Your own personal 'head canon'...

[bright_ephemera]

Wow, some great stories here!

 

@ Crezelle: I love your naming choices!

 

My Sith Warrior is the one I have more written material on in my personal files, but my Chiss Agent somehow managed a longer plot summary:

 

Wynston immigrated to Imperial space in whatever the Chiss equivalent of a human's late teens is. His family had little in the Ascendancy; the Empire, for all its racism and troubles, gave more opportunity for the clever and the strong. Wynston aspired to Imperial Intelligence from the day he set foot on Dromund Kaas.

 

Wynston believed in the Empire, wholly and without reservation. A meritocracy, a force for order, an effective guardian for its loyal people. The Sith made trouble, yes, but it was possible to mitigate that - something that the protective, almost fatherly Keeper hinted at from the beginning.

 

Act 1:

Wynston briefly fell in with a young Sith on Dromund Kaas. Name of Ruth, and she couldn't have been older than nineteen. Seemingly sane. Kind. Surprisingly receptive to his advances. With that level of cheerful trust she would be dead within the year. Ah, well. Good for a pleasant night, anyway.

 

Wynston's skepticism about the power of the Sith in general didn't last past his first meeting with Darth Jadus. That was an unsettling encounter. Wynston felt nervous about any operation Jadus put his stamp on thereafter.

 

But Wynston served. Cleanly, efficiently. He used diplomacy first, bribery second, violence as a last resort. It put him at odds with the Rattataki maniac that Keeper had assigned to him. He indulged her when he could, but he found her preferred methods repulsive.

 

Balmorra, the first time he had to directly assist in the murder of Imperial citizens. Nar Shaddaa, where he put down a rebellious half-mad former Watcher for everyone's protection. Tatooine, where disguise technology opened a new world of paranoia. Alderaan, where he ran into Ruth again. No romantic interest this time, but they helped each other out in some rough fights. And the civilized Vector made himself Wynston's closest ally.

 

Ruth got torn up badly helping Wynston in a showdown at House Cortess. Her already hostile hound now had it in for Wynston personally on the grounds that Wynston was - how had Quinn phrased it? - an incompetent undisciplined alien brute with the tactical acumen of a landslide. Wynston knew full well he could out-plan, out-fight and out-medic the captain with one hand tied behind his back. The man was intolerable, but Ruth was besotted with him.

 

Wynston was more than happy to leave Alderaan.

 

He wasn't prepared to face Darth Jadus, but where preparation failed, wit and determination stepped in. Faced with the choice between striking at Jadus while letting the Eradicators destroy millions, or disabling the Eradicators at the cost of letting Jadus escape...one gave a chance to plan future defenses, and the other was guaranteed murder right now. Wynston shut down the Eradicators and worked alongside Vector to delay Jadus long enough to trap the Sith Lord - and possibly themselves - on the self-destructing ship. Watcher Two was furious, but Wynston refused to apologize for the risk. Nothing justified shedding that much Imperial blood. Nothing.

 

 

Act 2:

His next assignment was in the Republic. He could smell his contact Hunter's smugness from a mile away. Ardun Kothe seemed better. The lovely Saber wouldn't give Wynston the time of day; ah, well, her loss.

 

Onomatophobia.

 

Wynston had never suspected that switch's existence. It sickened him to think it would be used to make him hurt his countrymen. He served, but Kothe and his team were dead from the moment that codeword was used...if only Wynston could figure out how. He did Kothe's dirty work on Taris. The friendly, too-smart-by-half Doctor Lokin kept buzzing around him; Wynston did his best to evade, but Lokin didn't make it easy. Out in the field when Chance's life was on the line Wynston found himself patching the kid up without a second thought - turns out his instincts as a medic and a protector trumped his desire for revenge, at least when it came to the young ones. Later on Wynston was glad to know that Chance ended up recuperating on Coruscant, well away from the events to come.

 

Watcher X. Of all the stupid hallucinations to get. Yes, Wynston had killed him. He would do it again, too. That trickster, that traitor. It was annoying that he couldn't have hallucinated that lovely Twi'lek from Nar Shaddaa, or that deliciously experienced Alderaanian baroness, or even a second Kaliyo...nope. Had to be Watcher X. But that ugly mental image had some interesting advice. Wynston followed the instructions for the serum that would undo the damage in his brain. Or kill him, one or the other. To Quesh, then, where Ruth once again crossed his path. His crew was getting nosy about his activities, but she agreed to help him without a second thought. She stood guard, no questions asked, while he did what he had to do. Then Wynston moved on.

 

Hoth. The Chiss forces rubbed him the wrong way - there was a reason his family had left the Ascendancy - but he worked with them, noted Ensign Temple's talents, suppressed a fountain of tempting insults for his handler Hunter, did the job he came to do. And returned, on Ardun Kothe's orders, to Quesh. He was ready to break the leash and take his revenge.

 

After that massacre Wynston came home. When he spoke with the Minister of Intelligence, the Minister confirmed that the brainwashing had been an Imperial job. When the Dark Council called for the head of the agent who had defied Jadus, the Minister had risked everything to find a way to save him. The brainwashing was the price for his life. The mission went on. Wynston accepted that: everything he did, no matter how ugly, was for the good of the Empire. He would expect no less from his mentor.

 

 

Act 3:

Then, finally, it was time to unravel Hunter's mystery.

 

Belsavis. Wynston used fast talking and bribed prison labor to maneuver into the ancient vault he needed. SCORPIO was a wildcard Wynston had not counted on. He followed the vault inhabitants' instructions for trapping her, but when SCORPIO took her droid body, lunged at him, and reeled back in pain, Wynston saw a problem.

 

He had been bound like that, once.

 

There was no time for a safer solution. Voss. He encountered Ruth. She had a title now, the Emperor's Wrath, and a husband, that horrible medic. Ruth was harsher than before, but they helped each other out as usual. Not close friends, but they were friends. Wynston went on to lie his way through a stupid "healing" ritual in his efforts to get information; the Voss drugs almost had him going on about what he wanted and feared, but he snapped out of that as soon as he could. What did he want? The Empire, now and always.

 

Return to base, only to find that the Sith had dismantled Intelligence and sent in a very mad Sith commander. Wynston's assignment, and his search for the Star Cabal, took him to Corellia. Some ugly tasks there, but he was closing in.

 

Keeper finally saw fit to let him in on the Tenebrous and the surviving core of Imperial Intelligence. One job remained: disrupt the Cabal and grab the Black Codex. It went smoothly apart from Hunter's grandstanding. Wynston was sick of him. Her. It didn't matter. Wynston wasn't like her. He was better. He was the Empire. Hunter died there on her secret ship, with no one left to carry her precious torch, and the Codex would be used to protect the people that she had been willing to throw into the fires of her cleansing war.

 

Wynston took the Codex and reported to his mentor. It was the Minister's help, support, and conviction that had brought him this far. The Minister's life's work had been Imperial Intelligence. It had failed. Now Wynston had the means to carry the original vision forward. Make the Empire stable, make her safe, protect her people from threats without and within.

 

 

Interlude, the only game spoilers are endgame job titles for Agent and Warrior:

Wynston stays on the move now, always working. He exchanges information both the the Minister of Intelligence and the Emperor's Wrath. The latter relationship is cautious; Ruth serves what is essentially another dangerously unpredictable Sith Lord, and he's trying to protect Imperials from the Sith. They can't be friends. And yet...Ruth was a sane Sith once. If he could get the human being talking again, he would at least have some assurance that the Wrath cares about protecting his people.

 

In my head's Quinn-death timeline, that's where we leave it.

 

In the game-events, Quinn-survives, Ruth-has-child timeline, Quinn returns to military service and Wynston would be glad to off him. Only Ruth's command holds him back. The woman is close to snapping as it is; giving her snake of an ex-husband the fate he so richly deserves might break her, and Wynston can't risk that.

 

So the three zealots watch each other without admitting it: the Emperor's marauder, the Army's general, the Cipher outside the system. Different masters, hopelessly different methods, all to guard one people. They keep it civil. Not for each other or for the son from Ruth's failed marriage or for any imagined bond from the past. They hold because, should the tension among them snap for any reason, the Empire will bleed. And that's the one thing none of them will permit.

 

[clintcasey]

Quinn

 

 

Although Barboroso, my Sith Warrior, eventually spared Quinn in act 3, he would not let his subordinate go unpunished forever. In the aftermath of destroying Dr. Lorick's Lab, Barboroso kept one of the Good Doctor's samples and injected Quinn, transforming him into a Rakghoul Slave loyal only the Sith Marauder.

 

No betrayal goes unpunished.

 

((I was so happy when I got that companion customization))

 

[Khalhazar]

For agent ch1:

 

What happens if you choose to deactivate the eradicators? Does he get captured anyway, or does he get away?

 

[bright_ephemera]

For agent ch1:

 

What happens if you choose to deactivate the eradicators? Does he get captured anyway, or does he get away?

 

 

We still have a multi-round fight, I still run around activating computer consoles. Afterwards, according to Watcher Two, "he's out of the force field and on his way to a shuttle. No way to catch him...but he won't recover from this setback anytime soon." Then I skedaddle off the Dominator.

 

[Celacia]

My Sith Warrior is the one I have more written material on in my personal files, but my Chiss Agent somehow managed a longer plot summary:

 

Wynston immigrated to Imperial space in whatever the Chiss equivalent of a human's late teens is. His family had little in the Ascendancy; the Empire, for all its racism and troubles, gave more opportunity for the clever and the strong. Wynston aspired to Imperial Intelligence from the day he set foot on Dromund Kaas.

 

Wynston believed in the Empire, wholly and without reservation. A meritocracy, a force for order, an effective guardian for its loyal people. The Sith made trouble, yes, but it was possible to mitigate that - something that the protective, almost fatherly Keeper hinted at from the beginning.

 

Act 1:

Wynston briefly fell in with a young Sith on Dromund Kaas. Name of Ruth, and she couldn't have been older than nineteen. Seemingly sane. Kind. Surprisingly receptive to his advances. With that level of cheerful trust she would be dead within the year. Ah, well. Good for a pleasant night, anyway.

 

Wynston's skepticism about the power of the Sith in general didn't last past his first meeting with Darth Jadus. That was an unsettling encounter. Wynston felt nervous about any operation Jadus put his stamp on thereafter.

 

But Wynston served. Cleanly, efficiently. He used diplomacy first, bribery second, violence as a last resort. It put him at odds with the Rattataki maniac that Keeper had assigned to him. He indulged her when he could, but he found her preferred methods repulsive.

 

Balmorra, the first time he had to directly assist in the murder of Imperial citizens. Nar Shaddaa, where he put down a rebellious half-mad former Watcher for everyone's protection. Tatooine, where disguise technology opened a new world of paranoia. Alderaan, where he ran into Ruth again. No romantic interest this time, but they helped each other out in some rough fights. And the civilized Vector made himself Wynston's closest ally.

 

Ruth got torn up badly helping Wynston in a showdown at House Cortess. Her already hostile hound now had it in for Wynston personally on the grounds that Wynston was - how had Quinn phrased it? - an incompetent undisciplined alien brute with the tactical acumen of a landslide. Wynston knew full well he could out-plan, out-fight and out-medic the captain with one hand tied behind his back. The man was intolerable, but Ruth was besotted with him.

 

Wynston was more than happy to leave Alderaan.

 

He wasn't prepared to face Darth Jadus, but where preparation failed, wit and determination stepped in. Faced with the choice between striking at Jadus while letting the Eradicators destroy millions, or disabling the Eradicators at the cost of letting Jadus escape...one gave a chance to plan future defenses, and the other was guaranteed murder right now. Wynston shut down the Eradicators and worked alongside Vector to delay Jadus long enough to trap the Sith Lord - and possibly themselves - on the self-destructing ship. Watcher Two was furious, but Wynston refused to apologize for the risk. Nothing justified shedding that much Imperial blood. Nothing.

 

 

Act 2:

His next assignment was in the Republic. He could smell his contact Hunter's smugness from a mile away. Ardun Kothe seemed better. The lovely Saber wouldn't give Wynston the time of day; ah, well, her loss.

 

Onomatophobia.

 

Wynston had never suspected that switch's existence. It sickened him to think it would be used to make him hurt his countrymen. He served, but Kothe and his team were dead from the moment that codeword was used...if only Wynston could figure out how. He did Kothe's dirty work on Taris. The friendly, too-smart-by-half Doctor Lokin kept buzzing around him; Wynston did his best to evade, but Lokin didn't make it easy. Out in the field when Chance's life was on the line Wynston found himself patching the kid up without a second thought - turns out his instincts as a medic and a protector trumped his desire for revenge, at least when it came to the young ones. Later on Wynston was glad to know that Chance ended up recuperating on Coruscant, well away from the events to come.

 

Watcher X. Of all the stupid hallucinations to get. Yes, Wynston had killed him. He would do it again, too. That trickster, that traitor. It was annoying that he couldn't have hallucinated that lovely Twi'lek from Nar Shaddaa, or that deliciously experienced Alderaanian baroness, or even a second Kaliyo...nope. Had to be Watcher X. But that ugly mental image had some interesting advice. Wynston followed the instructions for the serum that would undo the damage in his brain. Or kill him, one or the other. To Quesh, then, where Ruth once again crossed his path. His crew was getting nosy about his activities, but she agreed to help him without a second thought. She stood guard, no questions asked, while he did what he had to do. Then Wynston moved on.

 

Hoth. The Chiss forces rubbed him the wrong way - there was a reason his family had left the Ascendancy - but he worked with them, noted Ensign Temple's talents, suppressed a fountain of tempting insults for his handler Hunter, did the job he came to do. And returned, on Ardun Kothe's orders, to Quesh. He was ready to break the leash and take his revenge.

 

After that massacre Wynston came home. When he spoke with the Minister of Intelligence, the Minister confirmed that the brainwashing had been an Imperial job. When the Dark Council called for the head of the agent who had defied Jadus, the Minister had risked everything to find a way to save him. The brainwashing was the price for his life. The mission went on. Wynston accepted that: everything he did, no matter how ugly, was for the good of the Empire. He would expect no less from his mentor.

 

 

Act 3:

Then, finally, it was time to unravel Hunter's mystery.

 

Belsavis. Wynston used fast talking and bribed prison labor to maneuver into the ancient vault he needed. SCORPIO was a wildcard Wynston had not counted on. He followed the vault inhabitants' instructions for trapping her, but when SCORPIO took her droid body, lunged at him, and reeled back in pain, Wynston saw a problem.

 

He had been bound like that, once.

 

There was no time for a safer solution. Voss. He encountered Ruth. She had a title now, the Emperor's Wrath, and a husband, that horrible medic. Ruth was harsher than before, but they helped each other out as usual. Not close friends, but they were friends. Wynston went on to lie his way through a stupid "healing" ritual in his efforts to get information; the Voss drugs almost had him going on about what he wanted and feared, but he snapped out of that as soon as he could. What did he want? The Empire, now and always.

 

Return to base, only to find that the Sith had dismantled Intelligence and sent in a very mad Sith commander. Wynston's assignment, and his search for the Star Cabal, took him to Corellia. Some ugly tasks there, but he was closing in.

 

Keeper finally saw fit to let him in on the Tenebrous and the surviving core of Imperial Intelligence. One job remained: disrupt the Cabal and grab the Black Codex. It went smoothly apart from Hunter's grandstanding. Wynston was sick of him. Her. It didn't matter. Wynston wasn't like her. He was better. He was the Empire. Hunter died there on her secret ship, with no one left to carry her precious torch, and the Codex would be used to protect the people that she had been willing to throw into the fires of her cleansing war.

 

Wynston took the Codex and reported to his mentor. It was the Minister's help, support, and conviction that had brought him this far. The Minister's life's work had been Imperial Intelligence. It had failed. Now Wynston had the means to carry the original vision forward. Make the Empire stable, make her safe, protect her people from threats without and within.

 

 

Interlude, the only game spoilers are endgame job titles for Agent and Warrior:

Wynston stays on the move now, always working. He exchanges information both the the Minister of Intelligence and the Emperor's Wrath. The latter relationship is cautious; Ruth serves what is essentially another dangerously unpredictable Sith Lord, and he's trying to protect Imperials from the Sith. They can't be friends. And yet...Ruth was a sane Sith once. If he could get the human being talking again, he would at least have some assurance that the Wrath cares about protecting his people.

 

In my head's Quinn-death timeline, that's where we leave it.

 

In the game-events, Quinn-survives, Ruth-has-child timeline, Quinn returns to military service and Wynston would be glad to off him. Only Ruth's command holds him back. The woman is close to snapping as it is; giving her snake of an ex-husband the fate he so richly deserves might break her, and Wynston can't risk that.

 

So the three zealots watch each other without admitting it: the Emperor's marauder, the Army's general, the Cipher outside the system. Different masters, hopelessly different methods, all to guard one people. They keep it civil. Not for each other or for the son from Ruth's failed marriage or for any imagined bond from the past. They hold because, should the tension among them snap for any reason, the Empire will bleed. And that's the one thing none of them will permit.

Wow. Poor Wynston. Poor Ruth.

We still have a multi-round fight, I still run around activating computer consoles. Afterwards, according to Watcher Two, "he's out of the force field and on his way to a shuttle. No way to catch him...but he won't recover from this setback anytime soon." Then I skedaddle off the Dominator.

Not worth it then. (To Livia, anyway.) Edited May 23, 2012 by Celacia

[Crezelle]

Nemian, so far, is rolled going full lawful/honorable evil ( which is basically light grey it seems... think rubicante, but he still has a flaw with women...aperantly the nemian lion would kidnap the villiage maidens a lot)

i'm debateing on vette or jaesa... He is noble, and i plan to sire a non sensitive pureblood sniper out of him, which he will give to my agent to adopt, as a non-sensitive pureblood is a disgrace. That kinda rules out vette, but he did have some flings with other women, lady gratham included ( all the more reason to abandon a bastard child i'd imagine. Jaesa is more fitting for the role, exept for the fact shes much too chaotic and over the deep end

[Celacia]

Solanae was an officer in the CEDF, in one of the more clandestine units. She was not a very nice person - a little cold, a little cruel. She was the only person in Livia's family that had understood her at all. She disappeared when Livia was still quite young. While out doing recon with her partner they encountered a small freighter that had no business being there. Officially, there was an accident and their scout ship blew up. In reality, they boarded it, and found it to be manned by a man by the name of Raif. Something about him captivated Solanae, and something about her captivated him - they killed her partner, stripped everything useful from her ship, and then destroyed it. No one would ever have known anything different happened, except that in a fit of homesickness she once sent a message to her family telling them she was alive, and married to a human, no less. They were not pleased. Livia managed to overhear it being mentioned, and was secretly pretty happy about it.

 

Solanae and Raif were each other's entire world. The had a daughter, Thanys, who was bright blue and freckled, and adorable. They were a picture perfect family, barring the slightly shady nature of their work, dealing mostly in illegal cargo and substances. When Thanys was about 2 and a half, there was an 'accident' during a delivery - nothing was ever proven, but it was suspected that one of their rivals had rigged the airlock they were supposed to use. Solanae was killed, and Raif was seriously injured. Thanys, asleep, safely strapped in her bunk, was unharmed.

 

Raif was never the same after the accident - he had suffered a severe head injury, and spent a long time recovering. He never got over the loss of his wife, however, and as he started to recover he turned to drink and spice to numb his pain. This made him a less than successful father for his little girl, who seemed to be growing up so very fast. And she was, too - her mixed blood meant she was growing much faster than a human child would, although slightly slower than a Chiss. Unfortunately, her mental and emotional growth was more in tune with her human side, leaving her unprepared to deal with her father's issues. It seemed to Raif that every day she looked more and more like her mother (except for the freckles, which she got from him), and in his confused state he eventually became convinced that she was Solanae come back to life. Only for some reason she kept refusing his advances. Sometimes that just confused him and made him sad (and left Thanys feeling guilty and confused), sometimes it made him violent. When she was 14 he refused to take no for an answer any longer - and she killed him - with one of her mother's blaster pistols. It was easier than she had thought it would be.

 

She knew nothing of her mother's family, and Raif's sister, who had taken care of them after the accident while he was recovering had washed her hands of them after he turned to spice. She was alone, and she was very young, although she (luckily for her, for once) looked older. She had a ship and weapons, and a little money. She had to get away from places where people knew her father - they might wonder what had happened to him. This meant that the fringes of Republic space, when she had grown up were no longer home. She didn't want to haul cargo for a living like her father, but she knew that she was going to have to do something to make her way. She thought about how easy it had been to kill her father, and how good it had felt - empowering, exhilarating. She knew that there were places where one could make a pretty decent living as a mercenary or a bounty hunter - even as an independent contractor, without the sort of semiofficial status that say, the Mandalorians had - and that seemed vastly preferable to the other options that presented themselves. She took her mother's guns and started practicing. She was on her way.

 

Years passed. She always brought in her targets - more often alive than not, although it was mostly because she enjoyed how angry they got about it. She loved her work - it turned out that she really, really enjoyed shooting people - and setting them on fire? Priceless. It gave her the giggles. Every time. Sometimes she thought that people seemed a little nervous around her - she couldn't tell if it was because there was something wrong with her or if it was just her growing reputation. By the time she was 21 she had started to make a name for herself, in a small kind of way, but she wanted more. She heard rumors that the Mandalorians were going to be holding a Great Hunt. She made some inquiries and found a team that was interested in working with her. We all know how that worked out. Later, when she was given the option to be adopted into Mandalore's clan, she accepted. The idea of having a family - one not tied to her by blood (because that hadn't worked out well for her) but by choice, was appealing. She thought it might ground her. Also, it would be good for business. A girl's got to eat - and she had promised Gault that he could have frilly curtains for his room if he really wanted them.

 

She met the boything on her first hunt as a Mandaloian and Great Hunt winner - she was after his father. When she was sent to find him, she realized that she had met him, briefly on Dromund Kaas during a ritual hunt. She had thought his defensiveness about his age was cute. He seemed to be only a few years younger than she was anyway, and it had been fun to tease him about it. She walked into his camp, and he attacked her, but ended up disarmed by her charm, flat on his back, with her boot on his chest and her gun pointed at his face. She was annoyed by the welcome, but she warmed to him when he gamely admitted that he had deserved what he got there. She decided that working with him would be fun. He did seem a little put out when she declined to give his plan to avoid attracting the rakghouls a shot, but really. A girl has to have standards. Also, she was confident that she could take them. They tracked down his father, who was shocked to meet his son, whom he had believed to be dead. She insisted that Torian listen to what his father had to tell him before they froze him and took him in - she thought he would regret it if he let the chance pass.

 

She was glad when he asked to come with her, because she had started to become quite fond of him - his earnestness, the serious way he had about him, the way he seemed to hold her in awe, his gentle sense of humor. She found the respectful, quiet way that he flirted with her to be kind of intoxicating. She hadn't thought she could love a man - she had some serious issues because of her father, and she tended to get panicky when older men showed her attention, but with her boything it was different. It may have been because he was younger than she was. It may have been the way he respected her. It may have been the way he was completely happy to be her 'arm candy' for the night. It was at least partially because she knew she could take him easily in a fight, and because he knew it too. He treasured her, and it was just what she needed.

 

She was beyond happy when he told her he loved her, even though he brought it up as a potential problem because of the bad blood between their clans. She couldn't say yes fast enough when he asked her to marry him. After a certain incident that made her very, very angry (and certain other people very, very sorry) she decided that she couldn't let him out of her sight, and now brings him with her everywhere. She's pretty happy with the arrangement, since her work often gets her all excited, and there he is, ready to be grabbed for big sloppy make-outs, right there in the field. She is surprisingly delighted at the thought of making little bluish Mando babies with him. Given her childhood, she didn't think she would want to have kids - but she wants to have his kids.

 

Back on Hutta, someone had asked her how a Chiss had ended up being a bounty hunter, and she had told them it was because of some really bad luck. At the time that is what she had thought. Looking back at it though, safe and happy with her husband and her crew, she thinks that it turned out to have been really good luck, after all.

[bright_ephemera]

The had a daughter, Thanys, who was bright blue and freckled, and adorable.

 

Chiss can have freckles!? This is...this is an enchanting image.

 

Let's hope Torian remains a steadying influence.

[bright_ephemera]

Wow. Poor Wynston. Poor Ruth.

 

The good news is, both Wynston and Ruth do have friends. Wynston's got Vector to keep him steady and Kaliyo to blow off steam with. Ruth's in a bad place; young Rylon, being the spitting image of his father, is a source of pain as much as happiness. But Jaesa and Vette are conspiring to draw her back out of her shell. And threatening Pierce with dire consequences if he doesn't play nice. He likes her just fine and is there for her in all matters that can be solved with high explosives; he's just not the cuddly type, you know?

 

*EDIT: All this, and Wynston has always been the easy-come, easy-go type when it comes to relationships. So he'll live. Enjoy the day, exchange kindnesses because everybody likes getting nice things, don't get attached. He had at least five seconds of alarmed self-reflection when he realized Kaliyo wanted more commitment than he did, but no, he's happy with his relationships. Even the ones that aren't sexual anymore. Just...come on, Ruth. You were both more useful and more likable before that incident you still refuse to talk about.

Edited May 23, 2012 by bright_ephemera

[JediElf]

Even more amazing stuff to read!

 

Keep it coming guys and gals! This is just fantastic!

[Meluna]

Hey guys, we love reading these kinds of things! Seeing how creative our community is with the stories we share is amazing.

 

May the Force be with you all!

[bright_ephemera]

Even more amazing stuff to read!

 

Keep it coming guys and gals! This is just fantastic!

 

You've said you're working on yours. I haven't forgotten. No holding out on us!

[Crezelle]

Euryale, named after one of the 3 gorgon sisters ( Stheno and medusa as well) was hooked up with the BH's beginning team, due to her mother's and lokin's networking. She is the elder of the 2 daughters, and carries herself with honor and respect. She saw her job more as a person retrieval rather than an assasin ( she even said so much to mako on nar shadaa). She liked to think herself raised to be polite, and with dignity, but she soon saw that people saw an alien thug before they saw HER. Alderaan is where she snapped, and threw out her teachings out the airlock. She was happy to visit where her parent's met, and heard great things about the culture of the people there. But sadly it seems she was avoided and shunned, people not so quietly voicing thier opinions on "that..thing" as she went to meet her contact. She frustratingly agreed to the ceremony to become her contact's advocate, and set out to find her next contact. Oh boy, what a lovely reception she got with that noble... normally she does any task asked of her by a client, but her frustration was near boiling, and mako's complaining about the people only fueled it. Well long story short... she snapped... and learned how good it feels to just beat someone into co-operation at times >:3.

[Striges]

I wrote these for some of my characters in the style of the companion codex entries. Just a thumbnail sketch of personality and a brief biography before the class stories start.

 

I’ve tagged them with spoilers just to keep the post size down. Nothing here that you wouldn’t learn from the first 2 minutes in-game.

 

 

Varrel Umrahiel (Sith Warrior)

 

Imperial law mandates that all force-sensitive citizens must go to one of the Sith Academies. On a newly annexed world, Imperial forces led by Sith Oracles began with schools, hoping to harvest the impressionable youth first. At the Salle de Umrahiel, they walked away with its master, one of the most sought-after fencing instructors on the planet, and the fifteenth generation of his family to teach the art.

 

At age 62, Varrel Umrahiel was the most unlikely of acolytes in the Sith Academy. Surrounded by younger, more vicious students, his fate would seem to be sealed. Varrel, however, was strong in the Force, grasping it on an instinctive level. And he had a lifetime of combat training. He not only survived but thrived in the cutthroat environment. He did well enough that he caught the eye of Overseer Tremmel on Korriban, who personally arranged his transfer to the advanced academy there.

 

Varrel strove to emulate the historical swordmasters in philosophy as well as technique. The Sith code was foreign to him. But he was a quick study in this as in all things, even at his advanced age. He found the power structure in the Empire was not so different from the ancient practices of his homeworld. He endeavored to strike a balance between the honor he still believed in and the grasping ambition embodied in the Sith Code.

 

Varrel understands that failure to adapt to his new culture means death. With that acceptance comes the siren’s song of the dark side. Varrel is just as vulnerable to it as any neophyte, and in his own way just as receptive. Immersed in Sith politics, he sees no real alternative.

 

 

 

Sha’ra’zaed (Imperial Agent)

 

Born into the Chiss Ascendancy, Sha’ra’zaed learned intrigue and deception in the cradle. Her house was a minor one, parlaying a long history of quiet assassination and elimination for protection from larger, more powerful rivals. The leaders maintained a delicate balance. But like all balancing acts, one tiny push can send it over the edge. When Sha’ra’zaed was a young woman, a coalition of adversaries made a concerted move against her house. Her people scattered. Larger families absorbed a valuable few and left the rest to fend for themselves—or eliminated them. Surrounded by enemies, Sha’ra’zaed looked for a more powerful patron. She found it in the Empire.

 

The Empire, a recent ally to the Chiss Ascendancy, held little interest for her while her house was intact, but she observed them and cultivated contacts among their number as a matter of course. Now they looked far more attractive. She bartered information on the situation for protection. Imperial fixers welcomed her as much for her already well-honed skills as for her information on Chiss politics.

 

Emigrating to Imperial space, she adopted the name Haraz, in accordance with convention. Her loyalties lie with the apparatus of the Empire, not the people holding office. She works to strengthen it as an entity. A strong Empire is a powerful patron. A strong Empire protects those who work in its best interests. She will deal with those who would destroy it, whether those enemies come from within or without.

 

 

 

Jealousy (Sith Inquisitor)

 

On a remote estate on Dromund Kaas, a Sith Pureblood master, Kriyon-Lys, determined to recreate the ancient Sith species. He began, of course, with his own superior genetic material, supplemented with samples from a handful of other deserving Purebloods. His experiment was a combination of bioengineering, cloning, Sith alchemy, and old-fashioned breeding. According to records, much of this “breeding” took place in vitro, with maturation accelerated by both alchemical and biochemical agents.

 

Most subjects didn’t conform to his perception of the true Sith species. Some were weak in the Force. Others were physically imperfect. Many were hideously deformed. These he destroyed after studying their defects. But in each generation, a few were worthy of continued existence. A few were worthy to contribute. Each iteration brought him closer to his goal.

 

Rumors of the experiments eventually reached The Dark Council. His explanation of his grand purpose and details of his experiments disgusted even them. He was, after all, tampering with their most noble bloodlines and breeding the offspring like prize kath hounds. When he refused to abandon his project they declared him rogue. On the Imperial homeworld, however, an orbital bombardment was out of the question. They sent a military force supplemented with Sith to shut down the experiment and liquidate the compound.

 

Upon arrival, they found his most promising subjects in pens and cells. Lord Kriyon-Lys hadn’t bothered to teach them anything. He considered only raw Force ability and physical appearance. The majority were more mad than their creator, as much from their isolation as their toxic creation. The investigators dissected and preserved the bulk of them. But a few had potential. The Sith sent those to Korriban to survive their trials and prove their creator correct, or die like all the other failures.

 

Four survived the bloodbath on the transport ship from Dromund Kaas to Korriban as their handlers discovered why Kriyon-Lys kept his experiments in solitary confinement. Three died at the academy, strong, savage, and unable to adjust to the rules of their new surroundings.

 

One lived. A female. Listed only as “Subject J” in Lord Kriyon-Lys’ records, the Sith investigators named her “Jeaousy”. Jealousy is quick and adaptable, strong in the Force, vicious as a rabid nexu, but inexperienced in dealing with other sentient beings. Observing her evolution ought to prove interesting.

 

 

More to come! Unlike these, conceived before legacy was announced, my smuggler and bounty hunter are related. I’ll post those in a bit.

[JediElf]

You've said you're working on yours. I haven't forgotten. No holding out on us!

 

I am. I just have so much to work though, and i'm nervous about posting it up here. I mean so many good stories and journeys! I hope mine sound half this good.

 

I will get to it though....I just need a bit more time.

 

Keep 'em coming guys and gals! This is great!

[bright_ephemera]

I wrote these for some of my characters in the style of the companion codex entries. Just a thumbnail sketch of personality and a brief biography before the class stories start.

 

What fantastic backgrounds! I hope you've enjoyed how it informs your play. I kept bumping up against new in-game details that my character would have strong opinions on, or that prompted me to add to my character's back story to explain his/her feelings about it.

[Celacia]

I am. I just have so much to work though, and i'm nervous about posting it up here. I mean so many good stories and journeys! I hope mine sound half this good.

 

I will get to it though....I just need a bit more time.

 

Keep 'em coming guys and gals! This is great!

I want to seeeeeee!

 

(I understand though - today I finished up the scene of the last fleshed out Livia/Vector interaction that's in mine. It was literally just an extra 12 lines, and I just about died of embarrassment when I let my husband read it.)

[elliotcat]

(I understand though - today I finished up the scene of the last fleshed out Livia/Vector interaction that's in mine. It was literally just an extra 12 lines, and I just about died of embarrassment when I let my husband read it.)

 

Me too, I've been reeeeally wanting to write some fanfic but I'm too nervous even to do that! Y'all have inspired me though.

[Eanelinea]

My Jedi Knight is the daughter of a Chiss agent and Vector. You wouldn't know it looking at her, but she's really half human. Because she's only half Chiss and not a full Chiss, she didn't mature as fast as her mother did even before setting foot on Hutta. She's a bit naive and innocent when it comes to certain things in the universe. She sees the galaxy as a place that can be happy filled with puppies and rainbows.

 

She's annoyed by how protective her father is compared to her mother. Her mother knows she needs to find out how reality in the galaxy really is and to not coddle her too much. When she was found to be force sensitive thanks to her father, she was thinking of going to the Sith Academy like her two aunts and maybe become a warrior. She couldn't understand why her father wouldn't speak to her for a few days until her Aunt Reina told her point blank the horror stories of how the Sith killed those that didn't pass through the trials. She knew this since her Aunt Reina was mildly force sensitive herself.

 

Well, in her urge to be a rebellious teenager, she

got her top attributes augmented with bars.

No one's seen this, so she never mentions it to anyone. It was just something she needed to do because she WAS naive, but she wasn't THAT naive. She breezed through the Jedi academy easily, writing her parents and telling them how cool it was and that she wished she could tell them where it was, but because her parents were still sort of affiliated with the Empire, she wasn't allowed to. It had taken her Aunt, who is in Havoc Squad for the Republic to speak to the Jedi Order and allow her niece to join since, even though her parents basically left the Empire to do what they wanted, they still had ties there. Plus, two of her aunts are Sith and one is a famous Bountyhunter. The Jedi Order took a chance on her Aunt in Havoc Squad to let her become a Jedi.

 

She had some fun doing her missions, meeting T7 and Kira. She got along great with Kira until

she found out Kira used to be a Sith acolyte. She paused in her thinking of Kira, seeing her in a whole new light, but ultimately told the Order she trusted her. How could she not when her own aunts were Sith themselves and the nicest and most merciful people she could either know?

 

 

She and Kira kicked *** on missions, hurt when a certain someone died in front of them. She was sad for a long time after that. Barely wanting to continue to Balomorra to do the Jedi's bidding again. That is until she met Doc.

She was hooked from the moment she saw him and he opened his mouth. Telling her she was beautiful and flirting outrageously with her. She never knew just how lustful she could be until he said something to her in the medical bay and she looked coyly at him and walked back to her quarters, making sure he knew exactly what she had in mind. She felt as if their romance and finally marriage was a whirlwind of fast paced never ending adventure. He was quite surprised to find that his future girlfriend and now wife had certain parts augmented, which he found highly tantalizing. Especially for a no-nonsense Jedi!

 

 

She wanted her parents to be there to see her get married, but she knew her father would not approve of her choice in men. Doc wasn't a bad guy, just a ladies man who liked to chase skirts whenever he could. But when he told her

that she was the only woman for him for the rest of his life after meeting her, she said yes to being married

 

 

She's really hoping her father won't send his hive members after her husband, especially since he'd see him as taking advantage of his baby girl. You wouldn't think, looking at her father, he could be like that, but he is.

 

She is currently on a mission to save the galaxy from baddies.

 

(Oh, man. I love this. Gotta work on my Inquisitor next)

 

Edited to specify: augmented=pierced.

Edited May 24, 2012 by Eanelinea

[Khalhazar]

(I understand though - today I finished up the scene of the last fleshed out Livia/Vector interaction that's in mine. It was literally just an extra 12 lines, and I just about died of embarrassment when I let my husband read it.)

 

I'm sure he was an understanding an supportive reader. From everything you've said, your husband sounds like a pretty stand-up guy.

 

As for my agent, I am still working out how he dealt with the story. I tended to play him very cold-and-methodical.

 

 

I *do* think that whatever Jadus did to him brought out some of that emotional content that he'd hidden all his life: hate, fury, and loathing. Over the year in which he hunted down the terrorist cells, he learned to use that hate like any other tool; it proved useful in the fight against Jadus, although not without consequences. (DS choice for a mostly LS/gray character.)

 

 

Edited May 24, 2012 by Khalhazar

[Celacia]

I'm sure he was an understanding an supportive reader. From everything you've said, your husband sounds like a pretty stand-up guy.

Yeah, he's pretty swell. Didn't give me any useful feedback, though. (Edit: On this little bit, at least.) Edited May 24, 2012 by Celacia

[Crezelle]

Yeah, he's pretty swell. Didn't give me any useful feedback, though. (Edit: On this little bit, at least.)

 

my bf has no artful taste..he..just kinda laughs at me -.-;

[Striges]

What fantastic backgrounds! I hope you've enjoyed how it informs your play. I kept bumping up against new in-game details that my character would have strong opinions on, or that prompted me to add to my character's back story to explain his/her feelings about it.

 

Oh definitely. Umrahiel is the only one at 50 thus far, and the only one I had a “plan” for, in that I wanted him to start out as light and then go dark. I thought he’d hold out until the end of Act 1, but I was wrong. The following is fine if you’ve done Imperial Balmorra, any class:

 

The real turning point for him was the mission on Balmorra where you can either let the weak force-users in the cave go, or kill them. I’d done this quest already on my agent, and I was sure he’d let them go. But it got to that point…and he wouldn’t. It was the same situation he’d faced himself. He hadn’t tried to save his students or any members of his family, so he couldn’t justify letting them go.

 

But at the same time, he’d never before fought anyone who couldn’t fight back. It was wrong, it was dishonorable, and he did it anyway. He’d crossed a line, and there was no going back.

 

 

Following is fine if you’ve finished Tatooine Sith Warrior quests:

 

 

At the oasis he confronts a light-side version of himself. Despite the vision’s insisting he can turn back to the light, he believes it’s too late. He kills the light-side apparition, excising the last of his weakness. The die was cast.

 

 

Sha'ra'zaed just finished Taris. Most of her choices strengthen the Empire or its position in the galaxy, at least in her view. Ok if you’ve played Imperial Agent through Alderaan:

 

Though she did enjoy some delicious, if proxy, revenge on House Cortess by allowing the Killiks to absorb them. She rationalized that the Countess could not possibly acted alone; there must be more conspirators. If she had months to sort through it she might be able to find them all, but there was no time. With them as part of the hive, and Vector—also part of the hive—on her ship, she could guarantee their loyaty.

 

She would spin the takeover to House Thul as follows: I took care of your traitor problem. And this is the solution I chose. Get your house and your vassals in order before the Empire decides you are just as expendable.

 

 

Fine if you’ve done Imperial Agent through Quesh:

The mind control is a big issue. It may have been the Sith who put it there, but it was a Jedi who used it. Kothe might hope she really is defecting, but even if she weren’t a double agent he’d never convince her to join his side now. She feels betrayed by both sides, just for doing her job.

 

 

She remembers walking around Shadow Town on Nar Shaddaa, wondering if she ought to be picking out a cell of her own. Paranoia, right? It’s going to be interesting to see how this story develops.

 

Sorry for frequent spoiler tags here. I hate accidentally finding out something.

[Celacia]

She remembers walking around Shadow Town on Nar Shaddaa, wondering if she ought to be picking out a cell of her own. Paranoia, right? It’s going to be interesting to see how this story develops.

Yeah. This is pretty much why my agent let Watcher X go - what if he was right, and this was her future? She was glad she did, later.

[Crezelle]

Yeah. This is pretty much why my agent let Watcher X go - what if he was right, and this was her future? She was glad she did, later.

 

thats why Crezelle let him go as well