[SWTOR] Tales from the Old Cantina (2)

A year and and a bit more ago, Nar Shaddaa: *CRUNCH* The holocom lay in pieces, the durasteel wall indifferent to the bit of electronics that had been hurled with such violence against it. “That … that… nerf herder.” Ker’ase was nearly apoplectic with sudden rage, the giggledust in her system singing, trying to make […]

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[SWTOR] Tales from the Old Cantina

(I found a pile of old stories from Ker’ase’s first walk in my original SWTOR RP guild.  Just reposting them here for y’all’s enjoyment and my archival.  Likely more than one long journal – we’ll see where it goes!   NO events here are current – but they are the backstory.) Dromond Kaas Shuttles, eight years […]

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[SWTOR] The Slave of Caur Le (I)

Dromond Kaas, Present day: Her hand ached. It always did, when it rained – it was something she had nearly forgotten over the last few years, living in the red dust of Korriban. It drove her to pace the room, up one side and back again, the ache feeding her irritability, the irritability feeding that […]

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{SWTOR} Alex’s Angels or Sith Schoolgirls?

The rumors began soon after the Sith acolytes who had attacked Fealladh disappeared. No one could find a clue as to their whereabouts – one night they were in their cots, the next morning they were gone, their beds neatly made, looking as if no one had ever slept in them. And the Twi’lek they […]

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{SWTOR} Sith Bath

“You asked for this, Slave Girl.” The words brought Fealladh out of a deep slumber, and her first thoughts were curses when she found herself bound and blindfolded. Stupid stupid stupid! Jackie would have been appalled at her lack of security preparation. Hands lifted her, despite her struggles, and then they were moving through hallways. […]

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{SWTOR} Slave Girl

Fealladh entered the Sith temple and stopped to get her bearings. She had come from that room, and they had said the dormitories were on the opposite… “Hey! Slave girl!” …side, so one of the hallways on her left should be… “I said, slave girl!” …the one she wanted, but which one? Perhaps… A rough […]

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{SWTOR} A New Beginning

I pace the confines of the cell. The whispering stopped when they took my lightsaber, but the echoes still ricochet around in my head. My path is set. I’ll not be deterred. It had been a rocky start. Turns out simply walking into the bastion of Sith knowledge and power on their own home world […]

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{SWTOR} Whispers in the Dark

They urge me awake, the whispers. Lift me to my feet, set my path. It is like walking in a dream, except it is everyone else’s dream. I am awake. I am alive. A decade and almost a second have passed, and the purpose for which I had thought I existed had turned to mirage, […]

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{SWTOR} Shadow of the Past

Every time I think I have found a home, it turns out that I’m still alone. Viessa got hurt and is now always training and going on missions or whatever the Jedi have her doing. I miss her – I think she is the only one in the galaxy who is really my friend. Master […]

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Where Next (Ceddrick)

((Popped into my head, needed to get it down on proverbial paper. This deals with a SWTOR alt of mine, Ceddrick.)) About seventeen years in and I was about done with the place. There’s a thing about being the oldest. I didn’t think much of it and it wasn’t much of a family secret. Hard […]

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[SWTOR] The Destroyer’s Return (Darth Kadrissa)

The circular durasteel plate was lying several feet away from the lift that dropped into Hoth’s icy surface it had meant to be covering. It had been warped and streaked with gore like the entire opening of that prison she had built. A trail of blood that had been frozen and mostly swept away by […]

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[SWTOR] Overnight (Vanessa)

Tucked aboard The Defiant, a child slept. In the vacuum of space, set against the backdrop of millions of stars, there was no true sense of night or day. The crew imposes a schedule of their own, mimicking Coruscant time down to the dimmed lights in late evening hours. It was just enough to convince […]

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SWTOR Bedisa: Aftermath of Night

The scene in the med bay was not dramatic. There was no creeping shadows, no blaze of light, no rushing sound. But the woman’s body, sitting upright so long into the night, let out a soft gasp of air, her hands fell to the ground, and soon after she slumped, falling to her side on […]

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SWTOR: A Correspondence with Evil

There were no forests here. No freezing hills of ice, nor her blazing desert heat and sand. But Bedisa made do, perched on the middle of the sick bay, surrounded by metal and lights and the  rushing sound of a metallic, living planet. There was the Force here too. There was a balance and a […]

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[SWTOR] Anatomy of Grief (Jacqueline + Vanessa)

As Jacqueline Rees glanced into her daughter’s room, she took quick mental note of any toys or furniture not bolted down. It was a tired routine and she found more unsecured objects than she liked, especially given the earlier tantrum and lingering charged feelings in the air. With a wince, she entered anyway, tamping down […]

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SWTOR: Bedisa: The times after

I cannot allow myself to give in to guilt. I must stand against it, and not allow it to corrupt any further then it already has. But it is very hard. It is…very hard. The lessons I have learned since him have been hard taught, but it is well they were for I feel the harsh […]

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{SWTOR} Whiskey Dreams

She walked into the red light district. A slaver jumped at her. She yelped and drew a banana from her belt and fired. The slaver jumped back and started to grow. He turned brown and sprouted ears and grew and grew until a giant chocolate bunny roared at her. She screamed in terror as it […]

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SWTOR Bedisa: Loss

Bedi’s fingers hovered over the edge of the datapad. She’d been pondering how to phrase, how to start this letter for some time. What would Jackie think of it? She took a breath and sighed. After seeing Brembal, back then, she’d retreated again. Took time in meditation, on the most godforsaken rock she could find. […]

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[SWTOR] Quod Nos Fieri quam P�nitet

The saber burned red, flaring and overcharged – she remembered specifically choosing exactly the right crystal to get the visual effect of the rippling blade, and distorting the plasma emitters to cause the regular pulsing – "like a heartbeat", Kei'dece had said, with that smile that meant she loved the idea.  It was a lightsaber […]

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[SWTOR] A Holomessage on Nar Shaddaa –

A holocom transmission is left for the Wildcat and her staff:  The figure in the holo is a well-dressed, cybernetically enhanced human female with a notable imperial accent.  Commcodes indicate that the transmission is local to the planet, however, and from somewhere upcity, where the rents are high and, as the ads say, life is worth […]

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[SWTOR] Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright (Vanessa/Tulson)

Vanessa centered herself on the floor and closed her eyes. Insulated from the beeping of the cockpit and whirring of the engine room, her Gunstar quarters were cozy. Far from the high ceilings and sweeping decor of her Coruscant bedroom, the ship wrapped tightly around her. Pipes, vents, and unpainted metal composed the cocoon, offset […]

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[SWTOR] The Broken Holocron

(Ed. Note – this is some older writing brought forward – I thought it was fun, and may offer some arpeez to anyone who would like to abuse it.  If you'd like to roleplay against the Guardian or incorporate this into larger scenes and I can help?  Let me know!)   There is a holocron, once […]

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SWTOR Dareia: Headhunting

She frowned over the datapad, running through the simulation data again and again. Curse it. Lord Ishya had been left to her own devices for far too long. She needed to pay closer attention next time.  A tick was left on another datapad, a list. Set aside an extra hour for strategic planning lessons.  Another […]

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[SWTOR] Prowl (Tulson)

There simply wasn’t enough entertainment the last two days to keep Tulson sated. The initial hunt was fulfilling, the rush of locating the hit, the intoxicating thoughts of new ways to lay waste. For some targets, a simple aerial strike sufficed. For others, something more deeply intimate and drawn out. But days of carnage later […]

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[SWTOR] Stay (Vanessa)

Peaking around the corner of the bridge, Vanessa watched her mother work. Whether it was stooped over a console or tinkering on an engine panel, Jacqueline wore the same look of concentration. She was distracted and didn’t see the child enter. Vanessa blinked, finding it a little odd. For not having the Force, her mother […]

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