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I genuinely don't know how far i can go with nudity in this site before it blows me up but....... Theron Shan/Valss I have been cooking with a friend over bsky (full pic if someone is interested)
Introducing my Trooper. Here she is in a cameo as part of Seren's Nar Shaddaa Jedi Knight story-arc.
On Nar Shaddaa, Havoc Squad CO Ninme Heusos and her SIS contact Jonas Balkar are having some fun when they get caught up in the Powerguard Crisis and cross paths with a certain Jedi Knight.
Ninme pulled on her boots and checked her spare energy packs were still hooked securely to her tactical belt. Jonas leant down to kiss her cheek, and she let him, smiling. They both knew that this was casual; that the sexual attraction between them would never develop into anything deeper, but she appreciated his politely affectionate gallantry anyway. Gestures like that meant neither of them felt used, even if they were both using the other to let off steam, to relax, even if only for a few hours.
She ran her fingers through her practical bob, ensuring it was tidy, then picked up her assault cannon, ready to secure it into its holster on her back. Without warning, there was a terrible grinding, screeching noise at the front door of the allegedly secure SIS apartment, and almost before Ninme had time to ready her weapon, the door was gone, wrenched out of the wall by the huge barely human looking cyborgs standing there, their assault rifles pointed straight at her and Jonas.
This was what Ninme was trained for, and she didn’t even need a moment to think before she’d thrown a grenade at the intruders then begun laying down what should have been a crippling round of boltstorm. Her eyes widened as the cyborgs kept coming, barely seeming damaged by her most powerful attack. Jonas was getting shots off too, of course, but she wouldn’t even expect his simple blaster rounds to do all that much against these behemoths.
As Ninme tried a demolition round, another man, she assumed a fellow SIS Agent of Jonas’, emerged from the apartment’s other bedroom, and started to fire at the cyborgs with his twin blasters. Ninme tried not to notice that he was stark naked, and he certainly wasn’t letting it affect him; his shots on what should have been the cyborgs’ vitals unusually accurate, possibly due to the man’s own cranial implants.
As Ninme frantically replenished her weapon with energy, another woman now emerged from the naked Agent’s room. She had long loose hair, perfectly painted nails and face, and voluptuous curves in contrast to her slim waist and dainty hands and feet. She was barely dressed herself in a skimpy and very sheer negligee. Absolutely not suited in any way shape or form for an active combat zone. Was she some rich Senator’s daughter slumming it with a junior SIS Agent, or, given the Agent in question’s apparent lack of concern for the danger she was in, was she some kind of high-class escort?
“Ma’am, get back inside the bedroom and take cover!” Ninme yelled.
To her relief, the woman turned away, as if she was heading back into the relative safety of the bedroom. Instead of doing so however, she held out her hands, and to Ninme’s utter shock, twin lightsabres slammed into them from across the room. The woman leapt backwards without missing a beat, igniting her green-bladed lightsabres as she soared over their heads, and executed a perfect mid-air turn, allowing her to land exactly in the centre of the group of cyborgs, knocking them backwards.
What followed was almost too fast for Ninme to follow, but she saw the woman sweep her lightsabres through the tangle of limbs and weapons making up the cyborgs’ formation, then make a series of pinpoint accurate cuts on their necks and groins, deftly avoiding the resulting sprays of arterial blood and sparking components, until all four cyborgs lay dead, or deactivated rather, on the floor of the apartment.
The woman, the Jedi, if that’s what she was, sheathed her lightsabres and tried to clip them to the belt she wasn’t wearing. She looked down and clearly realised how she was dressed, but instead of being embarrassed by her state of near nudity, she just shrugged, transferred both sabres into her left hand, and advanced on Ninme, her right hand stretched out in greeting.
“Seren Astierred,” she said, “thanks for the help.”
Ninme shook her hand, automatically replying, “Captain Ninme Heusos,” while thinking Seren Astierred? The Hero of Tython? What the hells is she doing here? Dressed like that? Doing… whatever she’d been doing with that other Agent?
“Oh! The Havoc Squad CO? Very pleased to meet you. Like I said, thanks for the help, I was, um, busy, when the attack started, and your covering fire was invaluable.”
Ninme frowned at her. “Covering fire? That was supposed to be a devastating attack, and it usually is. What the hells are those things, anyway?”
The Jedi, Seren, smiled at her. “Don’t feel bad, they’re a new form of cyborg, powerguards, originally a Republic project believe it or not, but we were betrayed from within, and yeah,” Seren gestured to the pile of smoking bodies on the ground behind them, “this is the result.” She shrugged. “I’ve been fighting them for a few weeks now and I’ve learnt, learned, their weak spots.”
Ninme nodded. “Their necks and groins, right? Good to know.”
Seren smiled at her again. “Exactly, you’ll know next time. I’m trying to shut them down at the source, don’t worry, but it’s good to be prepared. Feel free to brief the rest of your squad given you’re special ops anyway, but General Var Suthra is pretty insistent that this whole thing stays highly classified.” She sighed. “Hopefully not to minimise his involvement in it, but… yeah.”
Ninme finally gave her a half-smile in return. “Generals, huh?” she said.
Seren laughed. “Exactly!” She turned back to the Agent from whose room she’d emerged. “Come on, Theron, we’d better get dressed.”
He put his arm around her waist as she reached the door to his room and smirked at her suggestively. “I’m pretty sure we were in the middle of something, weren’t we?” he said.
Ninme saw Jonas roll his eyes. “Dude, we have to be at work in fifteen minutes!” he reminded the other Agent.
Theron shrugged. “No problem, I only need five,” he said.
At Seren’s giggle and Jonas’ disparaging snort, Theron’s face flushed and he opened his mouth to say something else, but then he just shrugged again and pulled Seren back into his room, shutting the door firmly behind them.
Ninme turned and stared at Jonas in silence.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Thoughts?” he prompted Ninme.
Ninme considered for a moment before she said with circumspect understatement, “Seren is a very… unusual Jedi, isn’t she?”
Jonas snorted again. “Yeah, you could say that. That’s if she’s any kind of Jedi at all.”
Ninme frowned. “You saw what she can do with those lightsabres, what else would she be?” She paused and considered. “You can’t mean… don’t be ridiculous! She saved Tython from the Sith!”
“Playing the long game maybe?” Jonas suggested, then sighed. “Yeah, doesn’t make much sense, I know.”
“Have you spoken to Theron about it?” Ninme asked him, “I mean, are you close, or just roommates?”
“Theron doesn’t do close, but we’re friends I guess. And yeah, I’ve tried, and he even seems receptive when they’re apart. He’s not stupid, when he’s thinking with his actual brain he knows there’s something off about her. But when they’re together…” Jonas gestured at the bedroom door. “And it’s not just sex. He’s… dazzled by her. Can’t see straight. Not that I blame him. I mean, did you see her?”
“Are you dazzled by her too, then?” Ninme asked him, slightly piqued.
Jonas laughed and said, “hey, I might think that a vorn-tiger is beautiful, but I have no desire to pet one!” He stepped forward and went to put his arm around Ninme’s shoulders.
She stepped out of his reach. “Uh huh. And what am I, if she’s a vorn-tiger?”
Jonas looked nervous. “I don’t know!” He ran his hand through his hair. “A… loth-cat maybe?”
Wow. A loth-cat. Delightful. Ninme rolled her eyes and strapped her assault-cannon onto her back. “I’ll leave you to clean up this mess.” She gestured at the dead cyborgs. “See you around, Jonas.”
Later, on board The Thunderclap, Ninme and Jorgan were cleaning and checking their weapons in companionable silence. Ninme looked sideways at him. “Aric,” she started, “if you were going to compare me to a cat, what kind would you pick?”
“A cat? Are you serious, Sir? Just because I’m a Cathar? Do humans really think that we categorise people in terms of cats?!”
“It’s nothing to do with that! I hadn't even thought of it that way! It’s just a thing! Somebody else compared me to a certain type of cat, and I’m just curious to see if you agree?”
Jorgan huffed, but then said, “fine. Go on then. What type of cat? I’ll tell you if I agree.”
Ninme shook her head. “I want you to think about it yourself and give me your answer.”
“Is that an order?” Jorgan asked sarcastically, but looked at her consideringly anyway. After a while his face flushed, visible even through his short fur, and he looked away from her and resumed cleaning his sniper-rifle.
“Vorn-tiger,” he mumbled into his laser-sight.
“I’m sorry?” Ninme asked.
“Vorn. Tiger.” Jorgan said loudly, sounding irritated. Or embarrassed. It was hard to tell with him.
Ninme suppressed her amusement. “And, um, would you pet one?”
“WHAT?” Jorgan asked her, shocked.
“I didn’t mean me,” Ninme reassured him hastily, horrified at herself. “I meant, y’know, an actual vorn-tiger! Obviously!”
“Oh!” Jorgan said, “well, good. Obviously good.”
He was blushing even more furiously now. “Er, sure, if it was tame, or I guess bonded to me somehow.”
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