2023.10.04
“Loved you from the first moment I saw you.”
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kotor thoughts came in with a steel chair and smacked me in the head and now i have feelings about Atton and my exile, Rens i had to doodle out before starting work :')
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what a recently employed amnesiac sith scout and a depressed exile ship mechanic have in common?
I made this a while ago and forgot to share here, my bad. Left is my girl Revan and right is my baby Exile, or Jesra and Phebe if you're feeling fancy.
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There was something Revan once told her that Meetra never forgot. No matter how much time separated them.
“Did you know the greater Firaxan octopod dies when it lays its eggs?” he said, with all the enthusiasm of a twelve year old who liked gross things. “The hundreds of tiny hatchlings feed on the body until they’re big enough to hunt for themselves.
Malak, tender hearted child that he was, frowned and said it was sad.
Meetra, who could admit she used to be a bit much, said, “It’s a perfect example of the Unifying Force. There is no death, there is the Force.”
“That’s very wise,” Revan replied, straight faced. “Which Master will you eat?”
The conversation devolved into outraged laughter and name calling.
It was a silly fun fact. One idle moment in what would become long and storied lives. Yet she remembered it at the most bizarre moments.
Revan asked her to disobey the council and join the war.
Did you know the Firaxan octopod dies when it lays its eggs?
Dxunn burned.
Its children feed off of the body.
Malak slaughtered an entire Mandalorian tribe.
The Firaxan octopod dies when it lays its eggs.
She blew up a planet and ended a war.
The children eat their mother’s corpse.
She stood before a council of the men and women who raised her, stripped her of her rank, her lightsaber, and the Force.
And she wondered. Did the greater Firaxan octopod hate its children, for what they demanded of it? Would it choose death in old age and extinction, if it could?
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