#alliance commander

[doli-nemae]

empress awaits thee, o loyal consort

[soveru]

I won't apologize for all the memes I plan to post. Still obsessed by the swtor plot

(I'm a little sick, so not so much posting this days, but I see few another reblogs with OC and I will react to it little later 🥲)

[bxtgrl]

naomi fa'laz in star wars: the old republic

[sainamoonshine]

One of my funniest swtor headcanon is that since the game didn’t tell us who our republic senator is, I decided that my jedi knight commander picked Darth Occlus. Who he thought was a good canditate due to her « previous political experience ».

(but mostly he was trying to make a point. Oh, you’re making all the members of the Alliance into republic citizens and erasing their past in your files so you don’t have to sit in the discomfort of admitting you’re working with previous enemies, because then you might have to admit that it’s possible to work with / make pace with the empire and a forever war isn’t the only solution? Well though shit, here’s a pureblood sith and former dark council member showing up to all your meetings. You’re going to have to look at her and collaborate with her every day. Also she’s mildly haunted. Ignore that last part.)

[chocochipjewel]

DoMayStic Day 31: Coming Home Early (by @astrobookwormsinger)

"Theron, pass me that banner," Lana instructed. "I'll put it up before the Commander gets home."

"Fetch it yourself," Theron replied. "You have the Force, I'll have to walk all the way across the room to hand it over."

Lana rolled her eyes. "At least hold it up so I can get it from there." Theron glared at her as he did so.

Senya looked from one side of the room to the other. Koth was arranging the drinks and food on the table, deep in thought. On the other end, Kira was trying to put up more banners across the room, arguing with Scourge about how they should be put up and the intricacies of luxurious decoration. Her dearest Arcann was making sure the jukebox was all set up.

The banner in the middle read 'Happy Birthday!' with a second banner with 'Commander' under it. Clearly a sign of some haphazard planning.

Suddenly, the doors flew open, and T7-O1 rolled into the room, beeping with urgency.

Ship = just landed // Commander = back from mission too early // T7 = advises speeding up the process

"They're back? Already?" Koth asked, in disbelief. "We're not ready yet!"

"Well, someone, go distract them, or something," Kira suggested. "Who's the best at telling long, drawn out stories here?"

"Undoubtedly, you," Scourge shot back. "It's too late. Face it, we're unprepared."

"Ever the pessimist, aren't you, Wrath?" Lana observed, jumping down from her ladder and landing smoothly. "Kira's plan is sound as always. I'll go and greet the Commander. You all have about 5 minutes to get everything set."

"I'll come too, I actually do have something to tell the Commander," Arcann added. Senya shot him a questioning look. Later, Arcann mouthed back.

"I'm not hanging up the remaining banners, I'm still tracking the delayed gifts," Theron protested. "Besides, it's easier done with you Force-sensitives on the job."

"I'll get to that," Kira offered.

"I'll help," Koth added.

T7 rolled up to Senya. T7 = can help?

"You can help me with the food and music," Senya offered, smiling at the little droid. "Hurry now, we don't have time."

[zarilia]

Happy New Year everyone! Let's start with best possible ending of the last year - my pookies, my babies, I can't...! I LOVE THEM 🥹😭🥹😭🥹😭

Commission by wonderful @kelstares - can't thank you enough <3 This piece did THINGS to me. I'm smitten by this work daily, you can't even imagine. And I'm still unable to tell the time or do anything on my phone having this set as wallpaper 🥵

Never thought it will come to this level of brainrot, but I even wrote a fic 🫣 inspired by this hug. For anyone interested - Mandalorian Support

[dingoat]

Whumpril 16 - Side Effects

Five knew he was… unwell.

Medical quarters. Private medical quarters, as it should be. But not at home. Not even on Kaas. Dromund Kaas…

Five lifted his hand to rub at his brow. Dromund Kaas wasn’t home any more. The Empire wasn’t… he didn’t… he wasn’t welcome. Wasn’t wanted? No, no it was something he didn’t want. Feelings tugged at the edges of his thoughts, hints of memory that didn’t quite settle long enough to be useful.

Zakuul.

Thirteen–!

Raw, violent pain bloomed from his leg, and the memory of Five’s injury came to him with a jolt. Deep, rending claws tearing at his muscle. Passing out on Ziost’s barren surface, caught up in one of the rifts through which the last wisps of the planet’s life were still spilling and whisked away into dead space. It wasn’t a normal wound. It ate at him, blackened his skin, reflected a lurid shade of purple through his eyes. It made him…

Five winced, tried to sit up and gave up almost immediately when a wave of nausea joined the pain and disorientation.

“Not yet,” a soft voice spoke from somewhere off to the side. “Give yourself a little time. Do you know where you are?”

Another old memory clicked into place and Five felt the sudden panic of feeling extremely vulnerable. Wolf. He floundered in his cot, furious that he didn’t have a weapon in arm’s reach, but when he tried to actually drag himself up and away he found himself held fast. An uncanny grip that was both firm and gentle pressed him back prone, and as he snarled his protest he found himself fighting a wave of dizziness.

“Five.” The voice was a little firmer now, as the bothan stepped closer and set a hand on his shoulder. “Rest yourself. You’re safe-”

“Wolf,” he hissed, his eyes wild as he tried to drag himself away. “Get your claws off me. Haven’t you done enough?”

“Be still,” she said, patient but stern, and Five managed to note the edge of sheer exhaustion in her tone. “Stop reacting, and let yourself think. Look at where you are, Five. Take a breath.”

He didn’t want to do as she said, but her sorcery was holding him fast and he could do little else but stare about, try to control his breathing, and try to regain a sense of his situation. His leg. It ached. He was hungry, but couldn’t stomach the thought of eating anything. Was he actually hungry, or just… empty? He’d been… unwell. Weak? Distant. Detached. He’d been…

Oh, gods.

Pushing everyone away.

No, not everyone.

“Thirteen…” Five whispered, his cheeks draining of colour as fresh pain pulsed from his wound and through his body.

“Thirteen will be fine,” Ahuska assured him softly. “He’s safe, and well. He’ll want to see you, I’m sure.”

Five lay in silence, squinting blankly at the ceiling as he tried to dredge up any memory of coming to this room, of being… treated? “Odessen,” he finally said, letting his head flop to the side with a sigh. “We’re on Odessen. You’re…”

“Helping, yes,” Ahuska cut in. “You have a terrible infection, one that’s been eating away at you for far too long.”

Five again chose silence for a time, his sense of urgent panic waning and replaced instead with something more melancholy, shrouded in a heavy fog. “I’m forgetting things,” he finally said, and wasn’t even sure why he should be admitting this out loud at all, let alone to the Wolf. “Or… not remembering them.” It felt like that was an important distinction. “Why…” he frowned. “It’s my leg that’s the problem. Why do I feel like this…?”

“It will come back to you,” Ahuska assured him, pulling across a stool and settling on it. “It was like this the first time, though I guess that’s going to take a little to come back to you, too. A side effect, I think, either from the infection itself or from my efforts to treat it…”

“I’ve been like this before..?” The mere thought of it sent a chill down Five’s spine. Disoriented. Dizzy. At the mercy of literally anyone on the base.

“It took about an hour, yes, but you came back better than you had been before I started treating you. I’m hoping it will be better still this time around.”

It went against every instinct he had to simply accept his fate and lie where he was, yet there was nothing he could do but trust in the Wolf. Trust that she was telling the truth, trust that Thirteen’s judgement was sound. Surely, Thirteen wouldn’t have left him alone with her if there was any risk.

He trusted Thirteen, didn’t he? More than anything in the galaxy?

His leg throbbed, threatening to bring tears to his eyes, but he couldn’t pinpoint what suddenly made him feel so utterly abysmal.

“You won’t let him see me like this, will you?” he whispered, finally.

Ahuska watched him, with her eyes, and with the sense that flowed from her heart. “It might help you,” she said, her tone a little guarded.

“No. No, he can’t. He needs to know…” Five gritted his teeth. It hurt so much. “He needs to know I can do anything for him. He needs to see me strong enough. He can’t see this. He can’t.” Ahuska frowned at Five’s words, but at least he was hurting. As ugly as the pain was, it meant that he was feeling again, and she suspected that opening himself up to being hurt was going to be crucial to beating his infection once and for all.

“I’ll make sure nobody interrupts your rest until you’re comfortably back on your feet.”

[blizzardsofilum]

Reunion

(Maybe if Scourge revealed himself already in Mek-Sha)