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Aw, Dad!Quinn. Unflinchingly pragmatic, but also kind when he wants to be.
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Whirlwind round of comments!
@drug_cartel Ahh, Pansey's problem-solving with the novel Willsaam solution - I love it.
@frauzet Thorns sass. I love that he's alert, he has a full appreciation of the gravity of his situation, and he still wonders about sugared nerfs.
@Iheaca "Getting closer to a former enemy bore unpleasant consequences, it was making everything more personal, too personal perhaps." *winces* Yeah...he had to ask, but man is it an unpleasant question.
@Lord_Thorne !! Photin!! I liked the almost tunnel vision of this sequence - very few elements outside the awareness of body and body.
@Lady_Thorne Quite the breakdown! I like (in a "what a shame" way) the...distinction...of being a Cathar singleton. A piece of worldbuilding beyond what the game handed us.
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Self-help for Jedi. I love it.
Looks like my drabbles missed the mark. Next week will probably be something a little deeper with a little fewer people.
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I just finished publishing what might be called an epic fic elsewhere. As recovery, an eight-pack of drabbles about Standards, which I believe is our upcoming prompt! I don’t expect feedback on all of these, they’re pretty far-flung: one for every class character. The timing runs from Act 2 of the class line to year 2 of Knights of Miscellany.
Obscure spoilers for Imperial Agent Act 2. Almost exactly 800 words, not counting headings.
(Fade: Trooper)
“Any scams in the making?”
Tanno Vik looked up from his imported and definitely non-regulation soup. “Captain, I am shocked and offended that you would allege that any of my extracurricular transactions might be characterized as scams.”
“So, any?”
“Dorne figured out I was skimming off the requisitions. Strangely, no consequences happened.”
“Hm. I must’ve missed that signature.”
“Fade, you are a woman after my own heart.”
“You, heart. Funny guy.”
“Is there nothing you won’t stoop to to make your life more comfortable?”
“I won’t cross her without plausible deniability.” Fade cheerfully showed her teeth. “Remember that.”
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(Wynston: Imperial Agent)
“Vector,” said Wynston.
“Yes?”
“I was something of an unbalanced killing machine for three of the first five months of our acquaintance.”
“You were under duress.”
“You didn’t have to be my friend.”
“Even your bitterness was directed toward enemies of the Empire.”
“Is that the only qualification? Plenty of monsters fight enemies of the Empire.”
“Your concept of a monster has always intrigued us. Particularly your capacity for not becoming one.”
Excessively generous, but kind. “You’re a good man. Particularly your capacity for remaining one.”
“Then it’s fortunate we work together.”
Wynston clinked glasses. “I’ll drink to that.”
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(Jora Mei: Sith Inquisitor)
Jora Mei stood silhouetted in the viewport. Her stance was as rigid as her sable updo.
She spoke. “They have names for me, Lieutenant. Some more polite than others. While you serve me, I am Lord Mei. You may address me as ‘my lord.’ I expect your respect, your loyalty, and your immediate obedience in all situations. If you earn my punishment you’ll get it once. Otherwise, in return, serving me will be the greatest honor of your career. Do you understand?”
“Clearly, my lord.” Talos Drellik cleared his throat. “I was going to ask where the refresher is.”
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(Calline: Bounty Hunter)
“And there’s one bounty for a guy whose wife is cheating. He wants us to tail her and capture her boyfriend.”
Calline eyed Mako. “Really?”
“Hey, we would’ve taken this job two years ago.”
“We’re not desperate anymore.”
“I do like the sound of that. Hey, what about this guy who had a Gen’Dai cult start squatting on his property? They say they’re impossible to kill.”
“Hmm.”
“And I’m already regretting recommending that, aren’t I.”
Calline grinned. “I’ll call Torian.”
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(Vette: Smuggler)
The negotiation was not going well. This was particularly notable because the Hutt had Vette’s ship locked in hangar, and her holo was being jammed.
“So, what can you offer that would be more valuable to my master the Hutt than just impounding your vessel?”
Time to ease off the “nice person” control. “Your body’s structural integrity?”
The Arcona blinked. “What?”
“Bowdaar? Rip his arms off.”
“I hate ripping people’s arms off,” opined Bowdaar.
“Ah, a civilized monster,” the Arcona said smugly. “Yes, I speak Shyriiwook.”
“That doesn’t mean I won’t do it,” added Bowdaar, flexing.
“Consider your ship freed.”
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(Larr Gith: Jedi Knight)
Wynston pointed. “If you take the upper path we can save maybe ten percent–”
“No.”
“If you take the upper path and I cover the lower escape we can probably get twenty-five–”
“Nope.”
Wynston eyed Larr Gith more or less patiently. “Fifty-fifty if we bring in the excavator.”
“Unacceptable.”
“Fine. If I go out personally and succeed in activating their train, which is a titanic if, while you make a distraction and shepherd people along topside…we might be able to save them all.”
“I knew you had it in you, Imp.” The Jedi Human’s eyes sparkled. “Let’s go.”
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(Tebbith: Jedi Consular)
“Forward to bibliography,” murmured Tebbith, tapping the controls of the console linked into the glowing holocron.
“Error,” printed the console. “No bibliography found.”
“Index of tables.”
“No index of tables found.”
“List of references.”
“No list of references found.”
Tebbith scratched his horns and stared. “This is unbelievable.” He plucked the holocron out of its stand and carried it off to the library’s closet of shame. It would have to be manually indexed when he or a student had the time.
Nary a citation. Barbaric. And people didn’t think library science was exciting.
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(Ruth Niral: Sith Warrior)
The officer was pointing at Major Jorgan. “Commander, if they’d left the civilians, who weren’t even supposed to be there, behind, they could have gotten out without casualties on our people.”
“Thirty civilians,” said Jorgan. “Davins died doing something for someone. He wanted that.”
Ruth listened.
Jorgan pressed on. “Commander, we’re not the kind of people who give up on innocents. I was not going to sacrifice them to cover our escape.”
“You did the right thing,” said Ruth.
“I said I–ma’am?”
“You did the right thing. Thank you.”
“Huh.” He subsided. “Ma’am.”
“I’ll notify Davins’ next of kin.”
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What a hopping thread!
@JamagsAwesome Daal's commentary is wonderful, and Thrakkis's persistence is scary. As for Rikynn, I am a sucker for people having heroes in their youth that they grow into as adults.
@JennyFlynn I've never read such a vivid action report of awful kissing. XD
@Lord_Thorne How wrenching
Even knowing the things Photin is destined for, it's hard. Taking her name is such a brutal cut. Then again I'm imagining her teaming up with a Jedi named Synthesis and having plant-based adventures all over the galaxy... -
Lookit me, getting to communicate on the official forums!
That assassin vs. serial killer thing was a wonderful moment.
Xyre is just the right level of "wait, how much does she know?" I certainly didn't expect her rendition of Oricon.
I feel bad for Xalkory trying to maintain something of a grip on much of anything. Some major currents going on here.
Delighted by the update
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@drug_cartel
*hyperventilates*
?Iokath? spoilers
I was doing fine, hating Quinn, hating Quinn is my vocation and my addiction, and then you made me hate him some more (as a side note that thing about Elara's speech and Pansey's aspiration was utterly stellar), and I was really getting into a hating-Quinn groove, and then I died
Guss is the real hero.
Spoilers for ?Iokath?, does Quinn really try to kill you again if you side with the Republic? I've neither played it nor had the patience to Youtube it. What does Elara do, threaten to leave a negative Yelp review on the site of your negotiations?
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@JamagsAwesome I always wanted to flirt with Attros Finn (the Jedi tending Yuon Par on the Consular's Coruscant), but my actual Consular never would...so then when I listed OC exes to see who might be interesting, Attros rocketed to the fore.
Also, I remember that Carth&Canderous exchange! Some of my characters lean much more toward Carth's view.
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@JamagsAwesome It's heartbreaking to see a kid that age having to make up anything, much less try to save a parent's life by it. Good origin story, though.
Ja-Mags is interesting. I like a Knight who shows some actual attunement to the galaxy from time to time (though I realize it's hard for a game to implement that).
I feel like "“Don’t flatter yourself, young one,” Master Drenn joked, “I sincerely hope you aren’t trying to impress all the Sith girls.”" did a good job of defusing sexual tension. Sometimes you just want your kid to get dressed.
@Iheaca Your ideas of Sith not bothering to extinguish all cultural practices make sense.
@Lord_Thorne Definitely on my "dark" list, but I love how this one played out. It really feels like a guy sitting down and half reporting, half reciting what's happened. Killer last two lines.
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@JamagsAwesome I love Thrakkis's competition, and the way it turns around into familiar game elements as it goes. Nice showdown.
And yay, Smuggler and Trooper! Somehow a Smuggler often shows up where they're not supposed to be...
@Iheaca Beautiful. I love the idea of the Sith tolerating cultural festivals as long as they don't get out of hand...or include any undesirable elements. I'm cheering (at this point in time) for Nyx.
Sorry, when I thought about Kissing Frogs I thought about one guy. And one girl. Guess which one is the frog. Spoilers for Jedi Knight and Jedi Consular Coruscant.
“Attros!” Larr Gith had been courting the guy in off hours for a week now. The handsome Mirialan was permanently tending to some sick Jedi Master in the Senate tower, which was a tragic waste of adorableness. Now, as she leaned in, she saw that the Jedi Master was lying still, looking withered on her narrow bed. “How’s things? How is Master Yuon?”
“Her state is unchanged, I’m afraid,” said Attros Finn. “Our associate has found two of the three Noetikons, though. If answers are to be found, they’ll be found there.”
“That sounds very scholarly,” Larr Gith said politely. “What say we get supper someplace…comfortable?”
“Maybe less comfortable than last night?” Attros Finn said, his voice going up half a tone.
“Oh, I get that a lot. I found a place off Diplomacy Row. Nothing too fancy, don’t worry, you can afford it.”
“Oh,” said Attros. “Listen, I can’t. There’s nobody to cover me tonight. If Master Yuon is disturbed, if she wakes up alone…”
“Fine. Plan B!” She gestured and the protocol droid came in under the weight of a basket. “Let’s make yonder empty bed a picnic table.” She swept the basket from the droid’s arms, set it down on the bare narrow bed, and started unpacking a rich spread of things, mostly the Mirialan delicacies Larr Gith liked best. “I tried not to mess up the fed’ra.”
“You cooked this?”
“Gracious, no. I just paid the most authentic-looking guy in the marketplace.”
“You’re a very…unusual…woman, Larr.”
“And you’re a special man, Attros. Please, dig in.”
She kept chattering while they ate, giving him the news she was sure he would find interesting about the Senate and the Jedi Order’s doings with particular attention to her heroism in tracking down the stolen Planet Prison plans. She gave him plenty of time to respond with encouragement and acknowledgements.
“Listen,” she finally said, dabbing at her full pink-stained lips with a napkin, “why don’t we go someplace? Not for long, just enough to get to know each other.”
“Larr, you know I can’t.”
“Because you’re worried about her? Or because you don’t think I’m interesting?”
“Larr, you are – you are fascinating, you know you’re – that is – I–”
She smiled and smoothed her white and gold formal tunic, a marked contrast to Attros’s approved Jedi brown robes, down her waist and over her hips. “Let me break it down for you. A Jedi must be detached, right?”
He seemed to relax. “That’s right.”
“There can be no detachment without attachment.”
He frowned. “I’m pretty sure that’s factually untrue.”
She leaned in. “Can you afford to run that risk?”
She saw the moment he thought ‘oh, screw it.’ He leaned across the bed and kissed her, awkwardly, shyly, with definite fed’ra breath. Still tasted reasonably authentic.
“Still detached?” she purred.
“I have to be.” He fell back. “I’m sorry. You’ve been very nice, Larr, and you’re a beautiful woman, and–”
Impossible. “And you’re not interested. I get it, Attros.” Luckily for everyone, she could be mature about other people being too neurotic to have fun. “Still, admit it, those were a good five seconds.”
Attros sat down and laughed shakily. “I’m not about to forget.”
A/N.
The Larr Gith of the larger Ruth!verse has actually developed quite a lot emotionally from the woman seen here.
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@Lord_Thorne Too funny. Saresh making children cry is now solidly in my mental image SWTOR highlights reel.
@drug_cartel I can only imagine Pansey’s in for a nasty shock. Though, if you ignore Baras’s last thirty seconds with everyone he uses, he really does play a more constructive, well-thought-out game than most of the Dark Council…
Tired but also Vacation for Calline, Grand Champion of the Great Hunt in the Ruth!verse and followon Knights of the Dawning Alliance. Her time on Rishi during Shadow of Revan is a little…hectic. Minor Shadow of Revan spoilers.
Calline closed her eyes and stretched out on the plastoid lawn chair beside the aquamarine lagoon. Given the temperature she was in her work suit’s light tank top and the sole pair of shorts she had ever owned, and she had braided her dark blue hair around her head, granting herself a crown rather than a sticky mane. The scene was idyllic: sunny, carpeted in little starlike flowers, fringed in bright wide-leaved plants, moderated by a light breeze, with a peaceful pebble-sand bank suitable for sunning. Rishi had never felt better.
“Su cuy’gar.” So you’re still alive.
She hadn’t heard the footsteps before Torian’s words. Damn, he won this time. She opened her eyes and could tell from his grin that he knew it. “Su nuhoy’gar.” So you’re still funny.
Torian stopped a respectful distance from her feet. “You’ve been practicing.”
Calline brought her arms in to fold over her chest and shrugged. “I don’t want to sound like a complete idiot.”
“More than a few Mandalorians have asked me to offer you their tutoring services.”
Calline rolled her eyes, a Chiss subtlety that might not translate. “‘Services.’”
“There’s a reason I don’t pass them along.”
“Thanks.” That went for both the discretion surrounding people she was sick of and his own Mando’a teaching.
“Ask you something?”
Calline nodded.
“Do Chiss tan?”
“I don’t try. Just…enjoying the warmth.” She didn’t have to tell him what a madhouse things had been since that Jedi and Sith pair had come ripping through Torch’s, and their, stronghold. Rishi was still wondering where all its body parts had ended up. Calline was going to need a lot more R&R than this if anybody expected her to team up with those two.
Funny, how a wealthy retirement managed to stay one job away indefinitely. But she didn’t have to take that job yet.
Torian, rather than staring, turned to the lagoon’s placid edge. “Good skipping stones here.”
Calline sat up. “Hm?”
He pried a round stone free of its spot in the mosaic and sent it skimming across the water, bounce, bounce, bounce, in a curving dotted trail of ripples, until the clear water swallowed it. Fish fled from every strike.
He picked up another and offered it. “Here. See my wrist, and the way my finger follows up for the spin.” He picked up a third and demonstrated.
Calline threw. She got a single skip, then a loud plop. “Meant to do that.” They both laughed. She picked a stone and tried again. It was pointless, but it was fun.
She wasn’t sure when Torian’s company had come to qualify as restful. It put him in a club with Mako, T5, and maybe Calline’s older siblings. Regardless, she chose stone after stone, and drew curving Xs opposite Torian’s throws, and not a single one of the Grand Champion’s enemies disturbed them. Who needed more relaxation than that?
A/N.
I really believed I wouldn’t like Torian when I first heard about him, but he won me over. He’s the good kind of bro.
The Jedi and Sith are Larr Gith (JK) and Darth Scythia (SI), two great egomaniacs who egomaniac together from Rakata Prime clear through Ziost.
Mando’a from mandoa.org.
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It's funny with the name 'Jora' and the mention of the funeral pyre, well, I couldn't help but thinking about GoT
Jora Meimont, the unhappiest retainer
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Comments:
@drug_cartel I really like that Rathari is impressed by, not just the power, but also the canny use of allies. It seems like the kind of thing a Sith survivor would appreciate.
@Lord_Thorne I was in suspense all through this! I love the only partly deadly collection.
Story:
Mistakes were Made! This was a challenge for me until I realized that it could get me out of a bind. See, Darth Scythia’s first officer Andronikos Revel isn’t a good fit for her possessive nature, and I had struggled to figure out how he escapes her inner circle…spoilers for early Andronikos conversations.
This comes in two parts.
Part 1:
“Andronikos. I have a surprise for you.”
Andronikos looked up from the navicomputer. They had just left hyperspace. He was an hour away from landing on Rishi, a planet where he could jump ship and disappear into the underworld. Engines under his feet, a clear sky ahead…freedom. Freedom outside the obsessive clutches of the Sith who had confiscated his world four years ago and tried to hold it in lockdown ever since. Well, he finally had the nerve and opportunity at the same time.
He stood up and wondered how much of his thoughts she could read. “What is it?”
“We’re docking. Manage it.”
“Any elaboration on that, Jora?” She only let him call her that in private these days. He might be the last person left who hadn’t updated his holodex with “Darth Scythia.”
“No,” she said, and walked out again in a clacking of silver beads.
A woman with a hauntingly familiar voice came on the line, talking through their ships joining up and extending airlocks. Andronikos waited a few seconds. Nobody said anything. He sauntered out to the airlock.
Jora Mei was there, mincing into the tunnel between ships. At the far end was a transparisteel window into the docked ship. There were people standing on the other side.
He knew them. He knew every one.
Jora Mei hit the button to speak through the door. “Before the Sky Princess, there was the Black Stubble. Charming name, by the way. Before your crew mutinied and died one by one in the desert, your previous crew, well…you left them in a bit of a bind. Didn’t you.”
Andronikos looked over the waiting faces. Different species, different types, different blasters. The same looks on their faces. “There weren’t enough pods for us all,” he said nervously. “I did everything I could to keep that ship from falling out of the sky, but I can’t do miracles.”
“Miracles?” purred Jora Mei. “But your crew is alive, for the most part. So that ship must have pulled off a truly astonishing reversal. Now? Your friends are here.” She turned her face to the window. “Mistakes were made that day. I’m willing to make it up to you, brave buccaneers. There is a certain cosmic justice in meeting your first mate, one last time.”
“You’re kidding, right?” said Andronikos. “Let’s blow this place.” He took no pleasure in it, but it would tie off a lot of loose ends.
She released the button; their voices were for the two of them in the echoing airlock passage. “I think not. All you ever wanted was freedom, Nikki. So I set you free. What you do with it is your problem.” Her gaze slanted over to the waiting pirates. “Problems.”
“What did I do? You always have a reason. You don’t go to this trouble unless there’s something you’re punishing. So what? What did I do this time?”
“You know my terms! You know what I want. I want your service, loyal, permanent. I’ve wanted it for years and all you’ve done is tease. I could torture it out of you. I could crack your mind like a gizka egg and slurp out its contents and let your shell serve me until the day you volunteer to throw yourself on my funeral pyre. I chose not to. You should be grateful.”
She always did know how to get under his skin. She had tolerated bluntness from him before, and here bitterness overwhelmed common sense. “I’m grateful, all right. Grateful you let your ***** colors fly to start with. Made it that much easier to not get attached.”
“Funny, it didn’t look to me like you minded attaching. With a lot more desperation than skill.”
“If you think I felt anything doing it you’re dead wrong.” She sure as hell hadn’t. Probably...probably not even at the beginning. That would’ve required a trace of real emotion. “Sometimes you manage a Sith with what you’ve got. That’s all it ever was.”
She bared her teeth, dull white between green lips. “Liar. You would have died of ecstasy if I ever thought you were worth the effort. You think I don’t know to the hour when you gave up? You were about to leave me. You arrogant scum, you thought you could just walk away from Darth Scythia. Well I’m choosing the road you walk, Nikki, I always choose the road. And you’ll follow it to the bitter end if I have to punt you down the cobblestones myself. Go face your old friends. Maybe you’ll enjoy their attentions more.”
No more chances. Scythia opened the airlock door and shoved Andronikos into the waiting crowd. Nine blasters hummed in harmony, all around. “Our business is concluded,” she said, and returned to her ship.
Part 2:
Forty-five minutes later…
Andronikos sat in a grimy low-light lounge on board the Phoenix Biter. His leg was up on a table while Ringe patched up the blaster bolts. She hated being nicknamed Syringe, but nothing could stop the crew from using the shorter version.
“Was that really necessary?” he said, and tossed back a pungent drink.
“Believe me, we were leaning toward more thorough revenge,” said Stala, now apparently Captain Stala. “Took me a while to get everyone together…that’s a lot of stewing, nine people over eight years.”
“We can’t all hitch our starships to the Dark Council,” added Vorn.
“But I see you can’t resist me.”
“Nerf ****,” Neeva said affably. “But Darth Scythia plus revenge seemed too interesting to pass up. We’ve all got stories, but I got nothing as good as that.”
“Good to know. So here’s what I don’t get. Explain to me how you got out from uncontrolled reentry onto Hoth.”
“Without escape pods,” Vorn said pointedly.
“Yeah,” said Andronikos, “remind me to tell you what a picnic it was getting off Hoth with two credits and one layer of clothing. Sometimes I think it would’ve been smarter to go down with the ship.”
“We had to patch the engine to regain altitude,” said Neeva.
“What, take it offline and…?”
“No time for that. We bolted a new panel on over what was there.”
“And that worked?”
“Mistakes were made,” reported Vorn.
“Well, it superheated and exploded the patch all through the engine room, but Vorn got out, and more importantly we got enough power to stabilize our orbit.”
“Incredible. Hey, hit me, this is good stuff.”
Shee walked in from the direction of the bridge. “I just told Darth ***** that Andronikos is dead and we’re going our separate ways.”
Everyone looked around.
“You and me and us, we didn’t get along,” said Ringe.
“It’s been a long time. We’ve grown apart,” added Neeva.
“I don’t even own this ship,” said Stala. “Technically.”
“We were pretty much about to murder each other anyway, wasn’t that the point of this adventure?” said Vorn.
“I know an archive in the Outer Rim that maintains priceless and mostly non-Force-tainted artifacts. Visited there once with, ah, high clearance,” said Andronikos.
“Nikki,” said Stala, “she’d kill you.”
Andronikos tossed back the rest of his drink and grinned. “She’d have to find us first.”
A/N.
Don’t be a supervillain. Confirm your kills.
By the way, it’s called the Black Stubble because Blackbeard was taken.
Apparently I use a lot of bad language.
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Darmas...oh no he didn't. Oh no he didn't. OH NO HE DIDN'T.
Loved this chapter.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
It’s May 31st – the sixth anniversary of the SFC on the SWTOR forums! It was a thread on the SWTOR Story and Lore forum where elliotcat suggested making a thread in the Fan Fiction forum, and over a troupe of budding (and established) fanfiction writers went, and the rest, well, is six thousand posts and counting! The forum mods gave us a special exemption to exceed 1000 posts in a single thread, and boy did we run with that.
I want to say a big THANK YOU, to our founders, our authors, our commenters, our readers, our prompters, our archivists, our open-minded forum mods, and every fan whose passion and creativity helped build (and view!) what is probably the biggest and most diverse SWTOR fic thread on this planet or any other. It's been a pleasure, and I don't think we're done yet.
Any veterans want to share a memory or two? Or newer authors, with what brought them to this neighborhood? ^.^
As a nod to our storied history, and a way of rescuing what Photobucket ate, I'm bringing back the charts describing the thread's growth and contents from 500 to 2300 story posts! (This isn't complete - we're at 2628 stories now!) I seem to be unable to embed images, but I can link them, and there’s trivia in plain text.
500 Stories
Our most prolific authors:
bright_ephemera with *coughcoughkindofashamedtoadmit*
kabeone with 43
iamthehoyden with 40
Morgani and Striges tied with 39
Tatile and Magdalane tied with 37
Among the first 500 stories, 31 authors are represented. A solid 119 of those stories involve kissing. Our favorite non-companion NPC is General Garza with seven appearances; Darth Ravage has five and Lord Zash has four.
Genders of story protag, counted by story
1000 Stories (I lost my files for this one but there’s some plain text from the old post!)
Ladies and gentlemen, we have officially reached ONE THOUSAND STORIES on this thread! The 49 authors of the thread have earned 166,000 pageviews while writing a combined 857,619 words over the past year. That's the word count equivalent of the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy plus the first three and a half Harry Potter books!
The thousandth story, by my count, is YoshiRaphElan's Fame/Heroism. Congratulations!
Some figures from the stories thus far:
Longest: Ereiniel's Teachers and Heroes entry, with 5676 words. The longest multi-post story is Morgani's Brothers and Sisters, which weighs in at 19197 words.
Shortest: Striges' Varrel Umrahiel in Ceremonies, with 42 words. Unless you want to count the single word of Nalenne's contribution to bright_ephemera's four-part Tauntaun Roundup.
Timeline earliest: Striges' Varrel Umrahiel in a First about half a century before the class line.
Timeline latest: kabeone's Lord Scourge in the RemiGrey!verse, with a Worst Day Ever in 281 ATC.
The Old Faithful Club: Five authors have posted at least one story per month ever since the SFC was founded: Tatile, Striges, Magdalane, kabeone, and iamthehoyden.
Kissy couples (5+ stories):
• Miriah Chantalle and Corso Riggs
• Rochester Windthorpe and Broan
• Sana Kaarde and Aric Jorgan
• Ruth Niral and Malavai Quinn
• Vierce Savins and Elara Dorne
• Remi and Lord Scourge
• Ipha Kodrevas and Aric Jorgan
• Geltie and Rylee
• Athra and Malavai Quinn
• Esma Kaarde and Lord Scourge
• Maura Chantalle and Aric Jorgan
1500 stories
We've hosted 63 authors writing a whopping 1,361,388 words. By volume that's equivalent to the entire Harry Potter series, plus The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring.
The 1500th story was YoshiRaphElan's Collections with Quinn and his awards.
Longest: Still Ereiniel's Teachers and Heroes entry, with 5676 words. The longest multi-post story is DarthSillyMonkey's Waking the Sleeping Reaper, which weighs in at 23551 words. (It seems Bounty Hunters inspire volumes.)
Shortest: irishfino's There's No Off Switch with Aldrdinar. Unless you're counting Nalenne's single-word contribution to bright_ephemera's four-part Tauntaun Roundup. (It seems Sith Warriors can get to the point pretty quick when they want to.)
The Old Faithful Club: Striges and kabeone have posted at least one story per month ever since the SFC was founded!
Well Rounded: Striges, Earthmama, and YoshiRaphElan were the only authors to have written about all eight classes.
Featured classes counted by story
Featured companions, with stats and commentary
OC species, counted per character (not per story)
OC affiliations, counted per character (not per story)
OC classes, counted per character (not per story)
OC classes and genders, counted per character (not per story)
See You Around, Space Cowboy: We've added ten Bounty Hunters since the 1000 mark!
Fancy Meeting You Here: Every two-class crossover combination has appeared on this thread.
Diversity in Action: bright_ephemera has recurring characters of 8 species, Striges of (at least) 6, Tatile of (at least) 5.
Represent: Our one-off species representatives among 3+ story recurring characters are kabeone’s Master Xin the Kel Dor, bright_ephemera’s Master Zauvien the Togruta, Mrtwo’s Kouhun the Rattataki, Mrtwo’s Rizantos Terso (Rizz) the Sullustan, and YoshiRaphElan’s T8-H4 (Tate) the droid.
Tell Me The Odds: Throw a dart at this thread and there's an 11.1% chance you'll hit Quinn!
Kissy Couples (more than five stories):
• Miriah/Corso (Magdalane)
• Rochester/Broan (Tatile)
• Maura/Jorgan (Magdalane)
• Sana/Jorgan (iamthehoyden)
• Esma/Scourge (iamthehoyden)
• Ruth/Quinn (bright_ephemera)
• Remi/Scourge (kabeone)
• Athra/Quinn (irishfino)
• Ipha/Jorgan (Morgani)
• Vierce/Elara (bright_ephemera)
• Kinka/Vector (marissalf)
• Geltie/Rylee (irishfino)
• Bella/Corso (alaurin)
• Ayrs/Elara (Lesaberisa)
Most Active Companions (by number of characters hooked up with them):
• Quinn: 10
• Corso: 9
• Vector: 8
• Jorgan: 6
• Kaliyo: 5
• Pierce: 5
• Mako: 5
• Vette: 5
2000 Stories
72 authors, of whom 56 are repeat contributors, have joined in the fun, generating in total 3.17 stories per day, adding up to a whopping 1,888,871 words. By volume that's equivalent to the entire Harry Potter series, the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, and the entire Hunger Games trilogy.
Longest: The longest outside a series is Ereiniel’s Teachers and Heroes at 5676 words. The longest multi-post story is DarthSillyMonkey's The Fenn’rys Jobs, which weighs in at 40219 words.
Shortest: irishfino's There's No Off Switch with Aldrdinar. Unless you're counting Nalenne's single-word contribution to bright_ephemera's four-part Tauntaun Roundup.
The Old Faithful Club: Striges and kabeone have posted at least one story per month ever since the SFC was founded!
Classes By Story Count and Spoilers
Broken down from the graph above…Story classes and word count with three most prolific characters per class:
- Trooper: 446907 words (driven by Mallayse Lauren (alaurin), Vierce Savins (bright_ephemera), and Tiannya Valeskanovaya (alaurin))
- Bounty Hunter: 381815 words (driven by Drokk’it (DarthSillyMonkey), Katrynka Valeskanovaya (alaurin), and Jesp Rixik (Striges))
- Agent: 376013 words (driven by Wynston (bright_ephemera), Kinka Stormageddon (marissalf), and Fenn’rys (DarthSillyMonkey))
- Smuggler: 365433 words (driven by Valaya Tarenz (alaurin), Belladonya Lauren (alaurin), and Miriah Chantalle (Magdalane))
- Warrior: 284712 words (driven by Ruth Niral (bright_ephemera), Varrel Umrahiel (Striges), and Mellekor (bright_ephemera))
- Knight: 204223 words (driven by Remi Syeriy (kabeone), Maldecka the Kid (Lady-Jean), and Jasin (YoshiRaphElan))
- Inquisitor: 127534 words (driven by Ananz (bright_ephemera), Xania (Selentar), and Veresia Martell (Lesaberisa))
- Consular: 102893 words (driven by Jurial (Striges), Shira’Kian (DarthSillyMonkey), and Allissya Lauren (alaurin))
(This adds up to more than the 1.8 million full-thread total because stories featuring two classes are counted for each class.)
Well Rounded: Striges, Earthmama, Lesaberisa, DarthSillyMonkey, and YoshiRaphElan have each written about all eight classes.
And, finally, 2300 stories:
Our 2300th story is Mirdthestrill’s Description for Kiarn Skyfall.
84 authors, of whom 66 are repeat contributors, have joined in the fun, generating in total 2.4 stories per day, adding up to a whopping 2,368,763 words. By volume that's equivalent to the entire Harry Potter series, the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, the entire Hunger Games trilogy, and the entire Dune trilogy.
Longest: The longest outside a series is alaurin’s No Rest for the Wicked, at 6668 words. The longest multi-post story is DarthSillyMonkey's The Fenn’rys Jobs, which weighs in at 40219 words.
Shortest: irishfino’s 19-word There’s No Off Switch with Aldrdinar.
Longest: The longest outside a series is alaurin’s No Rest for the Wicked, at 6668 words. The longest multi-post story is DarthSillyMonkey's The Fenn’rys Jobs, which weighs in at 40219 words.
Shortest: irishfino’s 19-word There’s No Off Switch with Aldrdinar.
Classes and Spoilers by Story Count
Broken down from the graph above…Story classes and word count with three most prolific characters per class:
- Trooper: 535204 words (driven by Mallayse Lauren (alaurin), Tiannya Valeskanovaya (alaurin), and Vierce Savins (bright_ephemera))
- Bounty Hunter: 506663 words (driven by Drokk’it (DarthSillyMonkey), Katrynka Valeskanovaya (alaurin), and Jesp Rixik (Striges))
- Agent: 470801 words (driven by Wynston (bright_ephemera), Kinka Stormageddon (marissalf), and Fenn’rys (DarthSillyMonkey))
- Smuggler: 418723 words (driven by Valaya Tarenz (alaurin), Belladonya Lauren (alaurin), and Jaxzin (alaurin))
- Warrior: 371323 words (driven by Ciner (frauzet), Ruth NIral (bright_ephemera), and Varrel Umrahiel (Striges))
- Knight: 292944 words (driven by Remi Syeriy (kabeone), Roslynd Lauren (alaurin), and Maldecka the Kid(Lady-Jean))
- Inquisitor: 181110 words (driven by Rufuro (frauzet), Ananz (bright_ephemera), and Xania (Selentar))
- Consular: 185061 words (driven by Ka’van (Kitar), Jurial (Striges), and Feyte Saien (MIrdthestrill))
(This adds up to more than the 2.3 million full-thread total because stories featuring two classes are counted for each class.)
OCs (Original Characters):
The Gang’s All Here: More than 615 uniquely named OCs have appeared on the thread!
Please Stand Up: The only repeated names have been Jack, Rose, and Amurri.
Room for Growth: Only one new Inquisitor has taken up residence in the last 300 stories. The fastest-growing crowds were the Warrior and Consular, which got five and six new characters.
Why, Hello There: Every two-class crossover combination has appeared on this thread.
Undeclared: 81 of our recurring OCs – 42 men, 37 women, 2 droids – stand outside a class role.
You Can’t Get There From Here: Thanks to YoshiRaphElan, Toprawa is the most popular fic location that cannot be reached in game.
Meet You There Anyway: Three non-game systems have attracted more than one author: Dantooine, Mirial and Mandalore.
Assemble the Team: Starting from the top, you would need to recruit all the way down to Vector (9th place) to get all party roles (melee DPS, ranged DPS, melee tank, ranged tank, healer).
Tell Me The Odds: Throw a dart at this thread and there's an 11.0% chance you'll hit Jorgan. There’s a 9.4% chance you'll hit Quinn. There’s a 0.3% chance you’ll hit both Jorgan and Quinn!
You Cannot Rid Yourself Of Me So Easily: Now and for the whole history of the thread to date, Lord Scourge is the most popular non-love-interest companion. (Non-LI in game, at least.)
Sir Not Appearing In… The most popular Smuggler-specific NPC is Darmas Pollaran, who appears in three stories. All other classes have representatives in the above chart.
And that’s the history, friends! Write on!
- Trooper: 446907 words (driven by Mallayse Lauren (alaurin), Vierce Savins (bright_ephemera), and Tiannya Valeskanovaya (alaurin))
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@Lunafox Oh, Quinn had a bad day. On the other hand, in my other Warrior continuity Ghost-Quinn starts off dead, so really, Ruth!verse!Quinn should be happy that all he's getting is several punches. As for Pierce and Jaesa...not touching that with a ten-foot lightsaber
@Kitar I'm always scared when Broonmark is in a good mood, but he can sense the wind changing.
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@Iheaca Welcome to the thread!! I love your Outlander's frustration - though in Arcann she just might get the opposition she seems to want. Your English reads very naturally.
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Carry on? That’s what my Sith Warrior does, through all challenges! Here, Sith Warrior Act 3 spoilers…that one. Also I guess spoilers for Jaesa’s power. Set twelve hours after the event that launched my fic writing career and spawned the wide-ranging extended Ruth!verse, here in an uncommon (for me) POV…~850 words.
June, 11 ATC
4 weeks before the confirmation of the Wrath
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Jaesa woke early and waited in the mess. Her mentor and friend the Light Side Sith Ruth hadn’t been seen since the night before, when she deposited a wounded Quinn in the cargo bay, called Broonmark and Pierce to guard, and stomped into her quarters.
Ruth showed up. Her clothes were still a little scorched. It was hard to tell in the hollows of her bloodless face, but her eyes seemed to have a red glint. Her presence in the Force was a sucking wound.
“Good morning,” said Jaesa.
Broonmark, passing by in the hall, coughed hard.
“Do we have my targets for the day?” said Ruth. She wasn’t moving toward the food.
Jaesa pulled out the kind of pastry Ruth favored. “We haven’t heard from the Emperor’s Hand.”
“I’ve scared up a lead or two,” said Pierce, inviting himself in. “We’ll get to Baras’s spies.”
“Good,” said Ruth. “Right back to the beginning.”
Fury laced her words. Jaesa hadn’t been there for that beginning. The imprisoned man had been. She pushed the pastry across the counter, then poured some caf. “Ruth, do you want to center yourself before we go out there?”
“‘Master’ will do,” she said. “And I’m centered exactly where I need to be.”
She pushed the caf over. “Have you talked to Quinn?”
Desperation flashed in what little blue was left. “Nobody talks to him. Nobody talks about him. You get to guard him today. If he moves a hair out of line, knock him out and holo me.”
Pierce shifted. “It’s better if he stays conscious, milord.”
Jaesa wondered whether Ruth was thinking about the fact that Pierce and Broonmark had had the chance to work the man over last night when he’d come back to the ship after his failed trap. But all Ruth said was, “Good point. No medical attention, Jaesa.”
“You don’t have to go out,” said Jaesa.
“Yes, I do. It doesn’t slow down. It never slows down. I don’t need to slow down.”
Jaesa looked pleadingly at Pierce. Pierce arched a noncommittal eyebrow at Jaesa. Something about his eyes seemed to be awake for the first time. He wasn't going to interfere with the free fall.
“Don’t be obtuse,” said Ruth. “There’s a new normal here. With a new lesson plan. Trust no one. When you look at me look for my weaknesses.” Her jaw worked. “Everyone else does.”
“I’ll back you up, master. No matter what.”
“I’m sure someone will beat that out of you before this is done.”
Vette popped her head in. “Good morning, sisters and Pierce I guess,” she said. “We laying low for a while?”
“Not for a minute,” said Ruth. “Be prepared to guard the ship. If you leave without me I will make you wish I’d left you on Korriban.”
“Why would I take your ship?” Vette said blankly. “You think I’d be seen flying this monument to the Imperial aesthetic?”
Ruth kneaded her temples. “Has anyone ever told you you talk a lot?”
“Nah. Never heard that one before.” She sounded too cheerful, as though wounded. “Nice of you to ask, though.”
Ruth looked past her. “Broonmark,” she barked, the edge in her command voice harder than ever.
The Talz appeared in the doorway. Ruth looked him over and her mouth hardly twitched at all. She jerked her thumb toward Pierce. “You two want to have some fun? I’ve got people to kill.”
Until recently she had reversed that pair of assignments, leaving the vicious ones behind. Jaesa leaned forward. “If we get to Baras’s spies we can find out how far he–”
“We kill them. That’s what we do with…” Ruth trailed off, staring at the floor. “That’s what we…that’s…” Jaesa was the only one to brace herself against the red swell when Ruth looked back up. "They’re going to die.”
“Let me handle this,” said Jaesa. “Please. Stay here. You’ll be protected.”
“My father is dead. My–he is a traitor. Who the hell do you think would be protecting me?”
“Me, master.”
“Then why didn’t you start twenty-four hours ago?” Ruth’s jaw twitched again and she sat very slightly taller. “I’m going to get this right. I’m not going to slow down. Someday you will be afraid of me.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Someday soon.” She made gloved fists and stepped out.
Pierce lingered. “Things just got interesting.”
Jaesa knew it was the dread talking, but she was too disgusted to stay quiet. “You know I only had to use my power on you once? Your bloodlust runs straight through.”
Pierce cracked a grin. “And her?” Ruth was already gone around the corner. Jaesa sat irresolute. Pierce eyed her. “How often does it change?”
Never, she wanted to claim, she will always carry the light; but he was already walking away, and after all, Jaesa didn’t know for sure.
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@Lord_Throne, GUSS FICS YES. His bumbling is hilarious and endearing, spot on. I was dying at “and, um, as a Jedi, let me assure you the Order isn't gonna take anyone's money. Even if there is a lot of it.”
@drug_cartel, what a perfect application of censorship/creative surveillance! I like seeing Pansey’s reasoning for what she’s doing and why it has to be hush-hush.
Now, Drinks! I got a cocktail name and had to write a story for it. It’s an experiment: I bring you a story set in Knights of the Dawning Alliance, a longform fic on AO3 that uses several class roles. This particular story is set in the Alliance’s main cantina during the events of Knights of the Fallen Empire (part 1) and Knights of the Eternal Throne (part 2). There are no game spoilers. I cut out all KOTDA arc info except the premise of the second part of this story, which is taken out of context (you learn that one character went on a dangerous mission).
SW, IA.
Ruth was going back and forth on whether to tip the droid bartender when the time came. It appeared to be a significant cultural divide. She was meeting a Sith, so no tip was probably better suited.
The bartender, a four-armed protocol droid with a spade-shaped silver head and unsettling blue coil eyes, swiveled to look at her like it knew.
The cantina on Odessen was broad and low-ceilinged, an artifact of the first feverishly rushed construction of the base. Its lights were comfortably vague and tinged with rose. There were round tables, and leatheris-upholstered booths done in loud multicolored patterns that none of the designers would admit to. Maybe because Ruth had been armed when she asked. One entire wall bore a single sinuous neon line twisting into silhouettes of a Twi'lek, a Zeltron, a Rodian, all one bright red mural. The smell was a complex but appetizing mélange. The place was more than half full of people chattering more or less peacefully. People noticed the Outlander here, but she plainly didn’t overawe them.
Lana walked in with her customary decisiveness. She was in black, something with a startlingly low neckline and snug waist. Well, they weren't on duty. She smiled greeting. “Ruth.”
“Lana. Dressing up?”
Lana touched the aurodium chain of orange stones at her neck, bright punctuation to the fair skin and black cloth. She had been really, really proud of that necklace since the day Wynston had given it to her. The positive mood was contagious. “I can't be practical all the time.”
Ruth laughed. “Yes, you can.” Not that she would crush her lieutenant’s sartorial dreams, not when she was in such good spirits. “You look good.”
Lana’s pale eyebrows shot up. “Ruth, I had no idea.”
“What–I–!”
Lana grinned. “Try not to sound too horrified.” She took the stool next to Ruth and leaned toward the bartender. “Droidbanger, please.”
“Oh, naughty,” said the bartender in its rapid falsetto, and swung into motion.
“…What?” said Ruth.
“You’ve never heard of them? There was a big ad campaign for it in Hutt space a few years back. ‘Droidbanger. If it's wrong I don't want to be right’.”
“Oh, naughty,” chorused the droid.
“I find it quite refreshing,” said Lana.
“Now I have to know. One for me. – I assume from the amount of alcohol going on that Wynston won't be joining us.”
“He's on the hyperlanes,” Lana said briskly. “He and Tebbith are going to dazzle an undecided cartel with their diplomatic ways.”
“Wynston...teamed with a Jedi. Will wonders never cease.”
“He has never been anything but polite about him.”
“Lana. You know how he feels about Force users.”
Lana swept in the tall narrow glass filled with a greyscale gradient. “Do I? Any time I try to talk to him about a Force sensitive he gets an urgent message from somewhere.”
“You and I got insanely lucky to not be on his Sith list.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Why aren't you going? You're the best negotiator we have.”
“You flatter me. But in addition to Wynston’s expertise we wanted the veneer of respectability. That means Jedi. I am too...devious.”
“Hmm. Wynston likes devious women. Probably the reason he and I didn't work out.”
“He admires you. Greatly.”
“Mutual, but devious earns you more favors.” Ruth took her own glass. “Why don't we sit?”
They adjourned to a little round table near the door, close enough for easy eavesdropping in several directions. A Lana special.
“Try it,” said Lana, and tipped her glass to her lips for just a moment.
Ruth followed suit and drank in one sludgy mouthful of…
…
…she swallowed, barely.
“What did I just put in my mouth?” she garbled. “Is that oil?”
“From a strictly chemical perspective, yes.” Lana beamed. “Unforgettable, isn't it?”
“This was a prank!”
“There was a nonzero chance you might like it. I do.” Lana tossed half of hers back with every evidence of enjoyment. “I'm happy I could expand your horizons.”
“That's it. Clean living and seltzer water from here on out.”
“You're defeating the point of going out for drinks.”
They stayed there, bordering on gossip as the unpacked the day's events. Sith to Sith; in a backwards way they did have more in common than did most random Alliance pairings. It was a great conversation, but Ruth didn’t touch the Droidbanger again.
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…several months later, Lana plunges into danger on a solo mission voted on by the command staff...
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Ruth left the command staff, minus one, in ops. She unzipped her grey body armor and she still felt like she couldn't breathe. She turned her steps to the cantina, where the spotty crowd looked and sounded funereal. The jukebox was settled in a nest of inert wires.
She sat at the bar. A Talz was nursing something metallic at the far end. Ruth waved. They rolled all their eyes and left.
So this was what remained.
She turned to the bartender droid. “A Droidbanger, please.”
Its blue coil eyes flared. “Oh, naughty.”
Ruth pulled out her holo, eyed it, and put it back.
Minutes or days later she heard someone behind her, their Force presence damped to near silence. Either Wynston or someone trying to kill her.
“You must be either an angel or a staggeringly good impersonator.”
Wynston. She turned. “Impersonator? Really?”
He shrugged sheepishly. “I'm off my game.”
Ruth hurried to push the pungent glass away.
“Don't toss it on my account,” he said. “I don’t require that everyone else stop drinking.”
“It tastes terrible.”
Hm. One Droidwinker, please.”
“Ooh, naughty,” said the bartender droid.
Ruth looked at Wynston.
He grinned. “It’s something Lana had our resident mixologist concoct out of juice and extracts and, ah, unspecified nonalcoholic ingredients.”
“Oh? How is it?”
He looked surreptitiously around at the thin crowd, then theatrically leaned in to touch his lips to her ear. “It is vile beyond my ability to express.” He eased onto the stool next to her. “You can never tell her I said that. I think of her when I have it, so it’s my favorite.”
“It must be. It has you smiling. The bar’s really okay?”
Wynston took the wide tumbler, gave Ruth a stoic look, and downed a fair portion of the blue-green swirl. “Just like she makes it,” he murmured. “The bar’s fine. I do have to learn to cope with the existence of watering holes or I'd be useless for half my missions. Besides, one meets the most interesting people there.” He winked.
Ruth’s holo beeped. She tore it out of her pocket so fast she almost took the pocket with it, and laid the holo on the bar. The beeping stopped; the screen indicated a terminated call, sender unknown.
“Ah,” Wynston said distinctly.
“I told her she could holo me anytime,” said Ruth. “I wish I could go stab something instead, but I can’t, so…here I am. We could split a drink remotely. Even a bad one. I just didn’t want…this.”
Wynston nodded. He took out his own holo and laid it by Ruth’s. “I made her the same offer. I've…wondered,” he said, and sipped. “How much separation can I take? A day or two, a week, easily. A few weeks if I have to. Months, if I agreed on the reason. But indefinitely? If this is commitment I have to say I preferred being a cad.”
“She’ll come home,” said Ruth. “She has a life here.”
The pulse was clear under his smooth blue skin, cast to pale violet by the lighting. His throat worked. “We're all on the same side. She made her reasons clear and...I understand them.”
“But you voted against her.”
His face had remained completely, hellishly calm. And it was, too, when he murmured, “I want her home.”
Ruth pressed his hand, then turned to her own drink. A vague resolution surfaced in her mind. “This is for you, Lana,” she said, and downed the entire remainder of that burning aching sludge with acid on top.
Wynston watched, bemused. “You're dedicating a Droidbanger to her? I thought you were friends.”
“Oh, naughty,” supplied the bartender droid.
The holos continued to do nothing. Table after table emptied. The Rodian in the wall mural flickered and went out, leaving a dull gap in the procession. No further missions materialized, nothing more to do. Ruth and Wynston's conversation limped and failed.
“It's going to be okay,” said Ruth.
He smiled. But he had finally run out of words. The bartender started switching off the rose-hued lights in the dining room. The two nudged their glasses around, and let the bartender tally its tips, and waited for a call to tell them how to feel.
A/N.
I heard it mentioned that sometimes what you like about a drink is the experiences you've had with it in the past. There's something to that.
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Wow! What a joy to read through!
Is there any chance for a barebones plot summary of Chapter Thirty-Six for our more squeamish readers?
I love Darmas' involvement. Time spent with Darmas Pollaran onscreen is time well spent.
I love that the liquidation droid is LQ-D8.
Andronikos is a handy favorite. What you see is what you get., and he remains sympathetic through the hardest times.
My favorite scene is Theron and Lia dancing. No contest. I was also really fond of Lana and Balkar's split - er, not because I dislike the ship, but because they were thoughtful and not unkind about it.
Subscribing the heck outta this thread
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Well! I did a super, super fast scan of the time I missed, just enough to verify that this thread has featured 105 authors of 2626 stories! (Jagaimee was the lucky 100th author!) I am in awe of the faithful prompt-givers and story-archivists.
*dusts off keyboard* Okay, [[Redacted]]...with old buddies Kaliyo and Wynston. No spoilers.
"RNGH," honked Kaliyo.
Wynston grabbed a pillow and pressed it over his eyes and ears. "What are you doing?" he said.
"Found the spot in your files where you keep the three-inch-high red 'REDACTED' stamp. RNGH. RNGH."
"Kaliyo, that's for doing the opposite of talking. You are horrible at the opposite of talking."
"That's not what you were yelling last night. RNGH." She punched his chest with her imaginary REDACTED stamp. "Why do you do it, anyway? All your after action reports, you list the prep in nauseating detail, but when we get to the juicy stuff it's-"
"Rngh, yes, I realize. Your specific methods and capabilities are to be kept in close confidence. If you weren't this impressive I wouldn't have to censor you."
"If I weren't this censored...hell, I'd still impress you."
"I'm aware."
"RNGH." She punched his stomach and ran out giggling. He resigned himself to the fact that two-thirds of the ship's files would be marked Redacted by morning. He could probably salvage them, anyway.
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@Kitar
Also, baahaha!I have been forced to conclude that Ashara is an incredibly powerful JedI Master who Force tricked me into taking her on board my ship, because honestly, after six or seven conversations I have no recollection of why I took her aboard or how we might ever agree on anything.
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Skipping ahead from chapter 7 to say - I find your storytelling completely enthralling. Looking forward to the readthrough
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*sidles in*
@drug_cartel Tremel's behavior really hit home. If Sith are powered by hatred and anger, no wonder the ones who survive Korriban do well. Baras at least knows how to cultivate talent at the beginning.
@Lord_Thorne, I loved this. So uncertain whether the Jedi would get in over her head.
@frauzet I think I already mentioned how much I like this piece. Lana and Koth in the wilderness, and Koth making friends - it feels comfortably sociable.
*sidles out again*
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I don't write Dr. Lokin because he is smarter than I am. I like what you're doing with the place. He deserves someone as cunning as Cleaner on his case.
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Here in the darkness before the dawn we listen. We listen and we wait.
Kidding, write on your own schedule.
Even knowing the things Photin is destined for, it's hard. Taking her name is such a brutal cut. Then again I'm imagining her teaming up with a Jedi named Synthesis and having plant-based adventures all over the galaxy...
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meep! and oooOOOooo and yeah!
I like Kira's eyes, and I heard epic music booming when Praven got to "my master."