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⸻ "I am assigning you a rank and designation that suits your new position. Congratulations, you no longer have a name. You will answer only to Cipher 9." star wars original character, triple agent, a ghost with enough secrets to blackmail the galaxy. independent and selective, mutuals only. — narrated by keats.
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When the council had approached her about their plans to release the man from the carbonite holding he had been in for thousands of years, requesting that she monitor and tend to him after his return Essa had been a little shocked. By no means was she a head healer, though she had accepted the role regardless.
She had mostly kept her distance, giving him plenty of space to adjust, while maintaining a watchful eye that didn't seem to be so watchful.
Everything had been going quite smoothly until her help was urgently needed elsewhere in the Halls of Healing and she had left him alone, only to find the room empty upon her return.
The Jedi had managed to track him down to the Archives, after an embarrassing amount of searching, and spent a little bit longer watching him as he studied the holo-map.
It was strange, she thought; Though they appeared to be around the same age, Essa knew that he was much, much older than her. Older than any of them by a matter thousands of years.
She stepped closer, speaking only after he acknowledged her presence.
"Are you enjoying your self-guided tour of the temple?"
He hummed, "I am," and a small impish smile spread on his lips. It sounded like she was supposed to keep a closer eye on him. At least he could still take some small gratification from the fact that he had given her the slip.
"May I ask you something, Master Jedi?" his focus was again on the map, his thoughts drifting to questions that had plagued him since he woke. Even though he was committed to stooping the thread they faced yet again, another madman with a plan to kill millions, he could not help but think he was only patching a wound yet again.
He had killed so many with the single minded drive to stop the madness. To purge supremacy from the galaxy. Yet he truly gad not achieved anything. The most tenacious of the wielders of dominion were the Jedi and Sith.
He needed to realign himself, figure out what was the true enemy, "Could you tell me, what is the Force?"
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i'll be a bit slower on replies at least until the first week of august now. i took another gig on top of my already full time gig... which was so smart of me. so been working all my days off now too. all the drafts are bouncing around in the nogging but i've had very little energy for actual writing ;-;
@cipher-9 entered the club
A thrumming beat pumped through the Zillo Beast and thundered against the buzz of patrons. People were packed shoulder to shoulder as they pushed for a drink and the occasional shout from a drunk patron, or the spillage of a drink, was quickly forgotten as the hum of alcohol dulled the senses. The sweet scent of spice filled the nostrils, and the smoke caught hues of flashing lights in its mist. Dancing curves were outlined in pinks, blues, and purples, only to disappear and reappear when the lights flared.
Sweat glittered on Vi’s heaving chest as she watched the chaos behind purple curtains. She slung a towel over her shoulder and grabbed the black thong she had tossed backstage. A slender foot stepped into it, and the lingerie slid up her thigh. She bounced to fit it in place while a yellow twi’lek behind her counted credits.
“Nice work out there, Vi,” the twi’lek said.
“Thanks, Sheena. You too,” Vi’s tendrils fell over her shoulders as she bent to grab her bra from the floor. “I always look forward to our partner dance.”
“Way better than grinding on some Hutt,” Sheena mused as she tucked the credits into a purse.
Vi hummed in response, turning her attention back to the floor as she clipped her bra.
“What’s out there that’s got you so distracted?” Sheena asked. “Your tits are still out.”
“There’s a guy in the audience. He’s kind of cute.”
“Let me guess.” Sheena walked behind the nautolan and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She pressed her cheek against Vi’s. “Human, fair skinned, nice chin, sitting in the corner?”
Vi nodded as Sheena pulled away with a smirk. “You have a type, Vi. I knew you’d like him.”
“I call dibs.”
“I already assumed that, hon.” Sheena pat Vi’s shoulder and her fingers slipped away. She walked farther backstage and tossed a lekku over her shoulder. “Be careful with that one. You never know with those Imperial types.”
“Sure,” Vi replied. “But they always come with a large wallet.”
—-
She wore a black crop top with a plunging neckline when she emerged from the curtains. Her boots touched her knees, leaving a glimpse of her thighs under a glittering black skirt.
She smiled at drunk patrons and swatted away wandering hands, laughed at passing jokes and teased with a light touch. She snaked through the crowd, dodging drunk men and ignoring vulgar comments until her eyes met the man’s in the corner.
“Hello, Handsome.” She smiled as she perched herself on the corner of the seat beside him. The scent of roses followed her. “You caught my eye while I was doing my show. My name is Vi.”
He was not able to leave Coruscant, the parameters set by his handler dictated so. But he was free to wander, to seek distraction as he awaited his next mission. The loud music and the flow of alcohol enticed him to enter a bar. A different one from the one he had previously frequented.
He chose a table in the corner. Although it had a clear view of all the exits, he chose it simply for its abject availability. It was dead easy to spot the person with secrets by the way they watched the exits. So instead he put on the projection of a tired imperial officer, just looking to enjoy a quiet drink. And a show.
He had no objections towards the entertainers. The women were gorgeous. The coral red Nautolan and the yellow Twi'lek were entrancing in their sensuality as they entered the stage. He leaned his chin on his fingers, his elbow resting on the table, still poised in posture as he enjoyed the show. Though he was appreciating the performers' beauty and outfits more than the dance itself. He was a man with particular tastes.
He was sipping his second Junipera, when the red Nautolan weaved through the crowd and sat at his table. The scent of roses reached the seat a few seconds after her. He was taken aback to a garden.
Lovingly tended lush roses disintegrating in a flash of blinding heat.
He took a sip of his Junipera and let the burn wash the taste of ash from his mouth.
Perhaps… he was lonely. The imperial regalia ensured that most people kept their distance. Her company without a doubt came with a hefty price tag, which he was not opposed to nor incapable of paying. He let himself appreciate her beauty up close and smiled back at her, though it hardly reached his eyes, his smiles rarely did anymore. "I'm flattered, Vi," he said, foregoing his own introduction as his eyes trailed her body subtly, though he was hardly trying to hide the act. She had changed her outfit, "The black looks good on you".
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked to let her know he was interested.
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Spicy Secrets: 45 Questions to Bare It All A series of bold, bedroom-ready questions for every canon and original character.
Which position makes you feel the most powerful during sex?
Do you prefer to be in control, or do you like letting someone else take the lead?
What’s the one spot on your body that drives you wild when touched?
Have you ever faked an orgasm? Be honest.
What’s your favorite way to tease a partner before things get serious?
Are you satisfied with your body, or is there one feature you’d change if you could?
Do you like dirty talk? If yes, what kind of words get you going?
What’s the most public place you’ve ever been intimate, or wanted to be?
Do you prefer slow, sensual sex or fast and rough?
What’s one fantasy you’ve never told anyone?
Do you like being watched, or do you prefer total privacy?
What’s the sexiest thing someone has ever said to you?
Do you enjoy giving or receiving more?
Have you ever had a one-night stand? Would you do it again?
What’s your favorite piece of lingerie or lack thereof?
Do you like using toys in the bedroom?
What’s the longest you’ve gone without sex, and how did it affect your mood?
Do you prefer morning sex, midnight passion, or something in between?
What’s one thing you’ve done in bed that surprised even you?
Do you like leaving marks on your partner or having them leave marks on you?
What’s your biggest turn-on that most people wouldn’t guess?
Have you ever been caught in the act? spill the details.
Do you like role-playing? If so, what scenario gets you going?
What’s the most sensitive part of your body that isn’t obvious?
Do you prefer eye contact during intimacy, or do you like to close your eyes and feel?
What’s one thing you’d never try in bed, no matter what?
Do you like being praised or degraded during sex?
What’s the best kiss you’ve ever had and what made it so good?
Do you enjoy foreplay more than the main event, or is it just a means to an end?
If you could have sex with anyone (real or fictional, past or present), who would it be, and why?
Which scent on a lover makes you lose control instantly?
Do you prefer silk sheets, leather cuffs, or nothing at all?
What’s the one sound you make that you hope no one ever records?
Have you ever used your powers, or lack thereof, in bed?
What’s the riskiest text you’ve ever sent mid-foreplay?
Do you like your hair pulled, or are you the one doing the pulling?
What’s the most unexpected place your hands have wandered?
Do you keep a secret toy hidden somewhere no one would guess?
What’s one rule you’d break for the right person?
Do you prefer whispered promises or loud commands?
What’s the fastest you’ve ever gone from “hello” to skin on skin?
Have you ever left a lover begging for more and walked away?
What’s the one body part you’re secretly obsessed with on someone else?
Do you like tasting yourself on someone else’s lips?
What’s the filthiest thought you’ve had in the middle of a boring day?
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not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping
Your muse hates someone immediately upon meeting them. What would set off their radar telling them this person cannot be trusted?
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i preface everything i'm about to say with that ilir is very trigger happy. he's done with the galaxy being a shitty place and people being cruel and doing harm to each other, and he's very willing to start shooting about it '<,,,<
ilir does a lot of judging on first impressions and a lot of the times that judgement directly influences weather he thinks someone should live or die. firstly, he is instinctively suspicious of people in positions of power, or those who desire power. this includes force sensitives since they inherently possess more power than ordinary people. in his experience power tempts abuse and he doesn't stand for that.
the second one, that also ties into the first, is the lack of compassion. when he catches a whiff of someone not having trained that muscle with no intention of doing so, in combination of being in some sort of position of power, his first instinct is that that person should die.
but also when he sees that someone does know compassion in a position of power, and they genuinely want to help their community and do good, he does very quickly relaxes around them. more so with political power than with force sensitivity. i think because political power can be lost whereas force sensitivity cannot. [there's also the aspect of people putting force sensitive individuals on pedestals and he sees that as extremely dangerous (those people can amass supporters, lead wars and so on).]
but if he spends time with a force sensitive and they consistently "do the right thing" (which is also a very loose term for ilir and extremely situation based, he's a pragmatist not an idealist) he cannot stay a hater forever.
ilir as memes:
An old habit, and Tarre does not sigh, but the emotion he releases into the Force is clearly the echo of one, sent wherever it will not be seen. The habit of a Jedi, for all that his reflex was all but Jedi-like, and a moment later the knife is gone, folded away, hidden as if it had never been there.
And then, his smile is bemused enough, as he considers Ilir.
"No." He replies. "What would be the point of a hidden blade, if I showed it any more than necessary?" He adds, easy enough. And then, "All I will tell you is that it's an old family gift."
Attachment, perhaps, but he had won the Republic enough battles he could afford to have a beskar knife, when it was no real secret that he had been born on Mandalore. Did Ilir know, however, he wondered? He expected so.
"Now, what can I help you with?"
He looked after the blade wishfully as it was hid back away. "A shared secret then," a hidden blade was only good if your opponent was not expecting it. But perhaps Tarre liked to switch it up, maybe he would pull the knife out of his boot the next time and surprise him.
A family gift. Hmh. "I knew a Vizsla once, you know," he turned back towards the corridor whence he came from, and there turned again in the doorway to lean against it, "She was quite a woman. Kicked me into a Rancor pit once," he said, the wishful look back on his face. "Anyway, supper is ready," having cast his bait into the water, he turned again to wander back to the galley.
What sort of retrieval are we talking about?
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"The target is an old Republic asset," Commander Halt of the GAR spec ops pulled up a holoimage of a carbonite holding, "We've received reports of the Separatist looking into the man's identity and we must retrieve him before the enemy learns of his true value. I want you to take your own team alongside Skywalker and Kenobi's as they infiltrate the Citadel."
The mission was already in the works, Skywalker and Kenobi were going to infiltrate the prison to bring back the captured Jedi Master Even Piell. It was a perfect opportunity to to retrieve the asset as well.
"Take Commander Micah and a squad from the 721st. Make sure you bring back the asset alive."
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