#anspi'shel

[twilekthembo]

God, I don't know who to be more second hand embarrassed for this this scene??:

For Kaliyo because her current hookup and her ex look EXACTLY alike and both know she's got an extremely specicific type and are probably judging her for it,

For the Agent, because omg am I just a rebound for Kaliyo to replace her??,

Or for Anspi'shel because in walks your ex with a new girl who looks EXACTLY like you, except a head taller and jacked.

[swtorpadawan]

Do you have anything about Kaliyo’s ex/friend?

Ask Me About SWTOR NPCs Thanks for the ask, @plotbunny-bundle !

Ah, yes. Anspi'shel. She's fun and interesting, at least for me. Its intiguing that we never get the truth of what happened between her and Kaliyo.

I have a lot of head=canons about Anspi'shel… in my other legacies.

Unfortunately, the Imperial Agent in my Halcyon Legacy, is Gahraath Vaiken.

Gahraath… plays the angles. Yes, he might be miffed that Kaliyo keeps jerking him around. But he's not about to compromise a working relationship with one of his companions just because some twi'lek he met five minutes ago is about to get screwed over.

So yeah - he lets Kaliyo play her game with Anspi'shel.

What happens afterwards … well. The Hutts were planning to horrifically execute her BEFORE Kaliyo and Nine rescued her. They are now out the cost of their guards, and the bounty for the hunter.

So yeah - not too much to say about Anspi'shel. Not with this legacy.

(Moyraah Garguun, for example, wound up in a threesome with Kaliyo and Anspi'shel. So that goes better for 'ol "Anspi".)

Thanks for the asks!

[sharkiegorath]

In the third year of Zakuul's conquest, the fledgling Alliance dangles the prospect of liberation for alien species in order to attract recruits. Let's see how that goes!

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alilia/Anspi'shel, Female Smuggler & Female Imperial Agent Characters: Alilia, Anspi'shel, Female Smuggler (Star Wars), Female Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine Additional Tags: References to past slavery, Explicit Sexual Content, Femslash February, Lesbian Characters, Established Relationship, Femslash February 2018

“I’m not Rylothian,” Alilia had said, curtly. “I was conceived on a ship leaving Ryloth.”

“I’m not Rylothian, either,” Anspi'shel had argued. “I grew up on tramp freighters and space stations. We’re all offworlders, here!” She’d gestured behind herself. A kolto tank had burst a leak. “What’s the big deal?”

“If it’s not a big deal, why bring it up?”

Her retort had given Anspi’shel pause. “Uh. Tradition? Being Twi'lek?”

[morganlegaye]

okay but if you don’t think they banged at least once you’re probably wrong

[plotbunny-bundle]

I think I might ship Kaliyo with Anspi’shel. But I don’t want to ruin a nice friendship between women. I also haven’t met Anspi’shel yet. 

I’ll meet her and see how gay this is.

[cleanerone]

Uncomfortable Meeting

Previous Episodes

Borderline NSFW

“Get up," a rough male voice commanded in Huttese.

Disoriented. The smell of ryll.  Vague low thrum of traffic and machinery beneath pounding club music.  His lekku entwined with another's in sensual lek’vi.  Warm afterglow fading.  Queenie?  No, Anspi’shel.  Queenie was long gone, a relic two lifetimes old.  The voice wasn’t Jenks’.

It came from above, beside.  Muffled a little, as though through fabric or a mask.  Probably armored, so a crotch shot was a bad bet.  

Cleaner snap-rolled toward the voice, yanking his lekku out of the tangle with Anspi’s.   Anspi squealed in pain and surprise.  Skittered toward the head of the bed.  Cleaner lashed out with his left arm at where the intruder’s should be if he were threatening with a weapon.  Which he was, now that Cleaner had his eyes open and could see him.  Human he guessed, from skin color and body shape, though most of his face hid behind folds of dark cloth.  Middling average height and weight if he was.  

Mask backed, avoiding the initial strike.  Cleaner’s right hand dove in and struck his inner elbow, jabbing between protective plastisteel armor plates concealed beneath loose fabric.  Mask grunted.  His blaster--a chunky little broad-field BlasTech number--clattered to the floor.  Cleaner drew back for a followup.  

And found himself staring down a second barrel.  Narrow needle holdout.  In Mask’s left hand.  Barely accurate past the end of his arm and wouldn't do much damage unless he shot point blank through something vulnerable.  Like an eyeball for example.  Kark it all.

“Relax, buddy, I don’t want you.  Just her,” Mask said, nodding toward Anspi’shel.

"What?" Anspi’shel shouted, pulling sheets around herself, “what the hell?”

Brain engaging now.  No alarm, so Mask didn't force or slice the door.  Someone let him in.  No battle in the kitchenette or hallway.  Kaliyo.  Cleaner scowled, "Who the kark are you?" he growled.

"Not important," he said, "get dressed, sweetie, unless you want to go through the lobby in the buff," he said to Anspi.  His head turned back to Cleaner, "I wanna see some hands, pal, unless you're not too attached to this eye."

Cleaner ground his teeth.  Kark Kaliyo and her karking surprise.  The needler moved in a centimeter or two and it was all he could do not to flinch.  He did not like things in his face.  Did not like things in his eyes.  "Ain't your pal," he spat.  Brilliant.  That was the best he could come up with?

The needler cocked, "Hands.  Now.  Her I need alive.  You, not so much."

Cleaner’s throbbing lekku twitched in fury but he eased his hands away from his body, palms out and empty.  Not a lot of options.  Oh sure, if Mask killed him Intelligence would hunt the guy down and make him very unhappy.  Probably.  Of course, he’d be a little too dead or brain damaged to appreciate the favor.

“Smart move,” Mask said.  He fished for his BlasTech with his foot and scooted it to safety.  Out of reach of his prey.  “Like I said, I’m not interested in you.  Stand aside nice and quiet-like, let me collect your friend here, and no one gets hurt.”

Anspi flipped him a rude gesture, “Screw that.  Help me!” she cried.

"You did say you needed a ride offworld," came Kaliyo's voice from the entrance to the bedroom, "I arranged one for you."

“You set me up!” Anspi shrieked, looking between Cleaner and Kaliyo,  “You set me up!”

“Poor baby,” Kaliyo said, “did the rescue not turn out the way you expected?”

Cleaner’s gaze flicked to the doorjam.  Kaliyo leaned on it, nonplussed, “This your surprise, huh?” he growled.

"Sortcher shit out later, folks," Mask interrupted, "Girlie, put on some pants.  I'll wait. "

"You bitch, Kaliyo," Anspi said, "You said Kessel.  Old times."

"Sure, Kessel," Kaliyo said, "I never said you got the same role.  I survived Hutta when you sent me there.  If you can't take what this man puts you through, you get what you deserve."

"You can't let her do this," Anspi said to Cleaner.

“He ain’t got much choice,” Mask said, “less he got a holdout blaster tucked up his ass.”  He gave Cleaner an appraising once-over, “Sure don’t have one anywhere else,” he said.  

Cleaner could see the little crinkles of a smile around the man’s eyes, the rest hidden behind his loose kerchief.   Bastard.  Cleaner looked between Kaliyo's smug expression and Anspi’s desperate one.  Back to Kaliyo.  Dammit.  She won this round.  "Take her and go," he said.  

Mask's blaster swiveled to Anspi,  "Last chance.  Get some clothes on," he ordered,  "I'd just as soon not have to explain why I got a naked Twi'lek woman in binders."

"Not like anyone would notice," Cleaner grumbled.

Mask laughed, a dark unfriendly sound, "Got a point."

"You bastard!" Anspi exclaimed.  She grabbed a shirt from the nightstand and yanked it over her head.  

Didn't need to watch Anspi dress.  Didn't need any of them rubbing his nose in his defeat.  Cleaner tramped toward the hallway.  He couldn’t miss Kaliyo’s nexu grin.  He returned it with a glower.  

“Sure, go back to her.  Why not?” Anspi’shel’s said.  Something in her voice stopped him.  Cleaner paused, catching her from the corner of his eye.  Anspi rummaged through the clothes scattered on the floor, “She tell you some long sob story?  About leaving her homeworld?  That we knew each other for years?  Lies.  All of it.  We were together maybe six months.  I don't even know where she’s really from.  Whatever she told you it’s all made up,” Anspi’shel said, straightening, arms full of clothing.  Not all of it was hers.  Her eyes were dry, her words full of defiance, but her lekku-speech told a different tale.

Cleaner moved on.  He slammed Kaliyo’s shoulder with his own on his way out, “We’ll talk later,” he rumbled under his breath.  

“Whatever you say,” she replied.

“You think she’ll do you any different, you’re wrong,” Anspi called.  Cleaner waved her off.

Kaliyo levered off the wall, “You want some pants or something?” she asked over her shoulder.

“What’s the karking point?” he growled without turning around.  Everyone in the apartment already saw him naked.  He wanted a drink and a smoke.  Realized almost as soon as the thought occurred that he left the cigarettes in the karking bedroom.  Perfect.  He stomped into the kitchenette.  Picked a random bottle from the shelf, poured a tumbler of smoky red alcohol and knocked it back.  Poured another and settled in on the couch to wait.  Began paging through the menu of available holoshows with no intention of watching any of them.

He didn’t have to wait long.  He heard footsteps approaching down the hallway.  Fine.  The sooner they were out of the apartment, the better.  

“Gotcher pad?” Mask asked.

“Right here,” Kaliyo said.  Cleaner overheard the ‘transaction completed’ chirrup from her datapad, out of time with the music’s thumping beat.   

“Alright,” Mask said, “Done and done.”

“Nice,” Kaliyo said, putting the datapad away.

“Get the hell out of here,” Cleaner called without moving from the sofa.  Or even looking at the trio.

“You heard the man,” Mask said, “Get moving,” he ordered.

"I'll kill you.  Both of you," Anspi’shel said, stomping ahead of her captor.

Mask flicked the exterior door control and pushed Anspi through.  “You people are fucked up,” he said as a parting shot.  The door slid closed behind him.

[cleanerone]

The Plot Thickens

Previous Episodes

Slightly NSFW, depending on your work environment.

A topless Kaliyo leaned against the frame of the 'fresher opening, "Hey, " she said.

Anspi'shel sat fully clothed on the toilet, rosy hands draped over her knees.  She jumped at Kaliyo's greeting.  "Oh, hey.  Heard the row.  What’s going on, you okay?" she asked.

Kaliyo sauntered into the windowless 'fresher, "Relax.  Nothing to worry about," she said.  She knelt by Anspi's legs, "I got it handled."

"No offense, but your boyfriend's a little scary," Anspi said.

Kaliyo stroked Anspi’s hands, “He plays tough but he’s a pushover.  All roar, no claws.  I got him wrapped around my finger,” she said, weaving her pale fingers together with Anspi’s colorful ones in her lap, “No worries.”

“You’re sure he’s not with any of the gangs?  Or a bounty hunter?” Anspi asked, “You’d tell me, wouldn’t you?  For old time’s sake?”

“No gangs,” Kaliyo said.  She reached up and caressed one of Anspi’s lekku.  Gentle, slow, the way she liked, “Not a bounty hunter.  Repo, like I told you.  He’s got connections.  Good ones.”

Anspi’shel sighed, “I need to get offworld.  Let me hang here for a couple of days, help me arrange it, and I'll owe you this time. " she said.

Kaliyo reached up and touched Anspi's chin, "Don’t worry.  Forget about it.  For now.  For tonight." she said.

“Kaliyo--”

She pressed one finger to Anspi’shel’s lips, “Forget about it.  For tonight.  For old times.”  Kaliyo straightened and swapped her finger for her lips.  Anspi’shel’s return kiss was hesitant, gradually relaxing, warming, seeking, desiring.

“Like old times,” Anspi whispered.

“Just like old times,” Kaliyo agreed, “Remember Kessel?”

Anspi giggled and traced the pattern of Kaliyo’s tattoos on her scalp, “Oh, I remember Kessel alright.  Kessel was a blast.  The look on the guard’s face?”

“When the warder came in?  Interrupted?  Hilarious,” Kaliyo agreed.

Anspi shifted her weight, edging in closer to Kaliyo’s warm presence, “Bet he lost his job,” she mused.

Kaliyo nibbled on Anspi’shel’s lip, "After getting busted like that?  At least.  Not that I was going to stick around and find out."

Anspi melted into Kaliyo’s embrace, "Too bad the job was a bust otherwise," she said.

"Oh, I don’t know," Kaliyo said, "those shocked faces were payoff enough.  Good times.”

“Good times,” Anspi agreed.  She initiated the kiss this time and Kaliyo returned it.  

Kaliyo toyed with Anspi’s lekku, “How about we move to a more comfortable room,” she suggested.

“Cleaner there?” Anspi whispered.

“No,” Kaliyo replied with a nexu smile.

“Is he going to be?” Anspi asked.

“Thought you wanted to help tweak him a bit,” Kailyo said.

“We did already,” Anspi’shel said.

“Did.  Some,” Kailyo agreed, “now’s our payoff.  Have to remind ‘em who’s in charge.  Who’s running the show.  Just like Kessel. ”

Anspi giggled, “Kessel was fun.”

Kaliyo rose, “Kessel was fun,” she repeated, “let’s do it again.”

Cleaner fumed on the sofa.  Most of his clothes scattered on the floor and hands very much not in his lap.  Glanced over his shoulder at the chrono.  Five minutes.  Kaliyo said wait ten then follow.  She was going to get Anspi all settled down.  Settled down, warmed up, and amenable.

He slumped back on the couch.  When Kaliyo suggested they'd have fun with Anspi if they ran into her, this wasn't the scenario he imagined.  Didn’t mind.  No, that wasn’t true.  Minded.  Getting dumped at a rather uncomfortable moment.  Let her know.  Loudly.  Willing to play along, for now.  She still hadn't explained her surprise yet.  Made some squirrelly comment that he'd appreciate the irony tomorrow.  There were times life with Kaliyo felt like living in a cheesy porn flick.  Or a snuff holo.  Or some rabid combination of both.  

Cleaner checked the chrono again.  Four minutes, forty-five seconds.  Settled back down with a wordless growl.  Ought to holo 43 and call off the search.  Didn’t trust himself with witty banter under the circumstances.   

He heard giggling from down the hall.  Checked the chrono again.  This was going to be the longest four minutes forty seconds in recent memory.

[cleanerone]

Interlude

Previous Episodes

TW for violence 

Kaliyo meandered around to a run-down Nar Shaddaa neighborhood.  Mid level.  Pipes for sky.  Imperial intelligence hadn’t exactly called.  They sent her an info packet in the mail with a list of names and locations.  She planned on working her way down the list, but Anspi was the top priority under the circumstances.  Seems she’d gotten into a spot of trouble with Zinjo, poor thing.  Kaliyo smiled.  Poor, poor Anspi.  Perfect, perfect chance.

No backup, no Cleaner this time.  Felt a little odd, which meant it was about time to cut loose.  Half wanted to right now since he skipped out on her this afternoon.  It would serve him right.  Except the credits were crazy good.  

She named an outrageous figure at the outset expecting to bargain down to something reasonable.  The mousy little Spectator or whatever the hell he was agreed without batting an eye.  Talk about a killjoy.  Now she had the best armor around, blasters custom made to her hands and style, all the booze she could drink, and the best med care credits could buy to repair all the damage.  With credits left over for other stuff.  It wasn't even a chore to keep it all.  Cleaner was crazy fun.  

Besides, Wheezer hadn't figured out who he was yet.  Sure, he said he’d been indentured, but there was more.  The Imps had something else on him.  Something big.  Something valuable.  She wasn't ready to quit him until she knew what it was.

Kaliyo glanced around nonchalant, as though checking the flickering signage as she approached the Exchange hideout.  Even if she didn't have the coordinates from the info packet the thugs with guns milling around by the entrance gave the game away.  She passed once and turned a corner.  Her smile widened into a predatory grin.  She hefted a flash-fragmentation grenade she’d borrowed from Cleaner.  Time for fun.

Kaliyo selected an appropriate delay timer and rolled the dull grey sphere across the deck toward the thugs.  The high chittering whine of metal on metal caught their attention. They looked down.  Not a one of them looked away when the sphere blew.  Morons.

Blast visor down, Kaliyo darted out from behind the corner and leaped into the melee.  Burst fire.  Quick and accurate.  And yet with style.  Knees.  Heads.  Center mass for reliable takedown.  Reliable takedown so boring, so dull.  Chaotic laughter a counterpoint accompaniment to the rhythmic chant of plasma blasts.  Her primal dance all percussion and stomping feet.  

Through this group and through the door.  Took the next without pause.  Kaliyo led with another flash-fragmentation grenade and followed with blasters.  She smelled scorched flesh and overheating metal.  Some of it her own.  Not all, nowhere near all.  Sweet perfume.  Craved this.  So much needed this.  Never, never, never enough.  Cavorting to the music of blasters in the light of plasma in time with the drumbeat of rapid fire.

Approaching the herd at the end of the hall.  A gridded door behind them.  Noticed pain.  Kaliyo reached for a medpack--didn’t have one.  Cleaner had them.  Cleaner always had them.  She didn’t think to bring any.  Definitely a sign she was getting too comfortable with him.  This time, no backup.  No Cleaner.  No harmony, no following parts.  Hers the lead, hers the call.  A solo haka, intimidating, demoralizing her adversaries.  Kaliyo grinned wide and charged up her blasters.  

No fragmentation this time.  She opted for a neural disruptor, the Empire’s fancy version of a basic flash-bang.  If Anspi was dumb enough to stare at it, well, Anspi was dumb.  Kaliyo turned her head and waited for the grenade’s low thwump.  Right on cue she moved in, blasting the jacklighted thugs, none aware of her movement until it was too late.  Too too late for them.  

Almost too easy.

Kaliyo picked her way through the smoking corpses to a control panel.  She blasted it.  Why bother with subtleties like slicing?  The thugs wouldn’t need it anymore.  Kaliyo holstered her blaster and gripped the grid instead, “Hey Anspi, gimme a hand here!” she yelled, hauling on the door.

Anspi’shel approached, hands on her hips, “Well, this is a change.  What am I, your princess or something?”

“If you were a princess, you’d be worth something,” Kaliyo complained, leaning on the barely-open door, “you wanna help, or you wanna stay here?  I’m good either way.”

Anspi giggled, “Oh, I’ll help,” she said.  She grabbed a hold and pulled.  The hatch squealed open.  Anspi’shel squeezed through the opening as soon as it was wide enough to admit her.  Anspi giggled again, “How did you find me anyway?”

Kaliyo embraced her in a tight hug, caressed one lekku like she did Cleaner’s.  Anspi’s skin was the same shade as his.  The markings on her lekku not dissimilar.  Did make her wonder.  “Oh, I have friends,” she said, breaking off.

“They’re better than mine,” Anspi’shel said, “these guys were going to hang me to broil on a holosign.”

“Ouch,” Kaliyo said, “sounds like I got here just in time.”

“You did,” Anspi agreed, “toss me a gun?”

Kaliyo gave her the spare.  Little thing, gas cell near depleted, crap at anything beyond a meter.  “Sounds like you’re in trouble.”

Anspi studied the floor, “Been better,” she said at last.

Kaliyo stroked the Twi’lek’s shoulder, “Need some help?”

Anspi fiddled with the blaster before tucking it into her belt, “Yeah.  Yeah I do.  They aren’t going to let me go easy.”

Kaliyo smiled wider, “Hey, I owe you big, remember?”  She backtracked her way out of the hideout.

“I remember,” Anspi’shel said, following.

“I got a place here, me and my friend,” Kaliyo continued, “You can hide out there for a bit while we arrange something.”

Anspi looked hopeful, “You’d do that for me?”

“What are friends for?” Kaliyo asked.

“Who’s your other friend?” Anspi asked, belatedly cautious.

Kaliyo peered out the main entrance for any stragglers while she debated an answer.  Letting Anspi know Cleaner was Imperial would scare her off.  “Relax, he’s in repo.  Met him at Nem’ro’s, but don’t hold that against him,” she said, deciding on a little fudge, a little truth, “He’s cooling his heels waiting for a transport right now.  He’s not Exchange or any of the gangs, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Anspi relaxed, “That’s good.  I’m running out of bridges.  He decent?”

Kaliyo led the way down the passage toward the lifts, cool as if she hadn’t blown away an entire Exchange hideout, “You’d like him,” she said, summoning the lift, “he’s a Twi’lek like you.”

“Really?” Anspi asked.

“He gets your name right and everything,” Kaliyo said, scanning the area for tails, “in fact, I thought you might want to help tweak him a bit, just like old times.”

“Like old times?” Anspi asked, “how so?” she said, wary.

The lift arrived and the doors slipped open with a hiss, “Sometimes you gotta show a guy who’s boss,” Kaliyo said, “Can’t let him take me for granted.” She stepped into the lift, “Wanna help me make my boyfriend jealous?”

Anspi stepped over the threshold, “That the price for hanging out for a few days?” she asked.

“No,” Kaliyo said, entering the level and closing the hatch, “just something to do while you’re waiting.  You got a better idea, let me know.”

The lift began its journey to the upper levels.  “Just like old times,” Anspi’shel said, wrapping one arm around Kaliyo’s waist, “Hey, thanks for this.”

“Don’t mention it.”