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sullustangin · 2 months

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Fluffy February Day 23: Dance

A/N: I am officially now caught up, with Reward being posted earlier today and Sacrifice and Partners being posted yesterday.

Time: 25 ATC, 6 months post Eva and Theron getting married.

This is part of that yet-to be-fully-written fic about the galactic celebration for the end of the Eternal Empire/Fleet that Lana planned, because she didn't get the coronation for Eva that she wanted. The first part was prompted by @commanderlurker back in 2021. Then I commissioned @caffeinatedrogue to illustrate the outfits for the gala...

And now I'm about another 2000 words into this venture, but y'all are getting the most relevant 924 for Fluffy February 2024.

“Oh, no.”

At some course in between the main and dessert (Eva forgot how much cheese and more wine had pass through her hands and/or paid an extended visit), Theron said something that sounded more sad than snarky, for once.

“What?” she purred over the rim of her wine glass.

“Jace.”

“Are you still –”

“No. Not that.”

Eva finally looked over at Theron and then followed his gaze to –

Jace.

And Satele. She’d shown up. She’d actually shown up, and in her old Jedi robes – not the recent ones. The ones with the gold trim, her hair neatly braided. She actually looked like she was here to politely celebrate and mingle, as if she hadn’t disappeared.

…

Eva realized she hadn’t said anything to Theron, again.

But based on his expression, Theron wasn’t think of that right now. “…I worked security at one of these things, years ago. Before I knew who he was.” Theron shifted in his seat and took a big swallow of his glass of wine before continuing. “It was really, really sad then. When I found out everything… it hit me like a sack of rocks later.”

Eva shifted closer in her seat toward him, so he could keep his voice low.

“He asked her to dance. One more time, for old time’s sake.”

Almost in pantomime, Eva saw the same thing playing out again.

“She refused him. He told her he understood, that he wasn’t going to try to start something or win an argument. He just wanted to celebrate with someone ….”

Theron’s hesitance won Eva’s attention again. There was some dull and dead outrage there, some sort of frustration. But mostly, Theron just looked sad. “Someone who survived the war like he did. Someone, who saw it all, like he did. He wanted to dance with his friend.”

Theron carefully, deliberately met her gaze, as if concerned his emotions would spill all over the table and interrupt dinner. His hand found hers.

And there was Jace, reaching one more time, and having nothing in his hands. Not even his old friend.

Satele had already turned and found a convenient floor-to-ceiling window, disappearing behind the curtain. Eva knew she was a good enough slicer to escape out the window. So did Theron. They didn’t move to stop her.

Time to dance, Eva decided, with one last glug of wine.

“Colonel Malcom.”

His heart in some strange place between his boots and his throat, he turned, already correcting the speaker, “That’s Supreme Commander –”

Jace stopped himself. Eva. Theron’s wife. The Commander of the Alliance.

He felt himself come off the high wire that Satele always put him on. If she wasn’t a Jedi, he’d wonder if it was on purpose. He knew it wasn’t, but that didn’t stop him from feeling that way, all the ways, he did about her. “I haven’t been Colonel since Alderaan.”

“And you’d have to be what, twenty-seven years younger now in order to take me out to dinner?” came the quick-as-a-whip answer.

And suddenly, he was back in that room with Brom and that absolutely audacious smuggler –

Jace’s brain stalled as he realized --

“I knew I’d met you before,” Jace managed say, staring at her. “It…it just wasn’t at Keylander.”

Eva smiled, mischievous and high-spirited, looking more like she did at 23(ish?) than she did now at 30 (Jace had sent a Jawagram, like he did for Theron).

And then, a moment of absolute, abject panic. “Does Theron know that you --?”

“We’ve been joking about that dinner offer for ten years. On and off,” she replied, waggling her hand in reference to the years lost in carbonite. As if it was joke, and it didn’t mean so much to them –

Eva rolled on, as ever, ebullient and the absolute life of the party. “So, obviously, I’m going home with Theron tonight, and I’ve already had dinner. What say we have a dance?”

Jace felt his mouth drop open, slightly, but only for a second. “I – it’s not necessary.”

…as smart as he knew he could be, it was only now that Jace realized she had seen Satele and felt bad for him and –

Probably, so had Theron. Jace cast a look over at the table where Eva and Theron had been sitting.

…there wasn’t an empty seat beside Eva’s. Theron was still there, talking to the woman who had sat at Eva’s left, Lana Beniko.

…he hadn’t chased after her. He hadn’t left Eva behind.

….good for him. Good for them.

“Oh, come on, Colonel. One dance between old friends.” Then Eva let a pause come between them, just long enough to make him look at her and that really pretty dress. “Your feet will thank you for my friendship with Lenn of House Teraan.”

That name clicked, in a bad way, for Jace. “He… you know he didn’t survive the Eternal Fleet barrage on Alderaan.”

Undeterred, Eva straightened up, and suddenly, she was every bit … not the Voidhound, not a queen or empress, but someone who certainly demanded that sort of reverence: the Captain. “We’ll toast to absent friends later. The living can dance.”

As if by magic (or on cue, knowing her), the band struck up some ubiquitous waltz that everyone had danced to before, and Jace picked up the first step, and off they spun.

Jace supposed, twelve years after he’d turned her down for dinner and six months after she’d married his son, he and Eva were old friends.

And after a few wars, that was hard to find.

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #jace malcom #oc: eva corolastor #theron shan x smuggler

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pawsimses · 2 years

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Know what? Here's some random HCs from one of my Legacy verses because I feel like it

Kira and Lana are sisters, Lana being the older of the two. It isn't a well known fact and the two don't fully reconcile with their relation until after EoO. Prior they had a typical sibling rivalry as children and a tense strained relationship as adult upon reuniting years after Kira ran away.

"Kira Carsen" isn't Kira's birth name. Haven't decided her birth name yet but since she's Lana's sister she's a Beniko. Kira Carsen was the name she gave herself upon fleeing the Empire as a means of a fresh start, amongst fear of being found out as a runaway Sith acolyte.

Jaren Beniko is a high ranking Sith Lord in this (Kelsa was not). A stern but oddly soft man with his daughters and a no-nonsense strict officer in the field, he had a way of getting around situations through negotiations rather than drawing his saber, though he wasnt afraid to get his hands dirty if provoked (a trait he passed to his eldest daughter Lana). Was actually a Dark Council member in his early years prior to Kira's disappearance. Loved his daughters dearly. Because of his nature and odd habit of less ruthless approaches for a Sith, there was a rumor he was once a fallen Jedi. Still working on him but may roll a SW class for him.

(YES I'm playing here w the Benikos are Kenobi ancestors theory)

Ancient Sith Purebloods were dragons. Subsequently modern Sith, even humans, can become big lizard puppies if they tried. This is due in part to virtually most Sith sharing bloodlines w ancient Sith. Types of dragons varied/vary from fiery breathers to acid spitters to poisonous nibblers.

On the dragons note, though they CAN most Sith DON'T unlock the dragon form (it's a pain/not well known knowledge/assumed to only be from select bloodlines (which is bs)). The only known participant is Vowrawn. Because course he would. It surprised nobody as Vowrawn is from a very rich and old Sith family, almost considered nobility (Almost...😏).

On that note, Krovos and Shaar are Vowrawn's daughters through a past arranged marriage (now dissolved). Though he commited to the union only to appease family (neither spouse were in love), he does love his daughters and is proud of them and actively retains good relations with them presently. His ex and him are on good terms (they aren't Sith).

Mako is Force Sensitive in my verse (as is my BH). She was, obviously, never found by the Jedi; as a clone, and therefore part of a secret project, her name and identity were not held on Republic records (SIS files only). On top of that, her abilities are not as visibly apparently compared to other FS and she doesn't use them openly much (like Raina). She learns a few techniques from my BH, an ex-Jedi Initiate himself, and the two form a close sibling bond.

Post LotS Kira and Nadia are a married couple. They met before briefly during vanilla but only got to really connect upon joining the Alliance. Kira was the first to realize and have very much Bi Panic bc oh no. Knight Grell is cute. Very cute. She's so pretty when she laughs. She's got beautiful eyes halp-

Nadia however, was the one to make the first move, through various sputtering and flustered words, so nervous much pinning. Kira could only keep kissing her after that. Nadia will admit first she cried from happiness.

They are adorkable I love them ❤️

Jaric Kaedan and Syo Bakarn were quietly involved together prior to the First Son incident. It fell apart after Syo was arrested and brought before the Council for trial. Only then could he watch as his now former lover now looked at him with disgust. The heartbreak was something that plagued Syo just as bad as the guilt over the First Son's actions for years to come after. He truly loved Jaric.

Though not extreme nobility anymore, the Bakarn family is still very much elite and one of the more famous families on Corellia. These days they run a successful distillery business, which keeps them up in the ranks as one of the more prosperous names. Syo holds a share of the family's company.

Syo has two younger siblings. His brother (middle child) is an immature spoiled person who latched onto their family's title and status, preferring to drink at the cantinas around Corellia and flirt with potential lovers (ur 42 Jack stop). Syo doesnt get along with him at all. Syo's sister (youngest) is a gentle kind soul with a heart for helping those around her, though she has issues with temper and differing opinions. Syo adores her and she acts as his confident when he's home complaining about their brother lol

Jaric was born and raised on Tatooine. It was not a happy childhood and he strongly refuses to discuss it (AKA me brain can't decide on what to do there lol). Doesn't like sand. Satele is, for all intensive purposes, his adopted sister. She fills the hole in his heart left by the loss of his younger sister and he often sees her through Satele. Zho was a suggorate father in place of his bio one, whom Jaric has negative opinions about. He quietly regrets never reconciling with Zho.

May make an AU out of it but for a short time, Saresh almost became Theron's stepmother (she and Jace were seriously dating). Theron wants to vomit every time he remembers.

Jace has dated other people outside Saresh post Satele. But it doesnt last. His heart only belongs to one.

Marr did love Satele in his own way posthumously. It's not exactly full romance but...he cared deeply for her.

And that's all for now lol

#swtor #swtor headcanon #kira carsen #lana beniko #nadia grell #darth vowrawn #darth krovos #darth shaar #jace malcom #satele shan #jaric kaedan #syo bakarn #theron shan #darth marr #mako

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thenachlegacy · 1 year

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Was anyone going to tell me that if you romance Theron and side with the Empire on Iokath that you get a cut scene of him aiming a gun at Jace and when Jace dies he has a cutscene like “tell your mother I’m sorry” and Theron is distraught? Did I have to find that out myself? Yes. Yes I DID and I’m SAD.

#WHAT #IM CRINKLED #WHAT THE HECK #OHMYGOD???#star wars #swtor #game: swtor #swtor stuff #star wars the old republic #jace malcom #theron shan #swtor iokath #war on iokath #iokath #swtor expansions #shan #the shans

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anchanted-one · 1 year

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“Father”

This is a part of my new ‘Book of Heroes’ series, but I wanted to post it right away

It’s a story of Jace Malcom receiving an unexpected guest. It takes place days after SWTOR: Annihilation, and is a variant of the first scene I dreamed up for my OC Jasme

Jace was home at 1800 sharp today. He had been giving himself some time lately, perhaps due to the recent revelation which had shaken his life. For over twenty-four years, he had been a workaholic. Satele had been the last person he had given his heart to. After her sudden radio silence, he had dived into his work with a near all-consuming abandon. The Supreme Commander Malcom would not have taken the risk of defending Duro a few months ago; but with the knowledge that he had a son, had been willing to gamble. To hope.

It had made him reflect on a lot of things that he had done over the years. The many hard decisions which Satele would have condemned as actions of the Dark Side. He wondered now, this late in his life, if they had been truly necessary.

The idea that he had family… softened him, somehow. Made him more alive than he had been in years; pulled him out of the hard, ruthless soldier he had decided he was.

He entered his apartment, returning his sentries’ salute, and immediately hit the shower.

He groaned as the hot stream began loosening his muscles, and cleansing his mind. When he got out, he saw that someone had been trying to reach him. Despite the mess of emotions he felt after the past month, he decided to call back, just in case it was something urgent.

“Good evening, Grand Master.”

Her eyes did not linger on his body, but she gave him the soft smile that had once driven him crazy. “Good evening, Supreme Commander. I hope I’m not interrupting?”

“No, not interrupting, but I need to ask if this is urgent.”

She tilted her head at the question, and Jace felt a little weary.

“Not ‘urgent’, exactly, but one of the Order’s brightest Archivists has asked to meet you. I was hoping you’d accept her request.”

“Didn’t think the Grand Master would have time to petition on behalf of a lowly Archivist.”

“Unfortunately, time is a luxury these days. But Jasme’s a special case.”

“Well, I’ll see what she has to say,” Jace grunted. “But I can’t promise her more than twenty minutes of my time.”

That more than merely amused her; he’d never seen her toss her head back and laugh so hard before. “I’d wager five hundred credits—and a date in the Grande—that you’ll give her more time than that. Have a good evening, Jace. Be nice to her.”

Jace felt disconcerted but sighed. He threw a standard physical training uniform, the sort he wore casually around the house, as well as the more casual of gatherings for soldiers. He was just about to notify his security about a guest, when he got another call, this one from Theron.

“What is it, Theron? I’m sorry to keep this brief, but I’m about to receive a guest.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was calling about,” His son gave him a rather happy smile. “I heard Jasme’s coming over.”

“You know her?”

“Quite well. I thought I’d give you the head’s-up. She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met; kind, thoughtful, and honest. In fact, the Jedi often say this about her; she’s the happiest drop of sunshine in the Galaxy. You don’t have to feel like this is some big news interview.”

“Got it. I’ll try not to make her cry.”

And now he was treated to a roar of laughter from his son. “That’s like, the last thing I’ll ever worry about! No one hurts Jasme. Enjoy the evening, Commander.”

Jace was really feeling stumped now. What the blazes was going on? Was he having some strange dream?

Corporal Gibson called in before he could recover. “Sir, you have a visitor from the Jedi Archives. One ‘Jasme’.”

“Send her in.”

He headed over to his bar and began pulling out glasses and plates. He heard the main door open, and spied the young woman as she entered the room.

“Come in,” he said politely. “Please, have a seat. Is there anything I can get you?”

“Whatever you prefer, Sir,” she gave a very gracious bow that he only half-caught. “I’m sorry to intrude on your personal time, but…”

“It’s alright. I have the greatest of respect for scholars and researchers,” he assured her. While it was not entirely true, he did respect the need for such people. They were the ones who would tell past generations how to do better; by telling them what mistakes to avoid, or what paths to follow in difficult situations. He himself had used knowledge presented from the Jedi Archives to plan particularly interesting but obscure manoeuvres. “I take it you’ve come to talk about the Battle of Duro?”

“Erm… only tangentially, Sir. There’s a more important matter I need to discuss with you. Allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Jasme.” She paused as he put the bottles of Chandrillan blue and Corellian Nectar on the counter. “Jasme Shan.”

He wheeled around in surprise, looking at her head on for the first time. She gave him a sunny smile, then bowed again. “I am Jasme Shan, and I am Theron’s twin sister. Your daughter. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” She frowned slightly. “I can’t believe Theron found out before I did. I thought I had the advantage, being around Mom all the time! And I heard he wasn’t even looking!”

“Please, slow—slow down.” He staggered to a chair

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she apologized. “Bad habit. I ramble.”

“No, no! Don’t be!” His befuddled brain finally made sense of what Satele had said. There was no way he would be throwing this woman out. “Don’t be!”

He didn’t need proof, he could see it. Unlike his son, this girl was not a halfway between each parent. She had Satele’s figure and face, the same shape of her eyes, and nose. Her eye color though… it was the same brown as his. Her complexion was the same as well.

And she had his height too, she was one of the few human women he had met, who could look him straight in the eye.

“Here! I’ll get those drinks! Please, just sit down. I know it’s a lot to process.” She moved behind the bar and began mixing the drinks. He watched her as she poured them out, the daze fading at last.

She was wearing a form-fitting, long scarlet gown made of a bright scarlet fabric, and intricate golden embroidery. There was a holdout blaster belted to her slim waist, and knee-length black boots on her feet. She wore a bracelet on her wrist which had a lovely yellow crystal embedded in it, a crystal Jace was certain was used in Lightsabers.

She sat down beside him, carefully placing the drink in front of them. “So… has it started to sink in yet?”

“A little… why didn’t Theron…?”

“He was too stunned to mention it the first time you met him. And after… well, he called me as soon as he got his wits back. And I asked him if I could break the news myself, once the Ascendant Spear crisis had ended.”

“I see. Makes sense, I suppose.” He frowned at a sudden realization. “Wait! You knew about the Ascendant Spear? That was supposed to be top secret!”

“I helped Master Gnost prepare.”

“Ah, of course. He’s an archivist too.”

“The Master of the archives!” she smiled. “My boss.”

Jace chuckled, and took a sip of the cocktail. “So…”

She tilted her head. “Well… honestly, I’m at a loss too. I’ve dreamed of finding you for so long, but…”

“You said you had the upper hand over Theron, because you were with Satele all the time...”

“It wasn’t easy, but I wormed my way back into her life. By the time I appeared on her doorway, she had found her balance as a Jedi—there was no more a fear of Falling to the Dark Side. She accepted me back in, though she never stopped saying she didn’t deserve it. For what she did to us. But I forgave her, for my part.”

“I see…”

“She… hurts a lot behind her mask,” Jasme confided. “Always sad, always melancholy. I try to help where I can.”

“That’s… good. It’s good for people to have someone looking out for them.”

“But she—” Jasme shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sir. I came here to talk about you. And about us. If I may, I’d like to talk about her later.”

Jace felt his hope rise. “Does that mean…?”

She took a few deep breaths. “I want your permission to be your daughter,” she said firmly. “I’d like to meet you as often as I can. If you’re able to hear me call you ‘Dad’, that would be fantastic, but I can see how that would feel weird right off the bat.”

Jace swallowed a lump in his throat, but for the first time in years, he couldn’t contain his emotions. He wiped away moisture from his eyes that Jasme did not comment on, but when he opened his eyes, he saw her looking delighted.

“I… I would love that,” he informed her.

“Yes!!!” she did a charming little victory dance before looking at him again. “Um. Also if you don’t mind, I’m something of a hugger…”

“It’s not my style, but…” he laughed his first genuine laugh in years. “I’ll get used to it!”

He felt her arms lock around him the second he got the words out. He inhaled in shock as he returned the hug. This was really happening!

She held on tightly for a few seconds before chuckling. “You reacted exactly the way Mom and Theron did before they got used to this. Guess I’m the standout in this family! Not that that’s a bad thing.”

“Would you be okay if I let people know that you’re my daughter?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “That would be great! I don’t like sneaking around, giving people the wrong impression…”

“I take it the Jedi don’t know about your relationship to Satele.”

She chuckled ruefully. “We haven’t told many people about it. Not that that means much. I’m rather like her in some ways. And a lot of people know my connection to one ‘Theron Shan’. That should be enough to set tongues wagging.”

“I wanted to ask him why he kept her name,” Jace said. “He clearly… has issues with Satele.”

“He’d say it’s an act of defiance,” Jasme’s eyes shone with mirth. “I think it’s love. He tried so hard to get into the Academy, to be close to her. To understand her motives better. When he was denied… he was heartbroken.” Her humor vanished at that. “He cried for weeks before he disappeared. He’d send me messages every now and then, but it wasn’t until recently that I met him again. He can’t let go of her. Of his family. I’m certain Mister ‘I don’t talk about my feelings’ didn’t tell you this, but he was pleased when you found him. He'd given up on being a son, but soon after your talk…”

“Everything changed,” Jace finished. “I know the feeling.”

“He feels… more secure in the galaxy now. Calmer.”

“He thinks about more than just his job?”

She snorted. “Yeah. He came to meet me for the first time in years. He’s starting to feel wanted again, by more than just me. I’m glad.”

“Why aren’t you enough?”

“I… I’ve thought about it for years, and I still don’t have an answer. Maybe he wanted the right to feel angry? Maybe he found me annoying? I can be needy sometimes. Maybe he was ashamed. Maybe he needed someone who made him feel special; since I try to be everyone’s friend.”

“I don’t think it’s a ‘you’ problem. He… he called me before you came. He said you were the nicest person in the galaxy. Said no one hurts you.”

She laughed. “Not to my face, anyway. But I was a little hurt when he walked out on me. And a couple of other times in my life. We’ll get to those later.”

“Of course. I’d like to know everything there is about you.”

She thought for a moment, then gave him a slightly mischievous grin. “Are you absolutely sure you want to publicly accept me as your daughter?”

“Yes,” Jace smiled.

“Then you should know, I’m going to abuse that privilege,” her eyes sparkled again. “I’m going to introduce myself to some of your co-workers, and make them my collaborators.”

“Collaborators?”

“Yes. They’re going to be accessories in my plot to get you to live a healthier lifestyle. Get you to leave work at 1800, eat your meals on time, and so forth. Maybe even get their help fitting me into your schedule.”

“Ah,” he felt a mix of consternation and satisfaction. “You are making me nervous!”

“Good. I’d like to create a new comfort zone for you, one which allows me to drop in more often.”

“You will be welcome anytime,” Jace smiled.

She laughed again, and he realised that he felt a deep happiness whenever he heard that sound. A type of joy he’d long hoped to feel as a young adult, but had abandoned as time had passed.

He was… pleased. He had a son. And a daughter who already loved him, not half an hour after meeting him. Someone who made it clear she was going to fuss about his well-being in a way few did anymore.

The thought shattered some dam which had been standing in his chest for nearly thirty years, and a tidal wave of emotion burst forth which he had suppressed.

But Jasme held him as he wept, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he was home.

#star wars #swtor #swtor fanfic #swtor fanfiction #jasme shan #Jace Malcom

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reconstructionlegacy · 1 year

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Fellow citizens of the Republic. The Hutt crisis is over, and we have again proven that compassion is not a weakness, but a strength.

#swtor #braigwen screenshots #screenshots #jace malcom #leontyne saresh #satele shan #r

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noxjanes · 1 year

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Lost Family

A/n: Hi, sorry I abandoned this account for a couple years. I had a lot of stuff go on and I kinda left tumblr entirely. I still had stuff I had begun and never finished, as well as new ideas and new characters I wanna add to Laisle’s story as friends or adversaries. I have WIPs from pre Nathema so I have a lot to go through and a lot of newer content to write for her story. Plus I never wrote the reunion of Lais and Theron so there is that to look forward to.

Laisle sat in her room on her datapad, looking through the reports Lana had brought her about someone from her past. The report had been found on Dromund Kaas when she was supposedly missing. She had been afraid to look at the report because she did not know what it would entail.

She tapped the screen of the datapad with her slender digit to open the file on her family. The file was fairly small in size, but it had many details on a total of seven persons. The people could only be her family and previous owners if any of her advisers took the datapad, Laisle was sure of it.

[Seven persons taken by the Republic in an attempt to save the slaves from their existence in servitude.

Tamlin Strayer, Vanessa Strayer, Alexander Strayer; All arrested for unlawful possession of persons for multiple years.

Alexander Strayer had 5 year sentence because he was against all slaves in the house.

Vanessa Strayer had a 15 year sentence because she helped acquire and train the personnel in the house as well as restricted food from an infant after birth.

Tamlin Strayer had a life sentence for hurting and manipulating the persons in the house.

Ryan Janes, Taylor Janes, Christian Janes, and Skye Janes were saved by the republic and granted asylum because of their past and the details in it. Family lost eldest born to Sith Academy, presumed dead to all in house and outside.

No information on what happened to Janes family after the exfiltration by Republic.]

Laisle gasped after reading about the Janes family as her parents had potentially survived as well as her siblings. She did not know where to turn to find anything out about her family, Theron had betrayed her and she had just allied with the Republic, but to see a former member of the Dark Council asking for a family granted asylum from the Empire, The small former Dark Counselor just wanted to know how her family was and if she could help them at all, plus she was worried something bad would happen to her family again with her father’s past.

Laisle knew of a briefing that she had with Supreme Commander Jace Malcom later that day, she already had to tell him about a little secret she had hidden from many people. Laisle had been able to hide the pregnancy she had very well, as only a handful of people knew about the child. Lana had helped her get gear to hide the bump in her small stomach, as did Senya with her tips on simple methods to keep in tune with the force. Arcann had offered to protect her in a fight if needed, as had Koth. Laisle wanted to wear her normal battle armor to the briefing, but the chest plate wouldn’t fit over the baby bump that she had had for five months. As she was in her third trimester and should be giving birth in the coming months.

As the briefing closed, Laisle had waddled to where Jace was. She was nervous to tell him about the large being growing in her womb for the past eight months.

“Supreme Commander Malcom, I have a couple of things to speak with you about. One concerns your son, Theron Shan and the other is a personal favor.” Laisle began in her formal Imperial voice. The large male before nodded his head in acknowledgement, allowing the Sith to speak.

“The first matter is on your future granddaughter, and by future I mean soon to be granddaughter. I’m pregnant with Theron’s kid.” Laisle explained as she rested her hands on her stomach and leaned on a nearby consol.

“I figured he was the father, I didn’t want to be unreasonable and ask to be sure though. May I feel her, if you are comfortable with it?” He inquired at the tiny Sith lord in front of him.

“Of course you can.” Laisle responded, grabbing the large hand of the male in front of her, placing the hand on the lower right side of her abdomen where a vicious kick had been happening during the conversation. The Commander smiled at the force of the small creature’s kick.

“Wow, that must be painful for you. What was the second thing you wanted to talk about?” Jace expressed.

“One of my advisors found an old report from Dromund Kaas that mentioned some people who the Republic extracted from the Empire. I knew some of them when I was younger and I was wondering if the Janes family could meet some people here.” Laisle explained, while keeping how she knew them out of the story.

“I can see if they want to, they don’t trust Imperials because of some classified information.” Jace expressed with sorrow written on his face.

“I hope they do decide to meet some people, they might see not everyone from the Empire is bad, and some of us do want to do good for others.” Laisle finished the conversation, doubtful that she could ever see her family again of their own free will, or with her having her true accent. Laisle understood why her family would be hesitant to see her again, especially given that they thought she died.

“I doubt they will ever see it that way, but I will talk to them and see what they say. If they ask why, what should I say to them?” Jace asked.

“Tell them it’s just some people who have seen the worst the Empire did and we want to show some of us are different and sorry we couldn’t help them.” Laisle explained she was afraid to say that she was their daughter they thought had died or that she tried to help them as an apprentice, but she couldn’t.

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"You are going to learn your lesson, young man. One way or another."

Jace's voice was stern as he tightened the ropes bound in an intricate pattern around Theron's tense, flushed body, holding him up to the headboard of Jace's massive bed. His aching, dribbling cock throbbed in time with the way his son's twitched, trying desperately to get contact, friction, but he was securely held, shaft straight out in the air, nothing capable of stimulating it. Jace sighed.

"Theron, this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you."

Theron growled under his breath, squirming. Bullshit. It already was hurting him more than Jace, as far as he was concerned-- his skin burned with unsated lust, his legs and the backs of his thighs with stinging welts and blisters left behind by Jace's belt-- the first time he'd used that instead of his dry fingers to make his point about punishment not being for fun-- and his ass inside and out: outside from the whipping he'd gotten earlier, when he was first tied up in this humiliating position, legs stretched and spread, feet toward the ceiling and thighs to his chest as he sat up, able to look over the leaking tip of himself but completely incapable of moving. Inside, whatever thing Jace had stuck up him this time to keep him from clenching or rocking on it was lighting his already raw insides on fire.

He'd been in this ordeal for hours, since his latest fling had been kicked out: overnight in Jace's room, on his bed, tied up, and the next day cleaned out with awful, stinging meds and gallons of water forced into him, his body unable to hold them in without a plug.

"Have to get all the bad stuff out of you for this one, sport." Theron had squirmed in place, stomach roiling with cramps and begging, pleading with tears in his eyes to be allowed to release as Jace stroked his sides and stomach. "Shhhh. Should've thought about that before you brought home another little slut, huh, buddy?"

Between fillings with water that made him look pregnant, and injections of glycerin... up there, that made his guts try to turn themselves inside out, he had progressed from using his pain tolerance techniques, to whimpering and whining, to sobbing openly onto Jace's shoulder, terrified of what his body was doing without his control, yelping and babbling as he felt the syringe at his entrance. He nearly threw up.

"Please Dad no please not the glycerin please please please don't it's gonna hurt don't make it hurt Dad please oh fuck I'm sorry please please--!!"

"Shhhhh." Jace swept his big, warm hand up and down Theron's back. "Yep, it's gonna hurt and you're gonna cry, but you have to learn. You have to learn. Let it in." He'd choked on another sob, short of breath, hyperventilating in between wracking cramps. Jace waited until he relaxed just the tiniest bit, stopped clenching just a little, before cooing praise into his ear. He kept injecting it into him, kept making his insides try to become outsides, shushing him and rubbing his back even as his thumb moved on the plunger to make the pain worse and worse and worse.

He didn't even get a break while his body was resting between the rounds of soapy hot water and cleansing tablets and stinging glycerin being pumped into him. Jace had been working up all day, from spanking him by hand to paddling his ass with a brush and finally whipping him all the way down his thighs with the belt. Theron knew he was going to be black and blue from the waist down by tonight, and that it would last for weeks, but there was nothing he could do or say to make it stop.

Well. Almost nothing. But if he was going to be good, good for Jace, he couldn't do that.

"Alright, champ. You're all cleaned out, looks like you're ready." Jace slid his huge thumb into Theron's abused ass, wrapped in a rough washcloth to catch the last little drips of water. As he drew it away Theron could've sworn it was streaked pink with a little fresh blood. "How you feeling?"

He gave a soft, broken sob.

"Poor thing. Sounds like you're ready too. Just one more thing." He pulled a strange, knobby thing from somewhere, along with a tie-on jockstrap. "This is a special herb to help you learn not to clench that ass, son. If you can hold it in until I tell you it's okay, then it goes in the trash can. If it comes out of you, it's getting coated in pepper powder before it goes back up that ass for the rest of the night. Understand?" He nodded weakly. "So I'm helping you out by strapping it into you. What do you say?"

"Th-thanks Dad," he nearly choked. He was terrified, he was sure his body couldn't take anymore. Jace hummed approvingly as he lined the thing-- some kind of peeled stem or stalk?-- up with Theron's ass.

"Ask me for it," he coaxed.

"P-please... please... put it inside me D... D-Daddy," he whimpered, head leaned back. He couldn't bear to look at it. Jace chuckled.

"That's my boy. You're taking this punishment so well. I'm so proud." As the thing speared him inside-- neither the water tube nor the syringe had stretched him, and it was massive, the width of three of Jace's fingers-- he groaned long and low on his throat. It stung him inside, in all the irritated places rubbed raw by everything coming out of him. When his body, on instinct, clenched down on it to try and keep it from hurting him any deeper inside, the pain exploded, ricocheting through his whole body. It felt like his insides had been replaced by molten lava. He gasped in half a breath, almost choking on it, and howled in pain.

"Take it out-- please Dad take it out get it out of me please fuck I'll be good just get it out of me get it out get it out PLEASE---"

Jace pulled it out a few inches, only for the stability to smack his sore ass with his other hand. Theron sobbed.

"I know it hurts, buddy. You can't be screaming like that now though, your friend's almost here. Now. I'm gonna finish pushing this up your bottom, and you're gonna relax and take it like the little trooper I know you are. Okay?"

"O-okay..." he whimpered, tearing up. He could feel every single bump and ridge of the thing, and there were a lot. Jace pushed the last few inches in, and followed them with his massive thumb, forcing the base of it fully inside Theron and then another three or four inches further still. His free hand was wrapped around his son's shoulders and he squeezed gently as Theron bucked against the ropes and keened. "There you go. Good job, kiddo, hard part's over. Here comes the plug." Another huge width at his entrance. He arched his back. "Relax that ass, buddy. Open up down there or remember what I'll have to do?" He shuddered and forced himself to allow the invasion, wider than Jace, even. He could swear he felt blood trickling. Cold sweat beaded on his trembling body. Jace tied the jockstrap on tight, leaving irritated furrows in Theron's skin. It ran right between his cheeks and held the plug inside. Jace finally stepped back and admired his handiwork.

"Mm, yep. I think you're ready, champ. Let's start your punishment." He smirked at Theron's confused, terrified expression. "Oh no, this was just getting you ready. Now it's time for the part that's really gonna hurt you. Remember, I'm doing this because I love you, baby boy. I love you too much to let you keep bringing these little sluts home. You understand?"

"Y... yes Dad?" he quavered. It was the first time his voice actually shook. Jace nodded.

"Just as long as we're clear." He opened the door. "Jonas! come on in. All ready for you."

Theron stared-- he couldn't help it. Confusion and humiliation mixed, freezing him from the inside out, replaced by a hot prickly wash of shame. But Balkar was barely looking at him; he glanced over, looked Theron up and down, gave a little smirk, but he seemed to have eyes only for Jace as the older man led him gently to the foot of the bed. Right in front of Theron. He eased Jonas down on his back, kissing down from his jaw, along his chest...

"You're so pretty, you know that? This is gonna do him a lot of good, to see how it's really done." His hands rocked Jonas back, lifting his hips, the way he'd always done to get Theron lined up... he tried to turn his stinging eyes away.

"You watch, young man." His voice was a dangerous growl that Theron had never heard directed at him before. "If I see you looking away we're stopping and I will paddle that ass til you can't breathe. You understand?" He sounded like his anger was barely restrained, like if he'd had the paddle in hand Theron would already be getting more licks.

"Ye-es," he stammered, face crimson, terror shamefully clear in his voice. Jonas smirked up at him from under his father-- from where he should be.

"Yes what, sport?"

"...yes, Dad," he ground out.

"Now. I didn't want to fuck your best friend in front of you. But like I said, Jonas-- Theron has been really acting out lately. And he's really left me no choice, isn't that right Theron?"

"...yes Dad," he murmured. It was starting to sink in, what he's about to see. What Jace is about to make him watch. His eyes settle on the small space between their bodies, framed by his bruising legs and hard, twitching, untouched shaft. On his father's hands, fingers slick with lube, slowly stretching Jonas, getting him ready so gently-- like his dad had always done with him. Jonas moaned softly, arching his back.

"I know, they're pretty big for just fingers, huh, kiddo? But you're doing so good. Aw, now look at that, sweetheart..." Sweetheart?! Jace never called him that…

"...you've already got two of Daddy's fingers in you. Yeah, you're being such a good boy for Daddy." A lump started forming in Theron's already choked throat as Jace's hand wrapped around Jonas' cock, his thumb rubbing gently up and down his slit, spreading it as if he was trying to sound him with it, the way that always drove Theron wild.

"You ready to let me fuck you, baby boy?" Jonas looked up at him, doe eyed, flushed, and nodded.

"Good boy. Alright, kiddo, here I come... this is just Daddy's head at first. It might stretch this tight little bottom of yours out juuuust a little bit, and you might feel... kinda funny. But you can tell me if it hurts and we'll go back to my fingers until you're ready, okay sweetie?" Another silent, adoring nod from Jonas, punctuated by a moan. Theron wanted to smack him. But bigger than the anger, swallowing it, even dwarfing the humiliation, was a huge black chasm, cold and impenetrably dark. It ached inside-- like a loss. Like grief at a funeral. It felt like it might tear him in two.

As Jace slid slowly into his best friend, squeezing his cock, softly kissing back up to his lips, coaxing him to open his mouth for a deep kiss, Theron felt something starting to crack inside him, a hairline at first, but with every thrust, the cracks got bigger, as if he was made of thin ice.

"Mmmh... you're so tight, baby boy... must not get fucked very often..."

"N-no Daddy--" Something deeper-down in Theron began to shatter.

"Maybe we'll have to fix that, hm?"

Jace was pounding into Jonas, holding him still, stabilizing him-- the same places he always rested his hands when he and Theron made love-- had he ever called it that before, even to himself? His chest felt tight, his eyes felt sore and swam with tears that he hadn't even realized were welling up.

"I'm pretty close, kiddo. You ready for Daddy to put a baby in you?"

"Yes D---"

"Leth." Their safeword. Neither of them had ever used it before. He didn't even know if this qualified; and it was out of his mouth, barely intelligible through a stifled sob, before he could even think about it. "Leth!"

Jonas lay back immediately, hands up. Jace stood and quickly helped him to his feet. "You good?"

“Yeah,” Jonas said, then “Theron?” Jace was already cutting the ropes with his pocket knife.

“Towels are in the closet at the end of the hall. We’ll need ice and warm water,” Jace ordered.

“Yessir!”

The last rope holding him up fell away, followed by the straps of the jockstrap being cut and snapping off as a towel was stuffed under his hips. He was trying to hold himself together, and it was taking up all the energy he would normally use to complain. He clenched down, remembering Jace's warning, and heard the older man suck in his breath.

"It's okay, baby. You can get it out now, it's over. We're gonna get it out..." Jace eased himself against Theron on one side, his son half in his lap, wrapped his fingers around the base of the plug and then pressed gently down on his belly with his other hand, helping him to push out the plug and the stem--thing inside him. Both were quickly pulled away, wrapped in the towel, thrown aside into the floor. He felt like he'd been rasped out inside, like a juiced orange. Everything raw and aching and nothing left inside of him but pain.

He curled into Jace's chest without another word as soon as he had the bundled up towel off the bed and the ropes cleared away.

“You’re alright, Theron. Everything is going to be okay,” Jace said, stroking Theron’s back soothingly. Jonas came back with a cup of ice precariously balanced in the same hand as a glass of water and a couple of towels tucked under his other arm.

“I wasn’t sure how many…” he trailed off. Jace took the water, wetting the cloth and wiping Theron down. Jonas knelt by the edge of the bed.

“Here, suck on this,” Jonas guided an ice cube into Theron’s mouth. Theron gave him a suspicious look, but the ice was grounding.

“You did fine, kiddo. My brave little boy,” Jace ran a worried hand through Theron’s hair. Jonas gave Jace a dubious look and met Theron’s eyes with a shrug.

“Y’all are fucking weird,” Jonas blurted out, “I know I agreed to that bullshit ‘daddy’ roleplay, but this shit is creepy, man.” Theron nearly choked as a half-laugh/half-sob tore from his throat. Jace raised an eyebrow at Jonas.

“N-not that I’m insulting you or anything, Commander, sir, but it’s weird.”

“Dad,” Theron croaked, “Daddy, I want my clothes.” Jace swallowed, nodded, and left the room.

“I promise, Theron, I’m not trying to take him from you. It was just pretend. I’m here-“ he broke off for a moment, “I’m here for you.”

“For me,” Theron repeated, feeling like a dumb little kid.

“You’re my best friend-“ Jonas said and he probably would have said more had Theron not leaned up and kissed him.

“Mphf-“

“You’re going to let me fuck you. And you don’t get to come until after I do,” Theron whispered in his ear, “It’s only fair.” He patted the bed next to him for Jonas to get on. Jonas was flushed from head to toe as he climbed over Theron.

“Lay down on your stomach.” Theron still was way too hard to ignore. Jonas obeyed his firm instructions and Theron felt a thrill of power at being able to make him submit- even if it was from guilt. Theron moaned when he entered Jonas’s hole and Jace was right, he was really tight. His muscles practically milked Theron’s cock for him and-

“I couldn’t find your jacket-“ Jace started, coming back in. Theron met his eyes, giving another solid thrust that made Jonas moan. Jace licked his lips as he watched.

“Feeling better?” He asked, a twinge of both lust and hope in his voice.

“You don’t get any,” Theron said firmly, “Sit down.” Jace opened his mouth to protest but Theron thrust in a way to make Jonas moan again.

“Theron, please,” Jonas begged.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost there,” Theron soothed. Jace looked wrecked, his erection leaking pre-cum. Theron gave a few more quick thrusts as he nibbled on Jonas’s neck.

“Jace,” Theron moaned as he came. The expression of pure bliss, coupled with the lewd moan of his name had Jace coming, despite never once touching himself. Jonas was humping the bed firmly, his hole milking the final pumps of cum from Theron’s cock.

Once Jonas was satisfied, he rolled over, leaning against Theron’s chest. Jace took a step towards them.

“You’re staying in the other room tonight,” Theron said, “I’ve learned my lesson, but you still need to learn yours. I’m not having sex with you for a week. It will get longer if you go to her.”

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