Thank you. Kaana is very talented she totally nailed the look I was after. Here's the little fic I wrote that was the inspiration for the artwork. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12366274/1/The-Ring

I guess it is on the heavy side. But to give Quinn his due he did make it up Nathrrya in the best way possible https://www.deviantart.com/kaanamoonshadow/art/The-Ring-734006065 And no it's not bad.

Mine is very specific to Nathrrya and Quinn as both have blue eyes.

Chapter 2 -- Awakening _________ There was a saying where if you felt pain then that meant you were not dead. Amid the pain that drummed in her nerves and muscles she felt something hard and cold beneath her, at least Nathrrya thought it was beneath her. Maybe it was behind her? She didn’t know. She groaned as she raised an arm up to her face and rubbed at her forehead. There were other sounds and movement around her that she was only partially aware of, but her mind went to only one thing. “Tara? Where are you? Are you okay?” Nathrrya knew the younger woman was near - she had coughed - so she tried to inch her way towards her friend. “I’m here… spast! Nat, I can’t see!” Tara felt herself fall and she had been on her hands and knees. When she opened her eyes she was met with a dim, shadowy vision of her surroundings but her head was pounding and her ears were ringing. She felt sick and regretted allowing herself to just fall onto her side as she was about ready to vomit. Slowly she groped around the ground to find Nathrrya and eventually she touched her friend’s hand. “Both of you are experiencing hibernation sickness,” a deep male voice said above them. Both girls stiffened, doing their best to awaken their senses but they were still under the effects of their condition. “You have both been frozen in carbonite for an unknown period of time. Your sight and normal functions should return in a couple of hours.” Tara and Nathrrya frowned and moved closer to one another, more for the sake of security rather than in fear. The male’s voice didn’t sound like he came from Zakuul and neither did it sound like it was Republic. There was an ounce of Imperial to the sound of his voice, but it was slight. “Who might you be?” Nathrrya asked, her guard up as much as she could have it. She heard the man chuckle amusingly. “Oh, goodness! Where are my manners? I am Doctor Malavai Lokin, Chief Medical Officer of the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimera. Welcome aboard!” “What…? I’ve never heard of a Star Destroyer.” Tara’s confusion was evident on her features even though she nor Nathrrya could see it. It was heard. “I wasn’t aware that the navy had any new classes of warship,” Nathrrya said. “We don’t know how long we’ve been frozen,” Tara said, only loud enough for Nathrrya to hear. “Yeah… that’s what worries me.” Nathrrya was able to see some shapes among the darkness and slowly she made her way to her feet. She wobbled but gained her composure and helped Tara to her feet. Both girls were still very weak so they held onto each other for stability. The sound of an opening door and boots on metal greeted their ears. “I am Grand Admiral Thrawn,” a commanding voice stated upon entrance. “Your worry is well founded.” “Yeah, no ****,” Tara spit. Nathrrya gripped Tara’s arm with a warning which quieted the younger woman. The Grand Admiral studied the two women thoughtfully before continuing, allowing the statement to slide considering the circumstances. “My forces discovered your carbonite blocks in the remains of what looked to be a prison that was located along the Unknown Regions of wild space. The research department are amid their investigation and analysis of the carbonite you were recovered from.” Both women frowned at the news but little by little the effects were wearing away. They still held onto one another regardless. Nathrrya puzzled at the sound of the Grand Admiral’s accent as she felt she’d heard it somewhere before. “Aren’t you a Chiss, sir?” she asked. “I recall your accent as it sounds vaguely familiar.” Grand Admiral Thrawn regarded the red head and nodded his head slowly, impressed. “That’s most intriguing. You were able to deduce my species by merely listening to my accent? Rather incredible, if I may say.” “Hardly,” Tara spoke up. “The Chiss Ascendancy and Sith Empire have been allies for many years. Surely you’d know that, Grand Admiral.” He watched them carefully and glanced over at Dr. Lokin. Very interesting… “You said Sith Empire… may we know who you are?” “I am Lord Nathrrya Therin, heir to House Palatine and Sith Master. This is K’natara Synge. She’s… my apprentice.” All things considered, Tara would have argued this point. But since she couldn’t see and was extremely weak, she felt in no position to correct what her friend was saying and only nodded affirmation at the words spoken. “You’re both fully trained Sith?” Dr. Lokin mused aloud. “This just gets curiouser and curiouser. Grand Admiral, sir, considering they are still weak with hibernation sickness and are most likely in need of medical attention, I would like to request to hold off on any other questioning until they are more settled. It’s only fair to them and it would beneficial for us. They may cooperate more with us if they were comfortable.” “I second that,” Tara said. Grand Admiral Thrawn considered the request and looked between the three before him. He would rather complete it now and get his report put together sooner rather than later, but sometimes the Doctor wasn’t a complete quack. Truthfully, the girls looked dreadful and they didn’t seem to be dangerous beyond the fact that he had two potentially dangerous Sith on his hands. They can’t be worse than Vader, he thought to himself. “Very well. Dr. Lokin, you may see to their needs. Get them any medical attention they may require. I’ll have some fresh clothes provided and I’ll dispatch the mess hall to have some food prepared and brought to the medical bay. But, I will have additional security to hand and they are to be under surveillance at all times, do I make myself clear?” “Yes, sir.” Dr. Lokin turned to the girls as the doors opened and some of his medical staff brought gurneys into the room. Carefully Nathrrya and Tara were guided to the beds and wheeled out of the room they were in and taken to the medical bay. __________ Several hours later, after bathing, food and much needed rest, Nathrrya and Tara had both recovered enough of their strength and composure that they felt human again. While their vision was still blurry from the after effects of the carbonite imprisonment they were able to distinguish their surroundings and read with relative ease. Dr. Lokin and his staff came in and out of the medical room - which was under close watch by the soldiers outside - to check on their vitals and see that both women were stable. “This is really weird, Nat,” Tara said after the door closed again. “The Chiss didn’t even seem to know who you are when you announced your name and title. Palatine is the most well-known house in the Sith Empire and considering your mother is the governor of Axxila I’m surprised no one has stated they would contact her.” She lifted the shoulder of the shirt she wore again. “Spast, this is worse than the Jedi robes. At least they fit me.” Nathrrya contemplated the sequence of events from when they first woke up. Tara made a point about the Grand Admiral not seeming to recognize her, and this was a strange occurrence. It led her to believe that something else was going on but the key point that needed to be discovered was exactly how long they were imprisoned. “I don’t know about you, Nat, but I have a daughter and a husband to find out if they are okay or not.” “I’m the same way, Tara. I don’t want to think about the tizzy your father is most likely in.” Nathrrya was going to say something else but the doors opened again and this time Grand Admiral Thrawn entered with Dr. Lokin close behind. The look on the Chiss’ face seemed puzzled and grave, and the look was not lost on either Sith woman. Nathrrya turned to face the two men and Tara decided to remain sitting on the cot that was there. She was still battling the sleeve that kept falling down her slender shoulder. “There is no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just say it.” The Grand Admiral took a breath as he looked at both women. “If the report from the archaeological team is correct, and I have little doubt that it’s not, then the dating on the carbonite blocks trace back several millennia. You two have been entombed for at least four thousand years.” The silence following the announcement was deafening while Nathrrya and Tara processed the information. They struggled with it, both women looking back and forth between the Grand Admiral, the doctor and each other. “Nat…” “That’s impossible!” Nathrrya's head began to spin and she had to put pressure on her temples to relax the confusion. “Four thousand years in carbonite?” “We should be dead!” Tara blurted, her eyes wide. “We should be dead! How are we not dead?” “Tara, calm down!” Nathrrya turned her attention back to the Chiss, her eyes determined, her face solid. She wasn’t having a good time of this and neither was Tara and for good reason. If that was true, then… “Tara, what do you sense?” Nathrrya looked over at her friend and caught her glance. Tara wasn’t sure what Nathrrya was asking until it dawned on her. The younger woman closed her eyes, her back straightened up as he sat and her breathing smoothed out. Her face soon turned into a frown. “Darkness,” she finally said. “Overwhelming darkness.” She opened her eyes and stood up to take place beside the red head. “Nat, the Force is completely out of balance. What the spast happened to cause this?” Nathrrya studied her friend’s eyes for a moment. “I think the Living Force kept us alive for something. It’s the only explanation.” “But, that’s not how the Force works,” Tara countered. “Why would it do that?” Grand Admiral Thrawn listened to their conversation intently. “I must inform the Galactic Emperor of your existence. He most likely already knows of your awakening.” After a moment his com beeped and incoming message. “Yes, Captain?” “I apologize for the interruption, Sir, but the Emperor is live on Holocom. He wants a status report on the investigation into the disturbance he felt.” Captain Pellaeon’s voice came cracked through the com but it was easy to hear. “Yes, tell him I’ll be there shortly with news that may actually put him in a good mood for once. Don’t tell him I said that.” “Yes, Sir.” Pallaeon cut the connection. Thrawn returned his attention to the two women and bowed to them out of courtesy, rather than respect. “I’m sorry to leave in such a hurry but the Emperor isn’t someone you keep waiting.” He looked towards Dr. Lokin. “Take good care of them. I’m keeping everything in place for security but if they need anything, please provide. I’d suspect that once I give him the news the Emperor will want to send Lord Vader to collect our guests to take them to the Imperial Centre.” He turned and left the Doctor with the girls. “What the spast kind of name is that?” Tara asked appalled. The doctor chuckled in amusement. “I’m inclined to agree with you, but that’s the designation of Coruscant now.” “Wait, Coruscant?” Nathrrya shook her head in disbelief. “No way, that’s… but that’s the capital planet of the Republic!” “Oh dear…” Dr. Lokin wasn’t sure what else to say or do. On the request of the red head he left them alone in the med bay. Nathrrya was pacing while Tara just sat in stunned silence. What the kriff happened in the time that they were asleep?

This is co written with Arianna-Vitani and is in the same vain as my fic the Time Displaced Sith with some differences. There are two Sith Warriors, not one and takes place during the Original Trilogy. Hopefully we'll get further than we did last time. ________ Chapter 1 -- Dreamscape Somewhere in the galaxy two Sith warriors sat together with their backs against one another. The space around them was barren and grey with rocks and boulders of various sizes strewn about in no particular order bit the scenery seemed very unnatural to the two women. Dotted along the landscape were a few dead looking trees. The younger of the two women squinted her eyes against a light that was not shining from any sun or moon, more puzzlement for her. “This makes no sense… we’ve gone over this dozens of times and nothing fits to where we are.” The elder of the two stared off into the vast emptiness before her. The woman’s shoulder length deep flame red hair was tucked behind her ears and her pale blue eyes were staring ahead at the desolate environment. She too had come up with just as many explanations than her companion had and they were all equally worthless in their current predicament. “I’d just like to figure out how we went from being in the Throne room of Zakuul to being here without knowing.” “Trust me, Tara, I know.” Nathrrya Therin-Palatine stared out into the darkness in front of her as she felt the agitation radiating off of her unofficial apprentice. Tara, though, was more of a daughter to the woman, who was in her early forties. She didn’t look her age and she held an agility and had an air of high status. She wore black and charcoal grey robes with gold embellishments and highlights which held the prominent crest of House Palatine, the most prestigious estate she would inherit from her parents. The Sith have a thing about bloodlines, Nathrrya was no ordinary Sith and her bloodline was most unique. Her mother was a Palatine and thus had one of the finest and oldest bloodlines in the Empire and it could be traced back to the Sith genocide and great exodus which occurred over a thousand years prior. Her father, by comparison, was a Therin and his lineage was that of Jedi and just as old from the Republic standpoint. K’natara Synge, affectionately called Tara by those who knew her well enough, was a younger woman in her early twenties. With deep ebony hair, piercing dark blue eyes and a fair complexion that looked almost ghostly white, she was beautiful when compared to the average woman and in her earlier years she used that for some unsavoury reasons. Eventually getting married, though at a relatively young age, seems to have settled her wild nature. Tara’s own lineage was interesting and unique in its own way. Her father, Captain Malavai Quinn, had a pre-started family unexpected with a junior naval officer when he was still coming through ranks at the Academy on Dromund Kaas. His first child, Jaena, grew up on the planet with her mother and eventually made it into the Academy as an agent for the Empire. She went on to be the best one they had. Quinn couldn’t be more proud. But he made the mistake of being seduced by another Sith Lord while he was stationed on Balmorra. Without knowing, Tara had been conceived and born from the womb of one of the most volatile Sith that walked the galaxy at the time - Darth Nox. Needless to say, Tara’s childhood was rough and she was moved around from one person to the next. She was dropped off on Quinn when she was five until he couldn’t handle her growing power with the Force. She ended up on the Sith homeworld of Korriban for training and barely made it to her fifteenth year. She hopped over to her mother’s department on Dromund Kaas and from there somehow managed to end up pregnant and resigning from being Sith and picking up a quarterstaff as a Mandalorian. If anything, Tara’s life was hectic and dramatic and rather unfortunate when brought into retrospect by the older woman. “This isn’t the first time we’ve shared a dreamscape,” Tara mentioned offhandedly. “Could this be something induced? I remember getting hit by a Force wave but nothing after that.” “I truthfully can’t say what happened,” Nathrrya said. “But you’re right about a dreamscape. I don’t even recognize any of these star patterns.” “I do. From Ziost.” Nathrrya frowned when that place was mentioned. The planet Ziost was another reclaimed ancient Sith world for Empire. During the war it had grown to the point where it was beginning to overshadow the Sith Citadel on Dromund Kaas. It was obliterated by Vitiate during the pursuit of the Sith Emperor by both Empire and Republic forces. Nathrrya and her cousin, Casavir, worked together with all of their allies and with the leadership of Grand Master Satele Shan of the Republic and Darth Marr of the Empire. Eventually Tara and some of her mandalorian comrades, her mother’s sister Adannah - also a mando - and everyone Casavir knew were on deck and had formed a formidable army to track Vitiate down. Their efforts failed as he prepared to destroy Ziost and everything that was on it… including Tara’s mother, Darth Nox. The memory came back to Tara when she mentioned the stars. She watched the planet become consumed by Vitiate as he ate all of the life that the planet had to offer. Had it not been for her mother Tara, Nathrrya and all of their friends and allies would not have made it off the planet before it was consumed. The younger woman remembered, as much as she didn’t want to remember, the pattern of stars that crossed over her eyes when she felt the wave of energy that coursed through the Force as the balance between life and death tipped ever so slightly. Feeling the death of a planet and millions of individual lives had a physical effect of the Force sensitives. Tara, in her still young age, was not in control of her abilities enough to withstand the impact… She turned her mind away from the thought and back to her current surroundings. Off in the distance Tara saw something making its way slowly towards them from the infinite darkness of space. She stood in her place and tapped Nathrrya with the heel of her boot. “Nat, check it out. Is that one of ours?” Standing and brushing the dust from her robes she turned around to see what the younger woman was indicating and she stopped, her eyes squinting. The vessel that was coming towards them certainly looked like an Imperial Harrower-class dreadnought but it was much larger, better armed and had a distinctive towering superstructure that Harrowers lacked. As she took a step forward to try and get a better look she saw Tara sway on the corner of her vision. She turned to her friend. “Woah, you okay?” Nathrrya reached out to grab Tara but her hand went right through the other woman, the way it would with a ghost. She looked down at her hand and then at her friend. “The kriff is going on?” “Nat… I don’t feel too good…” Tara felt dizzy and sick to her stomach. The stars seemed to jump out at her as she watched them. Nathrrya, by comparison, was beginning to feel the same way. Before too long, both women had collapsed against one another on the dusty ground that was no longer there. _______ Year 3651 ATC Darth Vader stood at his customary position near the front of the Devastator's bridge and gazed at the vast expanse of stars beyond the windows. It was one of the few things he still found soothing in any meaningful way as he recalled the vague memories of having done so as a boy on Tatooine. The irony was not lost on the man who had once been Anakin Skywalker. His slight meditation was disrupted by the Force suddenly flaring up around him and, under his mask, Vader frowned as he tried to figure out what it meant. Within the churning waves of the unseen entity he felt the two strong and powerful Force signatures. He frowned - these weren't newborns and the signatures were strong and trained. In order to adequately describe the feeling, he would have to say that they just woke up from some kind of dormancy. If he had felt them, then surely the Emperor had as well. With a toss of his long black cloak Darth Vader turned and stalked off the bridge and made his way to his quarters. He knew his master would contact him soon. Along the way, as he walked, his own apprentice had fallen into step beside him. Starkiller had been an open secret; while the ever present Rule of Two It was in effect, it didn't stop Darth Sidious from taking and training his secret Force sensitive assassin, Mara Jade. Much in the same way, Vader had taken the young man from Kashyyyk and trained him. Neither of the senior Sith masters spoke of their "secrets" - ever. "I would assume that you sensed the disturbance, apprentice." Vader's deep mechanical voice was quiet and conversational as he addressed his apprentice. "What could it mean master?" Starkiller asked. He kept his pace even with his Master's and gave him the proper respect. It wasn't the easiest thing, being the young and wild person he tended to be, but years of the constant, belligerent training finally sunk in. The helmet and mask turned and looked down slightly. "I do not know. They could either be potential allies or potential enemies. Either way, the Emperor will likely order us to find out which and take the proper initiative." The younger man just nodded in reply. ______ "What is thy bidding my master?" Vader asked as he knelt before the life sized hologram of the Emperor. "Rise my friend." Sidious replied in a kindly manner and even went so far as to smile ever so slightly. Vader went on high alert seeing this, taking note that his master was in a much better mood than he normally showed. It was a sign of bad news to come for someone somewhere. But Sidious had other things - more important things - on his mind. "You felt them then?" "It was difficult not to. It was sudden and dramatic, their…. Awakening." The Emperor hummed thoughtfully in his own raspy way. "Indeed. It seems Grand Admiral Thrawn's forces in the Unknown Regions have discovered the remains of some form of carbonite storage facility. Thrawn is of the opinion it was actually a prison where the inmates were entombed in carbonite." He paused to allow Vader to take in the information before continuing. "Whatever the case, his men discovered two of the carbonite blocks still functional and those entombed within still alive. Impressive considering Thrawn estimates that the prison is between three and half to four thousand years old." Something about the news he was getting proved to be elusive to the mind. To find carbonite is one thing, but to find living things encased within after that many eons was a farfetched fantasy for any scientific nut. Experimentation has proven that life support systems would need to be maintained for organic material to survive a stasis that long, and after five years there is significant damage to the nervous system that the subject would die shortly after thawing even with the best of medical attention. It was difficult to believe that two life forms could have survived that long being frozen and with no life support systems even in the vicinity. "Then the shift in the Force was their release from the carbonite?" Vader asked. Sidious nodded sagely. "Yes indeed, but it gets better Lord Vader - oh so much better. The two female specimens are both fully trained Sith. Thrawn believes them to be Master and Apprentice." The old man let out a devious cackle. "Go, Vader, to the Unknown Regions and retrieve these two Sith from the Chimaera and bring them before me. If the master refuses, kill her but I want the apprentice alive!" "Very well," Vader said. "As you wish my Master." He bowed and the hologram of the Emperor faded from view. Starkiller walked over and stood beside his master, his hands behind his back as he stood erect and solemn. "Are you really going to kill the master?" Starkiller asked. The only sound for several moments was Vader's mechanical breathing. Starkiller knew it was wise to wait for a response, whether he got one or not, before he spoke again. "No," the older man finally said. "I am not as short sighted as the Emperor." He turned to face his apprentice. "We do not yet have all of the facts." The masked man walked over to his desk and activated the comm unit. "Captain, locate the Chimaera and plot a course to rendezvous with her, maximum velocity!" "At once Lord Vader!" the captain replied. Less than a minute later the two force users felt the Star Destroyer make the jump to hyperspace.

Apparently it was intended that way by the Quinn haters, backfired rather spectacularly I have to say.

This applies to all the classes in KotFE/KotET that have missing LI's not just the Sith Warrior. It's partly poor writing but also the result of the 'one story fits all' approach that SW:TOR has taken and that started way back in Rise of the Hutt Cartel.

Should have posted them sooner Better late than never I guess

I can't draw to save myself so I commissioned the very talented Kaana Moonshadow on devitantart to do the following piece. https://www.deviantart.com/kaanamoonshadow/art/The-Ring-734006065 It's shows my Sith Warrior, Nathrrya being asked a very important question by Malavai Quinn It was based on/inspired by a short story I wrote last year. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12366274/1/The-Ring

I never said it was logical

I've got a new name for the Qinnmancers.... Qinnaholics Anonymous Bringing new meaning to the term QA Yes I'm feeling a little silly. Most of us have more than one warrior and therefor more than one Quinn.

Chapter 22 -- Holocron History ___________________ “What are those?” Anakin asked eyeing the three Holocrons on the floor in front of the Sith woman. “These are Holocrons.” Nathrrya said as she pointed to them. “They were all created by people I once knew. The middle one belonged to a woman who had been my apprentice, her name was Jaesa.” Anakin blinked “The pyramid one is a Sith thingy?” Nathrrya nodded with a smile “Yes Ani, it’s a Sith Holocron. Now why do you suppose the Jedi might have such a thing?” The boy thought about this for a time a frown on his face. “To keep it safe and to keep people safe from it?” Nathrrya grinned. “Yes, something like that Anakin. The other two you might have guessed are Jedi Holocrons. The one on the right was made by a woman named Kira. She was once the padawan and later became the wife of the man who made the left one. His name was Casavir and he also happened to be my cousin.” Shmi leaned forward from where she was sitting, curiosity in her dark eyes. "Aren't the Jedi forbidden from marriage and attachments in general?" Shmi saw the quizzical look her son gave her and returned it with an apologetic glance. That was something that needed to be explained to the boy, but later. The Sith woman looked between the two and then glanced towards the holocrons. "That seems to be the way things are. Back in my time attachments were frowned upon but there were rare occasions where marriage between Jedi were allowed. Of course, there had to be some extensive scrutiny before approval was given by the Council." "Why are attachments bad, Nathrrya?" She sighed in frustration at the re-occurrence of the concept. "They're not," she stated firmly. She turned towards the boy. "Ani, there is nothing wrong with attachments. I’ll keep saying this until the current council get the message. It's the way one goes about dealing with the attachment; that’s where problems begin." A thought ran past Nathrrya's mind. "Casavir was a prominent Jedi Knight in the Republic back in my time," she began, "He fell in love with Kira but he didn't allow his love to blind his judgement. When Kira got in trouble, he was there in a heartbeat to take care of her. But, they were also partners - when Casavir sent Kira on a mission, or they had to be separated from one another, he didn't abandon his mission and jeopardize it for her." "So, his attachment was good." Nathrrya smiled. "Yes, it was. He drew power from Kira's love and his attachment to her. They were an amazing team." Her mood darkened a little and it was clear to Anakin that there was another part to the story. "My friend, Tara, had a mother who was a Sith Lord on the Dark Council during my time. Her name was Darth Nox. Tara never got to know her mother, sadly, but Lord Nox had a bad type of attachment to the man she supposedly loved. Her attachment caused her to go slowly insane, and between that and how deeply immersed in the Dark Side she was, her only conclusion was that her love for the man was weakening her. She attempted to kill him to free herself of the chains of their relationship but because she loved him and it was so complicated, he got the upper hand and escaped with his life." Seeing the look on Anakin's face sickened her, but Shmi's reaction was very different. Shmi could understand the feeling that this Lord Nox had gone through, but Anakin was struggling. "Ani, all I'm saying is don't let the attachments control you. You are the one who controls the feelings and emotions you have. If there is someone you care about and they are in danger, you only have a moment to determine whether it would be beneficial or detrimental to stop what you're doing to save them. And an important point that most Jedi don't practice and don’t even learn, is the skill of letting go." The boy nodded his understanding but he cleanly had something he wanted to ask. “You let go of your attachments, didn’t you?” Nathrrya smiled sadly “Yes Ani, I did. Once I learned that so much time had passed I knew without a doubt that all the people I cared about were long dead. I admit I haven’t dealt with it fully yet. I really haven’t had a chance to. But to keep myself sane, I let it go. If I hadn’t... well I’d rather not think about that.” “I can understand why, Nathrrya, with the power you control...” Shmi said. “Yes, it’s a sobering thought.” The Sith admitted “Now I’d like some time alone Ani, I need to see what these Holocrons have to say. It won’t all be pleasant news.” Anakin nodded “Okay Nathrrya I’ll see you later!” with that the boy and his mother left the room. _____ As Anakin and his mother walked back to their own room Shmi frowned. “Ani, didn’t Nathrrya say that Jedi Casavir was her cousin?” Anakin nodded “Yeah, she did mom. I don’t really understand it.” Shmi had to agree as it was most unusual. Perhaps it would be another story for Nathrrya to tell her son. The older woman smiled, as Nathrrya seemed to be full of stories to tell. Shmi would be the first to admit that she had been very uncertain when Nathrrya’s identity had been revealed on the Naboo ship; any mother would have. But as time had passed, Shmi realised that Nathrrya generally seemed to worry about and care for her son’s safety. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Nathrrya would play an important role in her son’s future. ______ “Nat!?” asked the holo images of Jedi Masters Casavir and Kira at almost the same time. “Master?” Jaesa’s holo image asked moments later. “Is that really you?” all three Holocron gatekeepers asked in unison. “Yes, it’s me.” Nathrrya replied sadly looking at the small representations of her long dead friends. “How long has it been?” Casavir asked. “Over three and half thousand years.” Nathrrya said sadly. “How is that even possible?” Kira asked scratching the back of her head. “I mean shouldn’t you be dead like the rest of us?” Nathrrya smiled sadly. “It seems there were unknown perks to having a semi-immortal force being forcibly shoved into your head.” The three gatekeepers looked at each other before they all turned back to face Nathrrya. “So that’s what happened to the Emperor, he wanted a new body and chose you.” Jaesa said truly horrified at the thought. Nathrrya frowned, she didn’t much like the idea either. In fact, it was downright creepy. “That might have been his original plan but it didn’t work out that way for him, thank the Force.” “Are you certain he’s not still lurking in there?” Kira asked tapping the side of her head. Nathrrya grinned. “Yes, very certain he’s not in my head anymore. It seems the reason I survived so long was that I had been drawing on his power. In the end it weakened him enough that to save himself, he became one with the Force.” “Serves the old bastard right.” Kira said folding her arms. “The one time he possessed my body was one time to many.” Fortunately for Kira, she’d managed to fend off the Emperor’s influence and sever her connection to him, with Casavir’s help. “Nat, do you want to know what happened after you disappeared?” Casavir asked. “Yes, I need to know to have closure... but I know Lana died trying to free me.” all three gatekeepers clearly wanted to know what she meant by that. Using the Force Nathrrya called the ancient weapon to her. “Lana’s lightsabre was found at about the same time I was. The moment I touched it I had a vision of Lana’s fate.” Casavir nodded slowly. “I see,” he began, “It took us five years to find any trace of what had become of you. In that time, Arcann and the Eternal Fleet brought both the Republic and Empire to their knees. Lana along with T7 and a Zakuul native named Koth Vortena had located your carbonite block but the plan to bust you out went horribly wrong, as I’m sure you realise. Lana was killed by Vaylin but T7 and Koth were able to escape with the help of a Zakuul Knight named Senya Tirall.” “If I know Theron, he would have been none too happy when he found out what had happened to Lana.” Nathrrya had never been able to work out if there was more between the Sith Lord and the SIS agent, other than strong friendship. “He blamed himself.” Casavir confirmed. Nathrrya sighed. “That sounds like Theron alright. So, then what happened?” “The Tough Guy here”, Kira explained, “along with Koth, Senya, Quinn and Theron formed the Alliance to fight Arcann. We all ended up on a planet called Odessan. You should have heard the speech the tough guy gave, impressive stuff. That’s when Senya told us something that shocked us all, even made Koth shut up. He and Senya had a history and not all of it good. Turns out Senya was Arcann and Vaylin’s mother.” Nathrrya blinked in shock. “Mother... as in gave birth to them, mother?” she asked trying to wrap her mind around the idea. Kira nodded, “Yep seems the old bastard finally decided to have a real family, only he didn’t treat them like one. Senya was nothing like her children, that’s why she joined. She wanted to stop them before they destroyed the galaxy and wanted to save them, if she could. She’d already lost one son, she didn’t want to lose another. We were all a bit sceptical of her motives, even the tough guy. For him to have doubts, you know it’s bad.” Nathrrya eyed the miniature holo of her cousin. “You were always the more optimistic and idealistic one.” Casavir smiled slightly. “I don’t know, you had your moments.” His smile faded “I’m glad to say I was proven wrong, partly at least. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Senya and Koth knew of a ship that might give us an edge over the Eternal Fleet. However, to them it was a myth, a story from the earliest days of Zakuul. It was said a warship named the Gravestone had a weapon powerful enough to destroy dozens of Eternal Fleet ships in one shot.” “It wasn’t just a myth, was it?” Nathrrya asked. “No, it wasn’t. The ship did exist and we eventually found it deep in the swamps of Zakuul.” Casavir confirmed. “It was of tremendous help and evened things a little but it would also be the source of trouble for the Alliance.” “No thanks to that hyper advanced droid, Scorpio.” Kira said her voice full of disgust. “To call her a droid really doesn’t do her justice, as she was a true artificial intelligence at least towards the end.” “How much trouble could one droid be?” Nathrrya asked not understanding. “You haven’t met a droid like Scorpio, Nat, and I hope you never do.” Kira said, “She and the droids that captained the Eternal Fleet ships were very similar, eerily so.” “Eventually, Arcann found our base. It was quite the battle for Odessan and I went to face him on his flagship.” Casavir said “I had intended to subdue him but I never got the chance. Our fight almost totalled the bridge. As the ship started to disintegrate, several support beams fell in between us and I had to flee. Somehow Senya got her badly wounded son out of there before the flagship blew up. At that time, Scorpio helped Vaylin gain control of the Eternal Fleet.” Casavir paused. “We drove the Eternal Fleet away thanks to the arrival of the biggest combined fleet of Republic and Imperial warships you ever saw. We had one question, what do to with Arcann?” “And?” Nathrrya prompted. “I let Senya flee with him. As it would turn out, that was the best thing I could have done.” Casavir replied. Nathrrya nodded. “I’d have done the same.” Family was import to Nathrrya, always had been, so letting a mother flee with her wounded son made sense to her. “We learned that Scorpio helping Vaylin gain control of the Eternal Fleet was all part of a very elaborate plan. Scorpio’s goal was to return to where the Eternal Fleet, the Gravestone and even Scorpio herself had been created, a planet called Iokath.” Kira explained. “I can’t say I’ve ever heard of it.” Nathrrya replied. “It was a droid controlled, fully automated planet sized, weapon factory that sometime in the past had turned on its creators. It was not a fun experience I can tell you. At least Scorpio found peace or I hope she did.” Kira said. “What about Senya and Acrann?” Nathrrya wanted to know. “Turns out they fled to Voss. Senya went to the temple of healing to see if they could help her son.” Jaesa explained “It worked, as the next time we saw them, Arcann was not the same man that had been trying to hunt us down.” Nathrrya remembered her time on Voss well enough. It was a very strange planet to say the least but it was strong in the Living Force. She also remembered the temple of healing. At the time, part of her wanted nothing more than to stay and explore the Force for the Voss mystics could likely teach both the Jedi and Sith a thing or two about the nature of the Force. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to. “I know the temple of healing on Voss was capable of great things but it couldn’t have changed Arcann that much, could it?” “As they say, Master, seeing is believing. He was redeemed, he no longer had that half mask, though he still had the cybernetic arm. I knew he wasn’t the same when I looked into his eyes, they were a natural deep blue.” Jaesa said fondly. Nathrrya frowned, while she had never really spoken that much to Arcann when she’d been captured, he’d given off a very unfriendly vibe. “Jaesa are you trying to tell me you fell in love with Acrann of all people?” she asked shocked at the thought. Jaesa nodded, giving her former master a very devious smile. “Eventually... there were some serious bumps.” If you could call what had happened to Tara a bump, Jaesa was not looking forward to telling her master about Tara’s fate. “It took time and he needed to heal but we were happy together. His biggest regret was never being able to locate your carbonite block. Vaylin must have moved it more than once. Over the years, there were several attempts to find you in that Force forsaken prison. Arcann concluded that she must have moved your block into part of the prison complex that even he didn’t know about.” Jaesa looked down. “We failed you master.” “You didn’t fail me Jaesa, don’t ever think that.” Nathrrya replied. “You, Arcann and whoever else tried to find me and that’s what really matters. You all tried. I’m pleased to hear I meant enough to the galaxy for people to even look for me.” She looked that the three holo images. “Did you manage to deal with Vaylin?” Casavir nodded looking very grim. “We did but paid a high price for it. We lost a lot of good people, both Jedi and Sith, Imperial and Republic. Vaylin’s attack should have finished us and it very nearly did but it was the timely arrival of Arcann and Senya and the Zakuul forces they’d managed to rally that helped swing things in our favour. I managed to kill Vaylin with the help of Arcann and Senya. Watching a mother cry over her only daughter’s broken, lifeless body wasn’t the easiest thing to do.” Nathrrya nodded gravely. “And after Vaylin was dead?” “I had to claim the Eternal Throne. Whoever sat on it controlled the Eternal Fleet.” Casavir said “Arcann and Senya didn’t know why but they knew that much. So, we went to Zakuul and assaulted the throne room. I gained control of the Fleet and for a time we had an uneasy peace as the Alliance started to undo the damage that had been done in the war.” “It didn’t last did it?” Nathrrya asked. “No, no it didn’t. We all saw the beginning of the end on Iokath.” Kira explained “Both the Republic and Empire wanted control of it. Everyone in the Alliance saw where things were going and we couldn’t do much to stop it. You’d think we had better things to do like repair the galaxy but nooo...” She said, her sarcasm obvious. “That’s when I made a very bold decision. It was only a matter of time before both sides made a play for the Eternal Fleet, so I ordered the entire Fleet into deep space. It’s never been heard from since, as far as we know.” Casavir said. “The Eternal Fleet could still be out there along with the Gravestone, as Koth and his rag tag crew vanished along with it.” “Just how many ships are we talking about?” Nathrrya asked curiously. “Almost a thousand we think, after the end of the war.” Casavir said. “All the Gemini droid captains were made self-aware thanks to Scorpio, before I ordered the Eternal Fleet into deep space.” “One last thing master.” Jaesa spoke up “If you haven’t been already, you need to go to Dromund Kaas as we left something for you in the Sith Citadel. Given the amount of time that’s passed, I don’t know if it’ll still be there.” “You’re not going to tell me, are you?” Nathrrya said with a slight frown. “And why Dromund Kaas and not Korriban?” “Nope! The big bad Sith will just have to find out for herself!” Kira replied with a grin. “But you’ll know what it is when you find it.” “We did consider Korriban, Master, but considering how well known it is as a Sith world, we feared what we wanted to leave for you would be found too easily.” Jaesa explained. Nathrrya couldn't help but smile. It soon faltered and after a few moments she ended up lowering her gaze to the ground. In the back of her mind was that nagging thought; the thought that had been there the first moment she woke up in this galaxy. It came forth once again and these Holocrons were probably the only way she would find out about it. She returned her eyes to her former apprentice and took a breath. "What happened to Tara?" Casavir and Kira were both silent as their holo images looked over at Jaesa's image. Kira had an inkling about what happened but Casavir was more involved than she was. Jaesa, on the other hand, was the one who knew the full story about what happened to Nathrrya's unofficial apprentice. Jaesa looked back at the other two images with an expression of unease. Nathrrya caught this and her heart sank, thinking the worse. "What happened?" she pressed. Jaesa's gaze returned to Nathrrya as she swallowed and shifted her feet. "We... we lost her, Master." Nathrrya frowned slowly. "What do you mean you lost her?" "Nat, give her a moment." Nathrrya shot a glaring look at her cousin but waited for Jaesa to answer. "We lost her to the Dark Side," Jaesa continued. "It was gradual at first. After you disappeared, she was adamant about finding you and fought hard with us against Arcann's tyranny. After he fell and Casavir took control of the Alliance, Arcann and his mother joined us and despite everything, he and Tara developed a budding relationship." Nathrrya smirked. Tara used to be quite loose, getting into bed with several men if she could. Shockingly enough, her bedroom adventures never prevented her from performing on any of her missions. She ceased her antics when she married the father of her child. It was a surprise that she’d ever give her heart to anyone after the murder of her husband. Considering what she knew of Arcann, was he worthy enough of Tara's true affections? Then a cold feeling settled in the pit of Nathrrya’d gut. Jaesa had been with Arcann as well, so what had happened to Tara? "Arcann tried to help her," Jaesa continued. "He went so far as to give her his yellow lightsabre crystal. It was fine, for a while, but she became gradually worse and worse. Her training techniques with other Force users were becoming deadly. Arcann did all he could to get her under control but eventually he had to have Casavir exile her because of how deep into the Dark Side she was going. He couldn’t pull her out of it and it was pulling him down with her. He refused to go back down that path, after having been redeemed." Nathrrya let out a breath she wasn't aware of holding. Tara had always been susceptible to the Dark Side - she knew this - and most of it was due to her upbringing. Tara's relationship with her mother, Darth Nox, was essentially non-existent. Nox was immersed so deeply into the Dark Side, it was a good probability that Tara was born from the Dark Side energy that surrounded her mother. But with Tara there were two things: She had to have a trigger and Nathrrya had to be away from her. Nathrrya's mouth went dry. She licked her lips and tried to swallow the growing lump in her throat. "How did it happen?" she asked, though her voice was starting to sound strained. Jaesa hesitated. "We don’t really know for certain," she managed to say. "But when Leyland was murdered and with your disappearance shortly after, she was the one who took it the hardest." "She did not take the exile well," Casavir said. "She said that everyone she ever loved, cared about, or even trusted, abandoned her in the end. The death of her husband, the disappearance of you and her exile from the Alliance. It drove her deeper into the Dark Side." Nathrrya winced, that was Tara's trigger - her fear of abandonment. She couldn't stay still any longer so she stood and paced before the holograms of the three Force users. One thing Nathrrya knew from the start was that Tara had always been unstable in the Force. She was the daughter of Malavai Quinn, making herself Tara's would-be step mother as well and eventually her Master, when she took her on as an unofficial apprentice. She stopped pacing when she thought about Malavai Quinn. She frowned and lowered her head, allowing the memory to unfold. Malavai Quinn... he had two daughters by two very different women long before she had ever met him. To say that the Quinn family dynamic was dysfunctional is and forever will be an understatement. Quinn's eldest daughter, Jaena, was the unintended result of a short-term relationship he had had with another junior naval officer in his early years at the Academy. When Quinn had become aware of Jaena’s existence he had supported the mother and daughter financially and always tried to be there for her, like any self-respecting father should. Jaena had gone on to become one of the best Imperial Agents of her generation. And then there was Tara. Nathrrya still had the deep desire to destroy Darth Nox, for the many sordid things the woman was involved in. The most horrendous one was her seduction of Quinn some twenty years prior to Nathrrya’s encasement. Quinn had told Nathrrya the whole thing. Nox was persuasive beyond doubt and the proof in her ability was when she had gained a seat on the Dark Council. Nox became pregnant and Tara was born and eventually abandoned on poor Quinn’s lap when she was just three years old. His parental responsibilities kicked in and he took care of her the best he could, but Tara was a very strong Force sensitive child. He couldn’t control it and continue his work to maintain the rest of his family. As much as he hated it, when Tara had turned ten, he had shipped her off to the Sith Academy to be trained as a Sith. Nox would show up now and again to check up on her, but she never told Tara that she was her mother. Darth Baras eventually found out about the powerful girl and wrapped his fat fingers around her very quickly. After Quinn joined Nathrrya's crew, he adequately kept this a secret from the red head for a few years. Nathrrya learned about Tara well before she knew about Jaena and by then, Quinn had opened up enough and was returning her affections. It made sense to Nathrrya, after learning about all of this, why Quinn had been so resistant to her advances. When Nox learned of this she was quite jealous of the unconditional love Quinn had for the other Sith Lord. Things were just messy after that, for more than one reason, and things were always quite nasty when Nathrrya, Tara and Nox would end up in the same place together. Fortunately for all involved, those incidents were few and far between. Nathrrya still believed she should have killed Nox when she had the chance. Between the mommy and daddy issues and her unstable immersion in the Force, Tara had been cast away by several different people. She even bounced between the Sith and the Mandalorians, during which she met Leyland. After becoming pregnant, she gave up being Sith, gave up her lightsabre and became one of them. When the fiasco that was Ziost occurred, Tara, Nathrrya and Nox had called a truce amongst themselves to stop the Emperor. Nathrrya remembered that night all to clearly. It was the only time she couldn't calm Tara down but Quinn had. For Nathrrya, Quinn and Tara to get off Ziost in time, Nox had stayed on the planet to provide cover for their escape. She died when the Emperor consumed the planet. Feeling the deaths of millions of souls and the death of the planet, itself was enough to knock all the Force Sensitives on the station to their knees. But Tara had begun to trust her mother, was starting to repair the bond and get her back and just like that, she was gone. Tara lost it and had hurt Nathrrya badly when the latter attempted to stop the former’s rampage. Had it not been for Quinn getting in the way, Tara would have killed her. Nathrrya unconsciously touched the place on her side where Tara's blade had sliced her, leaving a nasty scar just near her hip. "The Dark Side consumed her," Kira finally spoke up. Nathrrya shook her head and turned her attention back to the holos. She didn't want to hear this anymore. She went back to her pacing. "It's true," Jaesa confirmed. "After Tara’s exile she just vanished without a trace for about six months. Neither Quinn nor Arcann could locate her. During a routine mission we had received some disturbing reports about activity on Oricon. Further investigation found an awakening within the Dread Fortress.” Nathrrya stopped in her tracks and turned slowly around to face her former apprentice. Her eyes held a mixture of disbelief and fear. "No... you mean...?" Jaesa nodded gravely. "Yes," she said. "It was confirmed that Tara was sighted near the Dread Fortress. Turned out she had tapped into the remnants of the power that resided there. In turn, it became part of her and she turned into a form of Dread Master herself." Jaesa's tone was remorseful; this was not lost on Nathrrya. "She fell so far into the Dark Side that she couldn't come back... We couldn’t bring her back." "She came back and attacked Odessen," Casavir said, clearing his throat. Nathrrya looked at her cousin's image. "She was powerful and destructive. She laid waste to a quarter of the Alliance and many people lost their lives to her anger. She killed Senya when she tried to reason with her and nearly killed Arcann when he attempted to protect us from her. He'd hoped to bring her back but it was futile.” "Her daughter even tried, but..." Kira snapped her mouth shut. Nathrrya's heart broke and she closed her eyes against the pain. Kira didn't have to finish her sentence. The atmosphere was falling into an ominous, warped reality around Nathrrya the more they revealed. She felt her insides growing cold and twisted. She normally didn't get ill at ease but this was an exception. This was her apprentice, her companion... her friend. “What... happened...?" It came out as a choked request. She didn't want to know but she needed to. "I was able to subdue her with Quinn's help," Casavir continued. "We knew we had to stop her but neither Quinn nor myself could deliver the final blow. It was his daughter lying there in pain and who was suffering from the inside out. She was only a shell of her former self. For a moment, I saw you portrayed within her eyes. I couldn't bring myself to do it." "So, what happened?" she pressed. "The Force Masters and I imprisoned her spirit within her body," Casavir said. "We then locked her up, placing her, ironically, deep within the same prison on Belsavis where the Dread Masters were originally kept. We added improvements to the security so no one could stumble upon her and release the monster she had become. As far as I know she's still there... I'm so sorry, Nat." Nathrrya stood there, a blank expression on her face as she tried to comprehend what had happened to Tara. Suddenly her eyes went from blue to red, her hands balled into fists as a pained, mournful scream bellowed from her core as she allowed her frustration to explode. The Dark Side flared brilliantly around her and most everything in the room that was breakable shattered, fractured or warped as the energy she released hit it. Every little detail about Tara’s fall irked her. The part that hurt the most was that she wasn't there to stop it. ________ Obi-Wan was stood outside the door to Nathrrya’s room, contemplating how to ask for her advice with his current relational problem with Siri. As he raised his hand to press the door chime, he heard the most bone chilling scream come from beyond the door. He felt the Dark Side flare to such an intensity that it was almost suffocating. Obi-Wan used the Force to open Nathrrya’s door, as it was not locked. It slid aside easily and he stepped inside just enough for the door to close again before he froze at what he saw. The room was in shambles, several planters were shattered, the earth and plants they had held spread across the floor, soft furnishings shredded, other furnishings like tables, chairs and bench tops were warped, cracked and buckled. It was a sobering display of just how strong Nathrrya was in the Dark Side if she were provoked. “Nathrrya...” Obi-Wan asked cautiously “are you alright?” The Sith turned to face the young Jedi and the first thing Obi-Wan noticed were that her eyes were a bright blood red. Nathrrya mentally shook herself “Obi-Wan?” she asked her voice horse. “I had come to see you but then...” he gestured to the disarray around them. “I thought you might need my help...” he was wondering if being alone in the same room with Nathrrya currently was such a good idea. Probably not. The Sith smiled weakly “You took a big risk Obi-Wan that means something, thank you.” She said as the darkness seemed to slowly recede as she got herself under control. “What happened...? I’ve never felt the Dark Side come from you so intensely before. You had me rather worried Nathrrya.” The padawan admitted as he stepped closer. “Let’s just say I had some... unwelcome news. It’s something I don’t want to talk about right now.” Nathrrya said slowly starting to feel more like herself. “I see... then perhaps it’s time I took you to Dex’s... after all it’s going to be several hours to repair the damage you’ve managed to inflict on the helpless furniture.” Obi-Wan suggested boldly with humour. Nathrrya chuckled “So you’re actually going to take me out on that date you promised me?” Aren’t you a naughty Padawan; what would Qui-Gon say?” she asked her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nathrrya!” Obi-Wan cried with embarrassment “It’s not a date!” though, he too was smirking. The Sith laughed “I know it’s not but you can’t fault a woman for trying.” “So, are you going to introduce us Master?” Jaesa asked at last. The three Holocron gatekeepers had been watching with amusement, not at all surprised that Nathrrya was up to her usual mischief. Obi-Wan was startled by the new voice as he’d been so preoccupied he hadn’t noticed the three active Holocrons. “That explains why Master Nu was in such a huff. She takes her role as Chief Librarian very seriously.” He observed. “Indeed.” Nathrrya agreed. “This is Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi and he along with his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, have been a great help getting me acclimated to the new galaxy I find myself in.” She said introducing the young man. “I suspect Obi-Wan you know who these people are.” “I have a fair idea.” The padawan admitted. “If I am correct, they are Casavir, your cousin Kira, his wife and lastly, your apprentice Jaesa.” He said pointing to each in turn. “So, you have been paying attention to what I’ve been saying.” Nathrrya said clearly pleased “Now if your High Council would just do the same...” she let out a dramatic sigh. Obi-Wan chuckled “They can be stubborn can’t they.” He looked between the three Holocrons and the Sith “I should let you finish whatever it was you were talking about. I’ll meet you by the main entrance.” The Padawan turned and left the room. “Sooo...” Kira asked at last “you have a thing for the young man don’t you, Nat?” Nathrrya blinked “Am I that obvious?” “To those who know you best Master, yes.” Jaesa confirmed.

Solo, no ifs, buts or maybes about it. Have I grouped? Yes but only with someone I knew and even then we spent more time chatting to each other than playing the game

What he said and I'll add that there are people who play SWTOR that don't give a womp rat's arse about PvP, GSF or Operations.

But what happens when they turn green when he's an adult cat? Kitten's eyes rarely stay blue when they get older unless they are of a breed that actually has blue eyes.

That it does. I'm happy my pub toons have someplace to call home. Now the poor woman has to do the Quinnmancers and at 102 members it's going to take awhile...

It's kind of reassuring to know I'm not the only one with the title problem

I have no problems with chapter titles usually as that comes, more often that not from the chapter itself, an event or location that appears in the chapter. Story titles are the bane of my existence however.

Here's a question for those of us who write. I have been thinking for awhile now of writing Nathrrya's misadventures through SWTOR up to the point where she faces Valkorion and gets to have her very long nap in carbnoite before she gives Sidious a Sith sized headache. I've actually got off my butt and rolled a Nat clone to record what I need and even more shockingly I'm working on the first chapter but here's my problem I can not think of a decent title for the story and it's really starting to annoy me! Anyway got any ideas?

Under certain conditions so can Leliana from Dragon Age: Origins, the kicker is that she then appears in DA2 and DA:I even if you killed her in DA:O. This never bothered me as I never killed Leliana but those that did kill her oh boy what a drama...

Blasphemy! How can you even think such a thing! More seriously I don't think Bio will ever kill off Lana as she's the writes' pet much like two other female companions from previous Bio games that had names that started with L.

Thanks you! I see a lot of toon hopping in my future! As I have about 9 pub toons...

Sarova, I think I may have seen you on at some ungodly hour earlier today when I was hopping through my crafting toons, trying to remember who can craft what so if I ignored you, sorry! I find myself in Sarova's position in needing another guildie to ask so I can have four new imp toons join. Speaking of guilds I seem to recall there was talk of making a pub guild along similar lines to the Quinnmancers expect it was called Theronmancers. Did anything become of that?

My main fem SW is worse! She's romanced Quinn, Lana and Arcann though when she started hitting on the redeemed bad boy she had to break up with Lana. That tells me that still being in a romance with Quinn is a game bug and not at all intended. I doubt it'll ever be fixed much less the fact we get any new romance content for Quinn. If your toon isn't with Theron, Lana or now Arcann you're screwed as far as romances go I think. Unless that changes radically in 6.0 which I doubt....

That's too cute! He looks like he's actually reading the forums