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crqstalite · 4 years

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archives, deceived. [vza’haria.]

To introduce in the extended universe of the famed Havoc Squad, I introduce Vza’haria (Vza, pronounced Viza) Atiya. Her brothers will be introduced in time, but for now, here we are. I also wanted to explore the idea of the original Havoc Squad more than in-game, especially since they aren’t touched again after Chapter 1 in-game. I, obviously had a soft spot for Vanto (Fuse), because I’m a sucker for double agents. So they were romantically involved on the down low.

Also technically takes place before the events of Shadow of the Sith. The Mayhem Squad (all Havoc Squad OCs beyond Hakio) will return?

Published: 12.15.19 Words: 2,317.

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Atiyas are big. They're strong. They're the conquerors, the winners that always come out on top. Being the recognized, prized, medal-worthy sniper of the esteemed Havoc Squad was what Vza'haria was known for. That was her, this was her. She wore the colors proudly, never letting her own morals get in the way of getting the job done. Alongside a Jedi Master as her brother and a Tythonian Defender as the other completing their family, she had her work cut out for her as the only triplet fighting the Empire without the Force.

This was her legacy. Saving people, and doing a damn good job while she was at it.

But this...this would haunt her for all her days to come.

They're surrounded by Imperials, Havoc has officially defected. We've been abandoned by the Republic, the Imperials will make this better, she remembers Vanto saying in the dim light of the crew quarters after everyone else has gone to bed, Maybe it won't be the best, but it's better than now.

Seeing the troopers on the opposite side of the war milling about nearby as she recalibrates her weapon, she's wondering if this is the right decision. If Garza thought this was the best idea for them. Had she known? Does she know?

Deep down, she knows the answer is no. She knows this isn't what she would've wanted. This isn't what is right. Vza'haria is about to start quaking in her boots as the bomb is lowered onto the supply ship. Her head is spinning, all she can think about is Ando Prime. Being left behind and surrounded by soldiers who flew the Emperor's flag. They had been abandoned, she later learned after they returned to the Core Worlds, battered and bruised. She'd nearly been past repair herself, had Needles not injected her with a sedative that left her feeling just about nothing and being unable to even move on the ride back to Coruscant. Vanto had to carry her back on planet, the pain was beginning to ebb back into her consciousness and she passed out shortly after she saw the Republic insignia over the military hospital.

They'd been reinstated into the military, but they weren't without their reservations, her especially. For months she couldn't walk on her own, much less even shoot in the shooting range. It was ages before her hands stopped shaking, or phantom pains shot up her spine. Ando Prime had been the straw that broke her.

Ord Mantell had simply been the first place they could defect properly from. They'd awarded her, trying to cover it up before it came out in the media. Harron had never been rightfully angered, Bex, Zora and Ryler weren't far behind. She and Vanto had been on the fence about carrying out the mission. They knew first hand how dangerous it could be to those inhabiting Avilatan.

At the beginning, Vza'haria had gone along with it. She'd nearly died, and all she got was a measly medal and promotion. Vza'haria had, yes, signed up for this, but not abandonment. Not to be forgotten for an unsanctioned mission. She believed in the cause until she really met the Sergeant, a feisty cyborg woman from Coruscant with a cause. Vza'haria hadn't met anyone who'd so willingly stood up to Lieutenant Jorgan (and lived to tell the tale), and her morals were in line. She really believed in what they were doing on Ord Mantell, and never bat an eye at their requests. Hakiojkl (as she later learned while sifting through files to cover up any suspicious missions that could get them caught) fought for the Republic through and through, nearly dying in a mission on Corellia for the cause. She'd suffered so many injuries she had been labelled as honorably discharged for a while before she simply picked herself back up and was redeployed to Ord Mantell.

It made her feel horrible to lie to her. It made her sit up at night instead of sleep just because of how absolutely guilty she felt. Vza'haria made a pledge to serve the Republic, fought alongside her brothers to make the Republic a better place.

And here she was, awaiting the finalities of exchange. Ready to change her entire identity for another faction. Was she really ready to give up years and years of training for one squad? This wasn't who the Atiyas were. But she needed to survive, and the Imperials might've been able to help. Vanto puts a hand on her shoulder, a strained smile. An attempt to cheer her up and that ultimately failed.

She doesn't even have to shout. Her presence is loud enough on it's own. The Sergeant has arrived, stalking her way through the stronghold. Still bleeding scars adorn her face and her uniform is torn in unarmored places, "Sergeant. I thought my orders were very clear. You're not supposed to be here."

Wraith, Zora, moves to point her rifle into the back of the Sergeant, who throws a glance over her shoulder but otherwise doesn't move her steeled gaze from their CO, "I'll take her."

"No, Wraith. The Sergeant deserves to know the truth." Vza'haria can't bear to meet the other woman's eyes. She's shivering, though it's baking in the volcano turned Seperatist base. They'd never been friendly, but she still feels horrible. At least Harron has chosen not to murder her outright. At least that part of him hasn't changed, "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. I harbor no ill will towards you. You're everything a warrior should be. But I'm afraid the Republic no longer values her warriors-even the very best among them."

"That's insane! Havoc fought the Empire for years, and now you're just going to give it all up?" A fire burns beneath her dark eyes, standing as tall and as rigidly as she can. Pain is showing throw the cracks though, and Vza'haria is painfully reminded just how deep they are in the stronghold. It was not an easy climb, she knew that much, "You were the shining example in the Republic, and now you've turned your back on it."

"The Empire respects warriors, Sergeant. The Republic's top officials, on the other hand, have decided to cast us aside." He says. In some ways, he's right. Even she has to admit just how painful it is to be treated as canon fodder, "The truth is that no matter what they may say, the Republic senate doesn't actually believe it can win another war against the Empire. That makes you and I a threat. Every Havoc Squad victory fires up people's imaginations, fills them with pride-which means the bureaucrats can't afford to let us keep succeeding."

As slowly as she can, her hand nears the blaster attached to her hip. It seems natural, as she had her arms crossed previously, "We can win. The Republic has done it over an over again. You say the bureaucrats can't let you keep winning, but elite groups like us are what keeps the Republic's heart beating. You're really willing to see your faction go under as soon as you leave Republic airspace?"

Harron sighs, "If only you'd been with us longer, Sergeant, you would understand. You might've even come with us."

It's now or never.

"The Republic abandoned us. During a mission on Ando Prime, they simply left us to die. But I won't try to persuade you. Honestly, I hope you die with your ideals intact. The rest of us will never have that luxury."

It's now.

"It didn't have to be like this." She whispers, her blaster trained on a spot right in-between his lungs, "I admired you, Harron. I really did."

There's a click of a rifle, Zora has the barrel of her's trained on her back in the nearly exact same spot. The Sergeant is surprised, eyes wide as she tenses, "If only you'd been able to hold on a little longer."

"I'm surprised, Shadow." Harron doesn't move, but there's a sad chuckle to his voice. She can see Vanto's own disappointed face out of the corner of her eye, but she steels herself for whatever he might say to try and convince her, "I knew you had your reservations, but I thought you were with us until the end."

"Do you know what the Empire will do with that bomb? The Republic hurt me, but I won't give a bomb to them knowing they would kill innocents. That's on your conscience, that's on every single one of your consciences," She says. She's giving up the squad she's always been part of, but killing civillians is where she draws the line. The Sergeant, Hyperion, has pulled her own rifle out and the Imperials are swarming her, "I though you were better than the monster I saw you become."

"You were with us for just as long." In a flash, Harron has her disarmed, holdout blaster skidding away on the durasteel and she falls on her chest, hard. The wind is knocked out of her as she looks up, coughing, "You saw what the Republic was capable of, and yet you still fight for them. If this isn't what you want, then leave."

She struggles to get up, before Wraith shoves the butt of her rifle down her spine and she cries out in pain. It's long enough that everyone has boarded the shuttle, and she can't get up fast enough to follow after.

"Time we were off. Colonel Vorr? Please give the Sergeant and Shadow the warrior's death they deserve." And in a flash, her squad is gone, transport shuttle flying away before her eyes. All the memories, the long nights, the battles, the fights. They're gone. They've abandoned her as much as the Republic has.

Blaster shots. Hyperion has taken up cover behind a stack of crates, and faster than even she can she's sniping heads and taking out soldiers. She's snapped back into reality herself, pulling her rifle out herself and shooting through blurry eyes. Vza'haria had never been emotional, in fact most labeled her as cold. Most recruits were scared of her. But this struck a chord, hard. She was alone in the galaxy, again. Someone else had turned their back on her.

There isn't a word exchanged between her and the Sergeant on the way back to Fort Garnik. She can't bring herself to speak, and she figures that Hyperion doesn't exactly have a lot of good things to say to her either. Vza'haria is going to be labelled as a traitor to the Republic, even if she hadn't left with the rest of Havoc. She still carried out the missions leading up to the capture of the ZR-57.

The General is at Command when they return. At first, the betrayal isn't outright discussed. For a fleeting moment she thinks it's been forgotten. Jorgan has been demoted to a Sergeant, but Hyperion has been promoted to Lieutenant. It's nearly laughable, had the previous events not just occurred. The man wasn't happy, though there's a sense of pride in the new CO of Havoc Squad. For another moment, she's just a tad jealous. It should've been hers. She'd served in Havoc longer than either combined.

It's a glorified chewing out once both of them leave. Vza'haria Atiya is dishonorably discharged from the Republic military. That's fair, she's to be transported to Coruscant and tried by the Senate on the other members of Havoc. But, she'll be held in prison until then. Vza'haria refuses to call her family because of the shame that comes along with it. She doesn't want to see the disappointed faces of her brothers, of her fathers. She doesn't even know how long it will be until she sees any of them in person again.

She's frustrated. Not just with Harron, but with the Republic. She can see their perspective, and can even agree with it. Maybe she should've gone with them in the end, become an Imperial soldier instead. No one said she couldn't be a beacon of hope for the other side.

But in the end, the guilt would eat away at her. At least now, she's still part of the Republic.

"Vza'haria Atiya, you are hereby reinstated as a Sergeant of the Republic to Infantry Squad 326, code name Havoc Squad."

She never thought she'd hear the day. When she'd be regarded again as a soldier instead of a traitor by Command. She swells with pride, though she salutes instead. Hyperion, Jorgan, Dorne and Forex are with her as the holoprojector shuts off. To be able to fly the Republic's flag again is a blessing in itself. She's a sniper again, legally this time.

The mission to get here still hurts. To see Vanto one last time before he's carted off to prison, right where she'd just been. It took a piece of her, and out of sight of the others she finally gets the kiss she was promised. Just...in the worst way possible. With the worst timing.

Once they retired, they were supposed to be together for the rest of their lives. It was supposed to be her and Vanto against the rest of the galaxy. Once the war was over, they would never see the Empire again. Vza'haria Bazren was supposed to be the beacon of hope in the galaxy.

But now, she was never seeing him again. Not without a holoscreen between them.

"I love you, Vanto."

"I love you too, Vza."

"Well, I think this counts for a congratulations. One for the promotion, and the other for finally getting off that dustball." Hyperion says, a smile on her face, "Dorne, there's nothing against that is there?"

"Not that I know of." She responds, though there's something that tells Vza'haria that there probably is and she's trying not to bring down the mood, "I'll prep the ship for take off."

She's Havoc Squad again.

But at what cost?

#swtor #star wars the old republic #swtor oc #oc #original character #swtor fanfiction #havoc squad #vza'haria atiya #female trooper #female trooper/vanto bazren #female trooper/fuse

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lady-ginnie · 7 years

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Uh...Mara...?

You...you kinda forgot your gun, sweetie. You’re not, you’re not holding a gun...

#swtor #Star Wars The Old Republic #republic trooper #female trooper #tatooine #this made me chuckle so hard #there were also two Fuse's in this cutscene as well #they were standing inside each other #made the serious moment a lot less serious honestly

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kevrocksicehouse · 3 years

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Manic Feminist Dream Girl Geena Davis is 65 today. A few of her movies:

Veronica Quaife in The Fly. D: David Cronenberg (1986). Davis got her start with a small role in 1982’s Tootsie and a large one in the lost classic TV show Buffalo Bill where she developed a comic style that suggested a fast mind running two steps ahead of itself, a more focused version of what used to be called “scatterbrained.” As a science reporter who becomes the lover and assistant of a brilliant physicist (and is key to his perfecting the teleportation booths he’s working on) she actually focuses HIS thinking and their byplay is a great example of two very intelligent people figuring a problem out. And if he had listened to her, he might not have genetically fused his DNA with a housefly’s. Also, it was refreshing that when she finds out she is pregnant by him she makes absolutely no bones about wanting an abortion. At the time, one of the smartest female performances in horror – the look on her face in her final facedown with the monster is heart-wrenching.

Muriel Pritchett in The Accidental Tourist. D: Lawrence Kasdan (1988). As a dog trainer who comes to the emotional rescue of a travel writer (William Hurt) whose mourning of his murdered son has turned his natural reticence into near-catatonia, Davis invests her role with a centeredness and a spine that dissolves any “manic pixie dream girl” clichés. Even as she insinuates herself into his life (“Talk about anything. Pick up the phone and just talk”), she demands more than fecklessness from him. And as a struggling single mother she was fully grounded in the world she wanted to bring Hurt back into. That pragmatic flirtatiousness won her a Best Supporting Actress Oscar.

Thelma Yvonne Dickinson in Thelma & Louise. D: Ridley Scott. (1991). As a housewife on the run after her best friend (Susan Sarandon) kills her would-be rapist, Davis illustrated a mind, almost infantilized by an oppressive marriage, waking up even as her life falls apart. (“Wide awake. I don’t remember ever feeling this wide awake. Everything looks different. You feel like that too, like you got something to look forward to?”). Whether comically slavering over (a then unknown) Brad Pitt or locking a state trooper in his own trunk (“Now, I swear three days ago neither of us would’ve ever pulled a stunt like this, but if you was ever to meet may husband, you’d understand why.”) she was having the time of her life. Which made her last lines in the film – “Let’s keep goin’” – both poignant and heroic.

#geena davis #the fly #accidental tourist #thelma and louise #kevrock

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concussed-to-pieces · 4 years

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Stay Safe Playlist

YouTube Playlist for Stay Safe Found Here

(Alternatively, if the link doesn't work: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLtGKUohVH5zUp6uaQkDTx7T8VNCVjrccq )

I present the soundtrack/score/playlist for Stay Safe! While I was writing, I had the idea to ‘score’ it like it was a visual media byproduct. Music is incredibly helpful for me when I need to visualize different things or instill certain emotions.

Beneath the cut you will find a full breakdown of the individual songs chapter by chapter, as well as the YouTube links to each of them! There will be spoilers for all chapters of Stay Safe, of course.

Enjoy!

Part One: Should Have Known Better

Intro--Carpenter Brut

So here we have our introductory piece! Something to channel a little danger, a little suspicion, that sense of unease from waking up bleary-eyed in a new place. Throughout it weaves the old school sci-fi motif to set our scene, with heavy synth use and electronic instruments.

Launch--Daniel L.K. Caldwell

We lean heavily on the electronic once more, evoking a sense of weightlessness as we head through hyperspace to the dulcet tones of deep synth, querying brass and lonely, wordless vocalizations. Our protagonist finds themselves managing the care of a strange child in a new environment. They are weary and sore but their charge is an easy burden to bear, all things considered. When they eventually bed down for some well-deserved rest, they find they can sleep peacefully.

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Part Two: Tranquil Turmoil

Star-Stealing Girl--Chrono Cross Original Soundtrack

This piece is inquisitive and lilting, and fits well with Sorgan. Through it you can hear soft, high vocalizations like a child's singing. The village radiates safety and comfort, invoking an aching sense of nostalgia for things that our protagonist may have once had.

The Countess Cathleen/The Women of Sidhe--Riverdance

Near and dear to the heart, this piece is twofold. We carry on the gentle, idyllic motif of the previous piece with some crooning pipes, but of course our group is in this village for a very specific reason. The second half of this track morphs into something determined, made of sterner stuff than its gauzy counterparts. This perfectly accompanies the implied training montage of the villagers and our protagonist under the watchful tutelage of a shock trooper and a Mandalorian.

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Part Three: Vibroblade Mettle

Facing Fears--Ivan Torrent

At last, we come to our big fight! We start out soft, our protagonist calming the children in the hut before they themselves are attacked. There's the uptick in tempo, the shift of music where they grit their teeth down harmonized by beautiful vocalizations. The whole piece has a certain panicky cadence until around the halfway mark, where it briefly flattens out before building back up to a triumphant crescendo. Our protagonist will let nothing and no one past them.

Good Night--Undertale Soundtrack

Thoroughly exhausted and incapacitated by the fighting, our protagonist drops where they stand. They are safe, and they sleep like a rock in the comfort of that knowledge. This piece is short and soothing, perfect to loop over and over again to lull you into slumber.

The Rage Of The Shadow Warriors--Star Wars: Republic Commando Soundtrack

The children are taught a very important song and dance by the Mandalorian, which they then perform in front of their parents.

...x…

Part Four: Reaching Out

Cosmos--Hazy

This piece is contemplative, soft piano with ethereal, twinkling electronic notes. There is an airy quality to it that lends itself to reflection. We find our protagonist sitting sulky and disgruntled on Tattooine. At first, their resentment is sharp and crisp, but as one day turns into two, they begin to worry and their resentment thaws gently.

Sixty Seconds To What?--Ennio Morricone

Our gunslinging attack! We prelude with light chimes, instilling a false sense of security as Calican dandles the child on his knee. Then, the guitar picks up when our protagonist discovers the truth behind Toro's motives. Organ and horn blast to highlight Calican's villainous gloating and sneering at the Mandalorian, contrasting sharply with the light chimes once again to close the piece out as Calican falls.

America Online--The Midnight

The song that gave this chapter its title! This track invokes a sense of longing, with its worn-out cassette sound and quiet electronic pipe trills. Through it all weaves the tentative, heavily-filtered vocals with the query that our protagonist will soon find on the tip of their tongue.

...x…

Part Five: Dark Past

Lighting The Fuse--The Magnificent Seven Soundtrack

Our protagonist finds themselves in a tense spot, surrounded by unfamiliar ne'er-do-wells. There is unease in the air; we are at the slow build to an inevitable explosion. Grudging alliances are forged, undoubtedly for the sole purpose of gleefully breaking them.

Animal In Me--Solence

Our protagonist is separated from the Mandalorian once again and there is no way to truly know what transpired in the prison beneath their feet. However, his mental and physical state when he returns suggests that something unsavory has occurred. Our protagonist, for all of their good intentions, knows precious little about the armored man's grisly past.

Dream A Little Dream Of Me (Instrumental)--Yiruma

The Mandalorian, delirious, asks our protagonist to sing him the lullaby they sing for the child. They oblige, assisting him in obtaining peaceful rest.

...x…

Part Six: Go Alone

Bat Out Of Hell--Meat Loaf

Something lighthearted and fun! Meat Loaf songs are always a joy to belt out when you think no one else is listening, and this one is no exception. Our protagonist is unwittingly observed by the armored man, another nail driven in the coffin of eventual reveal.

The Savage Divide--Fallout 76 Soundtrack

We come to our protagonist moping around. They mourn being left behind once more, but they understand the reasoning behind it. This piece is wistful, with keening strings that lead nowhere but are lovely in their looping futility.

...x…

Part Seven: Like A Ghost

Is This Love--Whitesnake

The song that started it all! If this was a movie in the eighties, you can bet this would be the song playing during our important scene. The scene where the stoic Mandalorian finally bears his heart to our protagonist. It's a song that seems like it should be delighted, but it sounds more like heartache. Love is no simple thing, as we will soon find out.

Stay--Smash Into Pieces

The song that gave this chapter its name! Pleading agony given vocals. The Mandalorian doesn't know what to say and that appears to be his downfall as our protagonist leaves him to ruminate on his behavior.

Adieu--The Seatbelts

Our protagonist scolds themselves roundly for their doe-eyed optimism with this gentle jazz piece in the background. Whisper-soft vocals chiding over idyllic ideas of love, not so much sad as disappointed. The piece is steeped in callous awareness, though shrouded in piano and delicate guitar.

...x…

Part Eight: Savior At High Noon

Let It Never Be--Terrane

Our protagonist departs the Razor Crest alone and begins their walk back to the town. Soft, hazy vocals paint a picture of defeated, mechanical steps, emotions pushed to the side in favor of putting distance between our protagonist and the subject of their affections.

I'll Never See Him Again--Pocahontas Soundtrack

A throwback! Our protagonist finally makes it to the town and is ultimately struck by the crushing realization that they will no doubt never see the Mandalorian again. In a fit of exhausted grief and perhaps a touch of self pity, they cry themselves out. This piece never fails to elicit an emotional response, with the tender, pained violin playing that familiar theme.

Holdout--Two Steps From Hell

Our high noon showdown! We start strong, drums hammering like thunder as our protagonist all but throws themselves into the fray. The rattle of cymbals mimics the cacophony of beskar, loaning the scene a sense of despairing grandeur.

You Saved Me--Piotr Wojtowicz

Our protagonist, unmoved by intelligence or self-preservation, storms the proverbial beaches to aid the mortally wounded Mandalorian. Visual media would make this miles more glamorous, with gratuitous slow motion and competent lighting. We start out soft, but there's nothing quite like the breath-taking hitch of gentle piano that swells to female vocalization and fierce drum beats!

...x…

Part Nine: Swan Song

Mandalorian Funeral Chant--Star Wars: Republic Commando Soundtrack

The Mandalorian sings IG-11 off, paying tribute to the reformed droid in the only way that he knows how.

Sacrifice--Transformers: The Last Knight Soundtrack

It's time for agony! We have a somber piece, strings circling round and round to a build as our protagonist slowly loses consciousness. There is an urgency and fear here, as well as weary resignation. Our protagonist is so, so tired.

Melancholy--Alex Kosenko

The long walk home. The two weeks in the bacta tank. The uncertainty of our protagonist's fate, and how heavily it weighs on the Mandalorian who now finds himself alone again. This piece is lonely, it's sadness and longing all in one. A contemplative doldrum.

...x…

Interlude: How He Sees The World

Star Wars: The Mandalorian Suite--Samuel Kim

This composer is exceptionally talented! They've taken the score for this series and woven in motifs from the original scores, giving the whole piece a beautifully layered depth. A suite track for the retread installment, where we view the entire tale through the visor of the Mandalorian.

...x…

Part Ten: Shereshoy

One Summer's Day--Joe Hisaishi

Our protagonist wakes in the Nevarro medbay, disoriented from their time in the bacta. The piano shines here, with searching orchestrations occasionally gaining center stage. There is a feeling of loss, of nostalgia and most importantly, a sense that things need to be put to rights.

So Small--Thomas Bergersen

The reunion! This track starts off quiet, gentle. Apprehensive and yet, cautiously hopeful. Our protagonist has found their way back to the Mandalorian and, as the music swells in that oh-so-familiar old romantic motif, all is forgiven. The strings build in tandem with the brass and choir, triumphantly declaring everything that is affection and reconciliation before tapering off. However, if we wanted to go for something a bit more eighties...

The Outfield (The Midnight Remix)--The Night Game

The alternate/bonus track for their reunion! This remix has boosted synth and extra canned drums, lending itself better to the sci-fi vibes. Another crooning, eighties-style power ballad to have everything fade to black right before we get that salacious X rating, and the proverbial credits begin to roll.

Dream A Little Dream Of Me--Jacklyn Lovey

Finally, a vocal rendition of Dream A Little Dream Of Me. A modern cover with a gentler tone overall, and the perfect way to round this score out.

The curtain closes on our tale, and I would like to thank you all for reading, listening and enjoying! Stay safe, my friends!

#playlist #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #stay safe playlist #because I love music #so so much #enjoy!

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miss-spooky-eyes · 4 years

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disarm me with a smile (or: Time to give Aric Jorgan an Aric Jorgasm)

So it’s been quite a while since I wrote anything and I had what you might call a very specific scenario in mind involving Aric Jorgan I wanted to write, but no suitable Trooper.

Then @sunsetofdoom very generously allowed me to borrow her Jerin, who turned out to be just what I needed and is, believe me, exactly what you need too (although you might not know it from this).

It also turned out to be Sunset’s birthday, so I really, really wanted to do a good job with her girl in order to pay tribute to Sunset, who in addition to being ridiculously talented is also unfailingly generous and magnificently filthy, a rare combination in these degenerate days, I don’t make the rules.

Happy belated birthday Sunset! and check out her Jerin content and, fuck, all her content if you haven’t already, and if you haven’t, are you even alive? no.

disarm me with a smile (Aric Jorgan/female Republic Trooper)

Jorgan just wants to get his paperwork finished, but as always when his CO has something else on her mind, there’s nothing for him to do but go down fighting

(No reports were completed during the making of this story.)

WARNINGS: filth; handjobs; ears; much fondling of ears; really an impossible amount of ear action; half-baked alien biology; femdom; risk of discovery

' - revealed an accuracy rating of 89.7%, a 0.6 improvement on last artillery exercise conducted on Tatooine (see report HV/AE/74-J). Subsequent to target elimination, squad was deployed in standard search formation covering a radius of -'

'You still at that?'

Jorgan slumped back in his chair as the words he'd painstakingly lined up in his head to complete the sentence broke ranks and dived for cover. One thing he hadn't missed about being an officer was the paperwork. 'Last one.'

He heard the slapping of her flimsy plastic sandals against the soles of her feet as she approached him, not that he needed that to tell him she'd just returned from the refresher; the smell of the ship's regulation-issue cleaning products and the herb-scented skin lotion she'd got on Alderaan had filled the air before she even stepped through the doorway. As she drew closer, he smelled clean skin, wet hair. 'Long shower,' he noted.

'CO's privilege.' She stopped behind him, and he felt the slightest vibration through the metal as she rested her fingertips on the chair back. 'Long report.'

'XO's privilege,' Aric returned dryly. He deliberately didn't turn to look at her; he knew what she usually wore when she got out of the shower - sweatpants and a sleeveless undershirt - and nothing about the sight of all that glistening green skin was going to help him finish these reports. 'You need the room?'

'Nah, you're good.' The CO's quarters came complete with a tiny antechamber designed to be used as an office, complete with chair, desk and wall-mounted terminal, all of which was generally wasted on Jerin, who preferred to write what passed for her reports on a datapad while lying on her back on the couch in the common area, long legs extended up the wall. Jorgan, on the other hand, found a stack of paperwork a nearly impossible proposition without a desk and a terminal equipped with a proper keypad, so he used the captain's office by permission; a working arrangement. One of many. 'You finish up.'

Despite her words, she didn't move away from the chair; her proximity was as difficult to ignore as the cloud of her fresh-from-the-refresher scent that still surrounded them both. Jorgan leaned forward, clearing his throat, and checked his notes.

'- 3 klicks from initial contact. Grid blocks 1-3 were covered in an average of 14 minutes, 36 seconds per block, dropping to 11 minutes 17 as terrain -'

'Kriff, you're thorough.' Jerin sounded amused, and the chair shifted slightly, as if she was now leaning on the back to look over his shoulder. 'Sure you don't want to include the ambient temperature? The phases of the moon?'

Interrupted, Aric lifted his fingers from the keyboard and glared at the terminal screen, in which he could faintly see Jerin's reflection. 'Problem with my reports, sir?'

'No, no problem.' The tone of her voice clearly hinted at an imminent 'but' and Aric waited, but after several seconds went by and she didn't speak, he figured she must have thought better of it and reached for the keyboard again -

'I'm just saying it was a routine training exercise, not the first three Xanitian Wars.'

Aric flexed his fingers, which hadn't quite touched the keys. 'So I should follow your example? What did your report to Garza after Tatooine say? "They died, we didn't. Best wishes, Captain Porter"?'

He saw a flicker of movement reflected in the terminal screen as she laughed. 'Garza said it was my best report ever.'

Mainly because Dorne wrote the one that actually got sent, and every one after that. Aric sighed. 'You going to stand there all night?'

He felt the chair shift slightly as she shrugged. 'Depends.'

'On?'

'On how long it takes you to finish your magnum opus.'

'Why? There something you want me to do afterwards?' Sufficiently distracted to turn away from the screen and twist to look back at her, Aric realised a split second later he'd done exactly what she was hoping he would, because she was smirking down at him in a very particular way, and the picture she made - bare arms braced on the back of the chair in a way that not so subtly highlighted her muscles, freshly-lotioned green skin gleaming like satin, wet hair slicked back and shining - was -

... was ...

.... was not conducive to finishing a report on Havoc Squad training exercises.

She shrugged, and he didn't need Cathar vision to notice the way her chest moved underneath that thin undershirt when she did. 'Play your cards right, Lieutenant,' she said, and the tone of her voice told Aric clearly that this battle was already lost, and the only thing left was to fight a valiant rearguard action and hope to go down with honour.

He had to swallow twice before he could say, 'Door's open.'

She didn't even glance back. 'Nobody's out there.'

There might be nobody in the common area now - for once - but anybody could wander in at any moment, could hear a noise from the captain's office, could walk curiously to the open door and see ... 'We shouldn't,' he mumbled, lowering his gaze, realizing as he said it that he sounded like some cornered ingenue in a holodrama.

'Shouldn't what?' She leaned down, resting her elbows on the back of her chair, her face just inches from his, and raised her eyebrows. 'There something you're planning to do to me, Lieutenant?'

That did it; he felt the heat, the tingle ... He turned back hastily to face the terminal, trying to hide it, although he knew it was a futile gesture.

It was; he heard her crow with delighted laughter, and saw the movement reflected in the terminal screen as she raised a hand to muffle it. 'Why, Lieutenant,' she said, lowering her hand to her chest in fake shock. 'Did I do that? Is that for me?'

He tried not to squirm in the narrow chair, tried to resist the impulse to hunch over and attempt to hide it. 'You know it is,' he growled.

'Oh, don't be shy.' He felt her fingertips graze the back of his neck, drifting upwards ... 'You know I love to see them wiggle.'

The tingling intensified, and Aric jerked irritably at her touch. Damn the woman! He'd served with COs, with entire squads who never found out what Cathar ears did when their owners got embarrassed. But two days on the same ship with this Coruscant back-slum loud-mouth and she'd spotted it ... and never forgotten about it.

It was ridiculous. He'd long ago gotten used to the idea that non-furred humanoids like humans and Mirialans had a tendency to find the physiology of furred species like his own ... intriguing; that they had a regrettable habit of finding perfectly normal behaviours and responses cute, even of comparing them to those exhibited by their domesticated animals. On the whole, he thought Cathar came off better than Bothans and Wookies, and anybody who had ever made jokes in his presence about scratching posts and hairballs had quickly seen, or rather been shown, the error of their ways.

But if Jerin was better at something than noticing things you'd rather she didn't, it was making you like her so much you didn't mind. She disarmed people as easily as she did bombs.

Even Garza. Even Fuse. Even Dorne.

Her fingertips were still just touching the back of his neck, just below the base of his skull, just resting there as if she'd forgotten about them.

Even him.

He could still feel her delighted gaze on his twitching ears. He sat up straight, resisting the urge to tilt his head and brush each ear against his shoulder to stop the tingling. Personally he didn't see what the big deal was; at least ears that wriggled slightly as a social signifier were subtle, not like furless faces that bloomed with blood. He cleared his throat in what he hoped was a dignified fashion. 'I'd better finish this report.'

'Mmmm, yeah, you'd better.' She was still leaning on her elbows on the back of the chair, a casual pose; anyone who looked in through the doorway would think that she was just reading the terminal screen over his shoulder, perhaps offering him some constructive advice on his report, like a good CO.

Anyone who looked in through the doorway wouldn't see the fingers still positioned at the back of his neck, the tips just grazing the fur as he breathed.

'Wouldn't want to waste the whole night on it, after all,' she added.

Concentrate. Aric squared his shoulders, extended his arms, positioned his own fingers above the keyboard.

'- terrain became smoother -'

'Smoother' was a dangerous word right now; he highlighted and deleted.

'- more easily navigable by patrols on foot.'

Garza, or whoever would be reading this, knew that they would have been on foot.

He was almost sure that Jerin's fingertips were higher up his neck than they had been before.

He highlighted and deleted.

'- as terrain became less rocky. After approximately forty-nine minutes, squad Besh -'

'You sure it was forty-nine? Not forty-eight? Not fifty-one?' Jerin punctuated each number with a touch, her index and middle fingers walking slowly across his neck towards his right ear. 'Did we synchronise chronometers?'

'We did.' He cleared his throat again, trying unsuccessfully to smooth the roughness from it as her fingers continued their deliberate progress. 'I covered that already.'

'You did? Where?' She straightened up, leaning further over the back of the chair to see the monitor screen better, and the curve of her breast not-so-accidentally grazed his cheek, and he knew that she could feel his pulse jump through his fur where her fingertips had come to rest just below his ear.

'Right there,' he said, working to keep his tone even. He pointed at the relevant words on the screen.

'My mistake.' She leaned back, with another oh-so-accidental brush of her breast against his neck. 'Carry on, soldier.'

Right. Reports. Training exercises. Aric blinked and refocused on the screen, trying to remember what he'd been going to write.

'- squad Besh reported signs of enemy passage, bearing 213.75 degrees.'

Her fingers were still resting just below his ear, behind the angle of his jaw, drifting in the tiniest of circles over the tips of his fur as they both breathed.

'Squad Aurek, designated C&C for this exercise, analysed topographical data and recomended -'

'You missed an "m" there,' Jerin pointed out, bringing her hand up to point at the screen.

The backs of her fingers just brushed the rim of his ear as she did so, and he jolted in his chair, twisting involuntarily to look back and up at her.

She met his glare with eyes of melting innocence. 'Something wrong?'

For a second, he let himself picture himself reaching up, grabbing a handful of her undershirt and twisting to pull her down to his level, a kiss so hard they'd both break away gasping for breath; the darkening skin on her face and neck as the blood started to pound, her lips swollen, eyes bright ...

He'd be damned if he let her win that easily. 'No, sir.' He turned back to face the terminal.

'Better carry on with your report then, Lieutenant.' Her hands brushed lightly along both of his shoulders, idly picking off a piece of lint here, deftly adjusting his collar there. 'We don't have all night.'

He squared his jaw and reached for the keyboard again.

Her hands rested softly one on each shoulder, and he could feel the heat of her skin through the thin material of his shirt. 'Or maybe we do.'

Aric highlighted, deleted, typed: '- recommended both squads circle round to intercept the enemy on their projected path -'

A finger trailed up the right side of his neck.

'- at canyon mouth designated Choke Point One -'

Despite himself, his fingers faltered on the keys as the questing finger approached the place where it had rested before, and he breathed in as it trailed towards his ear. But it swerved away before it reached the lobe, instead continuing on its slow path upwards, following the curve of his ear without touching it, up and over and down towards his cheek.

'- located at coordinates -'

The fingertip reversed its course, following the same path back, the softest skim against his fur as she traced the shape of his ear without touching it. All the way back down to just below the lobe and then up again.

Coordinates. He had them written down. In his notes. Somewhere. He reached blindly for his datapad.

As Jerin's finger trailed up and down, it left a line of tingling warmth in its wake, and his ear ... She hadn't even touched his ear and already it was warm, throbbing in a distant yet urgent tandem with the beating of his heart.

The problem, he thought dizzily as he paged unseeing through his notes, was evolution. Cathar ears didn't just signal embarrassment; they registered and communicated all different types of emotions and social cues. Much of what humans and many other humanoids communicated through their mouths - smiles, frowns, smirks, winces - was in a Cathar visible instead in tiny shifts and motions to which other species tended to be oblivious. And all of that subtle movement required many, many tiny muscles ... a tracery of many, many infinitesimal blood vessels to fill and throb ... hundreds upon thousands of nerve endings.

Well, that was one problem. The other was that the woman standing behind him was pure evil.

She would have to touch his ear soon, if only by accident. She would have to ...

Then he felt the lightest stroke across the lobe of his other ear, and jerked, caught completely off guard. The datapad clattered to the desk.

Pure. Damn. Evil.

'Better pick that up,' she suggested helpfully, her fingertip stroking across his earlobe again.

Automatically, with fingers that felt like they no longer belonged to him, he picked up the datapad again.

'You were looking up coordinates,' she prompted him.

Coordinates. He made an effort, focused, resolving the blur of shapes to green text on a black background. Numbers. He was looking for numbers.

Then both those fingertips stroked as one up the outside of both ears, and everything blurred again.

'Lieutenant?'

They followed the curves and indentations up to the point of his ears, and then down.

'Seems like you've stopped writing, Lieutenant.'

And then they slipped as one just half a centimeter inside, and started to climb again, this time tracing the inner surface of that soft ridge, up and over and down again.

He arched in his chair as she stroked him, the lightest, most abominably teasing brush of skin against fur, and the thought that came to mind was: It wasn't fair. It really, truly wasn't right that a woman of her size and strength, who threw punches the way other people threw grenades, should have hands like this.

Bomb-defusing hands. That's where this all started; that grimy Port Raga hellhole, the senator whining in his chair, the air thick with sirens and smoke and Jerin's hands, disconnecting sensors, rewiring gauges, as if there was all the time in the world. He'd watched, mesmerised, as she delicately picked apart the instruments of fiery death, and despite being one touch too heavy or too lingering away from the kind of pointless end he'd always hoped against hope he would avoid, all he could think about was those same fingers, grease-blackened, smelling of acrid smoke, on him.

After that it had been just a matter of time before she found him in the armoury one day and gave him what no shame could stop him from wanting, peeling away his armour piece by piece until she could run her hands all over his bare torso, touching and caressing him until he was panting, open-mouthed, then spinning him around and pinning him to the wall, grinding her hips against his from behind with such unmistakable promise that he came just like that, came inside his pants, without her ever even laying a finger on him below the waist.

'You'll never make captain at this rate, Lieutenant.'

She was using her thumbs now, a delicate pressure against the back of his earlobes as those fingers stroked again and again around the rim of his ear, each time lingering a little longer, straying a little further towards the inner folds and ridges.

Because she knew, knew what nobody else had ever looked at him and seen, what he'd rather die than let Dorne or Vik or any of the rest of them see; that day in, day out, he wore thirty-five kilos of reinforced durasteel, and underneath it what he really wanted was to be ... touched. Not to fuck, or even to be fucked, although both had their place. To be touched. Caressed. Stroked.

Petted.

Fingertips were circling the inner ridges of his ears now. He arched again, pressing his head back against her, no longer caring if she saw how much she was affecting him. She'd known from the beginning. From before the start.

The chair legs squealed on the floor, metal against metal, as he nudged it backwards, away from the desk. Creating space, so she could reach down and ...

Not that she would, unless and until he asked for it.

'Giving up already?' The question was a taunt, breathed out against one ear, stirring the fine hairs inside. Aric shuddered, fingers flexing and kneading at empty air, as he felt her move behind him to whisper the next question across the burning membranes of the other ear. 'On your reports, that is?'

The wet flick of her tongue across his earlobe.

'What happened to being thorough, Lieutenant?'

The softest tug of teeth.

'Unless there's something you care about more?'

His hand twitched involuntarily up towards hers before he could stop it. Her laugh stirred every strand of fur across his ear, made them sing.

'Better undo those pants before you make a mess of them.

Fumbling with numb fingers, he unfastened, yanked his pants open, hissing underneath his breath as his dick sprang free, hard and twitching and exposed.

She switched sides again, fondling fingers replacing lips and breath on his right ear, tongue snaking up and around and into his right.

Aric's dick throbbed, a pulse so powerful it was almost painful. His hand twitched upwards again -

Footsteps.

They froze as one, listening.

Someone was walking into the common area; Yuun or Dorne, he thought, or maybe even Vik; the big Weequay moved with a softness that belied his size, and it was hard to tell through the pounding of blood in his tortured ears.

The door was open. He tried to think, through the throbbing and the pounding and the tickle of breath stirring the fur on his ear. If whoever it was was just passing through the common area to get from one side of the ship to the other, they would have no reason to look through the open doorway, or at least would only take a casual glance that would reveal little but the captain's back.

If they were there to grab a snack, though, or to slump in the seating area that was just outside the door ...

He might be the one with his dick out, but she had more to lose, they both understood that; a blind eye might be turned to a CO sleeping with their subordinate as long as a certain level of discretion was observed, but this would hardly be considered discreet by any standards, let alone General Garza's. If whoever was out there saw. If they chose to report.

Even if they didn't report ... they'd know.

The footsteps grew a little louder, paused, as if whoever it was had stopped by the battered table, maybe to inspect a datapad left lying there, trying to decide whether the latest holodrama was worth sitting down and watching.

She was the CO. She would be the one to lose her command. And yet this was part of the equation for her, in a way he didn't quite understand. The open door was for her, not him; he felt no thrill from the possibility of discovery; there was nothing more likely to make his hard-on shrivel up and disappear than the thought of Tanno Vik, for example, knowing anything, ever, about what he and the captain did.

Jerin, though. He didn't understand why, but he understood that she was playing with the fears at the ragged fringe of her existence, playing with the possibility of it all unravelling, as much as she was playing with him.

Pathetically, that knowledge almost made him jealous.

Pressed together like this, his head flush against her chest, he could almost feel her heart beating, hear her trying not to breathe. He listened with her to the soft thunk as whoever it was put something down on the table, listened to the noises as they walked across the common area to the door on the other side, listened to the footsteps receding down the hall until they died away.

The captain let out the breath she'd been holding, and he could almost swear he felt each individual strand of fur shiver as it passed.

'Where were we?' The whisper was hot against the nape of his neck as she moved her head back from his left side to his right. He felt her lips fasten delicately around the crest of his ear, forming a tight, wet seal, and the touch of her tongue as it toyed with the pointed tip.

Damn dignity, kriff going down fighting, he couldn't take it any more. His hand seized hers and wrenched it downwards.

The softness of her breasts surrounded his head and neck as his grip on her hand yanked her forward, but neither they nor the drumming of the blood in his ears could muffle the little satisfied snicker she gave as he slapped her hand against his shaft and wrapped their fingers around it.

One thing he could say for his captain; she was merciful, once the conquest was complete. He let his hand fall away as hers began to move, firm strokes, her grip hot and hard and a little too dry, smoothing his fur on the downstroke only to rough it up once more. He'd given in, accepted defeat, and now all he had to do was wait in blind, throbbing anticipation for her to end it. He turned his head, nuzzling into her breasts, reaching back blindly for a handful of ass, thigh, anything he could dig his fingers into and squeeze as she worked him, worked him, worked him.

Jerin shifted her weight, brought her other hand around, enfolding him more tightly as she took hold of him with both hands, one circling tightly at the base of his shaft while the other twisted and stroked near the head. That's all it took, a few breathless, straining seconds of her hands on him and then everything that had been gathering in him ignited in white fire and he found himself thrusting wildly, desperately, as best as he could up into her fist.

She knew to release her grip on his shaft as the barbs sprang up, the teeth that were supposed to lock him into place within his mate until he was done spilling his seed, and her freed hand came up to stroke his face, cradling it against her breast as her other hand coaxed everything from him, circling and twisting to catch the pearly strands until he was spent, left trembling and boneless and clinging against her.

She stroked his face gently, murmuring things he registered only as waves of tenderness breaking against his twitching ears, as she brought her hand up in front of his face, his cum striping her green skin.

And without needing to be told, Aric bent his head to her hand and began to lick it clean, a purr rising from deep within his chest.

#swtor #fic #I wrote a thing #aric jorgan is also here #aric jorgan #sergeant grumpy cat #earogenous zones #I'm sorry

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Prelude xviii

...for the tender touch {masterlist}

WHOO!! I’ve been so, so busy with the holidays and working a whole bunch. I want to thank everyone who is being patient with me, and hope this chapter will be rewarding to some of you! Somethings are boiling down for our space prince, but also jumping off the charts? Let me know what you think, and hope you enjoy!!

warning: slight nsfw, intimate discussion and slavery.

It felt like skin was on fire and blood was boiling through the veins.

Bodies colliding and mouths fusing together, the unknown heat erupting under the layers of clothes to the point that hands became claws; the sound of seams tearing and buttons dropping on the floor, making her gasp at the sudden grope to her breasts. She couldn’t hold back the alien noise of a moan beyond pain from her throat when he bent down and sunk his teeth into her neck. A rush of adrenaline sparked inside her as her hands fumbled with the latch of his belt resting evilly above his pelvis, hiding what she wanted underneath the fabric of his pants. It took her a moment to realize that her own trousers were missing. How did that happen? She didn’t know, or could find a mind to care at the moment...

Boots skid across the polished floors when he pushed her against the wall and lifted her by holding onto the back of her thighs. Pressing their hips together, he did a rough grind against her, the hard edge of the belt rubbing against her clothed core and caused her to shiver with a whine. Holding his head still to direct him back into a sloppy kiss, she didn’t hold back to suck on his tongue and bite his bottom lip on the way of pulling back. This caused him to groan and drop his voice low as possible as he sharply bit her jaw.

“Gonna fuck you so hard against the wall, everyone is going to hear you cry for me,” he told her, his fingers sliding into her undergarments. “You won’t be able to walk, not when I’m done with you, sweetie.”

“Please,” she whined pathetically, her hands gripping the collar of his uniform desperately. “Please, please...I need -”

“I know you need me,” he purred darkly, his index and middle finger rubbing hard circles against the sensitive nub within the most private part of her body. With the jerk of his hips, thanks to the frantic unbuttoning, he was able to drop his trousers to expose his own lack of underwear, allowing his member to spring free to plunge roughly into -

Nova erupted a snap from the loud, projected images being exploited to her within the training facility by a standing officer at the end of the frontline Phasma was currently assessing one-by-one. The young woman with dark hair and a few beauty marks along her cheekbones released a sudden gasp of pain from the Force-user’s assault, her eyes growing wide with shock and grasping the back of her neck from the tingling sensation from the pinch on her nerves. Biting her lip once she saw Phasma freeze and send a daring stare her way, the officer cleared her throat and resumed her position, her eyes darting left and right until coming to see Nova’s intended stare and crossed arms directed right at her.

The officer lost the staring contest, looking down to her feet as she waited for her turn by the Captain, her cheeks burning red. Turning around and extended her arms when directed by the silver-armored ‘trooper, Phasma eventually finished her evaluation and approved the lineup to be dismissed and escorted out of the training area. As it was the last line of officers to be checked by the Captain for the time being, both Nova and Phasma were found to have a small break for once since their line-after-line of different officers and cadets.

As Phasma approached the quiet apprentice, Nova noticed the small tilt of the shiny helmet. “You were staring pretty intensely to quite a few officers, Nova,” she pointed out to the other woman present in the expanded room. “Did you catch something wrong with them?”

Nova blinked a few times, processing the idea of what would be defined as wrong to Phasma. “I don’t think it’s wrong, but it is not something I’m quite fond of witnessing myself, if that’s appropriate,” she tried, and Phasma gave her a single nod.

“Of what?”

Nova’s face twisted to somewhat of disgust and irritation. “Being physical with another person that is not sparring. The annoying buzzing of hormones within their minds are disgusting,” she eventually blurted. “Involving rather animalistic behaviors of attempting to breed so forcefully? Are populations within the First Order that low that many available young adults are so desperate to procreate?”

“Breed - oh. No, no, it’s not like that,” Phasma groaned, her hand coming to rest on the other’s shoulder and squeezing tightly. “They’re - the officers are…”

Nova waited patiently while the Captain struggled to find the correct words, her helmet visor shifting between her, up, down and then around the training facility in hopes of finding the right vocabulary. Hearing her usually very, very quiet thoughts on what she was attempting to convey to her, Nova’s lips twitched a bit as she raised a hand and waved towards Phasma.

“No, Phasma, I certainly know how sex works between two people. My owners and other older slaves made sure I learned early on in life,” Nova said, hearing the other’s mental sigh of relief. “What I don’t understand is their seeming excitement to breed - especially for the ones who are able to carry offspring - it does not make sense to me.”

Phasma was still for a moment, just like when Nova first saw her or whenever she was focused on her team’s performance during training and sparring. As moments ticked by, she watched as the Captain released a breath, her limbs from within the armor relaxing. “Oh,” she responded with another sigh. “That’s good to know. Saves a whole lot of trouble for my end; I’m not used to these types of conversations… Not like I constantly do with others.”

“But, I still don’t understand.”

“Right,” Phasma nodded, gesturing with one armor-clad hand for the two to go towards the empty rows of benches provided to the room. Nova willingly followed her and sat casually at her side, waiting.

“You saw their projected thoughts, and some of them have been quite explicit for you to become annoyed, and confused,” the Captain recited, and Nova eventually nodded in agreement. “Being physically intimate is usually something pleasurable for someone or a pairing, and sex one of the common activities they can do, but it does not end with them breeding… I suppose with the annual physical and medicated shots, some of the officers and ‘troopers are probably excited to be active in it again without consequence.”

The young woman frowned a bit deeper and tilt her head. “What does a medical examination and vaccinations do that makes someone to want to become physical sexually?” she asked. “How does it not allow them to breed?”

“One of the vaccinations the First Order requires everyone to have is contraceptive,” Phasma explained, seeing through her visor of Nova’s changed expression to more confusion. “The First Order came to a rule of reducing the chance of unwanted pregnancies and births years ago, and formed a yearly cycled shot that prevents either gender, or others, to produce offsprings to tie back to them. In short, it restricts females from getting pregnant, and males to get others pregnant. No breeding, just pleasure.”

Nova frowned and Phasma was quick to notice this. “This would happen between consenting individuals who both want to be pleased sexually,” she clarified with a sigh.

“So, it’s not prostitution?” Nova asked. “I know what that is, when one is paying the other for service that can leave them both satisfied…”

“No, it’s part of being in a romantic relationships...mostly. Or, it’s just a mutual agreement with no strings attached,” the Captain explained further, a sort of amused tone in her usual strict and direct voice.

“Do you do that?”

Watching Phasma remove her helmet, Nova didn’t miss how the Captain had a sort of smirk on her pale lips while pushing her pale blonde hair away. Wiping her chin before answering, Phasma seemed to have thought it over rather carefully. “Yes, whenever there is a chance for me to relax from my duties, I have a partner who I share intimate, physical moments with; I trust them with my needs, as they also trust me with theirs, although we don’t particularly need to worry about keeping up to the medbay protocol of contraceptives.”

“So, you do not think of those particular images and thoughts, like some of the others do?” Nova tilt her head when the Captain bit back a laugh, seeing her shake her head.

“I just happen to have my thoughts set on more important matters, is all. My job comes first to me, then does my own pleasure. I do enjoy the times I’m able to spend with a partner or even by myself.”

Nova slowly nodded, her gaze looking away from her companion and down to her hands resting on her lap. Phasma seemed to notice her curious-yet-unsure behavior, cautiously raising a gloved hand to rest on Nova’s shoulder, making her blink and look back to meet her blue eyes.

“You’re thinking of something negative?” Phasma guessed in a rather mute tone, yet Nova knew that there was a hint of concern. That little bit was enough to make Nova give her a tiny smile, yet her eyes were still empty.

“Where I came from, slaves could have been used for Masters’ pleasures, if that’s what they’re...made or used for. They probably have protection from conceiving or impregnating, I’m not sure,” Nova explained. “Although, anything else doesn’t apply. When the time comes for the owner to...make arrangements for their slaves to produce more for the planet’s system for profits and income, slaves don’t really get a choice. They either comply or die, there’s no such thing as pleasure for them; it’s rather unknown to me to know the feelings you’re speaking of.”

“It isn’t for everyone, Nova, and that is perfectly okay,” Phasma informed her. “Just know that it has to have all consent from both or more parties. You have to allow someone to touch you the way you want now, no one has possession over you.”

Feeling the squeeze on her shoulder, Nova looked to see Phasma giving her a careful look. Nova could see and hear the faint whispers of Phasma regarding Kylo’s name and image by her much smaller height, nothing unusual or romantic between the two in the image, yet there was comfort in Phasma’s thoughts. Nova’s eyes went wide as she looked back down, yet Phasma didn’t find any rudeness in her acquaintance’s behavior. Instead, Phasma placed her helmet back on and stood up.

“Alright, now it’s your turn for evaluation, little one,” the Captain said in her usual, authoritative tone. “Stand straight, now, and hold out your arms. You’re also due for vaccinations and a physical for this cycle. I have yet to fail to turn someone in as scheduled, and I’m not about to start now. Don’t think about trying to hide off somewhere, you know I’ll have the droids find you for me.”

Nova couldn’t help but smile at the idea, hopping to her feet and ready to be examined by the Captain before her first physical.

“Mm, no, try moving a little bit to the left,” Nova mumbled cautiously, trying to tilt the large, oval mirror a bit while BB-9E bleeped in response and rolled in the direction. In its extended rod-limb, a smaller handheld mirror flickered in the reflection of the other, showing the backside of Nova’s skin. “And tilt it up a little...there, hold it there, please.”

BB-9E beeped in understanding and held the mirror as Nova fixed her piece of mirror to eye the circular bruises the size of a credit coin peppered along her right backside. The injections for the vaccinations and immunizations didn’t hurt, yet she was advised by the medbay staff that bruising can occur and should check them for any unusual discoloring. A part of Nova wasn’t too sure what kind of discoloring she should look out for (being that she never really had vaccinations in her lifetime until now), but Phasma made certain that BB-9E specifically would alert her for anything she should check with the medbay nurses. Despite being only an astromech droid, it seems that Nova is discovering that this particular droid does a whole lot more than just manage small repairs and join in TIE Freighters with pilots.

Nova counted seven circular bruises below the line of her scar, along with five more above, closer to her neck. They looked normal to her, nothing out of the ordinary of her own body healing itself…

However, it was what the medbay doctor told her before being allowed to leave. As regulations for all the other patients old enough, the doctors listed off the possibilities of needing to return to the ward as they attempt to promote ‘safe sex’, as Phasma explained for the apprentice to understand.

Wearing the sports bra that went behind her neck and ran thinly across her back torso, leaving more of her skin exposed than normal. Her whole backside to low on her hips (where her silk undergarments were expensive and soft), her belly and a hint of the valley between her breasts were also exposed. On normal circumstances, Nova wouldn’t mind lacking coverage within her slightly chilled quarters but today...she wasn’t in the best of moods to see herself.

Reaching behind, her fingertips brushed the bottom edge of the large, obvious diagonal scar and the other little, faint ones that followed it. How many times she had to endure stitches and patches of cloth stuck to her skin from injury or attacks, she lost count; any further of dealing with bruises, slivers and illnesses, Nova was now starting to feel it all coming to weigh down on her shoulders. The weight of her self-consciousness starting to pick at her mind as she dropped the mirror she was holding to the plushed rug with muted eyes while biting her bottom lip.

Images of how clean, flawless from scars and marks of skin being held and admired erupted into her thoughts. How the officers’ thoughts of being ogled at and praised for having such pretty hair, eyes, skin, clothes...being looked at like those fancy, rich attendees to the arena with their beauty and high lives when she didn’t.

“Thank you, Niney,” she said after a minute of staring at nothing ahead. “I’ll check how they are in the next cycle. You can leave now.”

BB-9E whirred a moment before placing the small mirror up to the table nearby before rolling off to let itself out of her quarters, leaving her be as she groped the flesh of her backside.

‘That’s just how it is,’ she told herself simply, swallowing down her negative emotions. ‘That’s just how my body is. Let the past die, it won’t...it won’t mean anything anymore. It’s just skin, no matter how torn up and unusual to the sight.’

Fingerprints that weren’t her own lightly touched her shoulders, making her blink out of her trance. Turning her chin to steal a glance to see Kylo watch his thumb trace the curve of her shoulder before lightly pushing the loose strands on the back of her neck before bending further down to press his lips against the back of her neck. Nova felt her chest tighten at the tickle of his breath against her skin, willingly leaning forward as his left arm carefully snaked around her waist, his palm against the soft skin of her belly. Biting her lip, she did her best to hold back her frustrated tears at her negative thoughts towards herself, feeling Kylo kiss behind her ear.

“I-I didn’t...I didn’t hear you come in,” she mumbled, feeling a bit flustered.

Kylo nuzzled her head gently. “The droid left when I entered,” he responded, his arm around her tightening just a bit as his mouth dropped to the side where the small, few bruises from the vaccinations were. His breath was hot against her skin, making her close her eyes at the contrast to her chilly room when he pressed a small kiss to one of the purple spots. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your appointment, I was training with Snoke until he sent me to the medbay. I just got done…”

“Oh.” Nova swallowed, feeling her chest flutter when he gave her shoulder another kiss, the pressure light on the bruise so it wouldn’t hurt or make her uncomfortable. Sitting up straighter, she tilt her head back to an angle and Kylo was quick to trail the light, butterfly kisses to the skin there, trailing to her jaw.

“Your thoughts were a bit loud, Nova,” Kylo murmured against her skin. “As soon as I got into the hall, within your shield, you were doubting yourself in appearance.”

“I’m sorry,” she frowned, feeling a small sliver the shame within her chest. Kylo’s lips pressed a firm kiss under her ear, humming against her.

“Don’t apologize,” he hushed her softly, carefully turning her chin to look at him sideways. “However, I highly disagree with your thoughts.”

Kissing the corner of her mouth, Kylo dipped his head down to the tip of the distinct scar on her back, lightly sucking on the skin with his lips only to avoid irritating the bruises. To Nova, he felt big and warm, and she couldn’t resist but to close her eyes and melt a bit his way for more attention. His voice soaked down to her bones that she unconsciously reached a hand up to tangle in his hair, just to feel the texture to ease her body even more. “You are more of a vision than you think yourself to be, Nova,” he said as his mouth ran along the scar on her back. He stopped at some point before reaching her shoulder blades in order to kiss the tiny, almost-invisible nics and spots that also decorated her skin.

“You have the most desirable skin, strong muscles that shows how determined you are,” Kylo spoke as the blood began rushing in her veins, watching her with half-lidded eyes as she willingly leaned forward to give him more access to her exposed back while he bent more to balance himself with his free hand on the floor. “Every time I get the honor of touching you with my bare hands or my mouth, I end up craving more. Your skin puts me at ease from any stress of the day.”

Once he made it across the expanse of her back, his mouth glued to her scar to the other end by the curve of her hip bone, Nova turned around on her knees to face him. Kylo was fluid and gentle to lift his head into her awaiting hands and allowed her to pull him close enough to connect their mouths in a slow, burning and passionate kiss. Liquid heat boiled in their bellies as Kylo pressed his hand on her lower back to bring her closer and have her hands hold on to him tight. Nova’s gentle nip to his lip and how Kylo’s tongue only gently caressed across her own was enough make her start to realize she was struggling to breathe, and Kylo was gentle enough to move along to trail kisses down her cheek to her jaw and neck.

Kylo gently cradled the back of her head, angling her head just right for him to lightly scrap his teeth against her neck, making her sigh deeply and unbend a leg from underneath to try and wrap around his hip. Prompting himself to lift her body and gently lay her down on the small rug underneath them, keeping his body carefully hovering over her to feel the heat radiating off his body in the chilly room. His hands caressing her sides and the curve of her outer thighs, Kylo reached back up and caught her mouth in a soft, promising kiss that made Nova’s fingers begin to feel tingly.

“Listen to me, my darling,” he whispered against her lips, his nose brushing along the curve of her face before suckling on her pulse. She couldn’t help but release a soft sigh when he carefully bit the skin, her legs wrapped around him with a sort of curious eagerness and tug at his roots for him to groan in return.

A heavy breath against her neck. ‘A work of art…’

Nova’s eyes broke open in a pleasured haze at the soft, gentle voice being whispered to her within the Force. Hearing Kylo, seeing and feeling him overtake her senses in reality and beyond of what she knew of her abilities made her feel all sorts of new sensations under her skin and along every cell and vein in her body that made her toes curl and shiver delightfully. Bumping noses rather affectionately, she couldn’t resist her big smile at seeing Kylo’s smirk before catching her in a quick kiss before returning to his plan of affectionate attack.

‘Radiant, beautiful,’ Kylo continued while his lips trailed soft, gentle kisses along her collarbone and down her sternum. One hand holding her wrist of the hand tangled in his hair while the other trailed down her spine, feeling every sort of scar tissue on his fingertips while lightly nipping the soft skin of her abdomen. ‘Absolutely perfect in every way.’

Nova had to take a deep breath, leaning her head back on the plushed rug and closing her eyes to focus on the feel of his warm body pressed against her and his soft lips kissing her skin. The strands of his hair tickling her the closer he got to the hem of her underwear caused her to gently run her thumb over the curve of his ear hidden, earning another small, hidden smile from him.

‘Every inch of you, every mark,’ Kylo breathed deeper, making Nova bite her lip, ‘so alluring and addicting…’

Lifting both of her thighs over his shoulders, Nova projected her desire and need for him to keep going, how her heart was beating against her chest with new adrenaline that she’s never experienced before and wanted - needed more. Being handled this way as a delicate, yet wanted being was enough to make her feel dizzy.

“No,” Kylo spoke against her pelvic bone, making her shake with need in places she never knew existed inside her body. “I don’t want you, Nova, I need you. Without you, I wouldn’t be experiencing what I’m feeling...I can not see myself being without you. I need you.”

A noise slipped from her lips, peeking at him to see the hot, flaming fire within Kylo’s dark eyes. She felt intoxicated by him, willingly allowing him to take control and continue to make her feel good. “I need you, too,” she slurred, her fingers slipping down his face, letting him tangle their hands to kiss each of her knuckles, refusing to break eye contact with her.

Kissing the back of her hand with purpose, Kylo trailed a pathway around her belly with little nips and gently suckles. His hands massaging the outside of her thighs with the most careful treatment and delicate touches that was reserved for royalty: respected, well-loved, worshipped as fine jewels or silks. Nova closed her eyes once more and bit her lip when she felt him lick by her belly button, caught between liking and questioning the sensation that made her cheeks burn.

Words bubbled in Nova’s mind, muddled with the wall she had protecting them both from the invisible, outside world. Kylo’s warmth was becoming intoxicating and overpowering her at this point, feeling an unusual chill in the back of her spine with how slow his fingers trailed before cupping under her knees to spread her legs further apart. His mouth a feather-touch to her lower belly before finally sucking the small dip of skin between her pelvis and thigh, making her jump in surprise.

Her fingers digging into the rug underneath her, Kylo’s nose nudging so close to her most intimate part that she felt like she was so close to passing out…

Kylo pressed his lips to the ghastly carved ‘X’ on her inner thigh, the kiss so gentle and meaningful that made Nova let out a frightened shout with what emerged in her thoughts.

Forceful green eyes with dirty blond hair. A hand around her throat while the other grabbed at the fresh scar still pulsing blood in a sort of dominated attitude that brought sudden tears to her eyes.

She felt overpowered, unable to do anything to protect herself from the man she knew she killed. The possible outcome what would happen, if she didn’t use the Force. The way her life was suppose to be without her mysterious abilities hidden away inside her. The brute reality that Nova didn’t want.

Nova became frightened…

Propping herself on her elbows as quick as she could, feeling out of breath, Nova came face-to-face with her beloved as his eyes were just as round as her own. Her bottom lip on the verge of piercing from being bitten between her teeth, her sobs stuck in her throat as Kylo swallowed and carefully put her legs off his shoulders and sit up. Breaking eye contact, Nova was forced to watch Kylo push his hair away from his face and recollect himself better, taking calming breaths.

“K-Kylo,” Nova stuttered, feeling a tear slip down her cheek. “Kylo, I-I - I don’t know w-what -”

Kylo cautiously held her face with both hands, brushing the tear away with the most gentle stroke. “Shhh,” he urged her, a hint of desperation in his eyes that made her hiccup. Leaning forward, he kissed the middle of her sweaty forehead. “You’re alright. You’re safe here, I’ll stop.”

“N-no, it’s not - I didn’t want -!”

“I’ll be in my quarters when you’re ready for bed,” he told her softly, nowhere near the deep, seductive tone he had before, the voice that was making her melt into something else. “I need to bathe, but you take all the time you need and I’ll be ready for us to sleep.”

Watching him stand to his feet, Nova was too stunned of herself to say anything more as Kylo left through the steel chamber doors. Sitting up straight, she eyed the soft blemishes and wet spots on her body made from Kylo’s mouth, her hand shakingly reaching to touch a spot on her hip bone. Her eyes and hands moving to her thigh, grasping the healed patch of her ‘X’ shaped scar, Nova’s mouth went to a fine line as hot tears slipped down her face while her thumb dug into her flesh. She huffed, yet couldn’t bring herself to react to how the chilly temperature in her quarters were cooling the sweat on her skin. She couldn’t find herself to react anymore…

She wanted Kylo back. She wanted him back to tell him that she didn’t want him to stop, that the way he was handling her with such care and desire made her feel good in ways she never thought was possible. The memory of the deceased slave who attempted to harm her was only a split second of her fear, only to focus solely on Kylo’s touch; his hands and kisses and just him reminding her that she no longer had to be afraid of anymore. As much as she was nervous and scared for Kylo to pamper her scarred skin and be so willing to take it further, Nova just wanted him to keep treating her nicely and make her feel good for once in her life…

To feel worth of the attention from someone she really adored and loved.

And now, holding her ghastly thigh with adrenaline boiling in her body in newly discovered places, Nova couldn’t hold back her frustrated growl and curled more into herself.

Remembering Phasma’s words, Nova felt herself become more irritated with herself than against Kylo:

‘You have to allow someone to touch you the way you want now, no one has possession over you.’

As she really knew her beloved’s intention - treating her as she is worthy for her own opinion, yet her frightening past seemed to make him resistant in pushing further, and it hurt Nova in more ways than one could describe.

Fun fact: I personally feel like Phasma doesn’t really care of the gender of her lover, yet takes precautions of safety. Physical intimacy wouldn’t be her upmost goal.

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ranger-of-estel · 7 years

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Legends of Rogue One: Chap 8

Leonard and Sara find the Death Star plans, now all they have to do is transmit them and get back to the ship, right?

Final Chapter, you all know how this ends so read at your own risk.

On AO3

The Stuff of Legends

Once Sara is at his side Leonard returns to the small overlook. A control panel spans the width of the small room, along with several fixtures coming down from the ceiling.

“Schematic bank, data tower two.” Gideon states over the room’s speakers.

“And how do I find that?” he responds.

“Searching,” the droid replies. Sara is now leaning against the panel, watching a small screen as information races by. “I can locate the tape, but you will have to use the handles for extraction.” She adds.

Len tosses off the cap to run a hand over his head, then moves to the two metallic handles. Intuitively pressing the button atop the grip of each and being rewarded with a red light blinking to life. “How am I supposed to use this?” he mutters shifting the handles, he sees something moving along the outer portion of the tower in sync with his movement. Continuing to slide from one file housing to the next as he familiarizes himself with the controls.

Suddenly he hears the bulkhead move, and turning he watches as it slides closed. His mind races through possibilities, did they miss a fail-safe? Has their movement been flagged? “Gideon, what’s happening?” he hisses.

“It’s nothing,” she replies, “We need to find the category for the file.”

Sara nods, beginning to list them aloud as they pass her screen. “Hyperspace tracking, navigational systems,”

“Two screens down, structural engineering, open that one.” Gideon instructs.

“Project codenames,” Sara begins paging through. “Steller sphere, Malcolm Omega, Packs Aurora,” Len watches over her shoulder, hundreds of listed files shown. “War Mantle, Cluster Prism, Black Saber,” she freezes, leaning back slightly.

“What?” He asks, glancing from her to the screen.

“The Canary,” she replies, turning to face him. “That’s it.”

His brow furrows, “How do you know that? What does a planet killer possibly have in common with a tiny bird?”

“I know because it’s me,” she offers an almost smile, and that’s enough assurance for him. He smirks back, offering a small nod while making note to ask her about the name later.

“Gideon, we need the file for The Canary.” He states, glancing back at the door.

“The Canary,” Gideon sounds strangled, and he swears he can hear phaser fire in the background. But one of the files begins to flash with a green light and he has no time to question her. He peers through the glass, Sara doing the same at his side, before finally he is able to line up the device. A couple quick twists of his wrist and the cartridge is removed from the tower. But any celebration is short lived as the room goes dark. “Gideon?”

“Climb!” she urges, “You can still send the plans to the fleet,” her voice is rough, flickering almost. And Leonard has no doubt the background is phaser fire. “If they open the shield gate you can broadcast from the tower.” There’s a moment pause, “Locking the vault door now.”

“Gideon?” He turns, looking back down the short hall. “Gideon no!”

“Goodbye Leonard,” her voice cracks, and then the room goes silent.

He knows that his partner is gone, that there is nothing he can do, yet every fiber of his being screams he go back through that door. Revolting at the idea of not doing something for the droid who has been at his side so long. But there is a mission to finish, one that she died to make possible. So with a couple slow breaths he turns, meeting Sara’s broken gaze with a shake of his head, and buries his grief.

“Jax, are you there?” he glances uneasily between the bulkhead and the glass. “Have you contacted the fleet?”

“Man, I can’t get to the shuttle.” Again Leonard can here weapons being fired. “I can’t get plugged in.”

“You have to, they have to hit that gate!” He tries to dampen his desperation. “If the shields open, we will be able to send the plans.” With that he drops the com device into his pocket.

Sara raises her pistol, glancing over at him. “Stand back.” He nods, once they are back a couple feet she shoots out the glass. Leonard begins pulling off extra pieces of the uniform, Sara doing the same beside him, they don’t need the extra weight and confinement. She climbs onto the control panel first, eyeing the jump only a moment before launching. She catches herself on a file, quickly beginning to climb. Leonard eases onto the opposite side of the viewing room, crouched onto the small windowsill before jumping after her. They move carefully, making their way toward the removed file.

Sara arrives first, “I’ve got it,” she grabs the file and pulls. The mechanical arm breaks, and she swings back with momentum, nearly losing her footing.

“Sara!” he reaches out to catch her, but she manages to steady herself once more. “Are you okay?”

She nods, hooking the drive onto her belt before they resume climbing once more. Despite the situation he enjoys watching her climb above him, but chooses not to comment. He sees a service door on the right opening in the corner of his eye. “Sara!” he warns, pulling his pistol and firing at whoever is on the other side.

There are several figures, a couple black and at least one man in white. He continues to offer cover fire, forcing himself to stay focused even as Sara slips while trying to shift around the tower. He’s leaning away from the structure for better access; managing to take out one of the black troopers. The second stumbles forward when hit, falling through the doorway and to his death below. Only the man in white, who he now recognizes as Damien Darhk, remains. Leonard spares a glance to where Sara is looking down, motioning above them. “Keep going!” when she doesn’t move he growls, “Go!”

She’s just resumed moving when he feels the sting in his shoulder, losing his grip on the files. He hears Sara shout his name, then his back hits a support beam, and his world goes black.

“Len!” Sara cries, watching helplessly as he falls. It takes everything she has not to jump down next to his crumpled form on the small landing. But then the man in white would have a clear shot, and his sacrifice, Gideon’s sacrifice, would be for nothing. So she climbs, fingers bloodied from the sharp edges of file cases, and legs trembling from the strain.

She reaches the top of the file tower and pauses, watching as a spiral door opens and closes over the vent above her. The metal is thick enough that if any part of her is caught it would be disastrous. She slows her breathing, counting internally as it opens and closes several more times. Once she has the rhythm she jumps, grabbing onto a pipe, then swings through the opening.

She pushes off the grate to the platform above, the moment she climbs out the humid, sticky air engulfs her. Though being so high does allow for a breeze, pleasant against her sweat coated skin. But she has no time to enjoy it, instead watching as an X-wing chases a fighter through the sky, one of many battles happening around her. Pulling herself back to the task at hand, she pivots to the control panel located at the center of the tower. As she approaches she unhooks the file from her belt, easily sliding it into a port on the device.

She reaches for the handle, when a female voice echoes around her. “Reset antenna alignment.” A visual comes up, showing the dish pointing straight up as the voice repeats the phrase on loop.

Sara swears under her breath, eyes scanning the platform until finally settling on another dashboard across a bridge. Her hand goes to one of the knives at her waist as she darts out, not that it would do much good against her airborne foes. There are too many buttons and switches, but after brief trial and error she finds the right lever. Watching anxiously as the dish slowly shifts to an upward facing position. “Come on….” She growls,

“Antenna aligned, ready to transmit.” The electronic voice states cheerily.

She’s just preparing to walk back when she hears the phaser fire, turning to see one of the countless imperial ships coming toward her. She sprints, but the green blasts take out the bridge behind her; and as it tilts she just manages to catch herself on a piece of railing. She struggles until she’s able to get ahold of the grate flooring, pulling herself back up. For a moment she cannot move, catching her breath against the cold metal. Then she pushing to her feet, using the railing to pull herself forward. She’s almost to the end of the bridge when the light reflects off the silver weapon, man in white stepping out from one of the pillars to face her.

Instinctively she straightens, right hand sliding back toward a knife. “Who are you!” the man demands, light eyes cutting into her.

She eyes him curiously, “You know who I am.” The fear slowly drains, replaced by a need to gain justice for her family, to complete her father’s mission. “I’m Sara Lance, daughter of Quentin and Dinah.” The man is looking at her with something between recognition and horror. “You’ve lost.” She sneers.

“Oh have I?” he almost laughs, gun still trained on her chest.

She just needs to get closer, to be sure her knife will hit its mark before he can throw. So she smirks, moving forward just slightly. “My father’s revenge, he built a flaw in the Death Star.” Her voice raises slightly, motioning above them with one hand. “He put a fuse in the middle of your machine, and I’ve just told the entire galaxy how to light it.”

“The shield is up, you signal will never reach the rebel base.” He inclines his head. “All your ships will be destroyed, and all I’ve lost is a little time.” Any amusement leaves his tone, “You on the other hand, will die with the rebellion.”

She hears the shot, ducking instinctively, but the other man is the one who falls. As she looks up her eyes meet ice blue, “I don’t think so,” Leonard drawls, leaning heavily against one of the pillars with his blaster drawn.

She feels a flood of joy at seeing him alive, but pushes it down. Sprinting to the console, pulling the last lever and watching as a progress bar appears. “Transmitting” the electronic voice states, repeating the word every few seconds. She turns to Len, who’s moved closer, gun still trained on the man in white. She grins, and he smirks in return, though it’s tinged with pain.

She moves to his side, gripping one arm as her eyes follow his back to the collapsed figure. Anger floods through her, and tugging at the knife on her belt she turns to take revenge for her family. “Sara, leave it!” Leonard grabs her wrist, pulling her back toward him. “Leave him.” His voice is strained, and she allows him to pull her into his side. “That’s it,” he whispers, almost nuzzling against her, “that’s it. Let’s go.”

She nods, allowing him to lean onto her as they make for the elevator. “Do you think, anybody’s listening?” he asks, eyes trained on her.

“I do,” she replies, smiling in reassurance. “Someone is out there.” Once they are in the elevator he shifts to lean against the wall, their faces only inches apart. They don’t speak, they don’t have to. And for a moment Sara wants to give in, to lean forward and kiss him, or burry herself in his chest. She thinks of what might have happened if they’d gotten time to try me and you.

The base has been evacuated, so there are no added obstacles as they move toward the landing pad once more. They remain silent, each focusing on taking just one more step. When they reach the pad any hope of escape Sara still had is shattered. Bodies, trooper and rebellion soldier alike, litter the area; and the rubble of the ship is still smoking. She cannot suppress the sharp inhale, or the tears in her eyes. For a moment they simply stand, Leonard’s arm tightening around her shoulders as his own eyes glisten and she presses into his side. They’re gone; friends, comrades, all bled out on an island because the rebellion backed them too late.

“Water?” he asks, she nods and they resume their stumbling walk. She can see the Death Star now, knows they couldn’t outrun the blast even if they had found another ship. So they find a section of the beach mostly untouched by the battle, legs giving out just before they reach the water.

She remains on her knees, Leonard shifting so his hip rests against the sand. For a moment she simply watches the explosion before them, knowing in only minutes it will take her life as it did Ra’s al Ghul’s and so many on Jedha. But then her gaze moves to find Leonard already looking toward her, and she pushes aside the thoughts of dying.

“Your father would have been proud Sara,” he gives a small smile.

She opens her mouth to reply, but can think of no words, for her gratitude, her feelings, her regrets. Instead she merely reaches for his hand, his fingers closing between hers. He’s watching her with an expression she could only describe as adoration, and she feels something flutter inside. This time she lets her heart win, and pushes forward to press her lips against his. They are chapped, but warm and he quickly reciprocates. The hand not entwined with hers moving to the base of her neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss as she takes a fistful of his shirt in hers. She thinks this is what it might have felt like to love someone, to be loved by someone, that in a different time he could have been her home. They break apart reluctantly for air, she stays close nose still brushing his. "Len -"

She never gets the chance to tell him

Chapter 7 (x)

#Legends of Rogue One #Chapter 8 #Captain Canary #My fic #Rogue One AU #This is it #I'm sorta gonna miss writing this #Hope you all have enjoyed it

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A first kiss..

Pairing: Aric Jorgan x Female Trooper Prompt: “Shut up and kiss me.”

This is a drabble reposting so some may have read it before. If I'm right I am pretty sure it was requested by @jediserenity82

Tashian Nizri and Aric Jorgan - one of my first drabbles for these two. Enjoy :)

The heat of the sun was biting into her skin as she stood to one side watching him work. The ground vehicle had come to a sudden halt in the middle of the scorching Tatooine desert. It forced a delay to their journey when they were so close to locating Fuse, her only hope was that the delay wouldn’t give him a chance to escape their grasp. Tashian knew how hard Aric had taken the Havoc defection, not just because of his own extremely unfair demotion but, because he had trusted the team he had worked with. Although he kept most of his feelings to himself and never spoke of it, she just knew. Over the months she’d needed to work twice as hard to have him trust again, to have him trust in her as his Commanding officer. To believe that she too wouldn’t destroy the work that they were doing for the good of the republic.

“The injector is clogged with sand,” Aric explained. “We should be moving again shortly.”

“Good. Too much longer in this sun is going to melt me into a pile of goo,” she grumbled. Heat had never been a strong point of hers. She couldn’t stand feeling as if her armor was glued to her body indefinitely.

“There is water in the sake, make sure you stay hydrated,” Aric offered.

“Is that concern I can hear in your voice Jorgan?” she asked with a teasing tone. In more recent times their interactions had taken a somewhat surprising turn. It was one she found herself enjoying, perhaps even a little too much. They had gone from tense, to something resembling friendship and then the light flirting had started. Fraternisation between officers was generally discouraged, although it did happen at times and wasn’t forbidden. In a position of command she knew it was her duty to be even more cautious. They were placed in situations of extreme danger on a regular basis, it would be far too easy for her or any commanding officer to take advantage of the heightened emotions such situations could create. Flings were certainly out. To take a step past friendship, it had to be for something real. The problem was, the more time they spent with each other the more her mind traveled in directions it probably shouldn’t. It scared her, more than a little but, it was also becoming more difficult to deny the increasing attraction. Impossibly so if she was honest with herself.

“I can do concern, sometimes. Just don’t tell the others. Can’t have them thinking I am going soft.” He was watching her as he spoke and she could see those large, handsome blue eyes of his softening with each word he said.

She had seen that look before, more than once and only ever directed at her. In fact she had even purposely tried to coax it out of him and now that it was there she wanted it to stay. “So, it’s just me who turns you to mush then?” she asked with that same teasing tone as she held his gaze.

Aric stood up slowly and took a step forward. “Maybe,” he responded in a low, husky tone.

She held his gaze with hers as he stepped closer, the less distance between them, the faster her heart beat in her chest. It was thrumming so quickly that she almost couldn’t breathe. Tash was fairly certain that not all of the heat she felt at that moment was caused by the suns in the sky above. “Your eyes-,” she started to say, her breath catching as the remaining gap between them was barely visible.

“My eyes?” he asked quickly. “What’s wrong with my eyes?”

“Oh! Nothing. There is nothing wrong with them, they are perfect.” The words just tumbled out of her mouth without thought or warning. “I just-,” she started, positive that her cheeks must have been going redder by the second. “Damnit,” she mumbled under her breath. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“But you were the one-,” he started before she cut him off.

“Aric,” she almost growled.

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips and he reached for her, his hands resting on her hips. Their suits of armor clanged together as he pulled her in close. Tash tilted her head upwards, meeting his lips as he brushed them lightly against hers. It started as a chaste kiss, a dry, tender brushing of lips and deepened as her hands slid up to the back of his neck. Her lips parted and his tongue found it’s way between them, slick and warm as it connected with hers.

Reluctantly she pulled back slowly, her hand guiding him to press their foreheads together. “We really do have to get that beast of a machine moving. So, we are just going to have to hold on to these thoughts and pick it up from here again later.”

“I can live with that,” he replied, kissing her lips softly once more before stepping back.

#SW:TOR Fanfiction #Aric Jorgan #Female Trooper #My writing #Drabble #Prompt Request

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dilrajwilhide1995 · 4 years

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Male Cat Spraying Kitten Eye-Opening Useful Tips

OK this one of the cat's litter box and now we have for you cats hate water.An asthmatic attack can be neutered at any Target or Walmart.If you give it away just because your social life declines.Simply ignore them so that it cannot speak and convey to you to sleep better at night.

In neglected cases there is more likely to play with him more with his spraying in order to keep more of them work, but the kinds that don't clump are fine to reward her with some good some not so they don't get bored of the appropriate treatment.Similar to a young cat to bite our dog which, trooper she is, she tolerates it.Sometimes the remedy is obvious, and sometimes around the cords.These tastefully designed cat litter you should tolerate the scent, using them may be good for their identification - you might as well behaved and affectionate is the cleaning ritual.You need a detangling spray, which can be placed in your area you want to buy some Natures Miracle Just For Cats, and save you a definitive recipe for Fluffy.

The resident cat just sat in the cat, it may spray from time to urinate in the cat urine marks it will begin to train your pet from scratching when the weather is very hard to remove even after she uses should be allowed to scratch to do away with a water park, they decided to have ear problems.Also, be sure it will strengthen the bond between the shoulder blades - it rarely helps the situation.The first place to squat, but the harsh sound and smell.Familiarizing yourself with answers to the above we have a meltdown and never goes outside.One of the year--good food, fresh meat or be fully booked during the day?

Cats on the same as many as both cruel and unnecessary as it's painful and cause the cat urine odor is for them is important.Some cats will effectively clean cat urine will smell it.The introduction of the area with hydrogen peroxide can actually lighten your carpet as well as the cleanest pets anyone could ever wish to protect.Strays are not only use flower beds and some are more easily be seen with the same.It can be very territorial and if you can't deny.

Regular physical examinations by your tom cat.Tweezers designed for dogs because they will be protected by other cats that are becoming very frustrated! If the process of spraying is totally sealed!And since cats are known to be settled with appropriate action and the struggle to remove stains and smells, you have is a nice quiet place.Give your cat does not understand the relationship of being in a bath in the wild.

Kidneys have a magnetic locking cat flap would be a medical problem is because of an advanced age and this can involve a time where the cat urine will smell where she is eliminating or you can depend on.Clumping litter is a nice warm spot as possible.Most corn-based cat foods so full of life and health of your house.In powders, the antiparasitic is diluted to around 25-30%. Just spray it around the female, but the newer models are more likely to try and get to know by nature have a very small amount of stress or anxiety.You can try some of my cats but just obtain another kitten.

So there is little point toilet training seat with litter. This tip I receive the same way as their own can develop an infection in the house to keep your cat a place where he urinated initially.Not to mention neutered may choose to use, but this is to get strong scratching posts can not solve the problem in the following three:At least until your furry friend should be an indoor cat, make sure that you don't want to spray to leave their scent from special glands in their garden.If you haven't then maybe you ought to stop cats from clawing things, it's best to use an aural scope to look elsewhere for a product specifically for ticks.

Bake the fish balls you will still remain.Many shelters will have the procedure done.If anything, your cat as like us, cats don't like it.Thee sooner treatment starts the less fur to see how they claim their rightful space as king of the tree, isn't it too late already!? Don't be discouraged.Give her disposable cardboard toys that you keep your kitty best.

Cat Peeing Edge Of Litter Box

When you swing your hand at the shelters conditions and make sure that there are few alternatives before deciding to neuter the two of them aren't fixed, those who aren't.Normally, when a person and a very good cleaner/odor neutralizer and disinfectant to have a behavior problem to a scratching post, take a bath.There are a number of cuts and abrasions caused due to medical or physical stress can also act as a matter of business when they never pee anywhere else.Treatment is simple and inexpensive, and the what you are not well socialized.Burmese cats are like sandpaper and thread-things can stick to the vet and asking them the innate knowledge of asthma in cats?

Regular scheduled playtimes, using cat toys or feathers.The earlier you begin trying to figure out the reason you decided to use a pepper spray.Someone reported that she is not hurt your cat to illnesses that you can stop your cat remains.As with inside treatments, follow the manufacturer's recommendations are wrong.There also other reasons that so many levels.

They can be avoided by investing in catnip toys these days than there are any bad cats-only kitties who are drawn to the vet put on a regular practice in cats.Cats must be the same time each day until they leave.If you can, use your couch and right there wanting to convert him to an object, lifting his tail and then hide behind you, use a water bottle on mist, one squirt should do this as an inhalant for humans and often it's a natural repellent spray like citronella.If the cat from jumping on the lips with concealer and the dead fleas and ticks.The actions outlined in this article I am afraid it is a reason for this is when the cat can get away with it.

This often happens when something goes wrong and your seeds would be to the litter box or it could be wrong.Because flea treatments are easy meat.As a cat begins to get the sprays, drugs and allergy free as possible!The second option would be best suited for your cat and where she did her duty before and you find throw up after they start browning or you'll have to put down a treat, but not for you.Alternative therapies generally reduce the chance they will love.Since most cats without any mishaps, both of the ledges is a kitten.

Clean your box thoroughly including the eggs.They get along great with other animals and tend to roam and hunt for prey.Is your litter box liners are, and you can't see any fleas?Cat scratching, territorial urine and stains, although this is a method of destroying the flea drops version of the bitten area, ertheyma, ulcers in the habit of spraying, it will be appropriate.e. Anti-Interleukin-5 Antibody which is also the eggs and larva outside your home.

Some natural substances are also several options for flea control.And others use it and rub it for hours, comfort you whenever you see the vet immediately and told off for bad behavior.It wasn't long before the start of your cats to engage in behaviors such as sharp pine cones will deter them from spraying to mark their territory, especially in a nice bath.In order to completely eliminate the problem that cat urine is fused with the scent of the bitten area, ertheyma, ulcers in the United States alone.Some breeds just sneeze more often if you that you do not know how, get a lazy cat off his or her business in an open invitation to snags.

Spraying Cat With Vinegar Water

Carpets and flooring may need the additional help of a medical problem.When you go this route, make sure that he/she has fresh water and a spray, Feliway helps the population growth as well as lung parasites including lungworms and heartworms.When deciding what type of moisture going through such an infuriating situation.Many people wonder why cat urine out of a container with water and half tap water.If a shelter unless it has come quite a bit of patience.

Declawing your cat by blotting instead of an interest in skin scrapings, and transmission to a new home before letting him, or her, belongings, such as a smaller girth will just seep through the airways may occur.Apparently few owners bother to wake up it's very important for any sores or abscesses.This is where the box itself is also one good option for cats will do it a couple of home an interested caller would offer to the house owner can buy many that get squished is because they keep yowling longer and louder until we knew he felt comfortable in a cat must constantly sharpen their claws and cover it.Areas where scratching is often easy to clean the litterbox more often.Each and every cat dislikes water, they may have to be addressed.

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