#basmeesh

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New outfits!

Vadil’s new “work outfit”.

Harant’s old smuggling outfit! Or is it what he wears during KotFE?

Zazre’s new healing outfit! Maybe I’ll reverse the colours...

Basmeesh’s “sniping” outfit!

Bas’s casino hostess outfit!

And finally, Tlabine’s new... killing... outfit... Yeah.

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N for Vadil and any other character. Feel free to use any of mine if you wish. :)

I’ll have to edit this when I get back to the computer - conversions from G-Docs never work well - but here it is, the reason I was pondering upon Vadil’s posterior coverings.

N - The Colour Green

Such decisions should never be made lightly, the Mirialan mused as he looked out across the neon stained atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa. The brightness of the flashing lights was a distraction from the foetid air; a colourful dazzlement designed to keep attention away from the foul truth of the Smuggler’s Moon, and Vadil chewed at his lower lip as he regarded the illusion.

Finally he snapped, slapping his comm unit with slightly too much force.

“Ow!” He painfully shook out his fingers as the image of a small Cathar woman, her mane carefully braided into beaded rows, appeared in shimmering blue before him.

The holographic figure glanced up and down, wide eyes taking in the scene with one sweeping look.

“Didn’t you forget something, boss?” She snickered, her fangs just revealed by the smirk.

“No!” The smarting fingers were forgotten as he put his hands on his bare hips, posing either consciously or subconsciously (even he couldn’t tell the difference anymore) by turning his best side toward the emitter. “Get in here - I need your advice.”

With barely a pause the door to his quarters snicked open - apparently his assistant had been lurking outside again.

“What is it this time?” The tiny woman spoke with a tone of bored but mild suffering as sashayed into the room. “Because you know my answers are ‘no’, ‘not now’, and ‘maybe tomorrow’.”

“Come on, Bas; this is serious!” The artful and far-too-well-practiced hurt spread across that handsome face before he gestured curtly at what appeared to be a patchwork quilt made of a Hutt’s technicolour yawn spread across the bed.

She raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her barely covered chest. The current fashion of near-slings to cover one’s breasts was much more amenable to those who had little to fall out with an untimely movement, and Bas made the most of it as often as she could.

“What,” she smirked, “do you want me to do your laundry now?”

“No!” He rolled his beautiful blue eyes towards the ceiling in barely controlled exasperation. “Help me pick what to wear!”

“Seriously?” A careful and beringed hand reached out to snag one of the small pieces of cloth on one dainty claw. “You want help picking your booty shorts for the evening. That’s what you called me in here for.”

The scandalously small item of clothing dangled accusingly between them.

“Yes!” Totally ignoring her disdain, he beamed at her understanding. “I was going to go with the blue, but you know what they say about blue and green never being seen…”

“Not like that’s stopped you cracking on to any Chiss that has the misfortune of wandering in here,” she murmured, her eyes much more amused than her flat tone.

“…Then I thought about the green. The point is to distract, so perhaps…”

She snorted.

“You really want to look like you’re naked? Here? On Nar Shaddaa? In public?” Now she outright laughed. “Oh, boss, you wouldn’t be able to go three steps without being jumped on!”

“Hrm. That’s not the goal tonight, certainly.” Of course, there were other nights it was, so they were carefully put to one side. “What about the pink?”

“Look, just wear whatever you want! I’m not going to hold your hand through the entire process, though! One of us has to work!”

“I’m working! I’m just unsure of what’s going to have the right effect. You’re my assistant, so…” He gestured helplessly at the garish collection of teeny tiny pants and sighed. “Assist me!”

“Nope, you’re on your own.” With a shake the dangling shorts were dropped back into the pile, and she backed away. “I’m not taking responsibility for that trail of devastation.” She stepped quickly out of his pleading range. “But with all that green, not the pink. It clashes.”

Then she was gone, leaving the lean green form to stew in his own quandary.

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Further to my post about Gerain and SWTOR being the best dress-up game ever, I thought I’d post some of the updated outfits for my characters, even if I am not certain what happened to them specifically yet.

Basmeesh just doesn’t give a crap anymore. Commander, renegade, whatever the hell.

Sha’enra’tavas has gone deep underground, and is usually only seen with her helmet on:

Kulah has been in hiding with her sister Fenta, acting as bodyguard and protector while Fenta secures her power base.

And Kin? She had to evacuate her zoo and Padawans, but still thought the Zakuulan Scion gear was pretty. They can’t all be bad, right? So she got a Scion outfit for herself and dyed it to be more... Jedi-ey. That’s totally a word.

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“I swear, if you were corporeal, you soon wouldn’t be. Piss off, Valky!”

Bas really isn’t pleased about the passenger in her head.

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Rank your ocs: The most physically expressive (either facial expressions, 'talk with their hands') etc

The most physically expressive. Hrm.

Facially it has to be Kin’troxa. She’s very bad at hiding how she feels, and especially bad at it for a Jedi. She feels strongly and with all her heart, and that shows in her face and actions. She’s not entirely the most controlled person out there.

Second is Basmeesh. She’s very good at speaking with her hands and body, which one might think is a bad trait for an Agent until you realise that she can lie just as easily without words as with them.

Hrm, third is tricky, because I want to say Vadil, but that’s me just being silly I think. It might be Kormel, my fallen Jedi cum Sith. He was terrible at all the control required of the Jedi, and always acted on his passionate nature. He tends to be in motion a lot, and uses his hands to emphasise his points.

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Oh, Bas.

I didn’t think it was possible, but it’s turning out that Basmeesh’s in-game love life is more complicated than Vadil’s. Thanks to a bug (not the Killik kind), Vector thinks they’re married (she plainly turned him down, but the stupid game is still reading it as married - only Enra is with him canonically. Bas even told Vector she was only with him for entertainment value). She had it off with Theron Shan and he sent her a letter.

Spoilers for KotFE after this point.

Then she started up with Koth and promptly drove him away with a decision to blow up the city with Kaliyo - Kaliyo has always been one to drive Bas to do bad things. She’d totally flirt with Kaliyo if the game permitted female agents to - freakin’ crap - she’d climb Kaliyo like a tree, too. She’s even been flirting with Senya. She’ll probably flirt with Jorgan as well (gods, I’d love to be a fly on the wall for THAT interaction).

It’s just like she said in Temple’s companion mission: seduction is one of the perks of the job. However I have no idea how she’s going to get herself out of this mess, and even if she wants to.

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Life day meme, 1 & 2

1.) Who’s out throwing snowballs at everyone with glee?

Vadil never misses a chance to show off his prowess and to have a little fun, so he’s out there every year being a Special Snowflake and firing off snowballs and horrible puns at every opportunity.

Gerain is a little more reserved about things, and keeps his snowball throwing for those he’s close to. Which is a scant number, but would be snow covered if Gerain has anything to do with it.

Basmeesh is a party girl, and is quite a deadly shot with a snowball…

2.) Who’s cursing the snowball-slinging jerks?

Perel’s so far up himself it’s a wonder he can breathe. He’s into Life Day for other reasons, not having snowballs chilling his manly physique or messing up his hairdo.

Fenta has no time for that Wookiee rubbish. Throw a snowball at her - especially while she’s studying and unprepared for it - at your own risk.

Tlabine. Uh. Throw a snowball at her at your own risk. What she throws back will probably burn, and she carries long, hateful grudges.

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♛: Sharing a dessert

The light in the cantina was dim, but what little there was seemed to focus on the slender figure at the bar. Gold highlights danced across dark braids, a subtle sheen glimmering in the tawny fur so visible beneath the short purple jacket she wore.

She seemed intent upon the small dish she held before her, her spoon moving with a certain determination as she brought a morsel of blue custard to her mouth. With small, delicate licks she consumed it, then smiled luxuriantly as she lazily proferred the bowl to the one watching.

“Want some?” she purred.