#bridae techtmar

[cinlat]

Bridae Techtmar. Twin. Bounty Hunter. Zakuulan Princess. Doesn’t Act Like It. Not Force Sensitive. Trouble Maker. Enjoys Chaos and Destruction. Inseparable From Her Sister. Taken Up With a Couple of Mando Boys. Uncle Quinn Does Not Approve. Ma’at & Tully Remain Supportive.

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21) collapse Nuada and Ari

micro story prompt list. 

So this story got so far ahead of me. I went “Oh! I can write that thing from them being kids we talked about once” to “oh but then this needs to happen…” and then “this” and here we are. No long micro, a full on drabble for you. From my Sithy Bunch story with @cinlat​ this features the children as kids, the boys 8 and 7ish, the twins 3. Ari and Bridae both belong to Cinlat.

Nuada Techtmar and Ari Drellik:

Zaria Techtmar and Bridae Techtmar:

Ari’s arms shook at the strength of the blow he just barely managed to block in time. Nuada grinned, sensing his little brother was going to have to give in soon. They were dancing with trouble, playing with some of Uncle Talos’ vibroswords they found. Never mind that they shouldn’t have been poking around in the store room alone, Ari was sure his father wouldn’t mind. Much.

This was far more fun than following unspoken rules.

The boys had snuck into the training room while their mother was out of the house. The uncles were home of course, Mal and Pierce very purposely staying on opposite sides of the house. While most of their strange, large family got along well those two interacted as little as possible. That was how the boys managed to sneak off for their impromptu “training” session.

Nuada jumped backward, the tip of Ari’s vibrosword just missing his arm. They had the vibro-generators turned down as far as they went, but the edges were still sharp enough to cut. Swinging his own sword around, he forced his brother to retreat before spying Uncle Quinn’s workstation behind him.

Remembering his strategy lessons on the importance of gaining the high ground, Nuada darted over to the table and leapt up on to it. He turned just in time to see that Ari had the same idea, landing on the other side of the table.

Facing one another again, blades held at the ready like they had been taught, they exchanged feral grins. 

They were about to lunge at one another when the door opened, and the twins came tearing in. At three years old they were terrors. The girls ran into the room calling for their brothers, though it sounded more like Bridae was saying “brudda”.

“Get out,” Ari yelled, voice raised to be heard over them, and looking away from his brother. When the girls didn’t listen, running around the room as they took turns trying to catch one another, both boys stepped closer to the edge of the table. It was one thing for them to be in here, but the girls could get hurt and they knew who would be in trouble if they did. 

Zaria turned toward them, grinning before she started running toward them as fast and her little legs could carry her. Ari started looking for somewhere to put his sword when Nuada shoved his into his brother’s hands. Struggling to get a hold of both hilts, the staggered backward and the table creaked terrifyingly before collapsing beneath their combined weight. 

Several things happened all at once. The boys fell hard to the floor, Ari’s precarious hold on the weapons failing as they flew out of his hands toward their little sister, two hands stretched out, reaching with untrained Force connections to try and catch them.

Neither boy noticed the other doing the same and tried to stop both swords.\

One stalled midair, Nuada’s focus on it overwhelming Ari’s and sending it clattering to the ground, but the other was caught between their simultaneous pulls. It twisted in the air, spinning dangerously. 

Zaria tried to stop when the boys fell but her forward momentum was too much for her small body to overcome. To Ari’s horror she was headed straight into the rogue blade’s arc. Abandoning the attempt to stop the sword, he pushed her backward just as the blade swung toward her head. He was fast enough to stop her from taking the full blow as she stumbled backward, but not enough to stop the tip of the sword from tearing open her chin. 

She fell to the floor with a shriek as the sword struck the wall. For a moment both boys stared in shock at the blood pouring down her chin to soak her shirt before Bridae screamed when she saw her sister’s wound. 

Rushing over to her, Nuada pulled Zaria into his arms and tried to get his hand over the wound. He had never seen so much blood before but remembered Uncle Mal telling him how important applying pressure to a bleeding wound was. Uncle had been speaking about a cut on Nuada’s hand, but he hoped it would work the same. 

Ari had grabbed Bridae, trying to stop her from getting too close to the blood. “Is she okay?”

Nuada looked up at him, eyes wide with fear when he realized he didn’t know. “Go get Uncle Mal,” he snapped. “Now!” 

Malavai Quinn was in his room, reading the newest reports about Zakuul’s activities in the galaxy and searching for any sign of his lost love. It had been just over a year since Tuathal Techtmar, his lord and lover, had disappeared. The Empire had declared him dead, but Quinn and Tuathal’s wife Ma’at, refused to believe it. 

He needed Tuathal to be alive. 

However, it seemed the news of the day wouldn’t be any help. Soon he was going to need to take more proactive measures to find him. He would be gone already if Ma’at hadn’t asked him to stay for a while. Quinn had a suspicion that she felt it was her responsibility to keep him safe in her husband’s absence, but when she asked him to stay for Nuada and the twin’s sake he couldn’t refuse. Ari still had his father, and Talos loved Nuada and the twins as his own but they were Tuathal’s children. He owed it to them, and to Tuathal, to be there for them as long as he could. The selfish part of himself was acutely aware they were the only bit of Tuathal he had left. 

He sighed heavily, setting his datapad down on the table and picking up his tea. Looking out at the Dromund Kaas rain he tried not to remember relaxing mornings spent with Tuathal, the man who should be sitting opposite him. 

Quinn’s contemplation, because he refused to admit he was sulking over his grief, was interrupted by the loud pounding of feet and a voice yelling his name. He was already standing when Ari burst into his room, panic evident on his face and gasping for breath. 

“What happened Ari?” Quinn asked, his mind supplying countless horrific scenarios.

With Ari the one running for help it was likely something had happened to one of the other children, one of Tuathal’s children. 

“Uncle Mal, hurry,” the boy gasped, leaning with his hand against the doorway. “Zaria’s hurt in the training room.”

Quinn didn’t remember sprinting out of his room as soon as the words were out of Ari’s mouth, or that he took the stairs two at a time – something he often got after the boys for doing – only that he needed to get to her as soon as possible. He hadn’t stopped to ask how she was hurt, or the severity, but could only imagine the worse and it made him feel sick as he ran. He was their doctor and he didn’t think he could live with himself if something happened to any of them.

He was in a state of total panic by the time he reached the training room. It wasn’t until he saw Nuada holding his baby sister, Bridae close by, and her blood dripping down into her lap and coating his hand that he was able to push the panic down and get into what Tuathal had once lovingly called “medic mode”. Quinn crossed the room quickly, barely hearing Nuada’s panicked explanations and the twins crying as he visually assessed her injuries.  

Kneeling next to the children, Quinn took a quick moment to smile comfortingly at Zaria and brush her hair out of her eyes before motioning for Nuada to move his hand. To his relief the cut on her chin was deep, severing much of the orbicularis oris muscle on her chin but the laceration didn’t cut all the way through to her mouth. She would need stitches and an application of kolto, something for the pain, but she would be okay.

Quinn released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding before looking up at Nuada. “Is anyone else injured?”

The boy shook his head. “No Uncle Mal.”

“Good,” Quinn nodded, taking Zaria into his arms. She grabbed his short tightly, getting blood on the pristine cloth but he didn’t mind. His thoughts were already several steps ahead, thinking out how he was going to treat her wound and trying to decide if he should alert Ma’at right away or if it was better to wait until Zaria was taken care of.

The decision was made for him when he arrived at the infirmary and saw Ari and Pierce waiting for them.

“What happened?” Pierce growled, taking in the blood covering both Quinn and the child in his arms.

“I am not sure,” Quinn answered honestly, ignoring the other man’s hostility. If either of the boys had said, he hadn’t heard in his panicked rush to reach Zaria. “It doesn’t look life threatening but she will need stitches. Alert Lord Ma’at and Talos so I can start treatment.”

If Pierce objected to being ordered about, as he usually did, Quinn ignored him. He had more important things to worry about at the moment. When he reached the exam table and was trying to convince Zaria to let him go so he could work, he looked over his shoulder to see the soldier punching numbers into his holo.

“And keep an eye on the other three, we don’t need anymore injuries today.”

Ma’at’s heart had been in her throat since Pierce had called. She had been a mother for eight years but they had been lucky, injuries and scares few and far between, so getting a call while she was attending to matters in her office that one of her children was hurt, bleeding, and getting stitched up while she was away was a shock. It was a blessing that Talos had been with her, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to pilot her speeder in her current state.

Pierce had assured her Zaria would be okay and that Quinn seemed to have it all in hand but she couldn’t help but worry. Force she wished Tuathal was here, he was always so composed in a crisis and feeling his calm focus when things went wrong always helped steady her. Ma’at was far from alone, her lover in the seat next to her proof enough of that, but it felt so wrong that Zaria’s father couldn’t rush to her side as well when she needed him.

Clutching her hands in her lap, Ma’at tried to force her thoughts anywhere else. The pain of Tully’s loss was still so raw, even after all this time, despite her firm belief that he couldn’t be dead. And then there was the even more troubling thought, if he wasn’t dead what in the galaxy could keep a man like Tuathal Techtmar away from his family?

Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good, and her heart ached at the possible theories for his absence. He could be hurt, or being tortured, right this moment and she wouldn’t know it. Ma’at’s only hope was that he could survive whatever trial he faced and returned to them someday. She’s wait, no matter how long it took.

Talos pulled the speeder into an open space on their penthouse’s balcony and Ma’at was jumping over the side before he had even put the vehicle into park. She hurried into the house, heading straight for the infirmary. She wanted an explanation for how her child had been hurt, but first she needed to see Zaria for herself. She needed to hold her baby and know that she was alright.

Outside the infirmary Nuada and Ari were sitting, the former wearing a shirt stained with blood that made her heart miss a beat, under the watchful eye of Pierce. Bridae was in his arms, and tried to reach for Ma’at when she stopped in front of her son’s. Ma’at smiled tightly at her daughter before looking down at the boys. “Are either of you hurt?”

Neither would look up at her but shook their heads. Satisfied for the moment, she swept past them to see out her other child. She froze just inside the doorway, unprepared for the shock of seeing her baby in a hospital bed, gauze taped to her chin. Her eyes were closed and for one awful, terrible, second Ma’at feared the worse.

“She’s sleeping,” Quinn spoke, breaking Ma’at from her shock. He had been standing at one of the monitors in the room and truthfully the Sith hadn’t noticed his presence.  He moved to stand next to the bed and Ma’at followed, sitting on the edge and running her hand across Zaria’s forehead. “I gave her a mild sedative, to help her sleep though the stitches.”

Ma’at looked up at him. “She will be okay?”

Quinn nodded. “Yes, there may be a small scar but the cut was not deep enough to do any irreparable damage.”

“Oh thank the stars,” Ma’at sighed reaching across the bed to grasp his hand. “Thank you, so much, for being here to take care of her.”

Clearing his throat, Quinn nodded awkwardly. She could almost see the guilt coming off him in waves. Whether he felt guilty for her getting hurt in the first place while he was one of the adults in the house, or because she was aware how much he wanted to tear across the galaxy to look for the man they both loved she didn’t know. Ma’at wasn’t going to ask and force him to admit either one.

Taking her hand back, Ma’at turned back to Zaria and longed to hold her but didn’t want to disturb her rest. “Will she sleep long?”

“A few hours perhaps,” was his reply before he moved back over to his monitor. “I am putting together a low dose of pain medication that won’t be too strong for her for when she wakes.”

“Good.” Ma’at stood, wanting nothing more than to stay there with her baby but knowing she needed to address the boys in the hall and learn how Zaria ended up injured.

When she exited the infirmary Talos was there, Bridae now in his arms and Pierce leaning against the wall with his eyes fixed on the still sheepish boys. Talos looked to her the moment she was in view, the question already on his lips.

“Is she okay?” Ma’at’s heart soared at the concern in his voice. There weren’t enough words to express how much it meant to her that Talos loved and cared for all of her children as much as he did Ari. It wasn’t ideal, raising three children without their father present, and having him there to help fill that role was a blessing. He could never replace Tully, not as their father or as her husband, but he was always there when she needed him.

Ma’at smiled as she nodded. “Yes, she’s sleeping at the moment. I’m going to sit with her,” she said before turning her attention to her sons, “once I get an explanation.”

The hallway settled into silence as they waited, the boys fidgeting uncomfortably where they sat. She gave them a few minutes to see if one of them would volunteer to speak up before clearing her throat. “Anytime now.”

Nuada stood slowly and Ari followed his lead. Finally they looked up and Ma’at frowned at the pained expressions on her face. Whatever had happened, it was clear the boys felt terrible about it.

“I’m so sorry mother,” Nuada said, “it really was an accident.”

Ari nodded his agreement. “I tried to get her out of the way, I was too slow.”

Taking pity on them, Ma’at placed a hand on both of their shoulders and guided them back to the bench before kneeling in front of them. “I know you wouldn’t hurt Zaria on purpose, I never once thought so. Just please, tell me everything.”

When all was said and done, the boys were grounded from watching their favorite holotoons for the next two weeks for getting into Talos’ things and playing with dangerous weapons. During that part of their day Ma’at decided they would instead start training with practice sabers. If they were so anxious to start combat training that they would sneak off to do it unsupervised she hoped official training would deter them from trying it again. Between Ma’at, Ashara, Xalik and Jaesa they could more than make up for Tuathal not being able to start their training himself.

And Ma’at would hold on to the hope that he would return to finish it.

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5) help for Ma'at/Tully and twins

micro story prompt list. I need to look up the word “micro” but oh well.

These girls are the twins, Zaria on the left and Bridae on the right however for this fic they are still children.

This is set farther into the future than any of the Sithy Bunch we have posted so far, when Tuathal is the Outlander leading the Alliance and trying to fit back into their family after missing the last five years. Ma’at and Bridae are @cinlat‘s characters.

When Ma’atstepped up to the railing beside her husband he didn’t acknowledge her otherthan to wrap his arm around her waist. She peered over the edge to see what hadso captured his attention. Below in the mostly empty hanger their daughters,Bridae and Zaria, were playing. There wasn’t much for a couple of six-year-oldkids to do here but those two always found a way to amuse themselves in theOdessen base.

Today theywere playing hide and go seek between the supply crates and parked vehicles.  Ma’at smiled as Bridae managed to sneak up onZaria from the other side of the speeder she was hiding behind and tackle herto the ground. As they rolled around, giggling and screeching with childishjoy, she looked at Tuathal to see that instead of the smile she expected he wasfrowning.

“Tully? What’swrong sweetheart?”

He turned hishead to look at her, frown deepening and pulling at the still healing scars onhis face. “They are just so big, it’s hard to accept that those are my girls. Ishould have-” Tuahtal sighed and turned back to watch the girls again. “Ishould have been there to help you raise them. I failed them, I couldn’t evendo the most basic aspect of fatherhood and bethere for them.”

Tuathalstepped away from Ma’at and folded his arms tightly across his chest, fingers digginginto the fabric of his jacket. Her heart hurt at the sight. Having Tuathal backwas like a dream come true. Losing her husband, the father of three of herchildren, had been one of the hardest things she had ever experienced. For herthat nightmare was over but for Tully is was still in living color.

Despite thefive years in stasis stopping him from aging naturally, the weight of loss andresponsibility on his shoulders made her husband look far older than he truly was.It was another way he had changed from the man she remembered. He was quieter,slower to laugh and, though he tried to hide it, she knew he questioned his ownjudgment more than he had before.

But underthe pain and doubt in his eyes Ma’at could still see him. The man who caught her on the academy stairs, who believed inher when no one else did. The man she married, who didn’t presume to own herand allowed her to take a lover – something any other Sith would haveforbidden. She loved him and would have loved him for the rest of her life evenif he had truly died.

Moving to standin front of him, Ma’at gently pulling his fingers off his arms. His grip hadturned his knuckles white with how strong he was holding himself and she wouldn’tbe surprised to find bruises there when they retired for the night. Tuathal lether unfold his arms and lace her fingers between his without a word.

“You didn’tfail any of us,” she said softly, looking up into his eyes to make sure he waslistening. “You were doing the right thing, trying to make the galaxy a saferplace for everyone – especially our children. That’s a parent’s job isn’t it?Protecting their babies?”

Tuathal squeezedher hands before sighing heavily. “Thank you, my love but they don’t see itthat way, do they? Nuada still won’t even talk to me and the girls still go toTalos before me every time. It feels like I lost them.”

Ma’at had toconsider her response carefully, because he wasn’t entirely wrong. She had doneeverything she could to make sure Nuada remembered his father and that thegirls knew who he was. On some level she was sure they recognized him from theholos she had shown them and the stories she had told, but for their conscious lifetimeTalos had filled the role of father in their home. That wasn’t an easy dynamicto change. “They just need time Tully, Nuada will understand someday and whenthe girls are a bit older this won’t be so confusing for them.” She reached upto cup his face, gently guiding him down so she could press a kiss to his foreheadand then his lips. “Talos was there for them when you couldn’t be, but you are their father. Nothing will ever changethat.”

Smiling sadly,Tuathal wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her tight against hischest. Burying his face into her thick hair he tried to hold back the tearsthat had started to form in his eyes. He’d never cried so much in his life thanin the last few months and there weren’t words to express how grateful he wasfor Ma’at’s love and patience through them.

He was stillsearching for words when the sound of feet pounding on the catwalk toward themmade him pull away quickly, wiping at his face. Behind him he could hear thetwins running up to them, calling out to Ma’at for her attention. He tried notto let it hurt that there were no cries of “daddy” amid their “mommy, mommy,mommy” chant.

“What is itgirls?” Ma’at asked as he turned, satisfied no trace of his emotions lingeredon his face.

“We want icecream,” Bridae announced as Zaria bounced next to her, nodding furiously.

“Pleasemommy?” they asked together in almost perfect unison that made Tuathal smile. Thetwo girls were astonishingly similar, the only physical different between themthe small scar on Zaria’s chin. He was ashamed to admit it was the only way heknew which of his daughters was which.

Ma’at eyedthem carefully, making a show of considering their question before turning toher husband. “What do you think, should we let them spoil their dinner?”

Both girls’eyes widened as they turned to him, unsure if he was going to agree or not.

Tuathal hadto force himself not to smile as he hummed thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Thatdepends, can your mother and I have some too?” His response made the girls squealwith delight as they agreed that “of course” they could, and he couldn’t helpbut laugh at their enthusiasm. He gestured behind them, “let’s go then.”

Expectingthe girls to run off ahead of their parents, Tuathal was surprised when Zariastopped after a few steps and turned around. “You’re strong right daddy?”

Tuathalalmost stumbled midstep at her question, the first time he had heard her callhim daddy since she was a toddler. “Fairlystrong, why?” he asked, pushing the shock and joy away to focus on hisdaughter.

“Mommy andpapa say we are getting to big to carry, can you carry me?”

Bridae, whohad stopped several feet past where Zaria was standing hurried back to them. “Nofair, I want to be carried too!”

Not missingthe smile on Ma’at’s face, Tuathal walked over to the girls and knelt on oneknee in front of them. “I bet you an extra scoop of ice cream that I can carryboth of you.”

The girlsexchanged a look before Bridae asked, “and sprinkles?”

Tuathalnodded. “And sprinkles,” he said, holding his arms out to his sides. “Comehere.”

Giggling thegirls ran over to him, each standing on either side. Tuathal wrapped his armsaround them, reveling in the feel of his girls in his arms. Making sure hisarms where under their thighs and that they were holding on to him, he stood inone easy motion. When he had first been rescued from Zakuul he wouldn’t havebeen able to do this, but he was pleased to see his health and muscle mass hadrecovered enough that the girls were hardly a burden.

Glancingover his shoulder to send a quick smile Ma’at’s way, he started the long walkto the cantina to get his daughters their ice cream.

He’d evengive them the sprinkles whether they won the bet or not.

[cinlat]

OC Kiss Week - Day 3

For OC Kiss Week, I’ve chosen to do one romantic, and one platonic kiss. Below are the previous days. Enjoy!

Day One|Day Two

Prompt: being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward (Ma’at/Talos) Word Count: 285

Talos let out a shaky breath. He’d known a few Sith, and all had appeared at a distance to be exactly like his brother. It was one of the many reasons why Talos had chosen the career path as a reclamations officer. Force users had little interest in the search, only the results. Talos could carry on in relative safety while his superiors dealt with the more volatile members of the Empire.

Talos had been so nervous to meet Lord Ma’at when word reached him that a Sith had been directed to Hoth. He remembered the day clearly, when she lowered the fur lined, white hood to display a plethora of wild, black curls. When she smiled, Talos felt all of his apprehension melt away. What had followed was a complicated mission that led them all over the planet’s frozen surface. With each new detour, Talos knew that his Sith would reveal herself to be the impatient creatures that haunted his childhood dreams.

Instead, Talos found himself constantly guiding Mistress Stasmas back on track as she sought out the rumors of shipwrecks, ruins, and artifacts not pertinent to her mission. Talos grew giddier with each passing moment, sure that he’d found the one woman in all of the Empire who understood his love of history.

“Breathe,” Ma’at whispered, her lips ghosting against Talos’s as she laughed. “Otherwise, I fear that you might pass out.”

Talos opened his eyes with a wide grin. “How can I?” He asked, daring to lift a hand to brush the hair away from her cheek. “When you’ve stolen my heart so completely.” Golden eyes lit with joy, and Talos knew that he couldn’t let this woman, this Sith, leave Hoth without him.

A/N: So while this drabble actually takes place when they are much younger...it never really changes. 

Prompt: “You’re a terrible liar.” (Ari/Twins) Word Count: 297

“Whatcha’ doin’?”

Ari cursed and slammed the case closed. Carefully, he pushed it back under his father’s workbench before turning to face his sisters. “Nothing.”

Matching sets of golden eyes looked first at each other, then back at him. Ari had always hated that scrutinizing stare from his mother, but when combined with their grins...a shiver ran the length of his spine. “What do you want?”

Ari shouldn’t have snapped at them, and he recognized the mistake when Bridae’s smile widened, then Zaria’s eyebrow twitched. They were only nine years old, Ari wouldn’t let himself be cowed no matter what devious plan the two concocted. “Can’t you go bug Mal, or maybe Nuada?”

With a synchronization that terrified Ari, the girls crossed their arms. Bridae began a slow circle around him while Zaria spoke. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass,” Ari replied, refusing to look at Bridae, but keeping her in his peripheral.

“What do you think?” Zaria asked when her sister came back around. “Should we let him off the hook?”

Bridae’s lips twitched. “For a price.” Ari rolled his eyes, and she kept going. “We get to sit in on your next lightsaber drills, and you have to teach us how to hold one.”

Ari’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not my choice.” Zaria shrugged as she started to turn. He should have let her go, but something in the way Bridae glanced at his hiding spot said they’d make him regret it. Ari sighed. “Fine, I’ll figure something out.”

With happy squeals, two sets of arms wrapped around Ari’s neck, and his cheeks pressed in from both sides as the girls showered him with playful kisses. “You’re our favorite brother,” Bridae grinned.

“Until Nuada sweetens the deal,” Zaria finished.

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Bridae and Zaira Techtmar came into existence tonight. Really it was only a matter of time after @cinlat and I decided our Sithy Bunch needed a set of spunky, trouble making Force blind girls. They didn’t need to take up Bounty Hunting but after their “step-dad” (because it’s a complicated family tree, that’s the easiest title to give him atm) Quinn lectured them about getting a hobby or job of some sort to do something with their lives (and give him a moment of peace) this was what they chose. The big brother’s were not thrilled (they just know this is going to cause trouble for them down the line) and their parents think it’s wonderful and are very proud of their little girls.

Bridae has the mohawk and inherited their mother’s beauty mark, Zaira has longer hair and a scar on her face. Other than that and the shades of makeup they wear, they are totally identical and take advantage of that at every possible opportunity.