Thanks to Jedi Under Siege I got the urge to play my baby girl, Aditaya. Haven’t done Kotfe yet with her, just doing other things before I.... reluctantly delve into it.
Her outfits are what I canonly think she’d be wearing during the whole mess of Kotfe and Kotfet. After the shock of being in carbonite for five years, the emperor in her head, and handling large-scale death of people devoted to her- she steers clear of Jedi robes. She starts questioning a lot of things, becoming more ‘herself’ and less rigid in terms of the Jedi code. Aditaya lost that innocent outlook on life she had when she was working with the Jedi order. The events of Kotfe/Kotfet forced that on her.
The first outfit is worn and used, casual and flexible. Something that doesn’t scream Jedi and gives her some semblance of individuality. The second is what she wears on missions. It alludes to what her roots were while the colors veer from the standard grey/brown of the order.
When Scourge and Aditaya finally reunite I’d imagine it’d be a shock for him to see how much she’s truly changed. Part of him would wonder if it was the Emperor’s influence or of her own doing.
Scourge would focus on her face more so than anything else, the small triangular tattoos under her eyes long gone and replaced with larger, bolder markings spreading under her cheeks, nose, between her eyes, and on her chin. Markings that weren’t there before. Before it was just two little black triangles barely the size of his thumb under each eye. Non-descript and hardly noticeable. The exact opposite of what’s on her face now.
Aditaya’s hair is no longer bound back, her hair freely moving, sometimes sticking up in places messily. Even the color is wrong. Now it has a greenish brown tint to it in certain lighting, the wrong shade he remembers from his vision. But this is her. Changed by circumstances and stress.
I’m in a mood to share some bits and pieces of my smol avocado Jedi knight and her easily annoyed tol tomato boyfriend.
Under read more because I have no self-control in terms of how much I write down for Aditaya/Scourge.
Before the events of Kotfe, Scourge and Aditaya had a sorta truce between one another. Neither of them enjoyed the other's side comments of becoming sith or turning to the light. With this in play, the two of them found they could talk about differences between the two sides and learn from one another. Both had a great deal of respect for each other, regardless of their alignment.
Aditaya mainly was a model Jedi Knight for the order. Granted, there were a few things she didn't follow personally, such as allowing others to seek happiness with another or refuse to compromise.
Aditaya has zero sexual/romantic experience. None. In fact any sort of hint of either, that she recognizes, instantly make her feel uneasy and very uncomfortable. The reason for this was because she was extremely young (18ish) when she was forced on her path pre-Kotfe. As such her, rather childlike looks caught a great deal of attention offworld.... Some downright repulsive. As such she's still highly uncomfortable around Doc, but does trust him.
Lord Scourge found out about her flaw through simple observation. And while it might have been amusing to play upon her weakness or force her to correct it, neither situation would gain her trust. Therefore when possible he would hang back whenever she was discussing objectives, gathering facts, or simply moving between areas during missions- watching and waiting. More often then not, his presence was enough to curb unsavory tongues. Other times it required him to intervene with the pretense of moving things along. Aditaya never caught on to this.
The two of them do enjoy sparring from time to time. Mostly Aditaya teaching scourge the many changes in Jedi forms/styles. Often times she wins against him. Sometimes he does.
Between the events of before Kotfe and the death of the emperor, Aditaya does end up 'adopting' a lone, female mirialan off the streets. For a time Aditaya simply cares for her on the ship as she struggles to get the poor girl to open up to her. Vediria, as she tells her, clings to Aditaya like a lifeline. Following her, listening, and constantly seeking her attention.
Over a few days, Aditaya is seen as this girl's mother. This is equal parts terrifying and confusing given Aditaya's role in the order, and the threats always looming over her and her crew. Lord Scourge does berate her for simply not dropping the child off somewhere out of the way as well as mildly mock her Jedi teachings pertaining to no family and attachments.
Vediria learns of Scourge's unique emotional status and the young girl tries to offer him things she finds in order to make him happier. She doesn’t realize he simply can’t feel only that he doesn’t seem ‘happy’.
Once or twice Vediria refers to him as ‘father’, noticing how close he is with her mother. Scourge harshly scolds her and forces her to never say that word again.
In a year or two Vediria starts to display force sensitivity and Aditaya is forced to send her to the order for training. Scourge immediately dislikes the idea of creating another brainwashed Jedi.
Lord Scourge was one of the few that never felt Aditaya's perceived 'death' aboard Darth Marr's ship. Somehow he, Kira, and Vediria were only a handful who knew without a doubt she was alive in those five years. Scourge contacted both republic and imperial networks in hopes of seeking her out. He managed very little and relied on gathering his own information in that five-year gap. Most of his data ended up in Lana's hands, leading up to her and Theron figuring out her whereabouts and breaking her free
In Aditaya’s absence Scourge seeks answers to his own problem, tracking down the hand one by one in an effort to learn more of what the Emperor did to him. Many of them were present for his induction and ‘gift’. However after the Emperor’s death, few remain lucid and sane.
Scourge is able to temporarily stave off the alchemic change the emperor did to him via a special concoction- thanks to his interrogation of a Hand member. However, he needs to inject himself regularly or else the effects fade and he’s back into his emotionless state. Only bits and pieces of his senses are restored and fade over the course of five hours.
In year five of Aditaya’s disappearance, Vediria tracks Scourge down in order to track down her mother’s whereabouts. Neither of them knows where she is currently but the both of them do feel the pull of- something drawing them towards a place in unknown space - Asylum.
Vediria and Scourge managed to meet Aditaya hours before the confrontation with Arcann at the control station. Scourge noted the physical and mental changes in her, a very different person then he knew before she disappeared five years ago. He wasn’t sure if he approved of them or not.
Instead of Lana saving Aditaya after taking a lightsaber to the gut, Scourge was the one to get to her first- Vediria nipping at his heels after arguing the fact she could keep up and that Aditaya was gravely wounded and needed medical attention. She could keep her mother stable whereas Scourge could not.
Vediria was tasked with keeping Aditaya moving while Scourge cleared the way for the two. When they got closer to the gravestone Scourge had to intervene and carry her aboard or else she’d never make it even with Vediria’s help.
Scourge did his best to hide the fact he could feel again, albeit temporarily, from Aditaya. Anything he felt or sensed was only fleeting. Nothing he needed to complicate.
When the galaxy slowed down enough for them to talk about the past five years, Aditaya trusted him with the knowledge that the emperor’s spirit was embedded inside her. Not able to take over her mind and focused more on killing his children instead. Grimly she asked him if she lost to him that he was to kill her. He knew her well enough to do it. And he had the strength. Scourge accepted it.
Aditaya confided in him during the events of Kotfe and Koftet. Trusting in the fact he’d never lie to her and be upfront with her, whereas so many others did the opposite. She trusted Lana and Theron. But they didn’t know about the Emperor, the strain she felt, and the burden of having hundreds of lives riding on her. She led a small team. Now? she led hundreds. The number growing as the days passed.
For stress relief, she sparred with Scourge. Reminded of the years before everything went to hell. It brought her some measure of comfort.
Eventually Aditaya sought out Scourge to learn of the dark side after meeting both Satele and Darth Marr. They drilled into she needed to expand beyond what she knew- to grow in order to best Arcann and Vaylin. Scourge was the only one with the years behind him to teach her what she needed to know. She didn’t relish relying on the dark side at all, but if she needed it to help put things back together, she’d do it.
During training, Scourge became increasingly frustrated with Aditaya as she couldn’t simply let her guard down and ‘feel’ the darker side of the force. She tried. But the order dug too deeply into her for her to simply forget about them and open up entirely. He employed less ‘extreme’ measures to see if they would work. None did. Eventually, he was faced with a difficult situation. Either he used force to crack down or tried an equally terrible method to cause her to crack. He chose the latter.
Breaking Aditaya’s comfort zone he kissed her. He was prepared for her to hate him for it. And he was right. Aditaya didn’t flee or hide from him. as he suspected she’d do in the past. Rather she became a maelstorm of anger and fury. Lashing out at him for crossing the line. No matter the outcome she was able to tap into the darkside. So Scourge accepted her ire.
Aditaya did avoid Scourge for the better part of the campaign. Refusing to speak to him or acknowledge he was enough around. Over time she did forgive him- unhappily.
During a sensitive mission requiring the two of them, Aditaya figured out Scourge could feel something when his emotions flooded into the force as he reacted to being shot several times by a skytrooper. Scourge forced her to ignore everything until they were done. Once they were he admitted he could feel to a limited degree and for only five or so hours before the effects of the medicine he took wore off. He wasn’t cured of his affliction.
late in Koftet the two of them get together romantically/physically. And Scourge is forced to take it slowly otherwise Aditaya would simply become too overwhelmed and break it off with him. It was rather hard at first.
The two of them post-Koftet learn that yes it is possible for Pureblood and Mirialans to create offspring together. Something not documented until now. Aditaya’s first pregnancy ends up in a miscarriage due to a birth defect in the fetus. The second one goes smoothly and she gives birth to a healthy odd looking son.
Their firstborn ends up looking like a hybrid of both of them. His skin mostly a lighter shade of green than Aditaya with patches of red skin dotting his body. The red patches of skin are thicker than the rest of him- emulating the skin density of purebloods have. Despite the green skin tone, he does resemble more of Scourge with his ridges, small tendrils on the face, and bone ridges above the eyes. Look at Bark’s rendition of how hybrids between the species might look because I love it!
The trend continues when Aditaya ends up having twins - a boy and a girl this time around. They look exactly the same save for the red splotches appearing on different parts of their bodies and in more defined patterns.
I have no regrets walking the path of the light. As long as I breathe, I will always be a servant of the Light. Should I die, I will still be a servant of the Light; a Jedi Knight sworn to protect the Republic at any cost.
Characters: Lord Praven, Fem!Jedi Knight, and Lord Scourge
Rating: T
Slight Spoilers for the Jedi Knight class quest on Corellia.
I decided to break this into two parts since this was getting rather long to begin with. I am not responsible for any crying when I post part 2. That is all you’re getting out of me. *Runs and hides*
Jedi from all over prepped themselves for battle. Republic soldiers watched from the sidelines, mindlessly oiling their rifles and pistols at the same time. Smoke and blood mixed clung to everything, forcing those inexperienced to lose their lunches. Blood stained the ground; the wounded groaned in pain, some even screamed due to their extensive injuries.
Aditaya plowed through the crowds of Jedi and Republic troops, always mindful of Scourge hot on her heels.
“Why are we here, Jedi?” Scourge’s distasteful tone caught her attention. The force crackled around him as they walked through the injured and towards a handful of Jedi that were still breathing. Aditaya could feel the pureblood’s eyes boring into the back of her head. Impatience. She felt that single emotion flare out from behind her.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to bring Scourge along.
Two Jedi pried themselves from their conversation with the rest of the group, and threw curious glances her way. One was Bengal Morr and the other was a slim little Twi’lek. She had saved both of them from Sith assassins only two hours or so ago. As she passed them by, they dipped their heads down, acknowledging her in a Jedi way. Scourge scoffed in the background, not even bothering to make eye contact with them.
Someone clicked their tongue behind her. “We are wasting time.” Aditaya turned her head to the side, and glared at Scourge for possibly the first time in her life. The force crackled around her body like it had around him just moments ago.
“I’ll be only a few minutes, Scourge.”
“A few minutes is time we do not have.”
Aditaya lowered her head for a moment and covered her face with her gloved hand. Very slowly she removed her hand, revealing a pair of intense, hazel colored eyes.
“I understand that. But you must understand this; we are going to face the Emperor soon and if so, we may die. I ask for only a few minutes to do what I need to do, nothing more.” Scourge’s red eyes narrowed down at her, piercing through her like the lights on a starship cutting through a thick fog. His gaze lasted for a few more moments, before letting loose yet another scoff.
Aditaya whipped her head around, causing her pitch black hair to tickle the back of her neck.
“I know you don’t approve, Scourge. But I need to do this before I face the Emperor.” In the distance someone dropped what sounded like a rifle on the ground.
“You are creating a weakness for him to exploit, Jedi. Surely you know this.” Aditaya bit her bronze painted lip, tearing through the flesh and causing a thin line of blood to run down her chin. Scourge was right, but without him she would have lost her sanity; lost her will to fight for the Republic. She pulled him away from the dark side, from death yes. But the truth was -he saved her from breaking down completely.
Two soldiers armed to the teeth watched them with curious blue and green colored eyes. Aditaya and Scourge paid ignored them. “I’m well aware. Now drop the subject.” She barely recognized her dark, venomous sounding voice.
Faintly Aditaya could hear Scourge chuckling, amused by how she seemed to shift into darker territory. It happened now and then, she had to admit. But she was still a servant of light. That never changed, no matter the situation.
When Scourge said nothing, Aditaya began weaving through the soldiers and Jedi she had rescued from certain death. Her companion didn’t linger behind her this time. It was a blessing from the force.
Aliens and humans alike parted for her as waded through the cramped corridors and rooms. A few people whispered to one another, some questioning why she was here and others praised her. None of it mattered any more. She slowly tuned everyone out and focused her gaze straight ahead. Her dark brown boots loudly slapped against the metal floors as she rounded around the corner, entering a spacious room with only a handful of people residing inside.
Five armored Republic men were off in the furthest corner of the room, talking and munching on military grade rations. One man, the youngest one out of all of them, looked ill. The stench of blood and smoke in the air was most likely the cause. Or perhaps, realizing he might die in just a few short hours was the cause. Either way, he didn’t look well enough to hold his lunch for very long.
Someone rose off of a metal grate, creating a screeching metal sound that echoed all around. Aditaya looked off to the left, towards the source of the sound. Her eyes fell upon a red skinned Pureblood. Praven.
“Aditaya?” An all too familiar voice called out her name, sounding a tad bit confused by her presence. Ignoring the handful of Republic troops lingering in the room, Aditaya rushed over to Praven, and threw her arms around his thick neck.
Through her own body, she could feel him tense up for only a moment. His heavily muscular arms encircled her waist, pulling her up against his chest in a tight, intimate embrace. This wasn’t the Jedi way. Jedi weren’t supposed to make attachments with other people, to love someone and give them your heart unconditionally.
She had. And she didn’t regret making that decision so long ago to break that part of the Jedi code. It was horrible to keep secrets from the council, but it had to be done. They wouldn’t have approved no matter how sure she was that she’d never drift off into the dark side.
After what seemed like forever, Aditaya removed her arms from around his neck and pulled back just enough so she could catch a glimpse of his face. Under the intense lighting, Praven’s red skin seemed brighter all of a sudden; the two purple discolorations under each of his eyes seemed even more noticeable.
“You shouldn’t be here right now.”
“I know I shouldn’t. But I wanted to see you before I left.”
Aditaya leaned forward and kissed him, in plain sight. A few men behind them choked on their food in pure shock, others just loudly whispered to themselves. Completely lost in the moment, feeling Praven’s warm lips against her’s as they kissed, Aditaya paid them no mind. Their disgust, shock, and judgmental comments didn’t matter. The man that caressed the side of her face, kissed her passionately, and held her through all the pain was the only person that mattered to her.
The kiss was short lived, fleeting as it lasted only one a minute before they had to break away. Happiness, sadness, fear, contentment, concern echoed in the force around them. She tried to smile up at him, to assure him nothing would go wrong, that she would come back unscathed and alive.
From the look in his eyes, she could tell he knew what she wanted to tell him with words. Aditaya pried her arms from around Praven’s neck, and he, removed his arms from around her waist. Separated, they looked at one another without saying a word.
A minute passed before Praven decided to slice through the silence. “It is my deepest regret I can’t be there with you. But I have no doubt you will succeed. You’ve tackled many difficult obstacles, which would have otherwise killed any other Jedi.” He praised her. But she knew he was hiding his concern and fears behind those words.
Smiling Aditaya grabbed both of his hands, and held them tightly. “I will come back, Praven. I promise.” Her voice lowered to a whisper as she said those words to him. A Praven gently squeezed her tiny green hands. “I’ll hold you to that.” Aditaya felt the corners of her lips moving upwards, forming a wide genuine smile.
“Stay safe Praven. May the force be with you.” She let go of his hands, allowing them to drop to her sides like dead weights.
Praven dipped his head down in acknowledgement. “I will. Be careful, and may the Force be with you.” Both of them mirrored the Jedi farewell and greeting; pressing both their hands together and standing straight as a board with their heads dipped down.
Twirling around Aditaya walked out of the room, leaving Praven all by himself and joining Lord Scourge to begin the last battle with the Emperor. His red eyes glared down at her, silently condemning her weakness and hidden secret. No. It wasn’t a secret any longer.
Sighing she stopped in the middle of the hallway, digging into a small pouch located on her small, duraplast belt. Scourge stopped the moment she did, sending her a curious, impatient glance.
Tiny green fingers touched something cold and circular inside the pouch. Gently Aditaya pulled it out, revealing a portable holo, of which she held out for Scourge to grab. He didn’t grab it. His bright red eyes mirrored skepticism and confusion.
He wondered why he was giving him this. She knew he would.
“I need you to give this to Praven should things go… wrong.” That caught his attention because his left eye ridge seemed to rise several inches.
“And why would I do such a thing?”
A good question.
Aditaya inhaled as much air as she possibly could. “I’m not naïve enough to believe that I won’t suffer some sort injuries when fighting the emperor. Your vision said I defeated him. You never said if I lived through it, however.” She paused, gauging the solemn expression etched upon his pale red skin. “You’re immortal. I am not. You have a better chance to come out of this fight, alive. We may not see eye to eye, but I am asking this of you because, should the worse happen, you are the only one capable of doing this for me.”
“Your other companions are incapable.” It was a statement, not a question.
He was right. They could die at any given moment, Scourge couldn’t.
Swallowing she nodded, still holding the tiny, portable, deactivated holo. “Yes. Kira and Doc would look at it, if given the chance. Teeseven… I don’t know. It is more likely after all this; he’d get a memory wipe like all other droids. He’s due for one as far as I know. Not that I agree with it. Rusk… he’s bound to get himself killed with his impulsive personality. Doc and Kira are just as likely to die, but it’s not as high as Lieutenant Rusk’s chances are.” She fell silent, smothering her building fear for them all.
Scourge at least had the courtesy not to interrupt or laugh at her. “Knowing you-” Scourge frowned at her, as if she never would understand him. Maybe she never would, but she knew the things he hated and liked. That was enough, she supposed. “-You would enjoy breaking the bad news to Praven should I fall.” That was the sad morbid truth of it all.
Silence echoed between the two of them; between a Sith and a Jedi knight. As second trickled by, Aditaya felt he wouldn’t agree to do this. Then again, why would he? He disliked her to a point, hating the very thing she stood for and her unbreakable faith in the light side. He hated the fact she never killed people unless it was necessary, that she gave them mercy instead of death. The Sith frowned at how she served the wrong side, the side that used her as a puppet and toyed with her.
Scourge had said turning her to the dark side was just for his own amusement. He hadn’t succeeded in all their time together. But neither had she succeeded in shifting his faith to the light side of the Force. Looking back on it now, Aditaya had slowly stopped trying to turn him to light side. He didn’t want redemption, or forgiveness for the things he’d done. So she stopped and tried to talk more civilly towards him. They still didn’t see eye to eye on some things, but it was bearable.
When their conversations weren’t about bashing the Sith or the Jedi Order, it was actually pretty enlightening surprisingly. Over time she had learned he was able to hold a conversation without showing some sort of disgust plastered on his face. It took a while to do so, but it happened. How? She had no idea.
Scowling the former Emperor’s wrath snatched the holo from her fingers, strapping to his belt without a word, and stormed down the hall without her. Relief flooded through her as she rushed to catch up with her dark ally, silently ignoring the curious stares the troops sent their way.
Most of them would not survive the battle. If anything, Aditaya knew that she had to end things quickly to ensure no one else would die because of the Emperor.
Characters: Lord Praven, Fem!Jedi Knight, and Lord Scourge
Rating: T
Slight Spoilers for the Jedi Knight class quests on Corellia.
Slightly dark I suppose. Not exactly cupcakes and rainbows here, but it’ll do. I need to work on more serious themed things. So… this is what I got so far.
This is sort of what I imagine Scourge being like if he knew about Aditaya and Praven being together. Trust me; I’ll have something else with Lord Scourge, Aditaya, and Lord Praven having some sort of confrontation. I can just see the animosity between Praven and Scourge when they find about one another.
Jedi from all over prepped themselves for battle. Republic soldiers watched from the sidelines, mindlessly oiling their rifles and pistols at the same time. Smoke and blood mixed clung to everything, forcing those inexperienced to lose their lunches. Blood stained the ground, the wounded groaned in pain, some even screamed due to their extensive injuries.
Aditaya plowed through the crowds of Jedi and Republic troops, always mindful of Scourge hot on her heels.
“Why are we here, Jedi?” Scourge’s distasteful tone caught her attention. The force crackled around him as they walked through the injured and towards a handful of Jedi that were still breathing. Aditaya could feel the pureblood’s eyes boring into the back of her head. Impatience. She felt that single emotion flare out from behind her.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to bring Scourge along.
Two Jedi pried themselves from their conversation with the rest of the group, and threw curious glances her way. One was Bengal Morr and the other was a slim little Twi’lek. She had saved both of them from Sith assassins only two hours or so ago. As she passed them by, they dipped their heads down, acknowledging her the Jedi way. Scourge scoffed in the background, not even bothering to make eye contact with them.
Someone clicked their tongue behind her. “We are wasting time.” Aditaya turned her head to the side, and glared at Scourge for possibly the first time in her life. The force crackled around her body like it had around him just moments ago.
“I’ll be only a few minutes, Scourge.”
“A few minutes is time we do not have.”
Aditaya lowered her head for a moment and covered her face with her gloved hand. Her hand lowered and revealed a pair of intense, hazel colored eyes.
“I understand that. But you must understand this; we are going to face the Emperor soon and if so, we may die. I ask for only a few minutes to do what I need to do, nothing more.” Scourge’s red eyes narrowed down at her, piercing through her like the lights on a starship cutting through a thick fog. He glared at her for a few more moments before letting loose yet another scoff.
Aditaya whipped her head around, causing her pitch black hair to tickle the back of her neck.
“I know you don’t approve, Scourge. But I need to do this before I face the Emperor.” In the distance someone dropped what sounded like a rifle on the ground.
“You’re creating a weakness for him to exploit, Jedi. Surely you know this.” Aditaya bit her bronze painted lip, tearing through the flesh and causing a thin line of blood to run down her chin. Scourge was right, but without him she’d have lost her sanity; lost her will to fight for the Republic. She pulled him away from the dark side, from death yes. But the truth was he saved her from breaking down completely.
Two soldiers armed to the teeth watched them, with curious blue and green colored eyes. Aditaya and Scourge paid them no mind. “I’m well aware. Now drop the subject.” She barely recognized her dark, venomous sounding voice.
Faintly Aditaya could hear Scourge chuckling, amused by how she seemed to shift into darker territory. It happened now and then, she had to admit. But she was still a servant of light. That never changed, no matter the situation.
When Scourge said nothing, Aditaya began weaving through the soldiers and Jedi she had rescued from certain death. Her companion didn’t linger behind her this time. It was a blessing from the force itself.
Aliens and humans alike parted for her as tried wading through the cramped corridors and rooms. A few people whispered to one another, some questioning why she was here and others praised her. None of it mattered any more. She slowly tuned everyone out and focused her gaze straight ahead. Her dark brown boots loudly slapped against the metal floors as she rounded around the corner, entering a spacious room with only a handful of people residing inside.
Five armored Republic men were off in the furthest corner of the room, talking and munching on military grade rations. One man, the youngest one out of all of them, looked ill. The stench of blood and smoke in the air was most likely the cause. Or perhaps, realizing he might die in just a few short hours was the cause. Either way, he didn’t look well enough to hold his lunch for very long.
Someone rose off of a metal grate, creating a screeching metal sound that echoed all around. Aditaya looked off to the left, towards the source of the sound. Her eyes fell upon a red skinned Pureblood. Praven.
“Aditaya?” An all too familiar voice called out her name, sounding a tad bit confused by her presence. Ignoring the handful of Republic troops lingering in the room, Aditaya rushed over to Praven and threw her arms around his thick neck.
Through her own body, she could feel him tense up for only a moment. His heavily muscular arms encircled her waist, pulling her up against his chest in a tight, intimate embrace. This wasn’t the Jedi way. Jedi weren’t supposed to make attachments with other people, to love someone and give them your heart unconditionally.
She had. And she didn’t regret making that decision so long ago to break that part of the Jedi code. It was horrible to keep secrets from the council, but it had to be done. They wouldn’t have approved no matter how sure she was that she’d never drift off into the dark side.
After what seemed like forever, Aditaya removed her arms from around his neck and pulled back just enough so she could catch a glimpse of his face.
