Jasati - JK. My main girl. Theron x Jas OTP forever and ever. The reluctant Commander who went through a real depressive out of her mind phase during the whole losing five years and getting possessed (again) by the Emperor time period. Probably retired and living somewhere on Odessen.
Stuff I've written about Jas, in vaguely chronological order:
It's an evil cult, not art history - Halloween prompt
The Edge of Devastation - WIP - Ziost and afterward
Last Life Day + All I Want for Life Day is You - Life Day prompts and ficlets spanning pre-carbonite through Jas' disappearance and after.
Boycott Love (E) - The first fic I wrote about Theron and Jas, smutty angst exploring the early days of Jas' return and pieces of their relationship.
The Spaces Between - The in-between scenes spanning Forged Alliances through KotFE/KotET.
A Miscarriage of Destiny - A retelling of chapter 12 of KotFE where the Outlander meets Satele Shan and Darth Marr on Odessen.
Hunt You Down (E) - Some traitor arc smut
Ruest - Baby boy Ru-Ru, my love. Poor, sad, little Cipher Nine. He loves Watcher 2, like, probably was a little out of pocket, workplace harassment, slightly stalker in love with Watcher 2. He lives in the same universe as Jas and was recruited into the Alliance by Lana. I think eventually he found Watcher 2 and they got married and had babies, at least that's how he thinks it's going to go.
Retirement - This was a Halloween prompt that turned into some angst and Lana trying to recruit him into the Alliance.
Te'Jal - TJ is Ruest's sister. She's Pirate Queen of Port Nowhere. She'll help out the Alliance, for a price, though she's quite content to sit on her mountains of credits. TJ and Jas are buddies! Don't know how they met or why they're so close, but they're lovely together. (Her in game appearance does not match what's in my head... too young, too thin, not colorful enough.)
Te'Jal shows up once in The Spaces Between and several times in All I Want for Life Day is You!
Aqilah - Barsen'thor; I go back and forth if she exists in the same universe as Jas. She romanced Arcann, but I really miss Felix. She's a bookish nerd who, if she were Commander, would take the throne because no one else can be trusted to just chill the fuck out and be peaceful. She's got those healy hands so when Arcann wanted to spar with swords for their date she was kind of weirded out tbh.
Sao'la - My sweet little Sith. Precious mouse. She exists in her own universe because she's just occupies too much space in my brain right now to share it with anyone. She's not the Commander. She did her thing in the sith warrior story and then kind of fucked off until Arcann showed up. She never made Darth. She's just too good and everyone kind of realizes she's not really Sith material! But she's a fucking badass and fights for the Empire and her family is super rich so whatever she's the main character. She loved Quinn fiercely, but I dunno, I don't things ever really recovered after The Incident and then after Another Incident. She found Theron (or Theron found her) and they had a thing that wasn't supposed to be serious, but then it kind of was? I am marinating SO MUCH SHIT for this girl.
(I really thought I had more pictures of her, but I cannot find them.)
That was not my intent (Fictober 2022)
I Chose You (Fictober 2022)
Pekk - Ok so Pekk is still in the molding phase. She started out as a Cathar named after my cat to romance Jorgen, but then I got so many amazing flirts and conversations with Jonas that now I have this whole Cadet on temporary duty with the SIS and a little summer love affair with Jonas and then they meet again after she's in Havoc story rotating in my brain. I also really love how every conversation with Jorgan about the Deadeyes is "oh, we could ask Jonas!" and he's just like "UUGGGGHHH You and your stupid spy boyfriend." Pekk literally only exists in this very small time frame lol.
Characters I made for conquest and got too attached to:
Hat Yai - He's a Chiss bounty hunter named after food. There wasn't a whole lot going on but then I bought him a cool Mando outfit and he and Mako are just so adorable together. He tries really hard to be a good guy for her, but man the bounty hunting thing is a rough business. He's still chugging through the main story, but I don't think he's Commander material. Probably like TJ, he just sits on his piles of credits and does jobs for whoever pays.
Jebamee - Darth Noxxxxx the wretched. Cruel squid head. She's just there to pick the absolute worst option. I skipped as far as I could with her after the main inquisitor story was over so she's not the Commander. She was probably hanging out on DK and Nar Shaddaaa subjugating people and running her little cult. She had the romance with the pirate, but Darth Rivix has piqued her interest now! (Sao'la HATES Rivix. She's so annoyed by him just being around.)
Oscasito - Man slut smuggler. He will always pick the easy way out, especially if it ends up with more dollary doos. Does he love Risha? Maybe? He REALLY loves that she's a Princess. Really doesn't understand why she just doesn't marry the guy that wants to make her Queen, they can still be fuck buddies. Hell, King guy can join in! My man is not picky.
I had to go back and edit a bit in Ill Omen because it just hit me that duh, the characters would not count their years backwards from the battle of yavin. Aaaaaand then I went ahead and posted another chapter of marriage fic because weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Marriage Contract
Chapters: 4/10
Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Malavai Quinn/Female Sith Warrior | Empire's Wrath, Malavai Quinn/Sao'la Caton
Characters: Malavai Quinn, Female Sith Warrior | Empire's Wrath (Star Wars), Sao'la Caton
Additional Tags: Marriage, Introspection, post class story, this wrath is stupid rich, Additional Chapters May Be Added, Rating May Change, Smoking, Strained Relationships, a wedding, POV Alternating, they view events and each other quite differently, the slow burn of people already married, Angst
Series: Part 6 of Ghosts of an Empire
Summary:
Malavai Quinn ruminates on the preparations for his wedding day and what led him to this point. And then the writer just kept going and now it's an exploration of a rather contentious relationship. Two people with very different reads on a situation and each other.
It’s a lazy, rainy day post-wedding. They’re trying, but... it’s only chapter four so it’s not going great. :)
I had to go back and edit a bit in Ill Omen because it just hit me that duh, the characters would not count their years backwards from the battle of yavin. Aaaaaand then I went ahead and posted another chapter of marriage fic because weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
swtor question of the day: if you headcanon your PC to have a different voice than the in-game voice, who do you imagine they sound like? tell us their VA! if there is no Voice Actor that suits them, describe how you think they would sound.
Malavai shook his head in a vain attempt to clear the ringing in his ears. The metal floor was cold beneath his palms as he tried to sit up, but his vision was spinning so rapidly that he wasn't even sure which way up was.
"Get up. Get up," Vesper snarled. The words around the bay and around Malavai's skull, banging against the dull ache building there. His head must have hit the floor; that was the only explanation for why he couldn't focus on the figure approaching him.
The room grew hot, hot enough that his eyes began to water as he looked out at the destruction. Flames licked the wrecked remains of battledroids, caressed the durasteel carcasses until they wept warped metal. He couldn't be sure if it was oil or blood beneath his palms that made his effort to stand slick. Limned by the halo of fire was Vesper, all ruin and wrath as he twisted through the wreckage with unnatural grace.
"I said get up!" Vesper shouted as he rushed forward in a sudden burst of speed. Malavai threw his hands up as if that would protect him. There was nothing between him and the man he had betrayed, and no hope of any rescue. There would be no vengeance if he died here. He could only think to himself how fitting that end would be before another blow to his face caused him to sprawl back again.
This is blood, he thought to himself as he tasted metal on his tongue. He felt it drip from his nose and his lip, but there was no time to ascertain how serious the injury was. He could still hear Vesper's footsteps rattle the floor.
Vesper laughed, but it was a wheezing, hollow sound, like air rushing over dry bones.
"I should kill you," he laughed. "I should kill you. I should tear you to pieces. I should make you an example."
Vesper's words bordered on madness, and yet Malavai felt himself flinch away from him all the same. All of that pure malevolence made it hard to breathe, and he reached up to make sure that there wasn't anything blocking his throat. He'd seen Sith Lords do more with less effort.
"Don't try to struggle." The sudden stillness in his tone made Quinn's blood run cold. "You'll only make it worse for yourself. Baras may have your loyalty, but I could will your heart to stop."
Dread. That was the only word for it. Dread that built relentlessly inside of him, blocked all of his senses until all that he could focus on was how still his pulse had become. Malavai looked up at him—was he pleading? He couldn't be sure—Vesper's face was twisted, some horrible visage that was both beautiful and terrible at once. There was no light in his eyes save that which the fire gave,
and then he could not breathe.
Hands, fingers, nails clawed at anything that might give release
ripped up his own clothes
his own skin
gasped for it
but Vesper did not relent, only twisted the knife—the Force—inside of him, made his blood boil
made it sing
until he was certain that he was going to die.
Until Vesper stopped, knelt over him as he panted for breath, and grabbed a fistful of Malavai's hair. He pulled back hard, and he limply fell back against the floor.
"Remember that," Vesper gasped above him, throat ragged and raw from the smoke. "You live only because I will it. Pray I do not change my mind, Malavai Quinn.
Your worth is the dirt," Vesper spat to the side, "for what you have done to me."
