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ergomaria · 8 months

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Shores of the Cosmic Ocean - Chapter 04

Revan's plan to end the Mandalorian Wars in a single, decisive day is successful. But it comes with a heavy toll. The Republic's greatest commander falls while activating the Mass Shadow Generator, a superweapon they personally approved of to win the war. Alek and Meetra survive. left with the daunting task of securing the Republlic's victory as decisively and efficiently as Revan would have. They can only hope that they succeed.

Four years later, Alek and his daughter are trying to live a peaceful life away from war and politics when a ghost from the past threatens to destroy the fragile life they've built...

Blinking rapidly to stop a wave of dizziness from overtaking him, Malak wondered, "So, there wasn't any reverberation? Revan was concerned about that, but it sounds like they had no reason to be."

"There was some. But, um…" Gently settling herself on the edge of the medical cot, Meetra placed a soft hand on her friend's thigh. It was the type of comforting gesture that the other Jedi had come to fear throughout the war, a sure sign that bad news was incoming. As foreboding gripped his heart he suddenly realized how quiet the room was, devoid of the bustle and shouts that usually filled the medical bay after a large battle. The silence was terrifying, only broken by the blonde carefully murmuring, "Alek… Squint… I wasn't the one to order the weapon's use. And it wasn't my ship that was in the blast radius."

The words were spoken plainly, but Malak could sense the dread filling each syllable. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly too dry. "Then whose was it? Nobody else in the fleet was authorized to know about the Mass Shadow Generator and only three individuals could give the command to use it. Me, you, and…"

"It was Revan. My portion of the fleet was swarmed by a vanguard of heavily armed Mandalorian vessels. They far outpaced their main fleet and our flagship so that they could reach me first. I'm not sure if it was a group of warriors still bitter over Dxun or if they had intel that I was in charge of a special weapon, but…"

"So, what the hells happened out there?"

The composure of a battlefield commander fell away as Meetra's eyes filled with tears. "Almost half of my fleet was taken out before Revan reached us. I was going to order the use of the weapon to preserve the rest of our vessels, but my ship was boarded. I was injured and… Revan brought the flagship around to act as a shield while their troops provided support to protect Bao-Dur. He… he needed time to prepare the Mass Shadow Generator."

"And where's the karking flagship now!?"

"Revan gave the order to activate the weapon. Due to their ship's defensive positioning, they were in the blast radius. Some of their crew managed to escape using the shuttles, but…"

The world was going black around the edges as panic seized Malak's mind and a high-pitched ringing echoed in his ears. "But what? Where the kriff is Phae?!"

"They weren't on any of the recovered vessels. We performed multiple scans of Malachor's surface but so far there have been no signs of life… which is exactly what they planned for."

A cold lump formed in the Guardian's gut, the sensation spreading out to his limbs. "But that's not… They can't be…"

"They might not be dead! But… but their ship was destroyed by the weapon, torn apart and slammed into the planet again and again…" Meetra shuddered at the memory. "We smashed Malachor into an unrecognizable graveyard."

"So they're down there somewhere! You and I both know they might be capable of protecting themself in a crash that severe, so you need to send out a search party now!"

"I can't, not until things settle." Swallowing hard, the Sentinel whispered, "Remember I mentioned that there was a… reverberation? Right after the Mass Shadow Generator was activated, I felt the Force scream with the pain of everyone caught in the blast. It was… I couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't even think. And then everything went silent. It was over within minutes but for an instant, it felt like the Force died."

"...What!? I thought you said that you weren't affected by the damn weapon!"

"I said I was barely affected, which is true. I feel fine now aside from one hells of a concussion. But in that moment, I couldn't reach out to the Force. And that might mean that Revan…"

"No! They're stronger than both of us combined. If anyone could push past that sensation and survive…"

Read the whole chapter on AO3!

#star wars #kotor #kotor 2 #revan #the jedi exile #alek squinquargesimus #nonbinary revan #malak x revan #revan x malak #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #kotor fanfic #kotor 2 fanfic

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queen-scribbles · 16 days

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I'm gonna give you every part of me//You fit my broken pieces perfectly ----

Last @emedeme art of this round, I went nostalgic with Evony/Bao-Dur bc Obsidian can say he's not romancable all they want, he is in my heart. 💕

#kotor 2 #knights of the old republic 2 #jedi exile #evony xara #bao-dur #evony/bao dur #all hail the first time i ran into the WYM I CAN'T HAVE THAT ONE?! wall #and promptly starting writing fanfic in my head #basically evony/bao walked so taviloth could run xD

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aliquistis · 11 months

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kotor drabble

Just a little snippet that hit me while playing Kotor 2. I have basically no energy to write during the summer so it's nice when I get grabbed by inspiration.

Fandom: Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords

Pairing: Atton/Exile (Exile is Kade Vesper)

cw: very brief and vague references to blood/violence

Words: 601

"Well." She stepped closer, standing next to where he sat in the pilot's seat. She looked out at the great wide nothing of space in front of them. It'd be a long trip to Nar Shadaa. "I'm going to bed."

She turned towards him and smiled. He pretended not to notice. Then she laid her hand gently on his shoulder and he couldn't pretend that away, so he glanced at her sidelong.

The smile. Bright as morning on Alderaan. Bright as the fires she'd left on Malachor V.

"Try to get some sleep, Rand. In a bed. Sleeping in this chair is going to mess up your back."

He didn't respond, and the hand dropped away. Some distant, stupid part of his mind wondered what he might have said to keep her there. He banished it, locked it away behind a fresh round of pazaak, tossed in a little wave of annoyance to further bury it.

She glanced at the expanse before them. "And don't stare at the stars too long. You know I've heard of spacers going nuts 'cause of that."

Atton scoffed. "Between you, the old witch, and boy wonder back there philosophizing about morality and destiny and all that other garbage, I'll consider myself lucky if it's the stars that get me."

She laughed. He busied his hands with the controls. Busied his mind with cards.

"Goodnight, Rand."

He heard her turn. He didn't look up.

"Night, Kade."

He fought it. He really did. His shoulder seemed to burn where she'd touched him. He sat and stewed for long seconds before the impulse broke him and he turned to watch her walk away. Down the hall now, robe brushing silently against the well-worn grating of the ship, just past the communications room. Almost immediately, he snapped his eyes back, rolling them like the traitors they were. He raked a hand over his face, pressure hard and palm gloved, relishing the discomfort it brought. Like a splash of cold water, it dragged him back to his senses.

"Get it together, Rand," he muttered. His eyes trailed downwards, following the movement of his fingers as they fell from his face.

How many times had he looked down at his hands and seen them busy at work? Pressing into skin or digging into flesh? Coated in blood or covered in black? How many times had he looked down and not seen them, cloaked by a stealth field mere moments before he struck a vital nerve on his next target. His next victim.

They'd always been steady. No matter the horrors he inflicted, the cruelties he'd seen, they'd always stayed steady. Begging, crying, screaming: nothing could shake him. Neither threats nor seductions would waver his resolve.

But when she smiled at him-

He clenched his fingers into a fist.

"Get it together."

He wouldn't let hope, of all things, be what broke him. Not after two wars and a body pile that could wall off the cockpit door. He lowered his hands back to the controls. Work. He needed to work. He needed to plot a course.

His eyes drifted up as his hands moved, meeting his own reflection against the backdrop of the stars beyond. A wan mirror of himself; the poor surface made his cheeks look sunken, his skin paler, the bags under his eyes deeper. A face he should recognize.

"Rand," he repeated, meeting his own eyes.

The dashboard's keypad was warm under his touch. Warm like blood that pooled between the webbing of his fingers, fragile like a pulse that fluttered in panic against his palm.

"Atton Rand."

#kotor 2 #knights of the old republic #atton rand #atton x exile #fanfic

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revanknightwoman · 9 months

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kenobiactual · 2 years

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In The Blazing Heat

A Star Wars Fanfic

CHAPTER ONE

Kellen had fallen on some hard times. This had been the third job he'd lost this month, and his funds were falling dangerously low. He had come all the way out to Mos Espa from his parents' moisture farm to put his education to some real use and earn some money for his family to live on. But so far, it hadn't looked too promising. He may have known his way around the holonet, and any kind of problem it could pose, be it programming errors, viral infections, lost data, or missing computer part, but no matter where he went, there always seemed to be a better man, woman or some unidentifiable alien species for the job.

He had skipped over the desperation phase, and was now looming dangerously over despair. He wanted, needed to, at very least, return home with some sort of earning, some token of his achievements, something to show that his efforts had not been wasted. But no matter what he thought of, all he could picture was the disappointed look on his father's face, the poorly masked grief on that of his mother's, and the burden of having failed to meet his family's expectations.

If he were on any planet aside from Tatooine, he'd swear it should be pouring rain. It would suit the image so greatly if it would – the way he trudged home to his dinky apartment-complex, head hung in despair, another washed up nerf herder, failing to get by in this neck of the galaxy.

"Step right up folks! This is a one in a million chance to get your hands on the most dazzling creature on the outer rim!"

Kellen turned his head up to see the long, pointy head of an old looking Anx, and what looked like an entire speeder cart of downtrodden alien creatures, ranging from Wookies, Squibs, Noghri, Ugnaughts, to Humans like him. It made him shudder to think that each of them was bound for a life of harsh servitude followed most likely by a painful, humiliating death.

"This lovely young lady has been groomed to perfection to take care of all your needs," the Anx rattled on his sales pitch. "Her massages are second to none, her dancing promises to leave you spellbound! And she can be yours for the low price of…"

Kellen lost all perception of the slaver's prattling as he laid eyes on the creature at the end of his chain.

It was a red skinned Twi'lek female, adorned in about as few body wraps as were legally allowed, her lekku head tails wrapped to the tip in black leather. Though her head hung low, her face averted from everyone, her eyes came up and made contact with Kellen's for the briefest of moments…

"You sir, you look like a fine, strapping young man, on his way up in the world!" the slaver called out to him. "What do you say to this fine beauty?"

Kellen had to fight to draw his attention away from the gorgeous Twi-lek. "Uh…I'm sorry…what?"

The slaver just smiled. "Stunning, ain't she? The red skin means she's a Lethan Twi'lek, one of the rarest in the galaxy, and this baby has been raised from birth to serve her master. No worries though, she's still untouched if you know what I mean. That particular honor is reserved for-"

"How much?"

"I'm sorry?"

Kellen wasn't even looking at the slaver. He was still focused on the Twi'lek. As gorgeous as she was, it was her eyes that seemed to captivate him the most. Her eyes that were silently pleading, begging to be set free from this life of imprisonment. For her to have only known slavery, for her to be doomed to this for the rest of her life…

It was unlike Kellen to act so impulsively. He didn't honestly think he could afford her anyway. But some part of his brain told him that the least he could do is check to see if he could buy her out of this life of servitude.

Normally slaves fetch a higher price, but I am a bargaining man, no?" The Anx gloated. "So for this catch, I would say…50,000 credits."

Kellen checked his pockets. Not enough.

His brain told him to walk away. He didn't want to have anything more to do with this. But something in the back of his mind told him this couldn't end here.

"20,000."

"Are you mad!? I've already given you an incredible discount!"

"30,000."

"40,000, if you forgot the package with the chain and whip. No lower!"

"Normally slaves go for over 100,000 credits," Kellen pondered aloud. "For you to offer them at such a discount must mean there is something pretty contraband about these slaves. Maybe they didn't meet the inspections requirements? Or are carrying some sort of disease? Either way, I don't think you want the Hutts digging into the matter."

The Anx's eyes narrowed, his yellow skin taking on a darker hue. "Are you threatening me, sir!?"

Kellen remained calm. "Are you calling my bluff?"

The Anx fixed Kellen with a stern glare that Kellen threw back with equal intensity. Finally, the Anx seemed to grow tired of the ordeal, and let out a sigh.

"35,000. Any lower is theft."

Kellen double-checked his last earnings. He had enough.

"But at this rate, she comes with nothing but the clothes on her back," the angry Anx declared, unchaining the Twi'lek from his speeder cart. "And don't you come back! I don't want anymore trouble from you!"

He muttered a few words in Twi'leki before giving her a harsh shove in Kellen's direction. Kellen caught her in his arms instinctively, and was amazed at how tiny she felt in his arms. Working long hours on his parents' farm had sculpted him into a well-cut young man, and while he didn't consider himself physically fit, he could surely hold his own in a fistfight. As a result, the tiny Twi'lek felt like a starved animal, and when his fingers touched her skin, he could feel she was trembling.

He held her at arms length and stared at her. Her face, while remaining pointed at the ground, was raised just high enough to sneak the occasional glance up at him. Kellen blushed at the scrutiny, and glanced down at her body. She didn't appear to be unhealthy, she seemed rather scrawny, and if her trembling was anything to go by, Kellen could tell she probably hadn't eaten in days.

"Come on," he said to her kindly. "Let's get you something to eat."

She said nothing. She didn't move.

Kellen held out an arm in the direction of the street. "Come, this way."

This, she seemed to understand, and followed obediently behind him as he strode down the path. Every time he paused to allow her to catch up to him, she stopped, remaining behind him at all times. Finally, he reached back and took her hand in his and practically pulled her alongside himself. At this, she seemed to be confused, but eventually got the idea that he wanted her to walk beside him.

What had he just done!? Kellen had practically wasted the entirety of his funds on this girl, and for what? Just to ensure that one Twi'lek girl go free? Yes, slavery was a horrible practice that still went on despite the Republic's anti-slavery laws. Yes, he found it revolting! Yes, he wanted to, if he could, set every slave free, but the fact of the matter was, he lived in the real world, and if he didn't look after himself, he wouldn't last much long, let alone be able to support even one more hungry mouth to feed.

Which begged the question: What now? Sure, it made sense to buy a slave for the purpose of setting them free, but the horrible truth of the matter was, most slaves didn't know how to live. None of them had any of the basic life skills needed to get proper work and support themselves. Twi'lek females in particular, even those coming from upstanding families, still sometimes sank to the darker corners of the underworld, especially on Tatooine. And this girl, who had been raised since birth for the sole intention of making her a slave…

But something about this girl had struck him. Was it her eyes? The look of tortured desperation in her face? The knowledge that this had been all she'd known in life? The knowledge that this was all she ever would know? Kellen couldn't guess. But he was committed now – the Anx clearly wouldn't be giving him a refund should he change his mind. His parents would most likely not be pleased.

He'd have to get rid of her at some point, he realized. He just simply couldn't support her. If he took her to his parents, begging for alms, they would surely disown him, thinking he had gotten hitched to some back alley bimbo. It made him sad to realize he could do so little for her. At least, setting her free gave her a chance she might live up to something more.

At any rate, he'd have to keep her around for at least a little while. There was a sand storm coming his way, and they'd just barely make it to his shabby little apartment as it was.

"Here," he paused, taking the bantha wool cloak off his back and draped it over her bare shoulders. "We've got to hurry."

She hadn't spoken a word to him, and nothing about the way she acted made him think that she understood a word of what was coming out of his mouth. So, once again, he took her by the hand and hurried along the hard packed sandy path to his rented corner of a sandstone hut on the east end of Mos Espa.

He scanned his data card and the door whooshed open, revealing a sparsely furnished single room apartment complex. With the exception of the refresher unit, the living, dining and sleeping area were all in the same room. Although what passed for a dining area was just a low floor table with a single frozen food box and steamer, and the living area was basically a couch. The holopad he carried with him was about the only source of entertainment, and that was solar powered, so it would only last a few more hours before it shut down.

Kellen opened up the food box and removed two slabs of frozen bantha flank steak and put it in the steamer. He couldn't help but notice the Twi'lek eying the steaming food, occasionally licking her lips. She must have been starving.

After heating it, he set one of the two slabs on a plate with a knife and fork, and watched how she handled herself. Apparently, slaves weren't raised to eat at civilized tables, for she simply overlooked the knife and fork and picked the piece of meat up in her hands and began gnawing on the entire piece.

"No, no…" Kellen said, holding a hand out.

The Twi'lek looked confused and set the food back onto her plate. Her mouth was watering, but she still obeyed the command, probably under fear of the lash.

Kellen sighed and picked up her knife and fork and cut the flank steak into bite sized pieces. She watched in fascination as he skewered a single piece on her fork and offered it to her.

She looked at the metal instrument for a moment, before leaning forward to bite the piece of steak off the fork he was holding. She closed her eyes as she ate – Kellen could see how hungry she was, and could only imagine how good the steak must have tasted to one raised on slave rations. He offered her the fork, and she experimentally skewered another piece of steak, and stuffed it into her mouth. Then another. Then another.

Kellen smiled, and started on his own steak. He was barely half finished when the Twi'lek wolfed down the last of her food, and was eying his hungrily.

He sighed and pushed his plate across the table to her. "Go ahead…"

A look of delight spread across her face, and she gobbled up the rest of his share. Kellen couldn't help but smile. Retrieving two water canisters from the freezer, he opened them both and offered her one just as she was finishing her meal. She took the canister eagerly and guzzled down the precious water. Kellen doubted she'd been afforded much to drink either.

He drank down half of his canister and offered the rest to her, which she didn't hesitate to drink.

This girl was going to start straining his resources pretty soon. He had maybe enough food and water for another week or so. If he didn't get rid of her, high tail it home, or find another job by then, he was bantha fodder.

"So, do you have a name?" Kellen asked, making conversation as he wiped her face clean with a towel. There was obviously a lot he'd have to teach this girl.

She didn't respond. She just looked at him, curiously. No doubt, she was wondering why he was being so generous with her. That or calculating how much she could get out of him.

"What is your name?" he asked again.

He was wasting his time – she didn't speak basic. He'd have to find a translator droid if he wanted to make any headway with this girl. Maybe he could find a program on the holonet.

"Look…" Kellen put his hand on his chest. "Kellen."

He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to get the message across.

Obviously, it wasn't working.

"Kellen," he tried again, tapping his chest. "Kel-len."

Again, he placed his hand on her smooth red shoulders. Again, she said nothing. Gods, why was she wearing so little? She was bound to freeze at night so much skin was showing. And it was awfully distracting, the black leather body wraps covering her feet, waist and chest. Not only did they not leave much to the imagination, but the black complimented her red skin gorgeously, clouding his mind with unholy thoughts.

This did not bode well. He wasn't about to share his bed with her. That just wouldn't do. It'd be no different than had he bought her with the intention of actually using her as a slave. She would have to take the couch, but it was doubtful he'd be able to communicate this to her. Gods, the girl didn't understand him at all.

Giving up trying to get her name, he took her by the hand and stood up, pulling her to her feet. He then led her to the couch, and gently sat her down on it. Pulling the bantha wool cloak off his back once again, he draped it over her so that she wouldn't freeze.

"So…it's time to go to sleep now, so…" he made a gesture with his two hands under the side of his face. "You can sleep here tonight, ok?"

She just looked back up at him, curiously.

Kellen sighed, making his way over to his bed on the other side of the room and kicking his boots off before plunking down on the bed. He glanced back at the Twi'lek, who hadn't moved from her sitting position with his cloak draped carelessly over her shoulders.

"So…goodnight…" Kellen waved before hitting the light switch on the wall next to his bed. He laid his head down and went to sleep.

In a matter of moments, he heard a rustling sound over by the couch, and he smiled. She must have gotten the idea after all.

Then he felt something in his bed with him, and he immediately switched the lights back on.

Blast, this girl could move fast when she wanted to!

"Hey!" he yelped at the Twi'lek, who had settled in right next to him on his bed. "What are you doing here?"

She said nothing. She did nothing. She just stared up at his face, a look of pure innocence on her face.

"Get back on the couch," Kellen pointed. "There's not enough room for two on this thing."

She just stared at him.

"Go!"

She didn't move.

Why wasn't she listening to him? He was pointing, she must have realized what he wanted her to do. She had obeyed his instructions earlier over soothing her own hunger, what was making her stop now?

Kellen let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine…"

He got up out and bed, leaving her there, and settled down on the couch himself.

"Good night!"

He flipped the lights off and rolled over.

Moments later…

CLICK.

"Oh come on!" he groaned, seeing her this time curled up next to him on the couch. She was barely staying on, clutching his body for support, which she promptly lost as he got back to his feet.

"Make up your rutting mind!" Kellen growled, making his way back to his own bed.

He kept his eyes on her this time, waiting for her to move. She still sat there on the couch, looking curiously at him.

"You stay there now…" Kellen pointed again. "Stay!"

After a short pause, he lied back down on his bed and turned off the lights.

Sure enough…

CLICK.

"We're really gonna have to work on this, missy…" he sighed as he stared down at the still innocent look on her face. She was practically on top of him now. Each time he switched beds, she had drawn a little closer to him. Was that what she thought he wanted? For her to sleep closer to him? It's not that he really minded, but her skin just felt so smooth, and the contact was driving him mad! Her body was so warm to the touch, and he wouldn't have possible been able to get to sleep with her holding him like this.

As though in the hopes of pleasing him, she then wrapped her legs around his waist, further closing the distance between them. The conjoining of her legs met him squarely in the lower abdomen, and her barely concealed breasts were pressed up against his chest.

"Gods…" he clenched his eyes shut. "You're impossible…"

He couldn't have guessed why the Anx trader had given him the discount he had. Maybe he was trading damaged goods, maybe he wasn't. Whatever reason the slaver felt this girl had fallen short, it was not for her lack of sexual appeal.

"I'm not doing this," Kellen muttered down at her still innocent looking eyes. "You understand? I'm not about to go through with this. As soon as I find you some decent work, you're out of here. I'm not your master, and you're not my slave. And I'm not about to take you, not now, not like this."

The Twi'lek blinked, before unwrapping her arm from his back and placed a hand on her chest.

"Talia…"

Kellen blinked. "What?"

Her eyes glimmered, and for the first time since he first saw her, she was smiling.

"My name…" she said in a soft, waxy voice. "Is Talia."

#twi’lek #star wars #star wars fanfiction #sw kotor #kotor 2 #old republic #oc #fanfiction #fanfic #romance

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gffa · 1 month

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This is not telling you "do this", but if you ever want a "category" to recommend fics of again, a part of me is wondering if you came across any "Anakin realizes the manipulation and decides to try to annoy Palpatine into a stroke" fanfics?

This comes from me playing kotor 2 sick of kreia (who I think is a big part of the anti Jedi sentiment we've commiserated about) and deciding to antagonize her on purpose

You know, if I'd known I was going to be at this for 8+ years or whatever, I would have started tagging my recs better when I first started, because I love rec lists suggestions, but so often I get paralyzed by trying to remember fics and eventually my brain just refuses to work on it anymore and I don't get them done. ): That said, I don't think I've read any fics like that, so if anyone has a fic like that, please jump in! (I promised to come screaming at @everyoneprotector next time I had a fic-finding quest, SO PLEASE HELP US. <3) (Someday I will have to play KOTOR, just because it's such a huge part of the fandom, I just. Gotta get through like 20 recent books first. 😭)

#lumi.txt #star wars #fic search

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imfromthemiddlekingdom · 8 months

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Felony saying that everyone in the universe can access the force if they tried hard enough makes me want to deck him in his fugly face

He’s ruining all established canon in real time. Speed running the absolute destruction of continuity of the SW universe and people are still rooting for him and his blorbo self inserts like there’s no tomorrow. Literally the whole reason I no longer engage in Ashoka content is because he massacred my girl and made her so one dimensional that my Mary Sue self insert fanfics OCs I wrote when I was 14 looks well developed compared to the absolute bland “girlboss kick ass take names” personality Ashoka has right now.

There were so many opportunities for him to explore the absolute potential of angst and conflict within Ashoka in this new series, to give her character a believable story of grief loss and growth yet he threw it all away because he wanted his OC to be the specialist girl that ever lived. This series could’ve been used to explore Ashokas conflicting feelings regarding the Anakin that taught her and was a mentor to her whilst trying to connect it to the monster that killed her family and hunted her culture into almost extinction and tried to kill her, a person he confessed to love as a sister, on Malachor. It could’ve been a good send off to a great character, to have her face that the Skyguy she put on a pedestal in her mind was in actuality the worst sort of scum and have her try to come to terms that just because she can forgive him for being the genocidal maniac he was and still hold love in her heart for who he used to be and also understand why the Jedi, her family, wasn’t the reason for their own downfall.

But alas. We got another series of “the Jedi caused their own downfall!!! Anakin did nothing wrong ever and him killing all my family and everyone I’ve ever known is so not his fault!!! It’s definitely the fault of the unbending stuck in the past council!!!”. Instead of a series that could’ve made Ashoka’s “departure” (literally never going to happen with felony at the helm, he’s going to find a way to make her immortal and then show up 200 years in the future to be the protagonist of another light v dark fight since she’s his special SI) from the series tie in nicely thematically and canonically with every other Star Wars media we have, he decided that the best way to have this series go down is 1) everyone is force sensitive if they tried hard enough ig and 2) the Jedi were bad!!! Their protocols don’t work! They were mean to my little meow meow Anakin Skywalker the greatest Jedi of all times™️ therefore he got to kill them all!!!!

Got a bit off topic but I’m still so mad that he had this chance to make Ashoka truly experience growth like the first 5 seasons of TCW yet he decided maintaining the badass rebel without a cause aesthetics for her was more important then good story telling.

Honestly though, my main problem with this series is that he decided that apparently everyone in the universe can be force sensitive if they “just tried hard enough”. Like your Midichlorian Count no longer matters since even if you were Force-Null you can still be special!!!!

This takes away any and all urgency in the Jedi Fallen Order games. It makes Cals journey absolutely redundant. It throws away all the tragedy contained in having inquisitors being force sensitive kids kidnapped from their parents and tortured till they give into the dark side. If all beings are able to use the force in his universe then there are no consequences to the inquisitors not finding the Holocron that holds the names to all force sensitive children in the universe. There would be no need to them to chase Cal and the Mantis Crew throughout the universe to obtain what they have. They could’ve just went down to any random level in Coruscant and take homeless Force-Null kids and train them.

Even better! It makes the entirety of the KOTOR games redundant!!!! Oh and I guess the hidden path is also redundant since everyone can be force sensitive and no one truly needs more saving from the empire over others :/ totally not like these kids that were saved by the path would’ve been taken and tortured into inquisitors, definitely not since EVERYONE is force sensitive nowadays or is it just the ones Ashoka trains herself because she’s the “living embodiment of the daughter uwu she’s so special and unique look how well she can train a non force sensitive to be force sensitive!!!”

Everyone in the Star Wars universe has Midichlorian’s in their blood. That is a fact. It is also an established fact that the amount each person has is different and is not determined nor dependent on lineage. Force-Nulls typically range in the 1000-3000 count and you need 7000 to be force sensitive and higher to be accepted into the order. (The order isn’t the end all be all of force cultures, Rouge One shows that Jedha’s force culture isn’t restricted to only force sensitives as the Guardian’s were never specified to be only a religious order of force sensitives. And high canon doesn’t depict many other force cultures but we know that there are many force cultures in the universe that co-exist with the Jedi with which the Jedi weren’t in opposition towards; literally not even the witches of Dathomir were oppositions anywhere outside of the battle fields.) You don’t need to be force sensitive to be part of a force culture (Jedha literally has pilgrims who come far and wide to make a pilgrimage to the holy site and not all of them were force sensitive), Sabine could’ve very easily been taught the tenets of the Jedi without retconning her to be force sensitive or making everyone in the universe force sensitive.

No where in either the EU or High Canon did anyone ever say that you have to be force sensitive to be a badass or to make a difference. Hera did not hold the title of the best pilot in the universe just for some rat of a man to come and say that Anakin was the best because *muh force sensitivity!!!!* Some of the most heroic and most influential (good or bad) people in the franchise are Force-Null! And that’s great! It means that the force doesn’t make anyone better than anyone else! It’s a quirk of the universe! To retcon that everyone can and is force sensitive if they tried hard enough is literally cheapening everything the franchise stands for. Andor did not literally give us an entire story about how Force-Nulls in the Galaxy makes just as much of a difference as force sensitives for felony to come out and say that “you know what??? Midichlorian’s are a scam! You get a force sensitivity! You get a force sensitivity! Everyone gets a force sensitivity!!!!”

Sabine was great as she was in rebels, why cheapen it with “oh she’s actually force sensitive all this time!!!” When we could’ve stuck with badass Force-Null Mandalorian can kick your ass five ways to Sunday with her paint bombs and blasters you force wielding asshole!!! Like why even do that felony. Do you want people to hate her??? Nvm ofc you do, you need Ashoka to be the best in every way possible even if it means ruining every other beloved character in this franchise👍

#Star Wars salt #star wars #ashoka series #Ashoka Tano critical #anti anakin skywalker #anti Dave Filoni #fuck you felony I want to punch you in your rat face #Ashoka series critical #the Midichlorian count should mean something felony!!!!!#why are you making Ashoka a Mary sue😭 literally give her a personality that isn’t kickass take names please I beg #sw salt #I hate it here #jedi positive

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kotorgiftexchange · 8 months

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You have to make two offers but can list up to 20 characters and/or pairings per offer. You don't have to do this many, but the minimum is 2 per offer. Please be descriptive with your DNWs again, this is where I will determine if you are matched with someone that won't upset your triggers. The additional tags are the most important part of your offers because it will determine what YOU ARE MAKING. Please, if you are writer, only choose fanfic. If you are an artist, only click fanart. If you do both, you can choose to offer one or both.

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#kotor #star wars: knights of the old republic #star wars #kotor 2 #knights of the old republic #star wars knights of the old republic #kotor gift exchange

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sjbattleangel · 7 months

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Continuing form this post.

2) Lily's clear bias for SWTOR and KOTOR II as "the only Star Wars media that matters" shows when she uses SWTOR and KOTOR II's method decoupling the light and dark side of the force from good and evil respectively as an example of "making Star Wars more interesting".

But Lily keeps forgetting a few little things:

Even in her beloved SWTOR AND KOTOR II the Sith are still portrayed as power-hungry fascists bent on committing galaxy-wide genocide against the Jedi. This is clearly seen in KOTOR II'S Kreia: a manipulative fascist and secret Sith Lord (as well as the game's primary villain) who constantly deceives the player character for her own ends!

The Sith code was NEVER meant to be this uplifting, altruistic "code of honor" but an absolute vow of the might-makes-right ideology! After all, it was inspired by Mein Kampf. Don't believe me? Ask David Gider, one of the lead writers/co-creator of the original KOTOR:

Yes, the Sith Code was literally modelled after Nazi rhetoric.

What's this? "Palpatine wasn't evil because he was Sith, he was evil because he was a career-politician."

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No, Lily! Just no! Palpatine was Sith because he was evil! He embraced the dark side because he was evil! Don't you get it? On second thoughts, no you don't since in your mind: The films (except III, II and VII) and spin-offs (animated and live-action) don't count, all because they're not your precious edgelord, kill-'em-all power fantasies.

Whenever I see videos like this or fanfics like The Sith Resurgence, I don't see the work of someone who loves Star Wars but the work of someone who hates Star Wars.

#lily orchard #lily orchard critical #lily orchard is a hack #anti-lily orchard #star wars #the sith resurgence #tsr #knights of the old republic #the old republic #lily orchard is wrong

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trifoliate-undergrowth · 1 year

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I also hadn't fully finished Undertale back when I first started writing fanfic for it but in my defense there I HAD watched a playthrough of it before starting my own. and have since beat it myself

I have 169.1 hours of Hollow Knight in 3 saves bc I enjoy playing it so much but none of those saves are Complete as in they have Reached an Official Ending

I don't remember why I stopped playing KOTOR I think I just lost the video game vibes and never came back to it, similar with Dishonored

DA:O and Hyper Light Drifter, similar but I initially stopped when I got frustrated with being unable to beat specific very early missions

Disco Elysium: I literally died of frustration in like one of the very first parts of the game. like Harry just lay down on the ground and started screaming about how much he wanted to die while Kim was just there like🧍 Could never figure out what I was supposed to be doing so if you have tips on that in case I try to pick it up again that is fine (but for most of these I'm not really interested in advice I just think it's funny there are enough I haven't finished to make a poll)

#tumblr polls #video games #personal (ok to rb)

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ergomaria · 1 year

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Miles To Go Before I Sleep - Ch. 13

The Sith Emperor has finally been banished, at least for now, leaving Vann with one final task to ensure the safety of the Republic that he fought so hard to protect. He must train a new generation of Force users and prepare them for the inevitable moment when the Emperor returns, something that might not happen for centuries. But he is not alone and the task ahead is far from impossible. For the first time in decades, the Revanchist's future is bright, something that's almost overwhelming as he struggles to finally make peace with his past.

"I… I think that I'm done running off to save the Republic for a while. Or I'm at least done saving it from the Emperor. He'll be back, I'm sure of it, but it won't be for a long, long time. Not in my lifetime, anyway. Which, I guess means that it's finally over. Kriff. It's over…" The stunning reality of admitting this out loud caused Vann's voice to catch in his throat and he gasped, his entire body going limp as a warm rush of relief swept through him. He tried to say something, to crack a joke or make a flippant comment, but the only thing that came out was a thin, strangled sob.

Wetness spilled from the former mercenary's eyes and he burrowed his head into his partner's shoulder partially to hide his tears, but mostly because he needed someone else to physically support him as he finally accepted that yes, this entire ordeal was finally over. Even without the Force Carth seemed to sense this and he tightened his hold on the other man, pressing feather-light kisses against his temple while rubbing circles into his back.

"Hey, it's alright. Let it out." At this point, the captain was the only thing keeping Vann on his feet. "It is over. You won against that son of a kath hound and saved the rest of us in the process. I honestly can't begin to imagine what you're feeling right now, but I'm hoping that you can finally find the peace that you deserve."

Already flushed and sniffly, Vann hiccuped, "Do I really deserve it? After everything I've done?"

"Yes, undoubtedly so." A brilliant cascade of reassurance flowed through the Force bond, glowing brighter as Bastila embraced her mentor while also providing another body to lean on. Resting her head against his shoulder, she murmured, "In fact, I dare say that you're allowed to be happy."

"If I'm supposed to be so happy then why can't I stop crying?!"

"Because you're relieved, overwhelmed, and probably still in some pain." Laughing gently, Carth cupped his partner's cheek as he gazed down with pure affection, "You've spent over a decade working to save the Republic from a threat that nobody else knew how to confront or even sense and, after all that time and sacrifice, you finally succeeded. The Republic is safe thanks to you. You're a hero three times over."

Resisting the urge to wipe his nose with the back of his hand, Vann muttered, "I don't feel like a hero."

Bastila remained close, the bond still shimmering with her unwavering support. "I think that's the best sign that you truly are one."

"And as a hero, you've earned a rest. I know that you made some type of promise to train your students to guard the Republic for generations to come but…" Carth's tone was pleading. "I'd really like to see you take a break."

"Besides, your goal of training others should be quite attainable considering that you have at least one student willing to help you achieve it." Smiling gently, the former Sentinel murmured, "You've imparted a great deal of knowledge on me over the years and it would be my pleasure to share it with others. What you've decided to do isn't a burden, it's a gift to the galaxy. There are many more Force users out there who will benefit from your guidance and the wisdom that comes from your breadth of experience."

"But for kriff sake, don't think that you have to wake up tomorrow and throw everything you have into teaching. You can do other things, too. Preferably things that don't involve running off and picking a fight with an immortal Sith, or searching for an ancient weapon left by a lost empire, or rediscovering a forgotten dark side academy…"

Hastily interrupting the pilot, Bastila clarified, "I think what Carth is trying to say is that, for perhaps the first time in your life, you can choose whatever comes next."

That concept was almost too enormous for Vann to consider, especially given how physically and emotionally exhausted he was. Throughout his existence, there had always been a larger mission for him to complete or some greater goal for him to achieve. The Jedi, the war, his mercenary work, the Star Forge, the Sith… his responsibilities had been endless. But now the only thing before him was a single, long-term plan that was easily attainable with just a little help from his many friends. It wouldn't consume all of his waking moments, nor did he want it to. He had plenty of time to do whatever he pleased, which was an idea so staggering that he couldn't think about it without the possibilities overwhelming him.

But the immediate future was easy to envision. Breathing through the last of his sobs, Vann grinned weakly at Carth. "Right now I just want a hot bath. And maybe a nap in our bed with you next to me."

The pilot nodded approvingly. "Both good choices."

A sly idea entered the former mercenary's mind. "After that, I want to finish repairing H-Kay. I know one of you did something with the control cluster that I need to get him working again. Don't deny it!"

The cold buzz of guilt breezing through the Force was all the proof that Vann needed, even before the bond slammed shut on Bastila's end. Staring accusingly as his Padawan cautiously backed away, he was about to demand exactly what she'd done with the missing part when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and carefully but purposefully pulled him away from Bastila. Despite the cracked ribs Carth had suffered during the crash, he was still more than capable of physically steering his partner through the hangar with surprisingly little effort.

Clearly determined to distract the other man, the captain cheerfully chirped, "So, how about that bath?"

Vann could easily escape the hold but the effort required was more energy than he felt like expending. So, he allowed himself to be half guided and half dragged towards the hangar exit all while continuing to glare at his apprentice over his shoulder. The effect was probably less ominous than he intended, though that didn't stop him from shouting, "I'm going to get my kriffing droid back. You both know that you can't stop me!"

Both Carth and Bastila sighed at this announcement, though they didn't deny its truth. By now even the Sith Emperor knew that there wasn't a sentient in the galaxy who could stop the Revanchist once he set his mind to something.

Read the whole chapter on AO3 or FF.net

#miles to go #not perfection but completeness #kotor 2 fanfic #kotor fanfic #meetra surik #the jedi exile #female exile #vann chis #male revan #carth x revan #revansi #star wars fanfiction #my wriitng

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