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[niner1309]

“Okay, you can shut it now. And you, Fi. Stand down. We’ve all had a bad day, so let’s throttle back on the testosterone and play nicely.” [Niner said.]

-Star Wars, Republic Commando: Triple Zero, page 95

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The Delta Squad vs Omega Squad angst is one of my favourite parts in the book. After re-reading this scene, I had to draw Atin and Sev going toe-to-toe. Thankfully Niner was able to step in before things got out of hand.

[stubborn-amphibian]

The Path Begins. — So this drawing isn’t canon in Vi’s timeline… yet.

For the past year, I’ve been playing Vi in a ttrpg that is based off Dungeons and Dragons, but rewritten for Star Wars. Vi has really grown into herself within the campaign.

She has strayed from her dance career and began to train as a Jedi again with the help of a close friend. She tries to make decisions that serve the greater good, not just herself or her friends. She is still very unconfident in herself as a Jedi, and wouldn’t consider herself as one, but she is beginning to realize that the legacy of the Jedi rests on her shoulders. Her path is still very unsteady, but it has begun.

She realized how valuable the teachings of her Master were and looks back on her memories of Master Allegra fondly. She painted a yellow band on her prosthetic wrist to honour Allegra’s memory because it was the colour of her lightsaber. It is also fitting that Vi chose to keep a yellow lightsaber.

Vi is far from becoming the Jedi her Master once was, and there are often times when her faith falters. She has also had a close encounter with the dark side which could prove to be her undoing. Only time will tell…

Although these series of events are technically taking place in an AU, I am going to change a few things and add this story to Vi’s canon timeline. She will be older, however, before she commits herself to the redemption of being a Jedi again. Stay tuned for an updated verse!

If you’re interested in playing Star Wars 5e with a few friends, you can find all the resources here: https://sw5e.com/

[stubborn-amphibian]

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@beskar-himbo

“What do you mean it isn’t how you do it?!” Zalo snapped back, the lightsaber humming in his hand as he held it carefully before him.

He had asked to practice with her lightsaber, curious to try out such a unique weapon. He had gotten the hang of basic movements from his overarching weapon expertise, however something about this particular weapon... it wasn’t moving the way he expected a sword would. Or how a sword should.

“It’s- the weight doesn’t feel... right,” he complained with a grumble. The yellow blade didn’t feel like, well, a blade. It was more like something intangible, as weird as it sounded in his mind. “It’s too light, and then when I compensate it gets heavier. Haar’chak, how do you Jedi do it?”

Vi laughed, watching Zalo clumsily swing the lightsaber in the air. “With a lot of practice,” she chuckled. She pushed herself off the wall and held her hand out for the saber. Her pink fingers curled around the hilt and yellow light illuminated her face as she activated the blade.

“I know how you feel,” she said, swinging the blade gracefully. “I had to learn how to use it with my left hand. The prosthetic arm isn’t as versatile as my old arm used to be.” She paused with the blade in front of her face and slid her feet into position. “You need to use your entire body to use it. You don’t just fight with a lightsaber, you dance with it.”

She parried an imaginary attack, then struck the air. “A lot of the movement comes from your feet.”

She deactivated the saber and handed it back to Zalo. “Try again. You need to get to know the weapon.”

[stubborn-amphibian]

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@grimthejedisith

“It’s kind of cute!” said Grim brightly.

The frog's three eyes blinked one by one. Vez stroked its back with a careful finger. "I think it's a Rana. One of the Masters at the temple brought one in for class."

The frog croaks. "I'm trying to come up with a name for him..."

[stubborn-amphibian]

CONTINUED FROM [X]

"You.... think." Critical eyes regard the arm, mangled beyond the kind of repairs most Jedi could handle easily. "By the Force, Vi, what did you do — feed it to a nexu?" However, not even the commentary was enough to stop the Shadow from taking a closer look at the metal. "I'll hazard a guess and say you haven't seen the Temple medics yet."

Vi snorts. "I don't even think the temple medics would have been able to fix this. I fell. Hard." It was a gross oversimplification but it was true.

The arm creaks as she shakes it by the wrist with her other hand. Then she sighs and lowers it. "It's going to cost me a fortune to get a new one. I don't have that kind of money."

@reawakcn || oops.

[stubborn-amphibian]

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@pixelgamer07

From behind the helm dark green and gold, Element opened his mouth to answer; but his words hitched in his throat. True, there where other worlds similar to this one: in one, the nautolan lived to become a Jedi master. In another, she didn't survive the jump during that one horrible night. Even worse ones existed where she turned dark, or never became a Jedi at all.

However, in his experience, Element found it was best to leave her ignorant on this knowledge. One of the duties of a Void Guardian was to prevent strain on a universes reality; least it tore itself asunder. Besides, he's seen how young Grim has been handling this knowledge. The last thing he wanted to do was burden another child forced to fight in this pointless war.

"Well, I do know this world has shaved ice."

The teenager's gangly arms crossed over her chest and she snorted. "And lothcats. I like lothcats."

She pursed her lips and furrowed her brows as she considered Element's statement. The idea was interesting. Perhaps there was a parallel universes where she walked a completely different path. She always wanted to become an exotic species veterinarian. Maybe there was a version of her that was swinging across the jungle to track down a rare beast.

Her life would have been different. She wouldn't have to watch her friends crumble under the terror of war. She wouldn't be a disappointing padawan. Captain Ronin wouldn't have died.

She closed her eyes and exhaled.

"Do you think there's a universe where the war never started?"

[stubborn-amphibian]

CONTINUED FROM [X]

@viperofmandalore

"Didn't expect you to."

Thel hadn't expected an answer at all, really. She'd been complaining to herself, assuming anyone who overheard would ignore her. Another denizen of the busy streets, having a tough day, like everyone else.

"...Anyway, you'd be in trouble if you did." The vigilant possessiveness Mandos had over everything that belonged to them – even their language – made things difficult for wannabe scholars and curious tourists.

“Ah yes,” the nautolan cocked her head back. “I’ve seen Mandos get into fights over the strangest things. Happens all the time at the club. One time a Mandalorian woman broke a man’s arm for simply trying to touch her helmet.” She chuckled. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to try and touch your helmet. I can’t afford another prosthetic arm.”

[niner1309]

@deadmeat-squad

She heard her superior yell at her through the headcomms. She knew she was disobeying orders and it made her feel sick to her stomach. But she could live with that feeling. She couldn't live knowing she left her brothers to die in that trench. She saw the next wave of clankers march through the battlefield as part of their siege towards the city.

Butcher was there providing firing at the enemy, but his leg was injured and he wouldn't be able to make the retreat back to the LAAT on his own.

Upside's blaster was fried, but she had managed to salvage a shield generator from a fallen trooper. Activating it as quickly as possible, she held steady and sprinted across the field to her fallen brother as fast as she could.

"Sorry, sir, but we're not like the enemy," her voice would come in through Niner's headcomm. "We don't abandon our own!"

“Fiefek,” Niner spat.

Niner watched the march encroach the battlefield. A broken helmet watched him from the dirt as it was slowly buried by the wind. The battle of Geonosis bled into his mind and he remembered the pain that he had endured afterwards.

“Kriff it,” he muttered. He stepped off the LAAT and slapped the hull. “Time to take off, Captain.” The pilot looked over his shoulder, hesitated, and nodded. Dust shifted as the ship took off and Niner grabbed the DC-17 rifle slung over his shoulder. He ran.

“Tell me your coordinates, soldier,” he said. “I’m on my way.”