Crezelle
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in my headcanon, that little cask on my tauntaun ram's back is full of hooch
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but your descriptions are interesting, you get the point across, and your ideas are great/hilarious/sweet (I can't get enough Vector and I have a hard time writing for him). Those things matter to me more than anything else.
that's about the only reason why i even try. if there is one thing i at least am confident in, is i know i have a colourful, crackpot imagination >.>;;
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Man, i KNOW my writing sucks. i can't articulate stuff, do proper grammar and punctuation, ect. i just kinda...mash buttons... and things appear on screen.
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oh if you knew... the difficulties I'm facing, drawing so much skin!
Actually I've been stuck for a whole week on how to draw his shoulders properly; muscles, collar bones, lighting, ...
UGH! I need a model! ><
Maybe I should leave it be for a while and work on his hair instead... then give you another teaser ^^
wantwantwantwantwant
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My Blizz is untouched unfortunately.
i'll touch your blizz <3
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In my headcanon, Blizz gets glomped by ladies.
i'm pretty sure that's regular canon, cause well i glomp people's blizz's all the time
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In my headcanon:
- Vette and Jaesa have super-secret slumber parties that involve pillow fights and "experimenting" just to spite their sexually repressed Sith Lord and Master. Quinn spies on these and posts videos on the Holonet.
- Qyzen, in truth, lost his eye when he told Kira Karsen her robes made her butt look fat.
- Aric was a Coruscanti stripper before he became a space marine and in an alternate universe becomes Jorgen Von Strangle.
this is now my headcanon too.
- Vette and Jaesa have super-secret slumber parties that involve pillow fights and "experimenting" just to spite their sexually repressed Sith Lord and Master. Quinn spies on these and posts videos on the Holonet.
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jorgan. wanted in his fuzzy pants. nuff said.
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In my headcanon, Skadge "accidentaly" tripped and fell down a meat grinder, wich exploded, into a sun.
And the blacklist ****edu p the jedi/SIS strike team and went on a drunken rampage with lots of defenestrating.
skadge fell into the barrel of, and subiquently got fired out of my headcanon into a star
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Like noones watching eh...
just finished something along these lines. gotta make it vague to fit into ToS, but should be fine i think
Euryale (BH) Mako, and Blizz
*Click* The lock on the chest was open. Blizz was impressed at how complex the lock was; it must have very important things in it! Or he figured it would, if Boss hadn’t seemed to forget about the large chest seemingly hidden beneath some furniture in her room. He had asked about it before to her, but she seemed to quickly say ” it’s nothing. “. If Boss seemed so disinterested in it, it was fair game for Blizz to investigate, right?
He opened the lid of the chest, and his beady golden eyes widened. Machines. Strange machines. Silver orbs tethered to a controller by a dainty thin wire. Wobbly, long, plastoid …. things. A few objects Blizz recognised: Wrist restraints his boss sometimes used to subdue live captures, but these ones were much more delicate. The little jawa was completely fascinated by all the strange devices.
He picked up one of the long plastoid objects, this one having a set of buttons at it’s base. He had seen jedi with similar things, so he carefully pointed it away from him first before pressing a button. Instead of creating a strong beam of plasma, the object began to buzz strongly in his hand, causing him to drop it in surprise. This caused a second button to be pushed when it hit the ground, and the object began squirming. Blizz couldn’t help but giggle as the strange thing danced on the floor, bouncing slightly from the vibration, and rolling around from the circular squirming.
In a matter of minutes, all objects with a vibrating motor were having a little dance party on the floor, buzzing and bouncing on the hard surface.
What were these things used for? How did they “buzz” ? The jawa picked one up and studied it. It felt all funny in his hands, and he touched the tip of it between his eyes. He laughed as the world around him blurred from the vibration. The sensation only intensified as he bit down on it experimentally. He had to figure out what these magic things were all about.
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The Huntress and Mako stood in the doorway to the captain’s room, their shopping bags dropped by their feet, both frozen with their mouths wide open in shock at what they saw. Across the entire room, small motors, wires, controllers, and plastoid scraps littered the floor. In the centre of the room, was Blizz, crouching over the remains of the huntress’ favourite Czerka Magic Wand muscle massager, it’s components coming undone swiftly from the jawa’s nimble hands and tools he always kept along side him.
Blizz was so absorbed in his tool dissection, that he nearly jumped 5 feet in the air when he heard his boss scream at the top of her lungs.
Mako just laughed. Torian and Gault came running in from the sound of the commotion. Both took one look at the scene in front of them. Gault spun on his heels, and left the scene, muttering " Nope. I ain't touching this one. Too weird for me. "Torian just stood there, a smug grin forming on his face.
author's notes
My BH would like to assure you that no jawas were harmed after the initial episode where he destroyed her collection of back massagers. Carrying around all that durasteel armor, and constantly getting into scuffles has left her with a chronically sore neck and back, which she has had to resort to treating via mechanical means. She would like for everyone to stop giving her that look. It's her sore neck. Really.
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Uninvited Guest
Adris Westan, Brei'yu, Vector and Kaliyo
Spoilers for Vector and Kaliyo class quests, especially the end of Kaliyo's questline.
She knew how to work people.
Vector felt a flare in his chest as he watched her smooze the Moff whose name she'd probably already forgotten. Her big blue eyes were guileless and fixed on the man. Vector figured him old enough to be her grandfather. She chuckled throatily when he said something that could be construed as witty and kept herself just out reach. He was constantly trying to reach out and touch her. He'd bought her a drink that she hadn't touched. But she was watching him get very very drunk.
Vector took it all in, knowing it was her job, knowing this was just part of said job. Instead of fixating, he turned his attentions inward and analyzed what he was feeling.
It was jealousy.
He remembered now what it was to have human emotions. His time with Adris Westan had reminded him what it was to be human. To laugh and feel amusement, to be worried and anxious over the health of a team mate, he remembered what it was to have a friend.
But Brei'yu reminded him what it was to be a man. She woke strange, strong feelings of need and desire that he hadn't felt since he and Anora had called off their engagement. He remembered what it was to have his senses clouded by a woman, to smell her perfume long after she'd left a room, to feel the heat rise in his skin after an accidental touch, he remembered fantasy and anticipation. She consumed his thoughts sometimes, absolutely and completely.
He could taste her aura when she was near, feel the charge of her skin if she touched him. He knew the way the light would glint off her hair, playing browns against auburns against blacks. He'd looked into her blue eyes and knew every time that he could get lost staring into them.
Westan had said he'd gone over hard on her. Vector wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but if his physiological responses to her flirtation with another man were any indication, then he was feeling something that had become alien to him years ago.
He was in love with Brei'yu.
The hand on his arm drew him out of his reverie. Vector glanced over and saw Westan looking at him, a little concern in his eyes, amusement on his face and resignation etched into his aura. Vector knew that all the things that captivated him about Brei'yu were the same things that had drawn Westan to her when they were younger. Vector knew only bits and pieces of what happened to them on Alderaan, but the relationship started during different lives carried over into a strong friendship now. Westan swore he was over it but Vector suspected that seeing another man interested in what once was his stung.
Vector wasn't sure how to articulate this revelation. Or even if it was appropriate to. Westan had promised to do what he could to swing Brei'yu's interest toward Vector. As much as Vector wanted that, he was hesitant about what it would do to his friendship with the other man. He began to ask but Westan smacked him on the shoulder.
“That's our sign, let's go.”
The men headed for the table where Brei sat, finally letting herself lean against the Moff. The old man looked delighted and drunk. Vector wondered if he'd remember any of this in the morning. Westan slid into the booth on the empty side of the Moff and Vector came to sit beside Brei'yu. The Moff looked up with cloudy confusion, his eyes trying to fix on Westan's face.
“Who? What?” was all he could slur before Brei'yu put a comforting bare hand over his.
“It’s alright. These are friends of mine. They just came to talk.”
The Moff still seemed confused and Westan began engaging him in easy conversation, well as easy as conversing with a drunk man could be. Vector reached for Brei'yu with both hands and she slipped her free bare hand into his wordlessly. His fingers tightened around her hand, he liked the delicate feel of her bones beneath her skin. He'd seen her break Sith's necks with her tiny hands. He knew the power that she held in those slim fingers.
She looked at him and he nodded, indicating he was ready. She took a breath and opened the connection between them. He slid into her thoughts easily, and she into his. He felt her hand tense as she adjusted to the music inside his head and he pushed the hive down, concentrating on her sweet song and the addition of the Moff's thoughts.
Westan asked the Moff a simple question about his first wife. Vector watched the face of a pleasant looking woman come to the forefront of his consciousness, measured the gleam of a contented aura around the memory. Brei murmured her vision and Vector added his take quietly. They had discovered this easy link not long after Tatooine. Vector's familiarity with a hive mind and the investigation of memories that weren't his gave him insights that Brei'yu didn't have access too. He watched auras, both the one around the target and the one that lit his memories. Brei'yu could tell you what she saw, even some of how the target felt about a certain memory, Vector could glean the taste of the air, the scent of a person, little things that triggered clarity in memory. He and Brei'yu made an incredible team, to Westan's delight.
And Westan wasted no time in getting down to business. He grilled the Moff about the blonde Darth with the eight year old boy.
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Later on the ship, Westan disappeared to juggle the new information they'd received. Brei'yu sat comfortable in the common room of the ship. Vector lowered himself next to her. She leaned companionably against his side and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand.
“I don't think getting him drunk was the best way to go about that,” she said after a few minutes of easy silence. “My brain is still swimming in the tankard of alcohol he consumed. Why can't we just have Dr Lokin put them under all the time?”
“Agent Westan believes that would have looked too suspicious,” Vector answered.
“A fat old Moff passed out over his drink in a skeezy cantina? Come on. Like that doesn't happen every night of the week.”
Silence descended over them again and Vector heard her sigh as she rested her head against his shoulder. He enjoyed this simple, easy... friendship that had sprung up between them after she first shared her gift with him, and he shared the nest with her. Their intimate looks into each others worlds had fast tracked a relationship in place and he was content. Almost.
He reached over and placed his fingers under Brei'yu's chin, lifting her face up to his. Her head came back easily, trusting. He thanked every star and quieted the hive his head so he could concentrate on this simple moment. He brushed his lips against hers softly, almost imperceptibly. He felt her hand climb his chest and had just laid his mouth over hers when he heard them.
His head came up immediately. “She's what?” he asked the air.
Brei'yu startled, blinking the dreaminess from her eyes. “I'm sorry?” She looked around the empty room.
“The fingerlings, they have become chatty,” Vector said. He lowered his hand from her face as she sat up.
“I don't see...”
“They say Kaliyo has returned. She is coming.”
“Kaliyo,” Brei'yu groaned just as the Rattataki swung through the door.
“Where's Adris?' she demanded, her speech slurred.
Brei'yu shrugged. “Around I'm sure. Have a good time?”
Kaliyo looked around as though just realizing where she was. “Ah. F*ck 'im,” she sighed. Then she grinned at them, her white teeth sparkling against a blood red mouth. “This looks cozy. What are you guys doing?”
Brei'yu made a noise of protest as Kaliyo melted into Vector's lap and swung her legs up to rest on Brei's. Vector looked into Brei'yu's surprised eyes as Kaliyo got comfortable and then silent. “Is.. is there something you want to talk about, then?”
“There was this adorable idiot on planet. Terrible liar. Great lay. Wants to take me away to see the galaxy,” Kaliyo giggled drunkenly. “I wanted to rub it in Adris' face,” she said with a sigh, like not being able to was a great disappointment.
The lovely moment over, Vector shifted under Kaliyo's slight weight. Brei'yu cocked her head to the side. “Kaliyo? Are you in love with Adris?”
Kaliyo stared at the ceiling like she hadn't heard. “He'll miss me when I'm gone. No one gets him like I do. Not even you.”
Vector and Brei'yu exchanged a startled look. “You were using him when he was a Cipher. You sold information to the highest bidder. You think he cares where you go?”
“Not the highest bidder. Just Wheezer. He just used it to blow stuff up. Isn't anyone going to let that go?”
“Let it go?” Brei'yu started, but quieted when Vector laid a hand on her arm.
“Kaliyo, we can see you're drunk and upset,” Vector said quietly.
“You don't have to tell me I blew it.” He was expecting anger, an explosion to vitriol and bitterness but she only sounded tiredly resigned. “I was that close, and Wheezer borked it up for me.”
“No,” Brei'yu said as she clenched her teeth. “You borked it up for yourself.”
“It's not like he didn't know how I was,” Kaliyo snapped.
“So that's your excuse.”
Kaliyo rolled off Vector's lap and started pacing. “Why did he keep me on?”
“You're going to have to ask him,” Brei answered.
“To hell with that.” Kaliyo flopped back down on the couch next to Brei. Brei'yu watched Kaliyo carefully as she brooded. She didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.
Vector leaned back. Kaliyo had a way of spoiling things.
Author's Note:
I know i didn't hit the prompt exactly. I probably shouldn't be attempting to tell this story in the form of weekly prompts but I'm finding it a fun challenge to try and get the story across while keeping it in the confines of what's expected weekly. Some new elements of the story have shown themselves to me, ones I wouldn't have come up with if I had just sat down and written this beginning to end.
Sorry this turned a little soap opera-y. I have absolutely no explanation as to why Adris kept Kaliyo on his crew after he discovered what she did. Since my version of the Adris' IA story has him leaving Intelligence, Kaliyo is a danger to him more than she is an asset. As you can see, I've barely used her for any of the important parts of the story, so she's sitting around the ship probably causing trouble. I should kill her off. Hmmm....
...i am pleased :3
i'd be miffed at kaliyo, but you made it so i feel for her too now
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Worst Day Ever is the first part of the story. Turning Point is the second half. Brei'yu's story co starring Adris Westan. Spoilers for IA story, a chapter 2 reveal, and chapter 3 ending.
“You have to run. You have to move now.” His face was as white as the snow on the mountains outside the window. The slivers of silvery cybernetics stood out on his cheeks in stark contrast to his skin somehow. She was just about to comment on it, make a joke or a little dig at his devastatingly good looks but it was the wild fear in his eyes that stopped her.
“Adris? What's going on?” she asked, trying to smile at him.
He stuffed credits into her hands, bending down to pluck them off the floor and shove them in her pockets when she didn't move fast enough. “Keeper's broken your cover. Organa knows you're an Imperial spy. You have to go now. The whole place is going to be looking for you.”
Brei'yu froze as she felt her skin go cold. “Keeper wouldn't break my cover,” she said numbly even as Westan crammed more credits down her shirt while at the same time hustling her toward the door.
“He's covering for Mem'tah. Do you hear me? He's sacrificing you to keep Mem'tah under.”
“Why?” she whimpered. “Why would he do this?”
“Mem'tah was the one who assassinated Verluc Organa and was messy about it. Keeper doesn't want him surfaced. So Keeper had Nulna tell them it was you.” Westan yanked her down a hall, his eyes raking over shadows and his head moving from side to side as he checked to make sure they were alone.
Brei'yu shook her head over and over. “Keeper wouldn't. Keeper wouldn't do this. This has to be a mistake.”
“Brei. You're the newest agent on this op. You were the easiest one to offer up. Keeper loses almost nothing by letting you go. Its the cleanest cover up he's going to get without withdrawing all of us.”
Brei'yu stopped and yanked her hand from his. “Why are you helping me? Why should I trust you?” she demanded breathlessly. It broke her heart to see the hurt on his face.
He cupped her cheeks in his hands, tilting her chin up. She'd always loved how much taller he was than her. He kissed her hard and deep because this was going to be the last time he would see her. She clutched his wrists as the first tears escaped her eyes. “Listen to me,” Westan whispered against her mouth. “You have to get to House Cortess by six. There's a shuttle leaving and I've gotten you passage on board. It's going to Korriban.”
“Oh gods...”
“I know. Just use this money to get off that world to the first place you'll be safe, okay? It was the best I could do.”
“Adris, I....”
“Shh. Don't. Okay? Just don't. Don't talk to anyone, keep your head covered. Never show anyone what you can do. I have to figure out how to make it look like you're dead.” He took her hand and forced her to move again. They stumbled out of the house proper into a small courtyard. There was no one around that they could see.
Brei'yu let him drag her over the garden gate and waited while he sliced it open. “It's really not any better here is it?” she asked, staring at the horizon beyond the gate. “My sister was right. No trial, no justice. Just death.”
“You're not dying,” Westan insisted, unsure what she was taking about. “I have to stay here, join the search for you. I'll put them off as long as possible but you have to run. Go!”
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Adris Westan was a smart man. But when it came to tracking down a woman like Brei'yu Kodrevas, he was forced to admit that she could be even smarter than he. She didn't want to be found. It was entirely possible that her life could be forfeit if she was. The Empire thought her dead thanks to him. If she resurfaced...
Somehow, Westan knew that someone, somewhere had knowledge of Brei'yu. He needed to find that person.
His first step was to send Temple and Vector out. He knew Raina was still leery around Vector, but he felt their investigations would be more salient if the Joiner accompanied the attractive human. After all, what kind of trouble could a human female and killak Joiner possibly stir up? Raina had no idea what she brought back every time she had information for him. For a long while he didn't know either. But slowly, slowly, with the help of Vector's impeccable logic, Westan began to see a pattern emerge. Sightings, dealings, an impossibly beautiful human female with rich brown hair and eyes like Voss oceans who flirted, questioned, backed up or killed a certain person here, smuggled secret cargo there, dropped out of existence here.
She no longer used the Kodrevas name. He couldn't find an instance where she used a surname at all. But she had kept her first name the same. Those simply formed letters that had nearly overwhelmed his entire world back then. Things were different now of course. But he let himself go back into those memories briefly, when an aqua eyed girl with a dangerous smile had held his heart captive for three torturous months. It should have been the job. But it hadn't been for either of them. Time had set the distance down, but the memories would be forever.
Finally, Raina had returned with a holo. Westan took it eagerly and fired it up, Vector and Raina standing close to observe. The moment the picture cleared he knew it was her. Her hair was longer, her body still lush and curved. Those eyes still observant, scarily so. But the set of her mouth was wrong. Hardness had conquered that girlish smile. Bitterness chased away the soft curve that would overtake the corners. Anger had settled into those dangerous blue green eyes.
“This is Risky Mistress acknowledging contact on channel 32-4b. You better make this quick, Ithlor because if the Pubs pick up my frequency because you decided to wax eloquent about your withering manhood, I'm going to hunt you down and kick your balls into your throat.”
The image changed to a human male with sunken eyes and lanky hair with a tic in his left eye. “All the way into my throat, Brei?”
“You'll have to swallow to put them back between your legs.” Brei'yu's image returned, her hands on her hips, her feet set in a fighting stance.
The man laughed unpleasantly. “What if I then asked you to check on them for me? You know. Just to make sure everything settled back into place correctly?”
“Ithlor, I wouldn't touch you with Malgus's hands. Do you have my meeting set up or do I have to carve out your tongue and shove it up your a*s?”
The male shuffled unhappily, glancing to the side with anger as someone jeered him for Brei'yu's stylistic rejection. “Your meet is tonight at the Sauntering Harlot Cantina. Go in alone, sit at the back booth three over from the mirrored woman and wait. He'll come to you.”
Brei'yu's form returned and Westan watched her eyes narrow dangerously. “If you screw me over, I will find you, Ithlor. I will slit your belly while you sleep and then strangle you with your own intestines. Am I clear?”
Ithlor whimpered. “Is there anyway you aren't planning on hurting me, Brei? I really am a nice guy.”
“Oh, Ithlor. You have no idea what I can do with three minutes and a vibroknife.” The connection was severed immediately.
“She's... charming,” Raina said after a moment.
Westan sighed, for the first time doubting his grand plan. “Brei'yu was ill handled by the Empire. She's spent the last seven years doing things like this to survive. She really was a charming woman back in the day. Many years ago she was... a cover that got out of hand. It was only a few months.” Westan flicked his gaze to Vector, who watched impassively. The Joiner had recalled much of the human experience over the couple years he had spent with Westan and his team, but there were things he still hadn't recalled, much less understood. “Well, I'll go set us up for a Nar Shaddaa run then.”
Even the jaunt through hyperspace wasn't fast enough. Brei'yu's meeting was going down in minutes and the Harlot was in a very far, very bad part of the district. Quick-footed, Westan set off for the scuzzy cantina with Raina and Vector close at heel. Kaliyo had taken off on her own business and Dr Lokin excused himself for not being needed. There was no way SCORPIO would be behaved enough to be taken out in a crowd. So that left Temple and Vector who would be at his back when he confronted his once lover and begged her to join his mission. Because it would come down to begging.
The Sauntering Harlot was filled to the brim with unsavory characters but Westan spotted Brei'yu immediately. Her deep brown hair fell in shining waves around her shoulders and her strong lovely face was drawn up in dangerous anger. Her breasts were hiked up and put on display and the cyborg male she sat with didn't make it a secret he was looking her over carefully. She kept her face set in haughty distaste as they spoke. When he handed her a data pad she reached a delicate hand into the bodice she wore and withdrew a small bag. He checked the contents, nodded in satisfaction and keyed in something to the pad that made her expression change to one of calculating interest. Finally, the cyborg sat back and gave her an obvious gesture of dismissal and she wasted no time in leaving the booth that was soon heavy with dancers.
She saw him right away. It made her stop in her tracks and stare at him, a look that he couldn't read crossing over her face. Finally she settled on suspicion but moved away through the crowd as though hoping his business wasn't with her. Since that wasn't the case, Westan immediately began shoving people aside to follow. He was forced to break out into a run as she disappeared into a hallway behind the bar.
“Brei'yu!” he called as he cleared the hallway. She was already halfway down, moving at a good clip but her name made her stop again. She hung her head as he walked up to her back. “Brei'yu, I...”
“What do you want, Adris?” she asked tiredly as she turned to face him.
“I need to speak with you,” he said.
“How did you even find me? I'm not exactly on the company payroll anymore.” She was talking to him, but she was looking around to make sure they weren't being watched.
“You made it difficult, Brei. I'm rather proud of that,” he smiled at her when she pinned him with a withering look. He looked over and tested the door to his right, realizing they were down the hall where the private action took place. “Please, just let me talk to you. Just for a moment.” The door slid open, revealing a surprisingly spacious room. Beri'yu sighed, looked over his shoulder at Raina and Vector and reached around to her lower back where Westan knew she kept her vibroknives secured.
He put his hand on her arm. “You won't need those. Please.”
She searched his face with those memorizing aqua eyes. For a moment he felt it again. That little jerk of need that had made him practically crawl into her arms and realize only what their cover said was real. But she broke eye contact with him to walked into the room that smelled strongly of spilled liquor, dirty sex and sweat.
“You don't have long. Talk,” she said. Her voice was cream and silk still, but the rich cultured Imperial accent she had worked so hard to prefect was just a wisp of memory floating about the words. Her accent was more generic now, harder to place and probably easy to get rid of when she wanted to hide exactly what side of the fence she played on.
When she looked again at Raina and Vector, Westan introduced them. “Brei'yu, this is Vector Hyllus, a... diplomat from Alderaan. And this is Ensign Raina Temple. They're part of my outfit. Which I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Me,” she stated, suspicion flowing through the single word.
“You probably don't know but I left Intelligence. Told Keeper to go take a long walk off a short cliff.” Even as he mentioned the Imperial's title he realized it was a mistake. Brei'yu's gorgeous features lit up in fury, her eyes became storms of contempt and betrayal. Westan took her shoulders in his hands and resisted the urge to draw her into him. “Not that Keeper. He got to be Minister of Intelligence. I think you would have liked the new Keeper.” It wasn't helping. Westan sighed and switched tactics. “I need you,” he said it fast, hoping to break through that mercurial rage. “I need what you can do.”
“No,” Brei'yu spat. “I don't work for the Empire, Keeper or any Cipher. Nor will I ever again.”
“I know things ended badly on your last operation...” He winced even as the words were out of his mouth. He deserved the murderous look she gave him.
“Ended. Badly? Keeper had my cover broken and then they left me to die, Adris. All because the Duke was murdered and had no male heirs.” Her face went ashen, making her stained lips stand out against her skin like a slash of blood. “They outed me as a spy to preserve their feigned innocence. Rooting me out took the attention of the Duke's more than wildly suspicious sudden death. My op became a sacrifice, Adris. They sacrificed me.” Her voice had risen to a level that he feared would be heard beyond the door. Her eyes were wild, betrayed and lost. She didn't cry, but Westan could sense it there, just below the surface.
“What Keeper did was wrong,” he said, wanting to soothe that hurt. Now he did draw her to him, more out of solidarity than anything else. “It was the wrong choice. I'm so sorry.”
“Do you have any idea what I had to do to survive? And you, forcing me into your debt. You made sure that I owed you my life. What do I have to do to repay that debt now, Adris?” Brei'yu pushed him away but he held on to her arms, not letting her put the distance she wanted to between them.
He tilted Brei'yu's face back to him, lifted her chin so she would look at him. “You won't work for the Empire. You will work for me. Please, Brei'yu.”
“That still doesn't tell me what I have to do.”
Westan glanced over his shoulder at Raina and Vector. He didn't think Brei'yu would appreciate it if he spilled her secret, even to these people be trusted. “That thing you can do,” he murmured, his mouth near her ear. Her eyes widened. “Trust me and all debt will be wiped clean. I'll pay you well.”
She looked up at him and he could see it in her face. She wanted to trust him, whether it was old feelings resurfacing or because she had been alone for far too long, she wanted to believe in him. “You f*ck me over, I will kill you, Adris.”
The threat was so serious, she didn't even dress it up with her usual sarcasm.
He hugged her tight. “Thank you.”
Author's note:
I've had this story simmering for a long time but oddly it was writing it out of order that really got it solidified in my head. It's not super clear but Brei was 16 when she defected, 20 when she was done with training and 22 when she met Adris and three months later her cover was broken. She's 29 now. Adris was pulled off the Alderaan op not long after Brei disappeared and was sent to Hutta. Brei'yu has been ping ponging around the galaxy doing work for whoever will pay her making her kind of a smuggler but her Intelligence training nets her more credits. I feel better now.
...wow <3 <3 <3
that was beautiful ~
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Thanks! No vectors (except for text typed on the images) instead I start at a really high res and size it down so the lines look smoother than my shaky hands are actually capable of doing.
puns aside, i'd love to learn to make vector images. had a few requests for logos and i'd not feel comfortable handing in a non vectorised image
and yeah i gotta work on cleaning my line art too. i might have to force myself to find a painter with a good pen tool, and ink over a sketched and scanned layer.
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Author's Note:
So sorry. I wanted a light note to introduce Aurai and since she's Ipha's like, BFF i guess, I thought... sorry. So horrible. Jorgan's first flirt in game took me entirely by surprise. I kept thinking, I flirted, did he just? Did Jorgan just all but say he wanted to see me in my underwear? I'm horrible at flirting though, so this scene came out horrible.
I also have to say that Aurai must be the knock out I describe her as because I have all female characters on the Ebon Hawk and none of them get e-hit on except Aurai. She's been propositioned for erp not once, but three times. She's lvl 22 and I rarely play her. What the heck? It's like my server is filled with Captain Kirks chasing green women.
ohh man, i don't want to think of how many people would be all over my crez on an rp server <3
i mean, i totally wouldn't blame them at all, she is that awesome.
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.... my mind started desintigrating after a few hours of op healing HM zorn and toth to no success.
one of my biggest lifetime obessions... is lion king.
based off of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rG0aNqeMNIk
” Look Cipher, everything this zone covers, is our raid. “
” Wow.”
” A Tanks hp bar, rises and falls like the sun. My hp as a tank, will fall heavily taking cleaves in my time in the next boss battle, and will rise with you as my healer. “
” And the gear will all be mine?”
” Everything.” ( ops LOVES to drop agent gear)
” Whoah. Everything the screen loads…What about that shadowy place?”
“Thats an exhaustion zone. You must never go there cipher.”
” But i thought a full campaign geared party can do whatever it wants?”
“Oh there’s more to raiding than measuring stats all the time”
” Theres MORE?”
” haha, Cipher”
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“Every Class’ role exists together in a delicate balance. As healer, you must understand this balance, from the ranged DPS, to the Juggernaught tank. “
” But Darth, don’t they have medpacks?”
” Yes, Cipher, but let me explain. When you use a medpack, you cannot use it again for the rest of the battle. And so, we are all connected in the song of the univers- erm, Great healing Rotation.”
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is this back burner thing like what they mentioned at the con, where before they promised class story " this year"
then at the con said " next year or so" ?
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<3 Lawrichai!!!
I was away for a bit, (burnout and money issues), but now I'm back and i'm so glad to see you're still here!
I can't wait to see that the new vector art, I got chills just looking at the preview.
i knoooow. i keep trying to see what's reflected in those eyes~
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i just want new content with my imaginary husbands/companions. they just follow me around and act as if nothing happened.
i know vector, we gotta keep things secret, but your doing it TOO well.
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when my BT 4 female chiss agent runs in those painted on pants... it's like a pair of VW beetles trying to pass each other on a narrow road
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I read this somewhere on these forums myself. I can't see myself staying subscribed or bothering ftp unless they continue the storyline. That's the chief attraction for me. Sorry, I don't have the link.
same here
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At one point there was going to be because after you complete Chapter 3 the loading screen says interlude, but I just don't know anymore after they said that story is on the back burner.
when did they say that?
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Crez, I knew I could count on you to fill in some of Vector's, hehe.
Thank you all for your contributions. If you see one that's a little vague and you can clarify it, please do. Also, I'm sticking to the ones that are open-world that you'd be able to trigger multiple times. Thanks again!
here, someone has voice clips on tumblr:
Hoth- raiding the pirate vaults
"Storybook characters raid pirate vaults. Now, so do we." ( one of my favourite lines of his, just the ever small crack of playfulness in his voice when he says it)
leth outpost, leaving it
"A palace crafted from ice. Perhaps we are too quick to judge these pirates."
source
http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/vectorisms
she also has some jorgan ones. not all are area dialogue, most are class story/canned response, but theres some area dialogue in there too.
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ok, the ones for vector i can remember off the top of my head
Ive walked a few agent friends thru thier story lines, so yeah i remember a few
taris- walking off the ramp from the shuttle from orbital station
" Taris must have been glorious once. We will dream of it."
-walking into the heroic area for the chemical quest
he goes on about seeing simmilar contamination in another planet, and remembers very sick workers
-into the subway station
something along the lines of there are alien scents there, beings not from taris
-i forget where, but he goes on about how something smells "wrong"
-one of the 2 exits out of the begining outpost, he goes on about a planet's death in water
Quesh- walking onto the elevator to go down into the main OP
he goes on about never seeing such a red sky before, even on planets with red suns " It must be the atmosphere"
Hoth- Walking out of the elevator into the open from the OP
" Breathe deeply, for there is greaty beauty here. Along with keen discomfort."
-walking into one of the outposts, i forget which, but he wonders how long until the outpost is overcome with ice and snow " The empire is strong, but planets are strong too."
-walking into the one zone where you can see that ice pallace
-walking into that one big ship into the far east
-walking into the instance where you finish the planet quest by grabbing the pirate booty
- belsavis
-forget where, but i THINK its near the dread masters, and he hints at the killiks remembering a place older than alderaan
-again forget where, but he goes on how rich and vibrant the planet is, thousands of songs and lives, and the republic had to turn it into a prison
- comments about fire and ice near some volcanic activity
Voss
-walking around voss-ka, he mentions some diplomatic stuff
-walking near a gormak cannon or something, wonders what will they be like, if given a thousand years
-walking into the temple of healing, comments how it's an honor to see such a place
Corellia-
walking outside the spaceport
"We never thought we would visit the republic core worlds. We certainly never thought we would fight here."
-walking around that one park thing, commenting how it used to be the back drop to many holo shows and stuff
illum- there is one spot..near the jedi temple maybe?
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i want to know too.
might as well have been married to my companions for decades now. they never talk to me. never acknowledge our love any more. nothing.
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crez rocks it with pride <3