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🚀 Hail Mary, you are go for launch sequence!
Contributor apps are now OPEN for Petrova Spectrum: A Project Hail Mary Colors Zine! The form will remain open through July 26th. More specific requirements & guidelines can be found in our info doc!
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What is your least favorite elevator in SWTOR and why?
My vote goes to the elevator impside on Quesh that you have to ride as soon as you get off the transport because you aren't allowed to quick travel.
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“YOU DID THIS TO ME!” “YOU DID THIS TO MEEEEE!” YOU. DID. THIS. TO. ME!!!!!”
4 years later, I still have nightmares about this fight
“Are we doing the right thing?”
“If we never take the risk, then how will we know the future we could have had?”
One of my favorite conversations in a D&D campaign I’m a part of! Featuring our party’s resident gay water genasi pirate and a lovable NPC whom we collectively agreed looked like Newt Scammander. Five minutes after this conversation we were ambushed by a rival pirate crew
(Textless version under cut!)
Jedi June - Letting Go
The first time Master Nadia Vhea turned her back on the Republic:
Yavin IV, 3637 BBY, recording #5371 in T7-01′s memory bank
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“I don’t know about you, but this planet is serene, almost feels like home. The Massasi make it difficult, but we did invade their home. And Lansera loves it here. Do you know how many times she’s run up to me with a new artifact she found?”
“I couldn’t do it, Ja’lane. I’m a coward. Satele didn’t have to say it, but I knew she thought it too. But I didn’t see any other option.”
“We both know that isn’t true. Force, it’s far from the truth. Leaving the Order does not make you more a coward than Vitiate running away. It takes true strength to make that choice.”
“You don’t understand, I’ve done this before! I led the charge against Vitiate last time, and I failed. Master Orgus.. he.. back on Rishi, he showed me what I did. What I became. Who’s to say the same thing wouldn’t happen again?”
“Nadia..”
“Forget it. I’m not giving up. But I need to help in my own way. Not by the Council’s rules. And not by leading the charge. Not again. Never again.
“We will find Vitiate. But I will not do it as a Jedi.”
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Last day of Jedi June! I had a lot of fun with the prompts (and I’m surprised I remembered all the days). Thank you @jedijune for hosting the event, and thank y’all for all the support!
(Bonus part two under cut)
Jedi June - Symbiosis / Connection
“You are a cipher, forming bonds, leeching the life of others, siphoning their will and dominating them.” -Master Vrook, KOTOR II
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Rough sketch for @jedijune’s day 7 - symbiosis / connection featuring my Exile, Wren Falier! My original plan was to do a piece specifically focusing on Kreia and the Exile, but my tablet decided to act up on me. I figured this would be easier to do on paper, but I may work on the original later!
Jedi June - Meditation / Mindfulness
“There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony.” - The Jedi Code
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(I have no idea how head tail physics work) Daahla Nyshree for day 6 of Jedi June! I was rewatching Empire Strikes Back with my family this week and was inspired by the Luke / Yoda training scenes.
Jedi June - Restraint / Discipline
“Her defenses had broken… the darkness was back, was spreading, taking over. She could feel the taint in her mind, the laugh echoing in her ears... could feel the light fading. How much time had passed? Surely the darkness had already consumed her, consumed the base, just as Vivicar wanted.” (AO3: Waning Strength)
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Quick sketches this week! My consular, Ja’lane, during Act 1 of SWTOR. I really do wish the game physically developed the toll blocking Vivicar took, even if it was a debuff during the final fight.
Jedi June - The Force
“Revan was power. It was like staring into the heart of the Force. Even then, you could see the Jedi she would slay etched on her soul.” - Kreia
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My pre Mandalorian Wars Revan, Sia Vin’kari, for @jedijune‘s day 4! Messed around with a perspective guide for this one
Jedi June - Training
“Lightsaber combat is attatched to the Trial of Skill as a matter of modern convenience... Yet lightsaber combat springs from the discipline of Control.” -Chief Librarian Restelly Quist, The Jedi Trials
Jedi June - Lightsaber
“Ignorance is shameful only if you choose not to correct it.” - Chief Librarian Restelly Quist, The Jedi Path
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Not so much just the lightsaber for day 2, bu!t an excuse for me to test out some reference poses (here and here). Not 100% complete (still need to work on proportions, coloring), but I like how it’s turned out so far.
Jedi June - Compassion
“Suppose you live long enough to see the war’s end. How will you live? How will you find comfort, when your time finally comes?”
“When the war ends, I hope to be rid of my lightsaber forever. I want a quiet life - maybe on a farm or cooking street food on Coruscant.”
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WIP of my knight, Nadia Vhea! I haven’t been able to color it yet, but I wanted to share what I had for @jedijune’s day 1!
(Sign reads: Free soup for refugees)
‘Fictober Day 12
Prompt: “What if I don’t see it?”
Fandom: Dragon Age
Rating / Warning: General / none
Inspired by this post. Even though Mahariel is my canon Warden, I also refuse to believe any of the other origins died, especially if they band together (and wind up meeting a random Warden in the Deep Roads along the way)
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“What’s waiting for you back in Orzammar?” Vanessa asks.
She flips back the clasps on her chestpiece, stifling a sigh of relief as the metal unsticks from her damp tunic. Jethur sits in front of her, idly picking through his remaining arrows and tossing the broken ones into the fire. On the other side of the camp, Diran paces the small perimeter of their camp, his hatchet swinging to and fro as he stares down the darkened tunnel.
“Family. Well, sister, really.” Jethur’s face scrunches up as he tosses another arrow into the flames. “I could care less about my mom, and my pop’s long since been returned to the stone.”
“And you can’t see your sister again?” she asks, her head tilting to the side in confusion. The little she knows about dwarven politics gives no indication of restrictions dwarfs have in exile. Surely they weren’t cut off from their family forever?
“Warden, I’m supposed to be dead,” Jethur’s laugh holds no humor as he shakes his head. “If I showed back up at the front door, they’d make sure to finish the job. Then I really wouldn’t see my sister again.”
That answers that question. But there must be a way…
“Not if you were a Warden.”
Diran halts mid-stride, all pretense of ignoring their conversation dropping. Jethur’s mouth opens, lips moving silently as he tries to form a coherent thought. She watches them, setting aside her slightly less grimy armor and tossing the rag back into her bag.
Jethur finds his voice first.
“Say that again.”
“If you were a Warden, if both of you were Wardens, there would be no issue walking into Orzammar.”
Diran slowly wanders over to the group and sits down with the gentleness of one who was afraid Vanessa would burst out laughing a second later at their gullibleness.
“I don’t know how much you know about our order,” she continues, “As Wardens, we are allowed to travel without restrictions. Within reason, of course,” she quickly adds, remembering the warnings she received as a young recruit, “But the bottom line is you two would be able to return home. If you wished, that is.”
“By the Stone, you can’t be serious,” Diran whispers, his voice holding the smallest amount of hope.
“You would know if I wasn’t.”
Diran’s eyes light up with joy.
“It wouldn’t be an easy life,” she holds up a cautionary hand, “But if the two of you are willing, after this bloody Blight, I would be honored to--”
“Shut up, Warden,” Jethur interjects, halting Vanessa mid-sentence.
She freezes, ready to retract her statement. Did she say something wrong?
But instead of yelling at her, Jethur looks at Diran, who gives a short nod, before he turns back to Vanessa and offers his hand.
“You already know our answer.”
She shakes his hand, smiling.
For the rest of the night, the two dwarves entertain Vanessa with personal (and inaccurate, she supposes as she listens to a story of a ten-foot elf that was rumored to wander the Diamond Quarter) stories of their home, each dwarf punctuating their words with wild gestures.
She laughs through the story of Diran being caught defecating on Lord Harrowmont’s estate, offers sympathetic comments through Jethur’s story of how he wound up in the Deep Roads, and (reluctantly) tells a story of her own, recalling the time she was shoveling out the stables back at Montsimmard while distracted before she looked up to see her commander standing deathly still, manure slowly dripping down his greaves.
As the trio continues to swap stories, she watches as the two dwarves shift closer together until Diran’s head rests on Jethur’s shoulder, the former’s story coming out in a mixture of Common and incoherent Dwarvish as his eyes flutter with sleepiness.
And for the first time since she’s met the two dwarves, she sees Jethur smile.
‘Fictober Day 5
Prompt: “I might just kiss you.”
Fandom: SWTOR
Rating / Warning: General / none
(These will be out of order before I catch up)
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Nar Shaddaa’s neon lights danced through the small window of the warehouse, illuminating the trashed room where two figures worked with a desperation topped only by spies trying to escape once their cover was blown.
Well, only one of them was working. The other was pacing like a caged akk dog, occasionally offering what he believed to be helpful input. But both of them felt the prominent cloud of destruction hanging over them if they weren’t able to access the shipping manifest for their handlers.
Rujia’s shoulders tensed as she transferred the last file to the datastick. This was their last chance; they had already tripped the alarms in all the other avenues they tried. It was by luck they managed to find a final backdoor into the security system, but if they weren’t successful this time, it would be game over.
Death wasn’t on her agenda.
“Try now,” her voice was barely above a whisper as she pushed away from the desk.
Carmois stopped pacing, rushing to her side an instant later. He placed a hand on her shoulder, reaching out slowly towards his datapad. One squeeze of her shoulder, and Carmois plugged the drive into his datapad. Her breath caught in her throat as they watched the lights blink as the system tried once, twice, to read the files.
Loading, loading, loading.
Before their eyes, a scrolling list of numbers and words filled the screen, and Rujia let out a shuddering breath.
Success.
Carmois gasped, and before Rujia could even release the tension in her shoulders, he was picking her up from the chair. She let out a squeak of protest, but it was drowned out by his laugh.
“Aria, you did it!” He twirled her around the room, and she couldn’t help but laugh in return as she went around and around and around. “Stars, I might just kiss you right now.”
Still laughing, she looked up as he placed her back down. As she met his gaze, she opened her mouth to ask what else needed to be done before she saw the look in his eyes.
He was serious.
Slowly, she felt the smile disappearing from her face. No, no, she couldn’t do this, not now. She stepped back hesitantly, hating the feeling as she felt her face grow cold. Carmois stepped back, a wary grin appearing on his face as he raised his hands. The serious look in his eyes was long gone, as if it was never there in the first place, replaced by his usual carefree facade.
“Or not. I mean, I’d rather keep my body in one piece if that’s okay with you,” Carmois sighed, running a hand through his already tousled hair, “I’m just going to go over there now. Need to, uh, check our supplies.”
Rujia waited until he disappeared through the door before she fell back into the empty seat. Her head dropped into her hands as she groaned, alternating between wanting to slam her head on the desk and wanting to chase out the door after Carmois and--
No. She had a job to do, and she couldn’t, wouldn’t, let Carmois kriffing Devora mess with her head. Besides, whatever he felt for her (which would be stupid of him), there was no way she was going to fall for him, however charming he may be.
So why was her heart threatening to hammer out of her chest?
And why the hell could she feel herself blushing?
‘Fictober Day 19
Prompt: “Yes, I admit it, you were right.”
Fandom: pre-KOTOR, KOTOR II
Rating / Warning: General / none
What do you mean it’s been over two weeks?
Whoops.
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[Begin playback? Y / N]
[A swoosh of a door opening, followed by two pairs of footsteps. One soft and composed, the other stomping with barely contained anger. The door barely closes before the shouting begins.]
“What do you want me to say? You were right? Fine. Yes. I admit it. You were right about Dxun. But that doesn’t change the fact that all those innocent people, not just soldiers, not just your followers, but people. died! Look at the numbers! The lost! Do you even care?”
[A moment’s pause. A sharp intake of breath. A measured sigh.]
“It was a necessary risk th—“
[A clang as a metal object falls to the floor. The louder voice from before is now barely above a whisper, venom dripping with every word]
“Necessary? I don’t know if you realize, Sia, but we lost! No matter that we took the compound; we lost so much more than we gained. I don’t see how that is necessary, but it sure was a risk. A damn awful one.”
[Slow steps. One, two. A soft creak as a leather glove clenches. Sia’s voice drips with the same venom.]
“Do not talk to me about risks until you’re standing where I am, seeing what I see. Those people knew what they were sacrificing when they made the decision to be branded a traitor and join our cause. The question is, Wren, do you know what you’re willing to sacrifice?”
[The pacing stops. Sia’s voice is now a whisper.]
“I’m ready to give my damn life. Are you?”
[A sharp gasp. A single step.]
“Sia—“
[The door whooses again as it opens. Sia’s footsteps pause, but there is no hesitation as she speaks. Her voice rises, no emotion but pure command and an unmistakable tone of an order audible.]
“That’s Commander Revan to you, General Falier. There’s a meeting on the bridge in half an hour to discuss our upcoming assault on Althir; I expect you to be there.”
[Mere seconds after the door closes, a fist cracks against the wall, followed closely by the thump of a body sliding to the ground. A muffled sob, then--]
[End playback]
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Meetra Surik stares at the datapad in a daze, bouncing the conversation over and over again in her mind. She hasn’t been Wren Falier in a long time, not since… not since that battle. She had never been sure why the Force prompted her to save the recording from her room that day, and was even more confused when the Force prompted to turn it on minutes ago.
But she understands now.
She thinks of Atton. Of Visas and Mical. Mira and Brianna. Bao-Dur and Canderous. Of the droids, G0-T0 and T7. Even of Kreia, of Treya, and the lessons that guided her on this path, to this moment.
Atton… Atton…
Sia.
Sacrifice… yes, she is ready. She is ready to sacrifice.
Meetra opens the intercom link to the bridge of the Ebon Hawk.
“Set a course for Malachor V. It’s time.”
Wren Falier…
