#theron shan x jedi knight

[greyias]

I wish you would write a fic where... Theron somehow amasses a following of actual, physical porn bots droids and shenanigans ensue

I saw this prompt come in and devolved into a fit of heinous cackling. How, oh how could I resist trying to render our collective Tumblr nightmare into fictional text form?

Context: While not required reading, this is technically a sequel to this stunning crackfic, authored so long ago. If you need a refresher on the Medical Droid Love Triangle Saga, follow this link. Or this one, which is the real villain origin story of this fic. Or don't, you're already cursed if you click beyond the read more of this post.

With special thanks to @grumpyhedgehog, @sandwyrm, @storyknitter, @kitsonpaws, and @andveryginger for providing me with ideas, cursed pornbot summaries, and many cursed HoloNet websites that should never exist. You are not required to read any of this.

Technically rated T, but in reality rated N for Nobody, because no one should have to read this. I'm packing my bags, as my ride to superhell just came. Enjoy.

It had started as such a normal day -- if you could indeed have called any day on Odessen “normal”. What with the galaxy always being at the brink of some disaster or another, and their merry little band of misfits being led by the galaxy’s most notorious do-gooder, Theron’s schedule and to-do list had a tendency to get derailed on almost a daily basis.

This, however, was not how that usually happened.

He’d paused, mid-step, finger still hovering over his datapad, mid-entry as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, slowly dawning horror washing over him. His head turned slowly, like one of those doomed characters in a horror holofilm to look at the droid he’d just passed.

It was one of the new ones that had come in on a recent shipment. So new in fact, that there was still a fleet of them in the middle of being unpacked in the Logistics Wing. Shining, tall and blue, its highly polished quadranium head pivoted to look back at him.

“What,” Theron swallowed, willing his voice to sound even and not give in to the creeping dread, “what did you say?”

“Theron Shan,” the droid repeated helpfully, “is a master lover.”

“Oh no.” The words slipped out of their own accord.

“Just a moment, sir,” the droid continued, seemingly oblivious to the human’s distress, “I’m not quite done with your evaluation yet. Let’s see, where were we?”

“No no no no.”

The round flattened dome that served as its head tilted to one side, beady orange eyes sweeping over Theron from head to toe, before resuming its cheery, if horrifying report. “Subject is an exemplary specimen. In good cardiovascular health, above average muscle tone. Tall, well-built, and very clean...”

“Um,” Theron stammered. “I’m...” Flattered? Taken? Leaving? Wait--yes, that last one. “Going now!”

He didn’t give the cursed machine any more time to continue ogling him, instead taking off down the hall at a very brisk walk that nearly bordered on a jog. His mind raced at he beat a hasty retreat, trying to understand what was happening. It had been over a year since the The Incident, dubbed by some as the “Sexy Spy Virus”, and others by much more crude names, where a little harmless reprogramming had taken on a life of its own. Theron had been meticulous in his coding of the antivirus, wanting to ensure that the entire debacle would be forgotten. There was simply no way that it could crop back in on its own.

“Theron,” the brisk accented tone of one Lana Beniko burst in over his comm, “why did a droid just feel the need to inform me that they found rust on its insides during its last tune-up?”

“I don’t know,” Theron insisted, but his words were almost drowned out by a metallic clanking echoing down the corridor.

He threw a look over his shoulder, and to his horror, saw that his robotic admirer had decided to give chase. 

“I’m going to have to call you back,” he quickly said into the comm as the droid picked up speed from a walk to an all out gallop.

“Theron,” she sounded both concerned and exasperated, which, considering Lana, was about par the course, “what’s going on?”

“Save me!” He shouted as he took off a dead sprint.

In his many years in the field, Theron had been threatened, sure. Shot at? Many times. He’d been drugged. Tortured. Stabbed through the gut with a lightsaber pike and lived to tell the tale. He’d run into Sith, Revanites, bounty hunters, thugs, fanatics and cultists alike. He’d been in more firefights than he could remember, and more covert ops than he cared to. He’d even been accused of being a traitor (although that was kind of the point at the time).

None of that compared right now to being chased down by a droid yelling at top volume claiming he was the best lover it had ever seen.

And this time, he was pretty sure it wasn’t actually his fault.

He rounded the corner from the corridor leading from the Logistics Wing, passing by the Commander’s (and at this point, his) Quarters. HK-55 and Z0-0M straightened to their full height at his arrival. Oh thank the Force, allies.

“Salutations: Agent Shan, you are looking quite spry today.”

“What?” he panted as he approached.

“Yes, Agent Shan, don’t believe what anyone else is saying!” Zeeyo exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. “Your undercarriage doesn’t look rusty at all!”

Mind sharp as a tack, Theron realized the implications of this just in time, and dodged to the side, ducking and rolling as the assassin-turned-bodyguard droid lunged forward to trap him in a bear hug. Not pausing to even catch his breath, as soon as his feet hit the ground he propelled himself forward and further down the hall.

“Frustration: I only wish to profess my admiration for you, Agent Shan!”

“Nope nope nope nope!” Desperation was starting to tinge the edges of his words now.

The metallic clanking intensified as more droids behind him joined in the chase, all of their vocabulators joining in unison to tell him in one way, or another, that he was in fact, the pinnacle of sexual prowess.

Theron couldn’t run forever, despite whatever their programming was forcing them to say, his stamina would give out before the lustftul droids’ power supplies. As the corridor zigged and twisted, he saw an opening in the form of a door sliding open. Without hesitation he dove in, shoving the individual there, thankfully made of flesh and bone, aside as he slammed the door controls.

The door slid securely shut just as the thunderous clanking filled the corridor beyond, their lustful words of appreciation and encouragement nearly drowned out by the racket. Theron hadn’t bothered to look or count, but he was pretty sure that the number had risen from three in the scant moments it had taken Theron to dart from one corridor to the next.

He held up a hand to his lips as he turned to thank the person who had unwittingly provided his temporary salvation. The words of gratitude died on his lips, as he realized exactly who’s room he had sought refuge in.

For a moment, Theron truly considered surrendering himself to the lusty droid mob.

Draike Highwind’s face was caught somewhere between confusion and amusement, but the latter was winning out as he started to decipher individual phrases drifting in from the corridor. A dark brow arched higher, lips twitching with undisguised mirth as the stupid blue droid that had started this whole mess yelled once again about Theron being a master lover.

More seconds passed, the ruckus quieting down, before silence descended once more, and it was finally safe to speak.

“So,” Draike drew out the word, somehow lacing it with more innuendo than all of the malfunctioning droids combined, “what ya been doing, Shan?”

“Nothing!” he insisted, voice still hushed just in case one of the droids could somehow hear.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” His brother-in-law’s smirk widened into an almost feral grin, eyebrows waggling. “Sounds like you’ve been getting... busy.”

One of the greatest mysteries in the galaxy was how one man could make anything sound that dirty. “I was minding my own business!”

“Oh, I bet you were.”

“You’re having way too much fun with this.”

“I mean...” If looks could kill, the pilot would have melted on the spot. Unfortunately for Theron, Draike was apparently immune to that sort of thing. “How often do I get the chance?”

“Did you do this?”

“Me?” Draike let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Stars, I wish I could have thought of something this good! These are memories I will cherish forever.”

Theron massaged the bridge of his nose. “I hate my life.”

“I mean, I’m not really into droids,” Draike went on, either not knowing (or more likely caring) about his brother-in-law’s predicament, “flesh is more my kind of thing. But you know, if you and the little lady need to spice things up by bringing in a little metal--”

“Please stop. I’m begging you!”

“Begging, eh? So you’re saying you’re more into--“

“Forget it, I’m taking my chances with the sex-crazed machines roaming the halls.” His palm hovered over the door sensors.

“Theron, wait!” There was enough urgency in Draike’s voice to give him pause. “It’s dangerous out there, take this.”

At first, he was honestly afraid to look, expecting to be offered something like a condom or some other bad joke, but was surprised to see the other man holding out a stealth generator.

“To escape your fans.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“I know. I’m a genius.”

“I didn’t say that.” He quickly nabbed the stealth generator before Draike could change his mind and frowned at the initials carved in the side in Aurabesh. “Is this even yours?”

“Eh, close enough.”

Whatever, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Theron would deal with those potential repercussions later.  He flicked on the power to the stealth generator which let out a low, almost inaudible hum as a burst of life engulfed his form. He closed his eyes against the sudden burst of brightness, and when he opened them again, dark spots of the light pattern danced in his vision for a few seconds. He blinked a few more times before they faded away.

He waved an arm experimentally in front of his face, and only felt the slight movement of air. Draike didn’t seem to react at all, and that was probably good enough.

“Thanks,” he said, palming the sensor to the door.

Draike rolled his eyes and ambled out into the corridor, looking around with the air of a man all too used to hiding from those looking for him. Theron watched as he raised a hand to a very slowly moving GNK power droid.

“How’s it hanging?”

“GONK!” 

“Oh yeah? You don’t say! I think I saw him head that way.” Draike pointed in the direction leading to cantina. “Just between you and me, I heard he’s sweet on that droid who’s a comfort enthusiast.”

“GONK! GONK! GONK!”

Still hidden underneath the stealth field, Theron had to bite down the urge to make any noise of frustration and just turned an invisible, irritated gaze at the other man’s back. As if sensing Theron’s irritation, Draike just grinned wider.

“Yeah, you know how those spy types are. Always toying with droids’ hearts. You could do better than him.”

“GONK!”

“Oh, you spicy droid! Yeah, trundle off that way, big guy. I’m sure you’ll catch him!”

With a loud clanking, the GNK droid began his slow and steady journey towards the cantina. As the echoes finally faded, Draike casually stretched, pointing towards the direction of the War Room.

Theron skulked on by, but not before giving his brother-in-law a well deserved whop upside the head. The stealth field flickered momentarily on the physical contact before shimmering back into place.

“It’d serve you right to get caught by doing that,” Draike sniffed indignantly, “after all I’ve done to help you.”

“When all of this is over--”

“Hush now,” Draike waved at the air in front of him. “You have bigger problems to deal with. Meanwhile, I will be heading to the cantina. And definitely won’t be live-streaming any brawls breaking out over the Master Lover breaking droid hearts everywhere.”

Theron snorted out an annoyed breath, and checked his urge to trip Draike as he sauntered off, hands jammed into his pockets as he whistled a jaunty tune. Like the purloined stealth generator, he’d have to worry about slicing and corrupting any servers containing evidence of this mess after he figured out how to stop whatever this was from spreading any further.

The upside to this whole unfortunate side encounter, was that the stealth generator made it possible for him to quietly creep around any droids he passed in the corridor. Most seemed to be making a hasty exit for the cantina, almost as if word had spread of Drake’s false rumor about his and C2-N2’s torrid love affair and every heartbroken circuit was flocking in that direction now.

And when he thought about it like that, when exactly had this become his life? Oh, right. Like fifteen minutes ago. Or however long this nightmare had started. Time had sort of lost meaning, if he were being honest.

He managed to make it to the war room, undetected and unmolested, and quietly snuck his way towards the irritable blonde Sith, holding her head in her hands as if she were battling the world’s strongest migraine. As Theron approached the Sith, he could hear her muttering under her breath in frustration. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat, causing her to jerk her head up in surprise.

“Who’s there?”

“Quiet,” Theron hissed. “They might hear you.”

“Oh, for Sith’s sake,” she exhaled, “where in the blazes have you been?”

“Hiding,” he whispered urgently. “These droids have all gone haywire!”

“And who’s fault is that, I wonder.”

“Not me,” he insisted, “not this time!”

“Right,” she said sardonically, “and I suppose that’s why there isn’t a reality holoseries entitled ‘Programmed for Love’ currently being live-streamed in the cantina for the entire HoloNet to see.”

“Damn it, Draike!” Theron cursed. “I thought he was joking about that.”

“Of course. How did I not see that coming?” she muttered.

“I’ll slice in and scrub all of the servers after we figure out this... this... whatever this is?”

“Your insecurities laid bare in binary?” she suggested, oh so helpfully.

“Why did I come to you for help again?”

“Because--”

It was at that point, that a probe droid, currently speeding its way towards the cantina, happened to take notice of Lana talking to thin air, and veered off its intended trajectory, heading straight for Theron’s position near the back of the war room. If the loud alarms and flashing lights were any indication, it had been able to see through his stealth generator.

Wait... those weren’t alarm proximities it was flashing. As Theron watched its rapid approach, he couldn’t help but stare at it in dumb fascination, brow furrowing as he tried to make out the images it was projecting. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost say it was a bizarre mixture of Aurabesh and hologlyphs.

He squinted, just able to make out: “DX-98 🤖🔥 Analytical  Scanner 💋🙏 Okara Droid Factory 🔍🌌💕 Exobiology Research 🥵🍑 Top HoloFans 0.7%!”

Before he had a chance to process any of that, the droid was already upon him, pincher arms spreading wide to snap him up for some purpose far beyond its original programming. He only had milliseconds to react before the droid reached him, when an explosive force sent the droid flying backwards harmlessly, and had Theron landing ungracefully on his tailbone. The stealth field fizzled out with a pop on his impact with the ground.

A familiar figure landed between him and the droid, twin blue scarves billowing behind her dramatically, blonde ponytail swaying with the motion of her movement. A small frown of concentration bunched her forehead as his wife threw a concerned look in his direction.

“You requested rescue?” Grey asked.

“Ah, my knight in shining armor has arrived,” he quipped back.

“I am not wearing my armor.” The frown of concentration morphed into one of confusion.

“I--never mind.” He pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his hands. “Thank you for the timely intervention.”

She graced him with a hint of a smile and a bob of her head in acknowledgment. “Any time.”

“As touching as all of this is,” Lana broke in sourly, “it still doesn’t solve our larger problem.”

“Yeah,” Theron rubbed the back of his neck, “you’re not wrong. It sounds like this has spread across the entire base?”

“It appears that way,” Lana said tightly. “You know, you assured me that all of this had been taken care of the last time we dealt with this issue.”

“Hey now,” he bit back, “I’m a man of my word!”

She snorted at that. “Tell that to the Umbaran Transit Authority.”

“How are you still mad about that?”

“You tazed me!”

“Focus,” Grey said, eyeing the stunned probe droid warily. “If memory serves me correct, you had a program you deployed to revert the programming of the droids the last time this happened.”

“Yes, that’s what doesn’t make sense.” He watched as the holoprojectors on the downed probe droid flickered, hologlyphs flashing rapidly in the War Room’s dim light. “I programmed it to eliminate all trace of the offending code. The only way it could be reappearing now is if someone took one of the infected droids offline before I deployed...”

Lana arrived at the same conclusion right about the time that Theron did, picking up the thought. “I seem to recall a certain someone requesting you replicate your work for less-than-legal purposes.”

Theron angrily punched the button on his comm as he growled, “Gault!”

The Devaronian’s voice came back immediately, almost a little too suave. “Theron! What a surprise to hear your dulcet tones requesting my presence.”

“Gault,” Lana managed to keep some measure of calm, “are you responsible for this current situation?”

“What situation is that?” he asked far too innocently, even as a distant call of a droid’s clanking nearly drowned out it’s loud declaration of the presence of rust on one Theron Shan’s “bolt”. There was a moment of silence before he continued. “Oh! You mean the lustful droids currently running amok on the base?”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Lana said dryly. “My original question stands.”

“I am shocked, shocked and scandalized that my name would be the first to come to mind! Might I remind you, it was one Miss Djannis who requested you create her a Shan Sexbot.”

“Yeah,” Kaliyo jumped in on the comms, clearly annoyed, the sound of metallic brawling nearly drowning out her voice, “I wanted it for hilarious crimes! Not whatever the fuck this is!”

“Gault,” a third voice, Hylo Visz, cut in. From the background noise, it seemed she was in the same location as Kaliyo. “I swear, if you don’t help us figure out how to stop this, when you’re not looking I’ll cut off your--”

“Okay, okay, geez!” He interrupted before his significant other could finish whatever that threat was. “Fine, it was me! I deactivated a droid before Theron uploaded his program.”

“Of course.” Lana rolled her eyes upwards, as if asking the Force for patience.

“In my defense,” Gault continued, “originally it was just to shut the stupid thing up! But then Kaliyo came up with that brilliant idea for the Shan Sexbot Distraction, and I thought, why not hold on to this beauty in case it came in handy for a con?”

The sound of Theron smacking his forehead in frustration echoed throughout the War Room.

“So you know, just had a fun idea come to me the other day, so I extracted the original programming and altered a few things, and tried to put it into a new droid for my plan.”

“Did that droid happen to be a blue medical monstrosity?” Theron was actively massaging his temples at this point.

“I will have you know,” Gault said, “that BL-U3 is a consummate professional. You would be lucky to have him perform a medical exam on you!”

“Yeah, that was definitely his intent,” Theron shot back. “Purely professional and not lecherous at all! Which was not in any of my code.”

“Hey, I never claimed to be very talented when it came to software programming. I may have made a mistake or two when altering your code.”

“May have?!”

“How was I supposed to know that the remnants of the Gemini Frequency code in our systems was going to work after the entire Eternal Fleet had gone offline and deploy your software STD to the entire network? Sue me!”

“I’m considering it!”

Before the mostly pointless argument could escalate any further, the sounds of metallic clanking from above, roughly from the location of the cantina, began to grow closer, the cacophony increasing in volume, until it sounded like it was coming in all directions.

“That is not a good sign,” Grey’s mutter was nearly lost to the noise.

“Hey,” Drake’s annoyed voice cut in over the comm, “my livestream is now officially ruined! I hope you’re all happy!”

“I’m afraid to even ask why,” Theron said.

“Oh, it seems all of my extremely eligible and single contestants heard your voice over the comms and abandoned challenging Seetoo Enntoo to unarmed droid combat for the right to court you, and are now all headed in your direction.”

“Oops.”

“Worry not Agent Shan,” the unusually warbly vocabulator of C2-N2 came over the comms, “I will not rest until I alone can provide you with the ultimate in comfort!”

“We should probably get a different housekeeping droid after this is all over,” he told his wife.

That seemed a lesser concern to Grey, as she had shifted into Alliance Commander mode, and was currently on the comms, shouting for every available member of the Force Enclave to get to the War Room as fast as possible to help hold off the incoming army of lustful droids.

Yeah, come to think of it, that was probably more important.

“We must use nonlethal force,” she stressed, giving a particularly severe look to Lana when she said that, getting a simple nonplussed shrug in return, “as we only need to hold the droids at bay until we can come up with a solution. They are not to blame for what’s happening.”

Theron begged to differ, but she was probably right in this case. The cost of repairing or replacing an entire base full of droids would be astronomical.

As Force users began to stream in and take up position around the room, the sound of wheels racing along the metal plating caught Theron's attention, and he looked over to see a familiar silver T7-series astromech racing into the room. He tensed up instinctively at the sight of a droid, as anyone would have in his situation.

“Teeseven!” Grey called out with a smile, clearly not as wary or droidshy.

The little astromech let out a friendly whistle and series of chirps in binary, that roughly translated to: “T7-01 = Safe! // Been off network entire morning!”

“Oh, what a relief,” she breathed, “I would have hated for you to be infected with this too!”

He let out another series of beeps: “T7-01 = still in possession of original antivirus code. // Can tweak it and upload to servers = Save the day?”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Theron muttered.

“T7 = not scared!”

Grey’s expression melted into one of admiration and pride. “Teeseven, that’s incredibly brave -- but are you sure? Theron’s right, it could be very dangerous.”

“T7 = Jedi + Theron’s friend. // Helping > Risk!”

She looked at him and he returned the gaze with a small nod, realizing there wasn’t much in the way of choice. It was either that or let the droids overrun them. And then whatever happened when one of them actually got their hands on on Theron -- a prospect he wasn’t really that thrilled to explore right now.

“Fine,” he said tersely, “let’s do this!”

The two of them rushed over to the center console in the room, Theron pulling out his slicer spike as Teeseven plugged his scomplink arm into the main network terminal. The rest of their reinforcements from the Force Enclave arrived just in time and formed a ring around the two slicers. They managed to erect a large Force barrier just as the metallic clanging and clatter grew to a roar, announcing the arrival of the lecherous horde.

Near the front of the mob, Z0-0M threw up her arms in glee and excitement as she jumped to try and catch sight of her beloved. “There you are Agent Shan! You left before we could finish our conversation -- you were saying something about oxidation?”

“Interjection: Do not listen to this hussy, Theron! You and I will make sweet explosions together!”

Theron valiantly tuned them out as he took in a feed of the original antivirus code that Teeseven shared with him. Yes, this all looked correct. Unfortunately, he was going to need get a look to see how Gault had mutilated his beautiful original coding to know how to alter it.

Teeseven was two steps ahead of him, and a stream of code flashed across the HUD in his ocular implants. He watched in horror as he saw the butchery with his own two eyes.

“Gault, where the hell did you get this code?” he asked over the comms incredulously. “HornHub?”

“Excuse you, I only frequent the classiest places on the galactic communications grid, like HoloHump!” The growl of Gault’s name from a very angry Mirialan smuggler had him quickly adding. “You know, I’m just going to shut up and let you concentrate on what you’re doing.”

Teeseven, ever the valiant worker, ignored the conversation completely, and was hard at work running diagnostics on the altered code and the best way to modify the antivirus to address it. Theron watched the stream of letters and numbers fly across the HUD at lightning speed.

The little guy was good at what he did. He let out a flurry of beeps and whistles as almost the last piece of this very lurid puzzle started to fall into place. The little droid seemed to almost be singing along with the code as he wrote it, like a mechanical maestro conducting an orchestra. They were close, so close and--

The next whistle Teeseven let out was not his normal, cheerful way of communication, much lower in timbre and more seductive.

No.

Teeseven whirled his flat head around until his visual sensor faced Theron, and let out another wolf whistle, his holoprojector lighting up to proudly display: T7-01 🤖👀🔍 Observant 👁️🔭 Scanner 🔍🏞️ Tython 🌄👏 215 🍒♎ Repairing 👅🙈 Top HoloFans 3.6%

“What was that?” Grey shouted to be heard over the droids catcalling.

“No no no no,” Theron muttered, “we’re so close! Don’t do this to me, little buddy!”

“What happened to my precious baby boy?” Grey demanded, sweat trickling down the side of her face as she struggled to maintain the Force barrier.

Beyond the barrier, the rest of the porndroid army followed suit with Teeseven, all either wildly projecting their own series of hologlyphs and random facts about themselves and their planets of origins, while others struck disturbingly seductive poses, and a scant few demanded that “ShanDaddy” start a holocall with them in private.

With no time and no recourse left, Theron dove back into the system, yanking Teeseven’s unfinished code as he was nearly overwhelmed with lewd images and thirsty hologlyphs, struggling to finish and upload the code as the volume in the War Room rose to a crescendo just as the Force users’ began to fall, one after the other, their barrier weakening by the moment.

The overwhelming cacophony of hologlyphs, lewd poses, and robotic come-ons that had filled the War Room suddenly disappeared. All eyes turned to the droids as almost in unison, as they all powered down—a sign that their malware had been neutralized. Theron slumped back in relief, his work finally done.

Grey, Lana, and the others let out a long sigh of relief, the tension leaving their bodies in a rush.

“Thank the Force,” Grey murmured, sinking down to the ground. “I do not think I could have held that barrier much longer.”

Theron nodded, feeling a similar sense of exhaustion. He leaned back against the console, closing his eyes but was unable to banish the mentally scarring series of images that were probably permanently burned into his retinas.

“Remind me,” he said faintly, “to obliterate HoloHump’s servers. Once I’m done murdering Gault.”

“You act as if there will be anything left after I find him,” Lana said darkly.

“Remember everyone,” Grey spoke in her best and most official Alliance Commander voice, “murder is bad and frowned upon in the Official Alliance Employee Handbook.”

“Query: Why are we all in the War Room?” HK-55 asked as he came back online. “And more importantly, why is that blue meddroid manipulating its medical instruments into a heart shape, as if expressing affection towards the Commander?”

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[meanbihexual]

May I Have This Dance?

Art by the amazing @birdy-the-artist

Valorum Ballroom, Senate Tower, Coruscant, 3637 BBY, one month after the defeat of the Revanites on Yavin IV

Theron slid two fingers under his collar and tugged on the starched fabric, hoping that this time—unlike his previous attempts over the past half hour—the gesture would actually loosen the garment’s grip on his throat.

“It doesn’t work,” came a gruff voice from beside him, and Theron turned to see Aric Jorgan approaching, clad in his dark blue dress uniform, an impressive array of medals glinting across the left side of jacket. “I’ve tried every time I’m forced into one of these events, and I always leave feeling like I’ve been strangled by a vine snake.”

Theron sighed and dropped his hand.

“The Director owes me one for not faking my death to get out of this,” he muttered, and Jorgan chuckled.

“At least you didn’t get carted off at the crack of dawn by Saresh’s team of ‘Couturier Impresarios.’”

“Her what?” Theron didn’t often consider himself clueless, but he had to admit that he hadn’t even the slightest idea what that jumble of syllables meant.

“Stylists, apparently, though they were offended when I called them that. Showed up at 0600 hours this morning, almost fainted when Phila, Dorne, and Qiy said they were planning on wearing their dress uniforms, and then practically carried them off the ship to get them ready for tonight,” Jorgan answered, and Theron couldn’t help but notice the flash of terror in the man’s eyes as he spoke.

He didn’t blame him in the slightest.

“Phila commed me around lunch,” Jorgan continued, “said all the women from Yavin were there getting glammed up, willing or not. Except Grandmaster Shan—I guess she got out of it somehow.”

“I guess there are some perks to being the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order,” Theron said. Then, after a brief pause: “I bet Safi hated that.”

“I’ll be hearing about the indignities for weeks, if it makes you feel any better,” Jorgan commiserated.

Theron nodded absently, craning his neck for a better view of the entrance to the ballroom. At the top of a small flight of stairs the double doors were thrown open, having already admitted the substantial crowd that now milled around the floor, waiting for the official start of the ball, but the hallway that stretched beyond them stood vacant.

“You’d think they’d be here already, if they’ve been getting ready for 12 hours,” he said, his hand rising to fidget with his collar once more.

Jorgan raised an eyebrow in a strange expression Theron wasn’t able to interpret before it dissolved with a shrug.

“Saresh probably wants them to make a grand entrance, after all the work she had her people do.”

An agreement was on Theron’s lips when a flurry of movement near the entrance caught his attention. He pushed his way to the front of the crowd, vaguely aware that Jorgan was following him, as the voice of the Senate Herald rang across the room.

“Jedi Master Safiya Adraiel, Hero of Tython, Battlemaster of the Jedi Order,” he announced in his smooth, cultured tones, pitched to perfectly cut through the ambient sounds of the people below.

Theron looked up and forgot how to breathe.

Safi stood at the top of the staircase, perched on her toes like she wasn’t sure if she was going to descend or turn and run. Midnight blue silk fell to her feet in soft folds, topped by an intricately beaded bodice that shimmered in the light of the chandeliers. Her arms were encased in sheer fabric of the same shade as the rest of the dress, with her shoulders and the skin above her decolletage left bare. She wore her usual mask, but her hair was pinned in an elaborate coiffure with just a few curls left down to frame her face.

Theron knew he was staring but was powerless to do anything else; in all honesty, he was surprised that his mouth wasn’t hanging open. He’d known she was beautiful, of course, had known it since the moment he first laid eyes on her, but tonight…tonight, she was magical.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad,” he heard Jorgan mutter, but he couldn’t spare any attention for the comment or what it might have meant.

He might never have managed another coherent thought if Safi hadn’t moved then, wrapping one arm across her middle in a gesture that he recognized from sleepless nights spent sharing secrets and confessing insecurities. In an instant Theron was in motion, striding forward and breaking through the front line of the staring crowd, eyes never leaving her face, hand outstretched toward her.

Safi smiled, the small, shy gesture lighting up her face in a way that made Theron’s heart race, and lifted her skirts daintily with one hand before starting down the stairway. When she reached the bottom, she laid her hand in Theron’s, her lips parting in delighted surprise when he brought her hand to his lips and ghosted a soft kiss across the back of her knuckles. Before she had time to respond, he had tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and begun to escort her back to his previous position next to Jorgan as the herald began announcing the next arrival.

“Thanks for rescuing me,” Safi murmured in a low voice as they made their way across the floor. “Jedi aren’t normally announced like it. It caught me off guard.”

“Anytime,” Theron choked out, his voice hoarse, as if he had forgotten how to use the muscles that made speech possible. Then, because he couldn’t say nothing, “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” she said again, ducking her head slightly as a blush slowly rose to color her cheeks. “I feel a little out of place. I’m sure I’m nothing special compared to the people who attend these balls regularly.”

Theron stopped walking for a moment and used his free hand to tilt her chin up until he could see her face.

“You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight,” he whispered, his voice fierce and passionate despite its low volume.

Safi’s blush deepened, but her smile returned.

“I’ll let you have that one, but only because my wife isn’t here yet.” Jorgan’s voice made them both turn, and he inclined his head to Safi. “Master Safiya, it’s good to see you again.”

“And you, Captain Jorgan,” she responded warmly. “Phila should be announced soon, she was only a few places behind me.”

“That’s my cue, then,” he said, and with a brief nod of his head he started off in the direction of the entrance.

“You look very nice tonight, too,” Safi said, turning her attention back to Theron. She trailed her hand along the sleeve of his jacket, a formal affair in deep blue and gold that was remarkably similar in cut to his favorite red one. “I like the blue. We match.”

Theron was sure that this had not been left to chance—the jacket, along with the other pieces of his ensemble, had been delivered by courier that morning—but he only nodded in agreement. “Everyone will be jealous of our coordination when we dance.”

One eyebrow arched delicately above her mask.

“That’s quite a presumption you’re making, Agent Shan.” Her words rang with laughter, and Theron couldn’t suppress a grin when he answered.

“I could convince you, if you see any dark corners we can sneak away to…” He made a show of craning his neck to look around the ballroom as Safi giggled.

“Or you could just ask,” she remarked dryly, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the laughs that wound themselves around her words.

“There’s an idea,” Theron replied consideringly, as though Safi had said something brilliant rather than simply pointing out the obvious.

She shook her head, and Theron had the distinct suspicion that she was rolling her eyes behind her mask.

While they’d been speaking, the herald had announced the last of the guests, and now the opening strains of a Corellian Waltz floated from the orchestra at the far end of the room.

“Perfect timing.” Theron grinned and took Safi’s hand, executing a rather good imitation of one of the extravagant court bows used by Alderaanian nobility.

“May I have this dance?”

Safi’s smile shone like the stars when she answered.

“You may.”

#swtor #swtor fanfic #swtor oc #theron shan x jedi knight #theron shan #safiya adraiel #safi x theron #phila x jorgan if you squint #fluff

[dirthara-dalen]

WIP Whenever

was tagged by @serenofroses (Ty so much for the tag!)

A little context in regards to the wip. It takes place at the start of chp 3 of KOFTE. In Ligastar's updated canon he is in a relation with Theron and my agent Vilkas. Said relationship began during SOR. One key thing about their relationship is Ligastar and Theron knows Vilkas is force sensitive and, in my canon, an undercover SIS agent in the empire.

The hissing sound as the carbonite chamber slotted into the dock followed by the sound of a code being entered into the nearby keypad filled the chamber with a sense of anticipation. The three figures watched the chamber intensely as it began to thaw. One of the figures prepared what appeared to be a modified kolto injector as they stepped in front of the chamber. As the Mirialan became more and more visible they aimed the injector at the Mirialan’s chest. As it became clearer that the individual was coming too, they held their finger on the trigger.  His vision was hazy as he caught brief glances of the figure in front of him. “You’re dying, ch'eo vur. I have your cure but it's going to hurt.” He couldn't help but cry out in pain as the medical dart hit his chest and he fell from the chamber. He reached up, yanking the dart out with a loud gasp. His whole body felt like lead as he slowly raised his head to find a rather icy gray hand being held out to him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as he took the hand and was brought to his feet coming face to face with Vilkas. Behind the chiss he noticed Lana, T7 and Theron messing with some control panels. “Listen Ligastar, we don't have much time and I know you probably still feel like shit but we have to leave.” “V-Vilkas?” He took a deep breath as he struggled to stand straight. “What are you doing here…how are you here?” “You can thank Lana later for finally locating you. Any other explanations will have to wait until we're out of here.” “He's right.” Theron walked over then gently took one of Ligastar’s arms, pulling it over his shoulder before wrapping his free arm around the Mirialan’s waist to support him. “Our top priority is getting you out of here alive.” 

T7 began beeping incessantly as the door to the chamber opened revealing three skytrooper droids charging towards them. Lana leaped into action as she took down a droid while deflecting blaster bolts from the other droids. Vilkas quickly glanced at Ligastar and Theron as he dodged a bolt. With a simple gesture he used the force to bring one of Ligastar’s sabers to him. He ignited it in time to deflect a blot headed straight for them. “We need to move! I'll make sure the way is clear.” Lana shouted as she raced down the hallway. “Do you think you can walk Ligastar?” “Y-ya.” Theron helped Ligastar get his footing as he acted as a support for the Mirialan. Vilkas remained with them in order to defend them.  “How long…” Theron did not want to answer. The last few months leading up to this sucide rescue mission had been hell. For five long years the two agents had searched for any trace of their lover only to constantly come up empty handed. Neither had believed the reports stating Ligastar had died in the explosion that destroyed Marr’s flagship. Vilkas glanced behind him at Ligastar and was met with a look of desperation he'd never seen before from the Mirialan. “Please…how long have I been here?” Theron sighed as he relented. “It's been five years.” “What?!” Vilkas took a step towards him as he reached out, gently cupping the side of his face in his hand. “Ch'eo vur, I understand this is a shock but we must escape first.”  Ligastar couldn't help but nuzzle the chiss’s hand ever so slightly. After what he had seen in the “vision” or perhaps dream, he had feared the worst believing he may have lost the two men whom he loved dearly. Vilkas could sense the fear in the man as he leaned forward gently kissing him on the forehead.  “Once we are safe, we will tell you everything.”

I tag @stratataisen, @the-tomato-patch, @valleyofthemachinegods and anyone else who wishes to do this!

#swtor #the starwing legacy #ligastar starwing #swtor jedi knight #swtor imperial agent #vilkas hyllus #swtor spoilers #theron shan x jedi knight #theron shan x imperial agent

[califrey]

From the microstory prompts: sunbathing

Hoo boy I'm pulling this out of my ass but here we go. It's longer than a microstory now oops.

Fic title: A Moment to Breathe

Alysle, before now, hadn't understood why people liked going to the beach. Just watching large waves crashing gave them motion sickness, for one. Understandable, given that most of the beaches they'd been to were in warzones like on Ord Mantell, or full of toxic sludge like on Taris. Did that planet even count as having beaches?

They took a deep breath, closing their eyes to center themself. Too many thoughts.

This little slice of Rishi was kind of nice.

They sat with their robe spread around them, their boots and socks taken off, bare feet spread in the sand. They sensed movement and a presence behind them, but didn’t turn. They did frown, knowing it was Theron, because he really should have still been in the kolto tank on the Defender after his capture by the Revanites. Instead, he was here, gently sitting down next to them.

Alysle’s eyes opened, head already tilting in Theron’s direction. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Bandages wrapped his ribs and there were still bruises all over him. He was carrying a small towel, wringing it between his fingers, then running them back through his hair.

“Went for a swim?” they asked him.

He tried to shrug, then winced. “Kolto tank. I got out early.”

“Theron--” Alysle started, then shook their head. “I can't tell you off. I hate those things. They make me feel . . .”

He smiled at them, though there was no humor in it. “Like a fancy drink?”

“I was going to say claustrophobic.”

He grimaced. “Yeah, that probably makes more sense.”

“You say the most interesting things,” Alysle said.

“Is that . . . a compliment?”

“Can it be? I would like it to be.”

Theron took a good look at them, at their face, their hands, down their body to their bare feet, now buried up to their ankles in the sand. “Alysle. I don't--”

They blushed. “Of course you don't. Because I'm a Jedi, and your mother is a Jedi, and you're worried that—"

"Don't put words in my mouth, Fray,” Theron interrupted. Then he sighed. “Don’t worry about me, either. I’ll be fine.” He shifted towards them. “A little bruised, but fine.”

Their head tilted to the side. “Are we talking about the same thing? Is us even a thing?"

He didn't respond, just looked out over the water, at the sun that had grown low in the sky, bathing the islands in the distance in shades of orange and pink and purple.

Slowly, Theron found their fingers in the sand. “I would like it to be an us," he said.

"Me too,” Alysle said, and squeezed his fingers back.

The two of them looked at each other, sharing a private smile and leaning closer together, almost conspiratorially. When they kissed again, soft and chaste like last time, it made Alysle feel giddy, excited, bouncy, and they couldn't help but throw their arms around Theron's neck and deepen the kiss.

Of course, he hissed in pain.

“Sorry, sorry!” they cried. “I’ve never kissed someone who was hurt before.”

Theron folded their fingers into his own and kissed the scar on the back of their hand. He was chuckling. “It's okay. Just . . . maybe let me take the lead.”

“Whatever you want," Alysle said softly as he pressed his lips to theirs again. His lips were firm, with cracked skin and rough stubble, but they were Theron's lips, so they loved them.

He chuckled again. “Whatever I want? That's a dangerous thing to say."

“I mean it, to an extent. I want to make you happy, because you make me happy.”

Theron suddenly looked like they had stunned him. For a good long moment, his eyes on theirs, he said nothing. Then he looked at the sunset. “I want to hold your hand and watch the sun go down before Lana finds us," he said. "That would make me happy."

Alysle slid closer, took his hand in theirs, and smiled. “Then that's what we'll do."

Theron eventually settled against their good shoulder, their arm around him, and with Alysle grinning against his still-damp hair as they supposedly watched the sunset together. It was soon revealed by the snore that Theron had fallen asleep.

They smiled, and began to meditate.

#theron shan #jedi knight #alysle fray #jeriwrites #theron shan x jedi knight

[echo-of-starlight]

Tell us about Phaneia !

Thanks so much for the ask @swtorpadawan! It was a little hard to decide how best to answer this. I quickly discarded any thought of bulleted points and eventually ended up using more of a narrative form to summarize the jedi knight storyline from Phaneia's perspective. Obviously going into detail about all of the story content we have available would have ended in a ridiculously long post (and this is already wordy enough as it is)... so I only took things up to a point - which I think gives a good enough characterization of her basic outlook. I'm of course happy to answer any more specific questions!

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Phaneia always knew she wanted to help people. At a young age she was found to be force sensitive and even then she understood that this gave her a unique ability to be able to do just that. She also understood the grave responsibility that would be placed on her if she chose to follow the ways of the jedi. She didn't hesitate to walk into that life. She was not afraid to stand up for what she believed was right. And she was not afraid to put herself between those who needed protection and the evils of the galaxy. She studied and trained hard, never wavering from the jedi code, and quickly became one of the youngest padawans to earn the rank of jedi knight. Her rapid rise in the ranks of the order did not diminish her humility or the compassion in which she viewed those around her. She tried to see the good in people and gave everyone she could the chance to turn back to the light. Her skills with the force, ability with her lightsabers and diligence to help restore peace to the galaxy earned her a key role in many dangerous and critical missions. It wasn't until her first encounter with the sith emperor that she had ever known failure. And oh how far she fell. Her beliefs were shaken to the core when the lofty goal of redeeming the emperor was shattered along with her mind. He forced her to commit unspeakable acts in the name of the dark side of the force and it was only through the help of her old master that she was able to find her way back to the light. After breaking free of the emperor's hold she slowly picked up the pieces and tried to mend what he had broken. She continued to do what the council asked of her even if she had doubts that she was the right jedi to lead on her assigned objectives. And through it all she wondered if she would ever do enough good in the galaxy to make up for the crimson stain that tainted both her lightsabers and her heart. When the Jedi Order asked her to face down the emperor a second time, insisting that she was the only jedi strong enough to resist his power, she couldn't deny the uncertainty she felt and the crushing weight of responsibility that had been placed upon her shoulders. She wasn't afraid to sacrifice her life, but she was afraid that she would be made to serve the dark side again. Knowing that she might be the only jedi strong enough to stop the emperor; however, she hardened her resolve as she knew there would be no peace until he was gone. Even if she couldn't defeat him she knew she couldn't walk away without facing him again, and this time she had no hopes for redemption. She trusted the force to work through her to finally bring balance and peace back to the galaxy - and overcame. The Jedi Order was quick to recognize her actions and soon she became their poster child - a role she would rather not have. Phaneia led when necessary and wasn't going to back down from her responsibility to the Republic and Jedi Order, but she didn't enjoy spending time in the spotlight. She continued to serve, now as a jedi master, facing hopeless odds and achieving impossible victories.

The emperor's seeming defeat gave her hope for a better future, but if she was honest with herself she still felt broken. It wasn't until the force ghost of her jedi master appeared to her on Rishi that she finally understood how to become whole again. She realized that the fragmented pieces of her heart and soul would only be mended once she had the courage to forgive herself. To finally forgive herself...of the guilt, the shame, and all the horrible acts she committed while under the influence of the emperor. Things changed for her on Rishi, but it wasn't the only thing that changed. Her unwavering adherence to the jedi code unraveled after a certain SIS agent was captured by a group of Revanites. In that moment she knew she would tear the place apart to get him back and the sudden realization of her attachment and even possible feelings for this man was overwhelming and unsettling at best. She admired his commitment to the Republic and his borderline obsession with his work. But if she was being perfectly honest, it was more than that. She enjoyed the flirty banter, the snarky remarks, and couldn't deny being attracted to his physical attributes as well. Throughout her time spent working on the revanite conspiracy she and Theron quickly realized that their mutual feelings for each other were more than just a passing fancy. Given their histories with the Jedi Order; however, both of them were well aware of the implications and risks of pursuing that sort of a relationship. Phaneia should have been hesitant. She wasn't a rule breaker. But she found that everything seemed to be more complicated when trying to make decisions where Theron was concerned. Maybe all of Theron's dangerous, thrilling and risky tendencies were rubbing off on her, but she found she was more than willing to continue the relationship in secret until they figured things out. And admittedly...she was falling fast.

Phaneia's new relationship wasn't the only thing that was mildly alarming in her life. It was brought to light that the emperor she thought she had defeated was not actually dead, but in an immaterial state. All of her fears, doubts, and failures were suddenly thrust upon her again and threatened to overwhelm her sense of self. But as terrified as she was at this revelation she also understood that the force kept bringing her back to this place. If this was her destiny - to challenge and attempt to defeat the emperor again - then she would face it head on, no matter the cost to herself. A call to the outer rim changed everything in an instant.

...Five years later she awoke to find the galaxy in chaos. The Zakuulan Empire was destroying both the Republic and Sith Empire alike. Worse, the former sith emperor was alive...using her own body as a vessel. And everyone was looking to her to fix it. She didn't know if they should place their trust in her. Every time she faced off with the emperor he seemed to find a new way to demonstrate his immortality. Regardless of her misgivings, she accepted her new role as alliance commander. The only constants in her life were her lightsabers, her deep connection to the force, and those who stood alongside her -  her steadfast companion T7, surprising ally sith lord Lana Beniko, and former SIS agent Theron Shan (who despite her worry, had never been able to break free of her spell). Their trust in her and support would be invaluable in the next stage of her life. Despite any lingering disquieting thoughts, the commitment she made so many years ago to uphold justice, to protect, and to find a way to bring peace to the endless turmoil that engulfed the galaxy was just too strong to ignore...

#swtor #phaneia #jedi knight #theron shan x jedi knight

[commander-krios]

R & R

Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Archiban "Doc" Kimble/f!Jedi Knight, f!Jedi Knight & Theron Shan Rating: Teen Summary: Theron plans some elaborate gift for Katona after the capture of Darth Malgus, as a way to give his Commander and best friend a chance to relax. Somehow, he ropes Doc into it. Words: 4160 Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Friendship, SWTOR Summer Gift Exchange, Fluff, Humor, Love, Established Relationship, Banter, Teasing, Background Lana/Theron

Written as a gift for @sealeneee for the SWTOR Summer Gift Exchange <3

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Doc was a man of many talents, most of those being of the medical variety, but he knew what he was good at and made the best of what he wasn’t. He could field stitch a wound under heavy blaster fire. He cured diseases that most people gave up on. He saved civilians while pretending to be an Imperial and almost lost his head for it.

And despite all of the years they’d spent apart, Doc was somehow married to a Jedi.

Even now, when Katona was at the head of a neutral organization, working tirelessly to see her grand plans for the galaxy come to fruition, some nights spent at the desk in her room, pouring over datapads and flimsi like he had once upon a time, she still managed to squeak in time with him. And he was humbled by it. 

But ever since the reemergence of Malgus, ever the wily Sith, Katona’s time seemed less available and the free time she did have was spent in tense silence. There were nights he’d fall asleep alone, waking the next morning to find her side of the bed hadn’t been touched. It was almost starting to feel like before, when he thought she was dead. And he didn’t like the way it made him feel.

The medical bay was silent, Elara Dorne working through paperwork while Doc restocked their supplies. It was usually him and Elara there most days. Sometimes Tharan Cedrax would show to aid them, especially during the days when they had wellness checks or a recent battle with many injured. Unfortunately, those days were steadily increasing, thanks to Malgus.

With a sigh, he closed the cupboard, only noticing that they were no longer alone. Katona’s advisor was standing in the doorway, eyes squinting against the brightness of the room. 

Theron Shan. 

Elara noticed him nearly at the same time, pretty blue eyes widening at the sight of the former SIS turned double agent turned whatever the hell he was now. “Agent Shan, what can I do for you?”

Theron’s eyes glanced in Doc’s direction and he immediately had an unsettling feeling in his gut. Something had happened. 

Theron rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, turning back to Elara with a tense smile. “I need to speak to Doc, if that’s alright.”

Worry creased her brow, but she didn’t ask questions. Elara knew when it was needed and when it wasn’t. And at this moment, it was important for her to remember decorum. “Of course. Will I need to call in anyone to replace him for the day?”

Theron nodded, his mouth turning into a grim line. “That’d be best. Thank you, Elara.”

A few minutes later, Doc followed Theron out of the medbay, not exactly looking forward to whatever secret conversation was about to take place. There were many things they could be about, but the most likely reason was Katona. About his wife. That didn’t sit right with him, he’d barely spoken two words to Theron since he’d arrived, even knowing that Katona and Theron had a friendship that bordered on a sibling rivalry. He never fit into their dynamic.

And in truth, he never wanted to. Katona had found a friend to rely on, to confide in, much like Doc had Kira, Scourge, Nadia and the other Jedi for years on Ossus. He wasn’t going to ruin a friendship when that’s all it was. He couldn't help the jealousy he felt at knowing this man beside him had been beside Katona for well over six years: fighting by her side, protecting her, helping her build something amazing. Theron had even protected her from assassins by risking his own life when Doc couldn’t. He’ll forever be grateful for it.

But even now that they’d reunited, Theron saw more of Katona than he did.

“What happened?” He asked before the door had even hissed behind them.

Theron sighed, rubbing the spot near his implant, exhaustion creating dark circles under his eyes. Katona wasn’t the only one not sleeping it seemed. “Katona… is not well. She won’t admit it, but she can barely stand straight anymore, or keep her eyes open. I don’t think she’s slept in days, Doc.”

“The stress is going to kill her.” It wasn’t an overblown reaction, it was fact. If she didn’t relax, get some rest, or even do something that didn’t involve a life or death situation, she’d never be able to continue on. If the exhaustion didn’t kill her outright, it would get her killed on the battlefield. And Doc didn’t spend the last handful of years searching for her to lose her again.

“If an Imp doesn’t first.” Theron walked with him down into the military hanger, watching as soldiers prepped for deployment or spies raced to deliver their reports. Sometimes he couldn’t tell the difference between them, even with years working alongside them. “No matter what I say, she’s too stubborn to let someone else do the work.”

“That sounds like her.” Doc smiled despite himself, glad to see some things never changed. “If you have suggestions, I’m all ears. I haven’t seen her in days , at least.”

The cold sheets of their bed mocked him.

“I, uh, was thinking of setting something up.” Theron glanced at him with a sheepish smile, clearly embarrassed by his train of thoughts. “Like a fake mission. Something that she can’t say no to, but once she gets there, it’s something that forces her to chill out.”

Doc raised an eyebrow. “You know if she finds out it was a lie, she’ll probably kick your ass.”

“I’m not afraid of her.” Theron told him, rolling his eyes.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Theron snorted, but Doc could see his hesitation. She sometimes still scared Doc and they slept together. Katona was… well, she was something else. “Listen, we can blame it on Lana. It’s something she would do, right? Lie to get the Commander to rest. Without Katona at her best, Lana can’t do her job.”

Doc chuckled, stopping at the end of the landing pad, eyes glancing out over the beautiful Odessen scenery. He always was struck with amazement at the things the galaxy held that were untouched by human hands. He hoped there was more out there to be discovered. Because he was never tired of seeing it. “You can try, but Lana might kill you first.”

Theron let out something close to a laugh, leaning against the crude wall built into the side of the mountain. “You may have a point. Thankfully, Lana likes me enough to not do that sort of thing.”

Doc’s mouth twitched with a grin, nodding the way they’d come from. “You’re sure of that?”

With a frown, Theron glanced at the entrance of the military hanger, cringing at the sight of the pretty blonde Sith Lord… who did not look pleased.

“Theron Shan!” She snapped at the sight of him, heading in their direction with determination and maybe a little bit of anger. Ok, a lot of anger. “ When were you going to tell me about this?”

Theron winced as if she’d slapped him. “Lana, I can explain."

“Really?” The datapad in her hands nearly cracked with the amount of pressure she squeezed it with. “Please, go on. Tell me why you thought renting a pleasure barge was an appropriate use of funds.”

Doc’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “You did what? ”

Theron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s for Katona.”

Silence met their words, neither Doc nor Lana knowing where to even start with that .

“It-” Theron groaned, running his hands down his face. “It’s not going to be full of dancers or anything like that. The entire ship is set up for a fight simulation. To help train the Republic military during wartime.”

Lana stared at him in open suspicion, clearly not believing a single word out of his mouth. “Is that so?”

Theron grimaced. Oh so there was more. “There are also slot machines, gambling tables, a dance floor with good music. I think this one has a masseuse and swimming pool.”

“And you used Alliance funding for this?” She repeated, golden eyes nearly burning a hole through the man. Doc had to admit, Lana Beniko was terrifying, even for a Sith Lord. He’s just glad that he’s not the one who screwed up this time.

“Well, Katona is the Alliance Commander-”

“ Theron .”

With a quiet sigh, Doc knew this was why Theron had asked for his help in the first place. To smooth things over, to give the plan a little more viability in the eyes of Lana, and quite possibly Katona. Because neither were going to be happy about the deception, and Doc was well known for being able to make things a little less serious.

“While Theron probably should’ve ran it by you, Katona clearly needs a break. A way to blow off steam. We can work with this. Write it off as a training exercise.”

“That’s… not how this works.” Lana let out a breath, something that could be considered a sigh from anyone else. “ Fine . But when she finds out how much money went into this-”

“She won’t.” Theron assured her and Lana slanted her eyes at him.

“She will . And she will also know that it was you who spent it.” Lana smiled at him thinly. “I’m not the person who is going to cover for you when you screw up, no matter what our relationship might imply.”

Theron laughed nervously, looking at Doc for help. He only shrugged in response, not intending to get involved in that. Not when his own wife was going to be looking for blood later on.

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The shuttle lifted off a few hours later, Katona hovering behind Theron as he piloted it away from Odessen and in the direction of the pleasure barge where her simulated mission waited. A mission that she thought was a real one, with Imperials who had kidnapped a group of civilians from Dantooine. And Doc felt terrible for lying to her, but he was right about her stress levels. She needed to blow off some steam, get a relaxing massage, and do whatever else her heart desired.

He hated seeing her so worn out.

Those months during their hunt for the Emperor had been the first time Doc saw Katona crack under the pressure, the responsibilities. He didn’t want to ever see her like that again.

Once their heading was set, she moved farther back into the seating area, plopping down next to him with a groan. Stretching her legs out, she crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at him, hesitation in her gaze.

When he looked at her, he couldn’t help the smile spread across his own face despite the clear exhaustion that haunted her eyes. “What’s wrong, gorgeous? Never seen a man so handsome?”

“If I said no, would you start quoting poetry? You’ve already gotten me into bed, you know. And tied me down with that ridiculous wedding you concocted. You don’t need to try so hard anymore.” Her eyes still glowed slightly in the dim interior of the shuttle, but they softened as she watched him. 

He chuckled, feeling some relief at how relaxed she was. Even over eight years after meeting her, she still surprised him. “I’ll never stop wooing you, beautiful.”

Katona rolled her eyes, but he could see the beginnings of a real grin on her face. “And I’ll never stop making fun of you for it.”

Her hand slipped into his and squeezed slightly, her eyes on the window of the shuttle as they approached the barge. Doc felt a thrill of excitement in his gut. He wasn’t sure what her reaction was going to be when she found out that this was a setup, but he was so glad to have her here, with him , and to see that she was ready to kick ass. He never tired of seeing the fire in her eyes, or watching her on the battlefield. 

Or holding her close when all was calm in the galaxy.

“I’m glad you’re here, Doc.” She said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, the smile finally curling her full lips. “I miss this .”

He heard what she didn’t say. She missed him and damn it, he missed her so much it sometimes hurt. “You miss listening to me scream during a firefight?”

“Among the other times you scream.”

Theron coughed suddenly from the pilot seat and Doc smirked, enjoying watching Katona’s best friend squirm in his seat. 

“What’s wrong, Theron?” Katona asked, clearly enjoying his discomfort as well. “Lana doesn’t make you squeal?”

The flush went from his face probably all the way to the tips of his toes. “That’s… none of your business.”

“I guess that’s a yes.” She murmured, snorting before her gaze shifted back to his. “But really, it’s been lonely without you around. For the last few years, I’ve wondered where you were. If you were alive. It sucked not knowing. Not a feeling I care to have again.”

“Is that why you’ve thrown me in the medbay with Elara? To keep me safe?” He should be annoyed by that, but found that he didn’t care about the reasons if it meant that Katona always kept him in the back of her mind.

“That wasn’t my decision. Lana felt your work with Nadia and the Jedi was more important to continue than forcing you into a combat situation.”

“I’d follow you anywhere, beautiful. Even into the depths of hell. You know that.”

Katona rolled her eyes, but she didn’t let go of his hand, her smile never slipping from her face. It was a nice break, sitting here with his wife, even if they were going to be fighting a bunch of droids soon. He wished the galaxy would give them more moments like this, where they can be nothing but Katona and Doc. Where they didn’t need to save everyone all of the time.

“We’re landing. Get ready.” Theron called from the pilot’s seat, putting the shuttle into autopilot. 

Katona squeezed his hand before letting go. “Like old times?”

“Not quite.” Doc responded and with a grin, he met her curious gaze. “But it’s better. Because I’m with you.”

Katona wasn’t the type to blush, but he swore he saw a hint of pink on her cheeks. “Flattery gets you nowhere with me, Doc.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true, gorgeous.”

She laughed and his heart squeezed at the sound. “You’re also a terrible liar.”

Shaking his head, he followed her to the exit, knowing that the playful banter was over. Katona had a mission to complete and she would see it through no matter what. Theron joined them a moment later, double checking his blasters. Doc grabbed his medical kit, securing it to his back even though he doubted they would need it. Not a single droid was going to stand up against Alliance Commander Katona.

His feet touched the metal grating as he jumped from their shuttle onto the barge, steps echoing as he pulled his own small blaster, eyes darting around the dark landing pad, seeing nothing but grey durasteel and a few shuttles. No people. No droids. No movement. Nothing.

“It’s too quiet.” Theron muttered, glancing in the opposite direction. 

Doc almost snorted, but managed to hold it in. An actor Theron Shan was not . “We have a Jedi here. I’m sure she’ll have no issue warning us-”

“Duck!” Katona shouted, pulling her lightsabers from their spots on her belt, igniting both simultaneously, the white crystals glowing eerily against the barge’s grey interior.

Doing as he was told, Doc huddled near a shuttle that wasn’t the Alliance’s, blaster fire aimed at him leaving burns in the hull. Katona threw herself into the fray with no regards to her safety, only intent on destroying her enemy. Her lightsabers slashed in a wide arc, severing the head from the closest droid in a shower of sparks. She spun, shoving one of the swords into the one beside it, leaving a burning hole in its middle.

Ducking another blaster bolt, he lifted his own weapon, firing on the droids that appeared out of a side door, aiming their shots at Katona. She turned again, deflecting the shots before jumping into the group of them, swinging her lightsaber in a circle and cutting them in half.

With as aggressively as Katona fought, the battle was over in a few minutes, nothing but sparks and smoking electronics left of their foes. The shuttles in the landing bay didn’t fare as well as Doc had hoped although their shuttle took the least amount of damage. Whoever was here partying was definitely going to need someone to repair the ships before they could leave.

Katona returned to his side, checking to make sure he wasn’t injured before doing the same for Theron. Once they were certain of their health, the men followed the Jedi into the hallway, door shutting behind them with a whoosh of finality. 

“Theron, did you have the schematics for this place?” Katona asked, eyes peering into the darkness ahead, voice quiet but determined.

“It’s built like any other pleasure barge. Uh, not that I know.” He finished quickly. Katona completely ignored him, holding her lightsaber out like a glowrod, trying to light her path. “The hallway leads to a few side rooms where guests can sleep, a medbay, a dining room, before it leads directly to the main area.”

“And the prisoners? Where would they be kept?”

Doc rubbed the back of his neck, feeling like someone or something was watching them. “Probably in slave cages. Those would be near the private dancing rooms. Off of the main section.”

She only glanced at him, not bothering to ask how he knew about the slave cages. Because she knew him… knew of his dangerous missions against the Empire. Knew that he was going to do anything to save people from being subjected to the evils of slavery and other awful tortures at the hands of the Sith.

And he always would, until they finally killed him. Because the people… they didn’t deserve to suffer.

“Ok, so we know where we’re going.” Katona said instead, turning away to continue on through the darkness. “Let’s go.”

They met several more waves of droids on their path, Katona making quick work of each of them. Theron threw Doc a glance at once point, concern etched on his features, eyes full of worry. This was too easy. Katona was going to suspect something was up if they didn’t have some type of challenge.

The waves of droids were supposed to get progressively more difficult the better you did in the simulation. It didn’t appear that it could keep up with Katona’s aggressive fighting style. Sooner than they wanted, they stood outside the large double doors that led to the main room of the pleasure barge.

Katona’s eyes trailed over him briefly, softening when she realized he was unharmed. “Be careful in there, both of you.”

“That I can do, Commander.” Theron replied, checking his blasters once more, ready to finish this.

Doc smiled at his wife, wrapping a hand around her wrist, thumb brushing gently against the skin there. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

The door opened, strobe lights hitting them in shades of green and gold, lighting up the inside of the room more so than the dim orange lights that hung overhead. A group of droids hung near one of the sabacc tables, no prisoners in sight. Thankfully, there was most likely no actual group of prisoners. Just droids and the people who ran the simulations.

A large droid approached, flanked by a few of the smaller droids they’d been fighting along the way. It didn’t attempt to talk, to negotiate, to do anything but lift the barrel of its weapon and fire. Theron rolled out of the way, ducking behind one of the slot machines near the entrance, a blaster bolt nearly hitting him.

Katona shifted in front of Doc, lightsaber deflecting the attacks as they backed up quickly. Doc crawled under a table, ripping the medpak from its spot on his back and keeping it ready to go. Then he fired at the smaller of the droids from his new cover, giving Katona the opening she needed to slice through the enemy.

He managed to hit it in the power coupling, frying its circuitry and it dropped into a pile on the ground, the droid behind stopping momentarily to deal with the new obstacle. Katona’s lightsaber left her hand, cutting the droid in half before launching herself at the largest of them, catching the saber in midair. 

The droid turned as she landed in front of it, ducking the moment it aimed its guns at her. Theron was keeping the other droids busy, his blasters doing considerable damage. Doc cursed, praying that the droid had its guns on stun, not kill, and tried to get a decent shot in.

None came, but it wasn’t needed. Katona spun on her heels, lightsabers leaving arcs of white light behind as she slashed the droid to pieces, a ferocity that was simultaneously beautiful and terrifying. A few seconds passed in silence, the droids sparking until they finally shut down with a groan. 

Theron left the safety of his cover at the same time as Doc, watching the droids for any sign of movement. Once they seemed to be in the clear, he turned just in time to see a group of men approaching, all wearing fine clothing and smiling brightly.

The man in the lead clapped his hands excitedly, grinning from ear to ear. “Dear Commander! I hope you enjoyed my simulation. I must admit, I didn’t expect you to breeze through it as easily as you did.”

“What?” She glanced at the man, who was even shorter than Doc, her eyes slanting in suspicion. Her gaze swept over him, taking in everything about him in seconds. “What are you talking about?”

“The simulation? Your friends contacted me about it a few weeks ago.” The man puffed himself up, gripping the front of his jacket, looking like he was about to burst from the size of his ego. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“I…” She trailed off, unsure of how to respond, glare wavering. “Sure, it was great.”

The man smiled, although it seemed he was waiting for some kind of bowing and praise. “Well, I hope you enjoy our hospitality, Commander. There is much fun left to be had.”

When the men disappeared to finish prepping the “relaxation” portion of her gift, she glanced at them.

“This was a set up?” She asked, eyebrows lowering, a look of frustration on her face. “Why?”

“We thought you needed a break. Something to blow off steam before some relaxation. You deserve it. Everything with Malgus… it’s running you into the ground.” Theron rubbed the back of his neck, eyes nervously flickering between Katona and Doc. “Doc agrees.”

“I agreed that she needed a break, but I’m not the one who spent millions of credits setting this up.”

“And Lana? I assume she already threatened you within an inch of your life.”

Theron chuckled nervously, eyes dropping to his feet. “Yeah. But she thinks you need a rest too, Katona. You work too hard.”

“We’ve barely seen each other since I joined your Alliance. It might be selfish, but I missed you.” Doc lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her wrist. A smirk curled her lips. “Are you angry?”

She rolled her eyes, huffing a laugh. “You know when I’m angry. I can forgive you this one time.”

“It’s because of my charming good looks, isn’t it?” Doc teased Katona, following as she went to check out the food provided by the company. “You can admit that it’s a primary motivator for you.”

Katona snorted this time, glancing down at him with not quite affection, but something that still set his blood on fire. “You’re not the one who needs to worry.”

Her eyes sought out Theron as he picked through the spread, not even realizing they were talking about him now. When the spy glanced up, he saw that Katona and Doc were watching him. “What?”

Katona laughed, a single sharp bark that had Theron widening his eyes in fear. 

“Am I going to lose sleep over this?”

“Maybe. How much money have you put us out?”

Theron muttered something under his breath, turning his gaze away, knowing he was screwed. 

“That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, Theron. It’s not going to hurt that much.”

Katona’s best friend sighed and walked away, mumbling under his breath about Jedi and Sith and something that Doc couldn’t hear. Not that he cared when there was food to be eaten and a wife to spend time with.

#my writing #swtor summer exchange #swtor summer gift exchange #swtor #star wars: the old republic #star wars the old republic #sealeneee #swtor fanfic #swtor fanfiction #jedi knight #f!jedi knight #archiban doc kimble #archiban frodrick kimble #swtor doc #theron shan #jedi knight x doc #f!jedi knight x doc

[rinskiroo]

these two I just can't with them 😭

#swtor #date night #theron shan #jedi knight #jasati #theron x jas

[keldae]

Writer’s Month 2023: Day Two

Word: Perfume / Setting/AU: camping AU

If anyone asked, Theron running across the Hero of Tython in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa was completely happenstance. It wasn't like he'd discretely arranged his schedule to come across Xaja Taerich here, after all.

Absently, Theron wondered if tracking Master Taerich's movements like this was perhaps a little bit stalkerish. Except, he reasoned, he had no ill intent for Xaja. He just wanted to reassure her that he was okay in the wake of the SIS putting a bounty on him, and get a brief status check with her, in the shadows cast by neon lights. It wasn't like he was stalking her with the plan of getting her attention or causing her harm…

… still, it's a bit stalkerish, he grumbled to himself. Maybe this was why he was single, apart from being a workaholic.

He looked up from his whisky when he suddenly smelled something faint, yet familiar to him, something he associated in his mind with the feisty little redhead who he couldn't get his thoughts away from. Said redhead leaned against his table a second later, green eyes twinkling down at him. "Hey, handsome," she said, "looking for a good time?"

Oh, am I, Theron thought before he could stop himself. "I could be persuaded," he responded with a smirk, giving her a very obvious once-over. She'd forsaken her normal tunics in favour of a cropped shirt and a leatheris jacket; the peek of bare skin around her navel sent a burst of heat through Theron that was completely unrelated to the whisky. She'd dressed for Nar Shaddaa, and yet to him, she still looked like Xaja. It had to be her normal ponytail, and her jade-green eyes, and the perfume she wore. Now that he'd identified it, it was all he could smell – and he definitely wasn't complaining. "How about you sit your pretty ass down and I get you something?"

Xaja grinned, then surprised Theron by coming around to sit right beside him, instead of across the booth. The spy couldn't complain about that either, as he reached his arm to wrap around her waist as though he did this all the time with her. "What's a charmer like you doing in a place like this?" she asked, playing up the flirty spacer act (or maybe the flirty hooker act) by resting her legs over Theron's lap and forcing him to suppress a groan.

"Lookin' for a good time with some good company. And I think I found it." Theron smirked and leaned in to boldly kiss Xaja's cheek, using the opportunity to whisper in her ear. "Korin teach you how to act like this?"

"Nah, Doc and Kira gave me the run-down on how to act," Xaja whispered back. "You okay?"

It touched Theron's heart that Xaja, the pretty Jedi he was not pining for, was worried about him. "Been way worse," he softly assured her. "Any news?"

"A couple of attacks we think are connected to the Revanites, but can't prove," Xaja murmured. "They seem to be staying quiet. How long are you safe here for?"

"Hmmm." Theron grunted in acknowledgement, then sat back up, letting his gaze openly trail down to Xaja's cleavage – in case of any Revanites watching, or other Republic spies, if anyone asked. He would have loved to keep his nose buried in her hair, where the scent of her perfume seemed strongest, but this view was definitely okay with him. "Baby, for you, I got all the time in the world," he said out loud.

Xaja's cheeks went pink, even under the neon lighting. Still, she smiled, and shivered as his fingers started touching the exposed skin of her lower back. "You promise, loverboy?" she asked, returning to her flirty persona. "You're gonna give me high expectations."

"I'm in good with my bosses," Theron assured her. "You name it, girl, it's all yours. Even a ticket off this rock with me to show you the galaxy."

"Ohhh?" Xaja grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Like where?"

"Like Tatooine, or Ylesia, or Ryloth… I'll show you the stars on the edges of the galaxy." He couldn't say where his next destination was, mostly because he himself wasn't sure yet. But he could tell her where he'd been for the last couple of months, since Manaan. His fingers fumbled around with the back of her belt until he found a pocket in her tight pants; it was easy for him to slip a datachit into the pocket without being noticed. "Check your pockets when you're back in your ship," he lowly instructed, under the premise of kissing her jaw and ear again. The scent of her made him want to forget his job and just focus entirely on her, disastrous as that could be for the mission.

Xaja nodded, but didn't say anything. Was Theron imagining things, or did she seem to be breathing a bit more shakily than normal? It must just have been wishful thinking on his part. A moment later, she sat up straight and winked at him. "So, how about you start showing me that good time you promised by showing me if a cute guy like you can dance?"

Theron grinned and let Xaja pull him to his feet. "Like I'll say no to dancing with a pretty thing like you."

#kel writes #swtor #writer's month 2023 #Theron/Xaja #technically pre-relationship #when they're still refusing to admit their mutual crushes #Shadow of Revan arc #what happens on Nar Shaddaa stays on Nar Shaddaa #Theron Shan x female Jedi Knight #Theron Shan #Xaja

[sullustangin]

Rating: M

Pairing: Doc Kimble/Jedi Knight ....... and Theron Shan/Smuggler....

Quick Quote:

Doc stared at “unknown.”  Silently, he activated the tracer mod that an ex-girlfriend had given him.  Just to know who’d come a-calling.

Imperial Space.  Private line.  Dark Council.

Doc knew.  T7 picked up the small data modification and chirped. 

Norwan had said enough about Yavin to know who’d call him like this.  For this. 

He stared at his husband, the words just not coming.  He had no wit tonight.

T7 broke the silence.  “Jedi = going to Wild Space?  T7 + Jedi = Team?”  He ruminated for a few moments before spitting out, “Idea = Good?  Jedi = Strong Enough….?”

Norwan sighed, knowing he’d been found out.  “The galaxy isn’t getting better with me out of it.”

“It’s not going to get better with you in it; you just might end up dead,” Doc immediately shot back.  He knew he was wrong though.

Deep down, Doc Kimble wanted to help heal the galaxy after the war was over.  He wanted to give little kids prosthetics that let them play, and he wanted to give adults eyes to see their lovers again.  The fighting had to stop long enough to do that.  Someone had to stop the fighting. 

He didn’t want it to be Norwan, just this once.

Doc didn’t want him to go on crusade.  Not after Yavin, when everything became worse.  Not after he thought he’d dropped dead in the garden.  Not after he’d become so weak after Korriban.  Archie was so selfish, but making Norrie be selfish ‘just this once’ had been the best idea Doc ever had.  (The second runner up was stowing Seeger in the hold for like six months in preparation for their speedy wedding.) 

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #doc kimble #theron shan #doc kimble x jedi knight #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor #Jedi knight oc #t7-01

[captainderyn]

Full body couple commission done for @everlastingscribe of their jedi knight oc and Theron <3

What a fun and wholesome commission to bring me back into drawing SWTOR! And a new experience with drawing everyone’s favorite spy~

#swtor #swtor fanart #commission #zabrak #theron shan #swtor jedi knight #jedi knight x theron shan #captainderyn draws

[greyias]

I absolutely adore @caffeinatedrogue's art, and was so lucky to be able to snag a commission slot and get this gorgeous piece of art of Theron Shan and my Jedi Knight. Thank you so much!

#theron shan x jedi knight #otp: adorakble #oc: greyias highwind #seriously have been admiring her art for years #and was over the moon to be able to get a piece done #you cannot imagine my flailing and squee #this has already made its way onto my iPad lock screen #i adore this style so much #the use of color and light #and just those expressions #absolutely perfect depiction of my favorite dorks #♥♥♥

[sunderedazem]

How did Corrian handle Theron’s betrayal?

>:3c

Corrain doesn't handle Theron's betrayal well, but it's not entirely his fault. Making it worse, he can sense that it is not a true betrayal, even if he doesn't know what actually is going on, and there's a LOT stressing him out besides his husband Pulling Some Shit.

See, Corrain is fuckoff powerful in the Force, right? But that gift tends to present itself in a few specific ways, one being powerful visions of the future. And right around this point in time, not only is he preparing to take the throne of and actually lead Zakuul while simultaneously trying to democratize their government to some extent, and mediate peace talks between the Sith Empire (which is afterwards divided in half when Malgus escapes with a bunch of pissed off Sith and creates the True Sith Empire and promptly starts a semi-civil-war) and the Republic....but he's also having a series of strong, really-mindfucky visions and for the first time he cannot tell what the Force is trying to guide him toward. Not that his visions are ever clear, of course - they tend to be very metaphorical and only show him little snippets of actual moments of the future - but when Vitiate/Valkorion was his opponent he thought he understood them. Now he doesn't have a clue what they mean, only that something is coming and whatever it is, it's entirely possible it will be worse than Vitiate eating planets.

So, with this kind of Ominous Portent hanging over his head combined with the galactipolicital situation and his own impending coronation and the additional fact that he can sense that not everything is as it seems with Theron and that betrayal...he just doesn't have *any* idea of what's really going on and he's scared. He knows something awful is coming but he doesn't know what it is or how to stop it and he THOUGHT it was Valkorion but he's still having the visions and even worse, the visions seem to be guiding him toward this Awful Thing.

And then Theron crashes the train on Umbara. Corrain can tell something's off the entire time and he's desperate to stop it and the visions from coming to pass but he doesn't know how - and so when Theron turns on him, it breaks him. Visibly. He loses control - and with a strength in the Force like he has, that means a lot of accidental Force Lightning. And, well. He shorts out the control panel on the train as it's accelerating. So it...doesn't stop accelerating. None of them notice until Theron takes off on the speeder stored for his getaway and is horrified to realize that the warning lights are blaring and the sabotaged electromagnetic train pulsars have already been set to blow. This means when the train crashes, Corrain (being a self-sacrificing idiot) tries to break Lana's fall at the cost of protecting himself, and is nearly killed on impact. Lana has to carry him to safety and arrange a medical transport, and he spends a few days in a kolto tank, recovering.

This accidental assassination almost-success has the dual effect of shattering both Theron and Lana, and making the Order of Zildrog FAR more trusting of Theron. It also means 95% of the Alliance, Vaylin and Arcann now included, are furious with Theron. (Keep in mind - the three of them are 'secretly' married at this point, which of course means the entire galaxy knows lmao). And this also means that when Corrain gets on air, about a week later, he's all but begging Theron to come home (because he can sense this wasn't a true betrayal but he doesn't know why it's happening), and pretty much everyone that knows him thinks it's the desperate, delusional plea of a heartbroken man. He also prevents the Chiss Ascendancy from shooting down Theron's ship on Copero with anti-spacecraft guns when they offer to do so. Even Lana only half-believes that he's actually been able to sense Theron's intentions, and it's only because she's generally sensed the same thing - only, she's keeping quiet and levelheaded about it, because she once did something similar to Theron on Rishi, and she knows he'd have clued them in if he were able. (If he were thinking straight about the situation, Corrain would be doing the same. He is not thinking straight. He is terrified because he is an unwilling Oracle for disaster and now THIS is happening-)

This obstinate inability to believe in Theron's betrayal ends up making it somewhat more difficult for the Alliance later, when my Canon Divergence happens with the remainder of the Zildrog arc (i.e. Zildrog isn't the Gravestone wtf bioware). Because sure, Corrain was objectively correct about Theron's betrayal - but now there's doubt about whether that was certainty born out of genuine objectivity, or wilfull blindness to a potentially devastating truth? (Answer: both tbh)

So when he starts having terrifying visions about [redacted], the leaders in the Republic and Empire pay mostly lip service to his warnings and calls for genuine peace and reform and go back to skirmishing. And then, of course, disaster strikes and his credibility comes back in full, but that's another story.

Thank you for the ask!!!!! I'm sorry it took so long to answer.

#swtor #swtor oc #corrain #moonrise legacy #corrain gealai #jedi knight oc #jedi knight #star wars #theron shan #lana beniko #corrain x lana x theron #luna tag! #yeahhhhhh this is fairly similar to how the pc can react in the canon story #but it always STRUCK me how absolutely desperate the PC must sound if they chose to make that broadcast asking theron to come back #especially if there's an active Theron romance #like...god. talk about baring your heart to the entire galaxy hoping the man you love will renege on nearly killing you and come back #pain. heart hurty. ow.

[dirthara-dalen]

After everything was over, Ligastar had hopped to convince Theron to come with him but was rejected. While the rejection stung he had a sneaking suspicion as to why he did outside of staying with the SIS. Following this he became even more determined to kill Vitiate. Spending more and more time with Darth Marr in their search.

#swtor #the starwing legacy #ligastar starwing #theron shan x jedi knight #swtor jedi knight

[wackyart]

Fictions Recap !

Hey hi hello, here are a few fanfictions I've been working on for some time now ! All of them are posted on AO3 and available with the links here ! "Cables and Closets: How to deal with your unhinged chaotic daughter": A fanfic about my Cathar Imperial Agent turned Smuggler and his daughter Ruí. This is a funny and cute fic, no TW whatsoever. Just pure fluff and a bit of comedy. Link here ! "Stormy Night": A cute fanfic about Theron Shan, Jaimie Balmor'he and their daughter Kiera Shan (aka "Kiki"). Kiki is afraid of storm so she seeks comfort with her parents. Cute something, fluff and basically them being good parents for the kiddo. I love this one a lot 🤍 Link here ! "The Captive and Deserter": Okay so this one is a heavy one. The "non-con" tag concerns the fact that the characters are physically ab*sed, not s*xually, and I want people to see that this is a heavy fiction, to make sure they're not going to click on it if that bothers them. This fiction is about my Cathar Imperial Deserter Raiden and Saël Valkaryan when they are caught and thrown into an Imperial Prison. They do their best to escape and this fanfiction is based a bit around the TV Series Andor, the same amount of violence and all. So pleas be careful with this if those subjects make you uncomfy or trigger you please. TW: Violence, physical/mental abuse, bullying, angst, like FULL ANGST, mentions of torture, mentions of wounds/blood and all... Link here ! "Growing Pains: When your worst problem in a Galaxy at war is teething.": Fanfiction about my young Cathar OC named Sable, Luce and Lana's daughter. In this fic, Sable is teething with her adult fangs and she seeks comfort in Lana's arms. No tw whatsoever, just a cute fiction. Link here !

"A Child's Play: Kiki's Quest for Datapads Domination": Fanfiction about Theron and Jaimie's daughter, Kiera, using a datapad. Something cute including Theron Shan, Jaimie Balmor'he, Koth Vortena, Lana Beniko, Luce Rivashi, Sable Beniko Rivashi. Fluffy and funny, no TW whatsoever ! (Added 19/03/2023) Link here !

(This post is going to be updated in the future with the recent ones !!)

#lana beniko x jedi knight #swtor lana #lana beniko #swtor theron #theron shan #sable beniko rivashi #Kiera shan #luce rivashi #jaimie balmor'he #star wars #swtor stuff #my swtor #swtor brainrot #swtor fanfiction #swtor romance #swtor oc #swtor #sw ocs #sw art #fanfiction #writing #swtor imperial agent #game: swtor #jedi knight #jedi #sith #ao3 works #ao3 funny #swtor kotfe #swtor kotor

[meanbihexual]

for the soft prompts, "kissing their lover’s knuckles"

Oh my god it's been 3 months since you asked this. I'm so sorry, I'm like a snail trying to escape from molasses. But I really enjoyed writing this, so thank you for the prompt! (Also, I wrote some of this from Theron's PoV and I'll probably post it later after I have time to clean it up because I think it's funny.)

Stupidity, or, How to Tell Your Jedi Girlfriend You Got into a Fistfight

Rating: E

Pairing: Theron Shan/Safiya Adraiel (f!Jedi Knight)

The light side of the Force did not breathe easily on Yavin IV. Centuries of darkness, of every centimeter of this jungle moon steeping in the hatred and madness of Vitiate and his most devoted, had transformed it into a gaping wound that oozed cold tendrils of dread into the very air that surrounded it. Even for a Jedi Master, experienced in both the ways of the dark side and the former Sith Emperor as Safi was, finding the light here was a long, slogging battle.

From the moment that Republic troops had landed in the section of jungle that had been selected to house their camp, it became apparent that something was going to have to be done about the ever-present darkness. Their side of the Coalition simply wasn’t used to this sort of energy, and after the first day planetside, when 38 fights, 162 instances of insubordination, and “a frankly ridiculous amount” of unprompted crying fits were reported, Grandmaster Satele charged the Jedi with doing whatever they were able to mitigate the effects on themselves and their comrades.

Which was why Safi now found herself, tired and stiff, sitting cross-legged on her camp bed and trying to shake off the aftereffects of several hours of largely fruitless meditation. Her attempts to soothe and sway the Force into something less oppressive hadn’t made much progress tonight, but she supposed that was only to be expected. Anything that was going to be easily influenced would already have been taken care of in the last few weeks, and what was left was going to take considerably more effort.

For now, though, there was no sense in continuing to throw herself at the problem; she had exhausted her mind this evening, and she needed to get out of her head, to exercise physical muscles instead of mental.

She was so drained that she didn’t even notice Theron’s approach until the security panel at the door of her tent chimed and he ducked under the flap, turning to secure it once more after he stepped through. Since their time on Rishi, when she had stopped fighting the attraction that had been growing between them since their first meeting, her awareness of him through the Force had grown quickly. If he was anywhere near his presence flamed across her senses like a supernova that she couldn’t ignore if she tried. That he had been able to surprise her at all was a testament to how thoroughly she had worn herself out.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she started, stretching her neck side to side as she spoke. “I need—” She broke off suddenly as Theron turned to her and she got her first real look at him. The beginnings of what would likely be a nasty bruise blossomed across his left jaw and cheekbone, and his lip on the same side was split and swollen. His jacket was off, draped over one arm, and the white shirt he wore was dirty and torn in several places. Splotches of blood stained the hem on the right side, Safi guessed due to his hand, which was wrapped in the fabric and pressed against his torso.

She stood hurriedly, crossing the short distance between them in a few quick steps. Standing before him, her hand came up to his face, fingers hovering just centimeters over his bruised skin.

“What happened?” she asked, concern and dismay winding through her words.

Theron lifted his uninjured hand and rubbed it across the back of his neck, looking distinctly sheepish as he spoke.

“I got in a fight.”

“A fight?” Safi echoed, raising a brow in disbelief and drawing back slightly. She moved to cross her arms, changed her mind halfway through, and motioned to the bed instead.

“Sit down. I’ll get the med kit, and you can tell me what happened while I patch you up.”

She could hear the change in her voice, the tone that had morphed from caring to something much less sympathetic after his admission, but she was at a loss to do anything about it. Of all the explanations he could have offered, a fight was the last thing she had expected. What could have possessed him…but maybe she was being unfair. It was possible it had been completely legitimate, she reasoned as she moved to the locker on the back wall of the tent, opening it and removing a small med kit. She should give him a chance to explain.

Returning to the bed and sitting down in front of him, she opened the case, removing a small tube of kolto gel and breaking the seal. Squeezing a dollop onto two fingers, she began to gently dab the medicine onto his bruised face.

“So?” she prompted as she worked.

Theron sighed, and her faint hopes for a reasonable explanation evaporated as she watched his face contort with embarrassment.

“Please tell me it wasn’t with an Imperial,” Safi continued when he remained silent for another moment.

He started to shake his head before seeming to remember that she needed him to stay still.

“No,” he said instead. “A Republic soldier.”

Safi squeezed out more kolto and moved from his cheek to his split lip. Theron hissed as the kolto made contact with the open wound and she winced.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, trying to keep her touch as gentle as possible. “I know it stings.”

Theron reached out and laid his good hand on her knee.

“It’s okay,” he assured her, self-deprecation heavy in his voice. “My fault for getting in a fight, not yours.”

“Can’t argue with that,” she answered, a tiny smile flitting across her face. “I’m done with your face. Let’s see that hand.”

Theron unwound the hem of shirt from around his fingers and held his hand out to Safi, who took it in her own and examined it closely. The middle knuckles of all four fingers were split and sluggishly oozing blood; the shirt seemed to have slowed but not stopped the bleeding. Bruises spread both up and down from the wounds, and his pointer finger sat crookedly in a way that she was sure meant it was broken.

“I thought you SIS agents would know how to throw a punch without hurting yourself,” she mused, rummaging through the med kit for cleaning solution and bandages.

“I know how to punch,” Theron huffed. He muttered a colorful string of curses under his breath as Safi began the arduous process of cleaning dirt and other grit from his knuckles before continuing. “How was I supposed to know that bastard had a durasteel plate in his cheek?”

Safi hmmed noncommittally, not looking up from her task.

“So why were you fighting with this durasteel-cheeked soldier in the first place?” she asked.

“He was running his mouth outside the mess tent for anyone to hear. I told him to go back to the barracks, sober up before he said something that got him in trouble. He didn’t like my suggestion and took a swing at me, so I returned the favor.”

“What was he saying?” she asked, moving on from cleaning to applying kolto. “Sorry,” she interjected again as the kolto made first contact with his fingers.

The hand that still rested on Safi’s knee gave a quick squeeze of reassurance as Theron answered.

“Nothing worth repeating. He’ll think twice about doing it again, though—I stopped to talk to his commanding officer of the way here. He’ll be on waste disposal duty on the Dauntless for the next month.”

Safi felt like she was missing something. She had seen Theron in action, knew how easy it would have been for him to disable the drunk soldier without harming him and leave the discipline to his commanding officer.

“Were you not wearing your bracers?” she asked, knowing the answer already as she stared pointedly at the pieces encircling his wrists.

When he didn’t answer her eyes flicked up his face. His cheeks were flushed and he looked distinctly uncomfortable.

“I…” he started, trailed off, and didn’t say anything more.

Safi kept pressing. “Or could you not have evaded him until someone arrived to help you subdue him? I’ve seen how quickly soldiers gather for things like that.” Her hands remained busy as she spoke, finishing up with the kolto and moving on to splint the broken finger. She made quick work of that, her hands gentle but sure, and began to wind a bandage around all of the injured fingers.

The two of them were quiet for a long moment. The silence seemed to drag on and Safi felt her jaw tighten and her shoulders stiffen as she wondered whether he didn’t know the answer to her question or if he just didn’t want to explain. A lifetime of practice had her inhaling a slow breath through her nose, visualizing her frustration fluttering away on the air as she released it from her lungs.

As she secured the end of the bandage, another thought occurred to her. “Or—”

She only got out a single syllable before Theron finally spoke, the words exploding from his lips as if he had just lost a heated battle to keep them inside.

“He was  talking about you, okay?” He let go of her knee to run his good hand over his face, cursed as he pressed too hard against his bruises, and dropped it again with a sigh. “He was talking about you, and I just…lost control.”

Safi stared at him blankly, still cradling his hand in hers, processing his confession.

It neither surprised nor bothered her that some of the coalition would have less than kind things to say about her. She was a very public, prominent face of a small group that had asked them to lay down their arms and work with their sworn enemies—enemies who, in many cases, weren’t just philosophically different. No, most of the men and women in this camp had lost family, friends, homes, and more to the Empire, and she knew the same was true in reverse. It was only natural that some people would take that stress out on her, and her mind skipped over that information with barely any consideration.

What did surprise her, though, what had her thoughts swirling and crashing like the waves on Manaan during a hurricane, was the fact that Theron had gotten into a fight to…what? Defend her honor? Her first instinct was to tell him it wasn’t necessary—this certainly wasn’t the first time someone had made disparaging remarks about her, and it wasn’t likely to be the last—but she couldn’t deny that something inside her softened at the idea of him standing up for her. That didn’t change the fact that brawling was not something she approved of, and frankly she was still shocked that Theron had lost his cool like that.

He had remained quiet while she took in what he had said, and she noticed now that he looked miserable. Aside from his injuries, he held his mouth in a tight line, his eyes were downcast with what looked like guilt—and she suddenly realized how stupid she was being.

“Theron,” his name poured from her lips, soft and smooth as shadowsilk, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers with surprise. Clearly, whatever he had been expecting her response to be, it wasn’t this.

Safi tried to continue, to put into words the storm of affection and concern inside of her, but nothing came out. How could she tell him all at once that she was both frustrated and undone by him, worried about and irritated with him, overcome with tenderness and disbelief and something else, something soft and warm and utterly terrifying that she no name for?

She couldn’t, so instead she raised his injured hand to her lips and ghosted a gentle kiss across his bandaged knuckles. Immediately his face softened, one side of his mouth tilting up into that little half smile that made her insides melt.

“It was stupid, huh?” he said laughingly, shifting so that he could pull her against his side.

“Very stupid, yes,” she agreed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Next time, just start with the shit duty.”

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