso picked their way through the ruin-strewn wilderness of Coruscant. The planet had once been a city that had come close to rivaling Taris. But that was three hundred years ago before Darth Malak had bombarded it. “Like a trash bin for a galaxy-sized Giant…”

“I feel ya on that, Captain,” Corso agreed. “You think the Republic can really rebuild this place?”

Seth shrug as he ducked under a low-hanging structure that he could only assume was once a possible road….maybe a floor belonging to an upper level. It was overgrown with various fungi and plant life. Three centuries of utter abandonment and neglect wrapped around the ancient rusting duracrete and durasteel. “Maybe, but it’s going to take them a hell of a long time. Especially with the Rakghouls running around and…doing whatever it is they do.”

“Rakghouls…” Corso said with a shudder. “Don’t wanna run into those.”

(the rest is under the cut for length!)

“Well, we might, but hopefully not,” Seth said. He wasn’t about to reveal his force connection to the kid, not yet anyway. He could sense various other beings around them, mostly animals. He just assumed they were all predatory. He expected the Rakghouls would be of a similar feel. Probably feel threatened by anything, not like them, turn hostile. They hadn’t come into direct contact with any Rakghouls yet, but they hadn’t been outside the Republic Base, Olaris, for very long and it was only a matter of time. Until then, he was trying to keep himself and Corso from detection of anything nearby. There was a strange…feeling, however. It seemed to filter through the areas, possibly the planet, in waves. The feeling was like walking through spider-webs, the silky tiny strands wisping across his skin but with a heavy sense of confusion.

He was trying not to think about it too much. The faster they found that damn vault of Risha’s, the faster they could get the hells away from this death-trap garbage bin.

(Taris, Sattura)

Taris was…unsettling to say the least. Even from orbit, the young Jedi could feel the way the planet still twisted and writhed in the echos of the destruction that had been brought down on it three centuries prior. She knew her padawan and friend, Kira felt it. They’d exchanged a look when landing the ship. There was a feeling of…wispy spiderwebs that seemed to meander through the planet as if the ghosts of all the lives lost were trying to reach out and touch them.

“Doctor Godera sure picked a great vacation spot,” Kira said as they stepped out of the Olaris Spaceport.

Sattura gave an amused snort, “Pretty sure he was looking to disappear not necessarily a vacation.”

“What's the difference in a place like this?” Kira said, shaking her head. “I’m not knocking the Republic’s effort to restore the planet but…this is…” She trailed off, searching for the words.

“A substantial undertaking?” Sattura provided helpfully as they continued through the base.

“Substantial sounds like an understatement, to be honest,” Kira pointed out. “Still though…Think they can do it? Bring Taris back?”

Sattura considered for a moment, her violet gaze flitting over the ruins of buildings, skyscrapers in the distance. “It won’t happen overnight. And hopefully,its those in charge will keep their patience. I don’t think they’ll bring Taris back to it’s former glory…but I like to think that with patience and perseverance, the Republic can make it a place where people can live and build good lives.”

Kira was silent for a while as they exited the base, the scenery changing to one of ancient desolation. There was a flicker of apprehension.

“What if they don't have patience?” Kira asked.

“I don’t honestly know but…this place may remain a tomb in that regard,” Sattura answered honestly. “But the restoration and rebuilding efforts have only just begun, Kira. There’s no reason, yet, to lose hope.”

“You’re right…Well,” Kira said then took a breath, shaking off whatever had plagued her before. “We’ve got the coordinates for Doctor Godera’s little base. Shall we go knock?”

Sattura’s lips quirked in amusement before she gave a nod, “Stay alert though. I have a feeling this place has much more hiding in the shadows than the ghosts of the past.”

“Yeah like…rakghouls,” Kira said with a slight shudder.

They continued on.

(Taris, Seth and Sattura)

The day had progressed onwards and rather uneventfully for Seth and Corso. They were able to avoid the groupings of Rakghouls easily enough. Seth’s demeanor had shifted slightly, growing more and more tense the further from Olaris they got. He tried to keep it from his companion. The planet was just…unsettling to him both in the physical and in the Force. He could have shut off his focus on the Force. He did it well enough already. He didn’t use his full force potential anymore, it was a remnant of an old life but here, on Taris?

This wasn’t a place, he was willing to be fully blind in.

He heard it before he saw it but even then it was already too late.

A skittering, a sickening grotesque chitter from his left sounded before he picked up on the twisted presence in the Force. The rakghoul sprang from where it was hidden beside a tree growing around an ancient bit of rumble. His violet eyes snapped up, watching as it hurled itself towards Corso, who was reacting a second too late.

His first instinct, one he constantly had to resist, was to reach out with the Force but instead, he lifted his blaster, Anarchy, and pulled the trigger. His aim was perfect, the bolt hitting the beast in the side of the head as it flew through the air towards Corso. The impact of the bolt sent it spinning away. Corso blinked in surprise and slight confusion as Seth lowered his arm.

“Th-thanks, Cap’n,” Corso said with a slight breathlessness to him. The young farm boy was no stranger to fighting yet, even so, Seth couldn’t blame the kid for being even remotely disturbed. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of suddenly being faced with a rakghoul flying at him-

“Captain!” Corso shouted suddenly, his brown eyes fixed on a point somewhere behind the Mirialan. He was readying his own blaster when Seth heard it. The tell-tale skittering, the faint haunting chittering of not just one Rakghoul…but several of them. The blaster shot no doubt had gotten their attention. Without turning around, he could sense them, hostile and moving…fast.

Seth met Corso’s gaze and spoke one word.

“Run.”

There was little hesitation for either man, they bolted. Booted feet hitting the ground and kicking up dirt and underbrush. They ran, jumping and dodging roots, rubble. So focused on the Rakghouls chasing them, that Seth didn’t pick up on the too familiar presence he and Corso were rapidly descending upon. Not until they broke through a dense patch of foliage only to skid to a stop, blinking at the blades of green and indigo light suddenly in their path.

“Oh whoa…Uh… We’re not bad guys, I swear, Ladies,” Corso rushed out, his hands up in surrender and his brown eyes wide at the red-haired woman in front of him, her green lightsaber inches from him.

Seth’s own gaze was rising above the indigo light, the color so very familiar to him. It was as familiar as the presence he was now registering. When his violet eyes locked with eyes of the very same shade and color, he simply couldn’t believe it.

This couldn’t be real.

“Seth?” The Mirialan Jedi said his name, her voice as familiar as his own. Her violet eyes were wide in surprise, shock shifting around her in the Force.

“Sattura…” Seth said, fairly certain that his face was a mirror of hers.

His twin sister thumbed her lightsaber off, hooking the intricately carved hilt to her belt, still staring at him. Then quite suddenly, she smiled and launched herself at him. He felt affection and amusement bubble around her as he caught her easily, her laughter rich and infectious. His own laughter rumbled around them as he hugged his sister tightly. He was vaguely aware of Corso and the other Jedi were staring at the two of them, eyebrows raised.

“You’re a surprise and a half to see here,” Seth said, setting her down and resting his hands on her arms as their embrace ended. Sattura chuckled and squeezed his arm right back.

“Surprise is an understatement,” She said, tilting her head at him before stepping back from him completely. Her smile hadn’t faded and neither had his when they turned back to their respective companions.

“Kira, this is my twin brother, Seth,” Sattura started off the introduction. “Seth, this my fellow Jedi and padawan, Kira Carsen.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Kira said, amusement glittering in her eyes as she extended her hand.

“Pleasure is all mine,” Seth said, automatically giving her a charming smirk as he took her hand. Mischief was afoot when he placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles before letting go. He didn’t have to see his sister to know she was rolling her eyes.

“Seth,” She said quietly, her voice disapproving.

“Don’t worry, Master, suave and charm don’t work well on me,” Kira laughed.

Seth chuckled then glanced at Corso, “Well, introductions yes? Corso this is my sister, Sattura. Sattura, meet the most chivalrous man this side of the Republic, Corso Riggs.”

“Nice to meet ya, Ma’am, er.. Master Jedi,” Corso said, as gentlemanly as ever, holding his hand out. Sattura gave him a warm smile, accepting his hand with a friendly shake.

“Likewise,” She said. “As you know by now, this is Kira.”

“The charming one, I would say,” Kira chuckled, giving Corso a nod of greeting.

“Oh, Corso can be really charming when he wants to be-“ Seth was saying until the memory of what he and Corso had been running from came back to him in a rush.

“Seth?”

He glanced around, eyes moving to the tree line behind them, “We’ve gotta go. Unless you fancy tangling with a mess of Rakghouls.”

“Why-“ Sattura started and it was the look on her face that told him she sensed the mindless beasts heading their way.

With a hand on her arm, he jerked his head to Corso who immediately fell into action, readying his blaster and falling behind Kira who was leading the way through the rest of the underbrush.

“Always have to make an entrance, don’t you?” Sattura chided lightly as they ran, her voice barely breathless.

“You know it, sister mine,” Seth retorted with a wink.

#The Rand Legacy #Avocado Twins #The Rand Twins #Taris #Seth Rand #Sattura Rand #Smuggler #Jedi Knight #Swtor #Swtor Fanfiction #My ocs #my fic

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Courscant SnapShots

Title: Courscant Snap Shots

Fandom: SWTOR/Star Wars The Old Republic

Featuring: Seth Rand and Corso Riggs

Synopsis: Just a couple of moments during the Smuggler storyline on Coruscant.

Word Count: 938 words

Author Notes: Seth has a VERY good reason for wanting to catch Skavak…and he’s not too worried what happens to the bastard either.

(Coruscant 1)

“So, we’re gonna catch Skavak, Captain,” Corso said, a hint of concern in his voice. “I know that, but…what are you going to do when we do catch him?”

Seth turned his head from his drink, the sideways smirk that Corso had come to find as ever-present on the Mirialan’s face disappeared and a dark expression came over his eyes, darkening the violet irises. “I’m going to kill him, Corso.” There was no joke, no amusement, not even sarcasm evident in the man’s voice. Corso blinked and for a brief moment, it was like he was looking at someone else.

“Oh,” Was all Corso could say. It wasn’t the answer that had him speechless, it was the change in the Captain’s tone and demeanor.

“Does that bother you, farm-boy?” Seth asked, his expression smoothed but the dark look remained in his eyes.

(The rest is under the cut for length!)

“Well, no, not really,” Corso answered, “I mean I did figure you would, he stole your ship and Skavak deserves it, no doubt in my mind, Captain.”

“I’m not killing him over my ship,” Seth said, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Well, not just my ship.”

Corso frowned, “The cargo? Leaving us stranded on Ord Mantell and getting you slapped with a bounty by Rogun the Butcher?”

“No,” Seth said, downing the rest of his whiskey and standing up from his seat at the table. “My daughter is on that ship…”

Corso froze, staring at the white-haired Mirialan as the Captain made his way to the bar and paid for their dinner. The Captain had a daughter? That threw the Mantellian for a loop. That was completely unexpected, then again, it wasn’t his business either. But this bit of information made some things about the Captain make a lot more sense, such as the Captain’s treatment of the kids they’d come across during their chase of Skavak here on Coruscant. The Captain changed tracks and their priorities on the credit chit for the children they’d encountered in the Hydrosupply…and the young girl in Justicar Territory.

Corso had noticed the almost fatherly-like tone in Seth’s voice and later the way he’d put himself in harm's way automatically to protect the girl’s brother… Yeah, many things made more sense. Skavak was more than just a dead man.

“Let’s go, Corso,” Seth called, pulling the Mantellian from his thoughts. The sideways smirk was back as the Captain waved him to follow.

(Coruscant 2)

The ship was just beyond the hangar door and Fabizan was a blubbering mess on the floor. Seth kept his blaster, Mischief, pointed at the Bith as he glared the ship salesman down. “You open this hanger door or I’ll space you here and now.” Nothing was going to stop him from getting into that hangar…but it would be easier if the Bith would open it. The Bith muttered something incoherent and Seth lowered his head as he pressed the barrel of his blaster against Fabizan’s head.

“Last chance,” Seth growled in a low tone, from deep in his throat.

To the Bith’s credit, he nodded and fumbled in his tunic pockets for something. “Yes, yes…” he muttered as he sent a remote signal to the door. The Hangar opened with the slightest of groans, revealing his ship, Lucky Strike, sitting there.

“Good,” Seth said, keeping his blaster where it was. “Any surprises I should be aware of?”

Fabizan shook his head, stuttering out his answer, “N-no, Promise.”

“Good,” Seth nodded, “One more thing, if I see you again, with Skavak… I’m not going to be talking when I take off your head.”

If the Bith’s eyes could get any wider, they’d swallow his head. He nodded vehemently.

Seth stepped back, holstering his blaster. “Get out of here….” He said and without a second look, he took off into the hangar bay, running towards his ship. He’d check the ship over later, there was one thing he needed to see, needed to make sure was safe above all others. He had the hatch open in a matter of seconds and stepped through, his blaster in hand. There was no telling if Skavak had any other idiotic goons on the ship… He carefully made his way through the main corridor towards the second cargo bay. He hoped against hope that K’Teena had hidden herself in the secret compartment he’d installed just for her. It had been days, weeks since Skavak had stolen the ship…

Entering the cargo bay, he approached the back. He could sense another person, unfamiliar on the ship and he’d deal with them soon. But first… At the back bulkhead, he paused, crouching down, he knocked on a panel in a specific rhythm. There was a moment of silence that seemed to last forever, his heart pounded in his chest. He could sense her presence nearby, like the morning dew as the sun first rose in the morning.

He rapped his knuckles on the panel one more time. Come on, sweetheart, he thought.

Then the panel opened and a small blue Twi’lek head popped out.

“Papa!” K’Teena cried out, launching herself out of the secret compartment and straight at Seth. He caught her with ease, nearly crushing her to him as he wrapped his arms around her. Relief flooded through him. She was safe.

“Papa, I’m so glad you’re back,” she said into his shoulder, a trembling in her voice. He could sense her relief at his return and that alone was enough to have emotion clog his throat for a moment. He held her, refusing to let her go just yet. K’Teena clung to him and he felt the small fear beneath her relief that if she let go, he would disappear again.

“I’m here, Angel Face,” he whispered past the lump in his throat, holding her tightly as he dropped a paternal kiss onto the top of her head. “You’re safe.”

#The Rand Legacy #Coruscant Snapshots #Seth Rand #Apophis Seth Rand #Smuggler #Jedi Turned Smuggler #K'Teena #Nothing was going to stop him from getting back to that ship #Quick on the Draw #My ocs #my fic #Swtor Fanfiction

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