#cahira

[macolegacy]

Cahira putting makeup on najilah like that one gay meme!! I just think it's neat 💄💋

what jedi r usually up to. of course <3

[smoozie]

hi hi!!! i notice you rb a whole lotta oc stuff and i actually. have no idea who your ocs are sorry dsjlghndsljkgh

if you dont mind id like to hear what you have to say abt them so i can actually participate in those "ask abt my ocs pls" things!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hrggghh YES THANK YOU!!

I did one of these a while ago but it's been a hot minute, all OCs I talk abt on here are from the same world so don't worry abt aus or anything

Coira: technically the main character, kinda, major bitch, super girl boss, princess, mom is highkey toxic, can run in heels, dragon motif, fangs, hot as fuck, will kill you

Coen: Coira's brother (twin), sweet baby, does his best, good, lonely, misses sister, tired of castle, kinda kickstarts the story? Eh idk its rough rn, he's a good dude and @winter-jay-official and @hootyloveclub love him, I need to redesign him, has strong magic (in theory) but refuses to use it

Trynn: lower class, adopted into royal fam, hates royal fam, runs away all the time, orphaned at young age, chaotic, likes to fuck with people, dry sense of humor, super powerful could kill you

Synne: besties with Trynn, has like 5 younger siblings (exact number is iffy), loves to get in fights, lots of scars, antagonizes people (Coira), actually great sister, rough exterior, no magic, poor

Saar: seems like a sweetheart, slightly mischievous, very messy, loud, would bite you but feels too bad to, makes her own clothes, mirabel, lots of bright colors, cannot bake to save her life (bakes a lot)

Andrew: Saar's older bro, caretaker, weak magic, no mom :(, kinda bossy, calmer than literally everyone else, the chill in the group, doesn't hate anyone, very loyal

Cahira: Andrew's bestie, big sis energy, Luisa, very strong physically, weak magic (can heal tho), just realized I created Luisa but before disney and slightly off but still, head strong, wants to keep everyone safe all the time

Mika: high class, lonely, doesn't talk to people, only friend is Coira (not really friends), no mom just dad, very high standards, very powerful but not applied, awkward, comes off as rude at times, human interaction skill level -1, loves flowers

Koda: former popular girl, kinda disappeared for a few years, sort of friends with the group??, Andrew is her only connection, oldest, stunning, pretty powerful, secretive, kind of an outcast within the group, avoids most people, smth's off abt her no one's figured it out yet tho

That's off the top of my head without having touched this guys in a hot minute tho, some of that shit I made up on the fly but it's all good

So yeah, those are them <3

[sheepnasleep]

more fashion designer/model au for these gals!!!

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i realized y’all havent met my nevarsen prep characters! This is old art, I haven’t drawn them in a hot minute, but I thought I should share

[cahirathegoldendrake]

A Xenoverse oc?

Just throwing this out there. But my DBZ oc is paired with Vegeta; how about the Xenoverse oc being their great great grandchild? This is inspired by a fanfic I found on Archive.

It would be funny to see their reaction to Cahira and Vegeta's early relationship. Plus it would interesting to see how their genes affect their strength; cause they could have some more ejderhalar genes or human genes. The possibilities are endless! I need some input!

[emotionaldepravity]

Day 11: Space

This is obviously a modern/ university AU piece. 

Cahira pulled her laptop out of her backpack so she could properly type up the results from her current experiment.

  “I have to ask, why is your background Galaxy themed? I know you aren’t that into the space aesthetic. Why isn’t it an anime character or something?”

Lloyd had already finished with his part for today, and he couldn’t help but wonder why she never seemed to express her interests on her laptop. Even he had some stickers on his, and his background was of his family. It just seemed odd to him that she didn’t customize her stuff like everyone else seemed to.

  “So here is the deal. As much as I’d love to run around with half naked guys as my background, but come on, we both know that people are going to look at me weird if I don’t have something inoffensive.”

Lloyd laughed.

  “You aren’t wrong, but why that specifically. You could have just gone with the default you know.”

She minimized Excel to see the current picture. It was of a blue nebula surrendered and consisting of many bright stars.

  “I guess, but I love how soothing and pretty galaxies are. The fact that it changes sometimes makes me happy too. It is like a little break to see it in between assignments.”

She opened up her Spreadsheet as she continued to transfer the data.

  “That’s fair. And of course, you wouldn’t want to give the Professor the wrong impression about you when you are having those private lab sessions,” the GA teased.

She was a bit shocked. Was it that obvious to tell just how close she had gotten with Walhart?

  “Don’t worry, I won’t tell, but you two really should be careful. Just because he isn’t grading you anymore doesn’t mean you can’t get in trouble.”

Her face was on fire. How much did he really know? Was it possible that he knew the number of rules you had broken?

  “I don’t know why you think I’m interested in him, but I assure you its nothing like that. I’m sorry if you think he is giving me special treatment.”

  “Uh huh. Whatever you say Cahira. I’m sure that no one can tell just how intently you listen to him, or tell the fact that he likes to give you the more interesting parts for the experiments. Or that he likes to keep his hand on your thigh at conferences or how you are his plus one to special overnight events. I could go on, but this is all I have to say: just don’t fly to close to the sun. Icarus and I both know just how fucked up this can all get if you aren’t careful.”

Lloyd closed his notepad and put away his cleaned beakers. Yes, he knew very well how bad it could get for her if she didn’t try to keep her relationship more private.

[uldren-sov]

raze

Just a story about first meetings and a "Sacking" (part 2 electric boogaloo ft. Tython)

Cahira and Nivon are both @s0tc‘s and she’s trusted me with her characters and her idea for some reason d: im super grateful. Elora is mine

Cameos by Rayneal and Karo Caya who are also not mine. They belong to a friend not on tumblr and @damarlegacy

This is a long one bois.

She heard stories about Coruscant, how terrifying it was, how devastating it was. It was always told at her - because it’s not like she ever asked - by old Masters, with old views, who had a little too much of a hang up on the classics on even the best of days. She knew where she was during the Sacking, every citizen of the Republic did, but she had a hard time believing the old masters talk about that day. Nothing that horrible could actually happen like they said, right? There’s just no way.

That was before the shadow that fell over her sparring spot was just a little too angular to be a cloud as shrouded the whole practice ring; before that terrible, mechanical, cloud started raining electric-red fire. The explosions were unreal, it was hard for her to stand - everything pitched in her mind and on the ground. She did finally look up like a bird during a rainstorm.

A lifetime on dingy Corellian-built ships made her aware of the threat of Imperial battlecruisers and capital ships. She never saw one herself and four years into being a Jedi she absolutely didn’t think she’d see one now.

She started running towards the temple proper. All she could think of was running and, well, maybe how she was due some “I told you so’s” from about a half dozen Jedi Masters.They were right, nothing compared to the terror of being in a full-scale Imperial attack.

The ground seemed like it was going to jump up and eat her with how much it shook and split beneath her feet. She shouldered her braid out of the way as she shot a look over her shoulder. A small team of evacuees, or that’s what they called a group of teenage Padawans, and her friend Nivon pounded right after her through the grounds to the eastern forest. They were escorting? Escaping? To a safe zone. As the anti-air batteries started rising from the ground, breaking and shaking like those imperial fighter ships were, Cahira couldn’t help but think no place was a “safe-zone.”

And what could they do about this? In all this panic and destruction what could they possibly do?

That’s right, they could save some lives that’s what they could do.

So, that’s what she was doing. She told those masters back at the Temple as much before she started running towards the woods with the little sparring class of 9 mini-Jedi she and her friend Nivon were teaching. Sprinting, catching branches on her face and robes as she had to duck back and straighten one of the teenagers up after tripping. The trees groaned before they just shattered with blaster impacts from the air runs of the Imperial fighters, some of the kids behind her were screaming, it was hard to hear over the chaos and her own ears ringing most of the time. She ran until her feet started to hurt, until their feet started hurting, until Nivon could finally stop shielding them from trees and earth exploding around them.

They were maybe just ten minutes out when they found their first landing party.

Landing squad?

The name didn’t matter, what did was the some 12 big, bad, Imperial troopers in full armor leveling blaster rifles at him as they got to a clearing. Years ago this might have been the end of her, this many guns with this little cover? Would have killed her a thousand times over. For a moment that fear took hold.

She felt her sabers at her hips and she tore off the fear as took the hilts in her hands, and stepped into the clearing.

The Imperials, though, didn’t fire. Not yet. A few moments of tense silence stretched between them.

“Put your blasters down!” she finally yelled, holding her arm out so the younger Jedi and Nivon wouldn’t follow her into the clearing. “Put them down, go back to your ship, and all of us might make it out of here today! Alive!”

To their credit they hesitated. Some of them looked to some woman at the end of their formation. She was tall, more red on her armor, better quality too, maybe. Their commander? Probably. There was a tense moment between them where maybe, just maybe, they could have listened. Their commander shouldered the rifle and, well, that was the end of that.

They opened fire.

There might have been something like “Jedi! Get them!” yelled but she was watching blaster fire, and striking it back at them as she made her approach. When she trained and fought other Imperials it had been smaller groups, the fact that she could catch and reflect as many as she was was testament to how far she’s come if she did say so herself. For every shot intended for her heart she sent it right back at theirs, their own violence would be their undoing – not hers. Not today. She found a calm, a singular moment where she could ignore her growing aches and pains. She fought through it.

They had twelve, they were now at seven, all of them had their own blaster shots back at their blasters or in their shoulders and arms. Sending one last blaster right back into the barrel of a rifle, destroying it and taking the soldier out of commission. And then there were six. She finally ignited her second blade and took to the offensive, rushing in under heavy, deflected, blasterfire. Through the hail of red she saw a singular, electric, dart coming her way. Spinning and sending it right back she watched as a soldier just beside their commander suddenly catch the barb in the seam of their armor and stiffened hard, choking out pained, strained, yells as they collapsed against the grass. Well. That gave her an idea.

She spun her blade, cutting through the rifle which exploded in an Imperial’s hands before she continued battering most of the shots away from her. She got caught in the thigh, in the shoulder, but she didn’t have time for pain. Not right now. Dodging and countering, but careful of the Imperials themselves she cut through their rifles and disabled the soldiers. Six turned into four which turned into one, those she had gotten up close with all of them and she was able to knock out five of them by flinging them into the ground, against a tree, or just hitting them with the back of her saber. The rest? … Well this was a war.

Their commander drew out a wicked vibroblade which crackled with a sickening red arc around it. She might not ever shake that sound from her head as it repelled her lightsaber - like metal falling into an idling engine wash. She couldn’t say it was much of a fight, she was repelled twice before she blocked an overhead strike high with her left and dropped her other saber. Using the Force to pulling that stun gun on the fallen soldier’s hand, she fired the stunning round at the Imperial. The crackles of electricity across the commander’s body almost matched her vibroblade as she eventually fell back into a stiff heap like her soldiers.

“All right! Should be g-” she felt, what was once a presence off in the distance now a massive cloud of bad news just about ten feet away in the treeline.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings,” came a sickening voice. It was all the warning she got before a blur of black and red was upon her. She barely had time to get her sabers up before she was parrying attacks. She heard a couple of the Padawans scream at the sight.

The Sith, their actual commander, she guessed, had that telltale sickly skin tone, the gaunt face, the intense red eyes. Ugly sonnuvabitch with slicked back blonde hair. She shoulder checked him and pushed him back to regain her footing and reset.  This wasn’t the first time she’s faced off against a Sith, but it was the first Sith she’s faced off here on Tython. No. Stay calm. Now’s not the time to lose her cool.

She readied her stance, one blade in a high guard above her head the other held not quite as high and at a forty-five degrees. The Sith held a high pointed to the side and fist brought up almost in a guard.

She was hoping he’d do that.

He rushed forward with a sudden, precise overhead strike. She parried it handily and already was countering with a saber to his side. He blocked down and struck again she caught it and caught him in the side. He backed up, surprise and outrage written all over his gross face. Oh, this was going to be good.

Honestly, she knew relative to the rest of the Jedi here and even most of the Sith that she was a newbie but she time and time again could prove she could hold her own. And it didn’t take a Master to remember that Shien trumped Juyo, like, most of the time. As fast and as hard as the Sith was striking she caught all of them handily, in one hand, and she was able to counter his attacks just as easily, with her other. Not easily, she was still fighting for her life, but it wasn’t as bad as it could be. She caught the Sith in the side, in the leg, in the arm, the molten streak on his armor showed every place she caught him. Despite the cuts, though, he just seemed to come back faster and harder. That’s Juyo for you. Shit.

Speaking of, she got her sabers knocked away and side-stepped away just in time to just catch a glancing blow across her torso by his own lightsaber. She hissed, maybe she wasn’t cut in half due to her armor but damn if it didn’t burn like a mother-

She caught his blade again with hers and locked it in a stalemate between their faces. She had to extinguish a saber to grab the one locked with two hands, ordinarily she probably could have held him off with one hand but him all hopped up on the Dark Side? Better safe than sorry.

“Your people, your temple, your planet will burn!” he snarled. It made her stomach twist, or maybe that was just the second degree burns there.

“You first!” she growled right back. Fuck this. She let go of her hilt with a hand once she held him to a standstill, got her other, and just stabbed him clean through his chest right through his heart - if he even had one. For a second he looked startled, maybe even afraid. For a second she was sorry for him, for the life she had to take. But in the next second he tried to retaliate, a swing she easily parried, and there was only malice and hate left in his eyes and in what she sensed even in his final moments. What a pity. A damn shame.

Either way he crumpled to a heap as soon as she pulled her sabers from him and disengaged. She grabbed at the still warm gash in her armor for a second before she remembered there was an audience of terrified little teens behind her. And Nivon.

“All right! Should be good, now!” She waved them over and managed a smile. It was a huge lie, but for right now? At least the immediate issue was dealt with. The teens started, hesitantly, going forward again without Nivon as he lagged behind. “Cahira, thank you, I know you would be able to handle them while I made sure the young ones were safe…” but with a glance off toward the forest and a hesitance in his voice, he didn’t sound too convinced or too sure of himself. She took him by the shoulders. “Hey, it worked out. We can’t start second guessing ourselves out here! We have to get out of here and to safety. Then we have time to go back and talk and everything, all right?” she affirmed and while the mask hid most of his features … well, he nodded. She’ll take it, even half-confidence was some confidence.  Nivon was certainly more of a healer than a fighter, same couldn’t be said for her. She was happy to fight while he looked after the little ones right then and also the next time this happened because there’s always going to be a “next time”. Her wound flared up and she hissed again quietly.

“Let me see to your wounds,” he said as he approached her with hands outstretched.

“We don’t have time,” she said as she gently put his hands down. The hailstorm of orbital blaster fire didn’t stop, wasn’t stopping, anytime soon which only meant more Imperials were on their way to scorch the earth; level the Temple just like that Sith said. She couldn’t worry about that, she had to at least save the survivors in her care then she could worry about the rest. She whistled to get the kids’ attention and then started running once again. They must have run for, she actually didn’t know, it felt like half of forever but was probably something like fifteen minutes. That firestorm was mostly behind them, now it was just up to making sure no outlying landing parties found them, and making sure no one got left behind. The route was easy to follow, they were just off one of the main rivers that flowed near the Temple and were following it away, which gave them thankfully soft ground to cover their footsteps. Some of the kids tripped on the underbrush and the lost precious seconds in getting away from the battle but as one more fell on a root into the tall grass of the forest Cahira felt a ping just at the edge of her senses. It was something her gut told her was trouble. She unceremoniously shoved the young Jedi she was helping up back into the dirt. “Shh! There’s something coming,” her heart was racing but, honestly it was probably from all the running. For a second she thought she was overthinking things until Nivon looked with unseeing eyes in the exact direction her senses felt that presence. She was ready to take on a whole other platoon if she had to. Dammit, she should have taken their stun gun. Giving a last check over her students she gave a motion for them to stay low in the brush.  Whatever it was it was coming at them from the direction they needed to go, and fast.

Her stomach turned if only for a moment, again - might have been the burns, she might not have as good of senses as others but she knew a bad feeling when she felt it. Her gut told her “Sith” but at least there was only the one. So far. She exhaled low and nodded to herself.

“All right! I got this,” she said and just as she was about to jump out of the cover of the forest to the bank of the river a hand gripped her arm.

“You protected us last time. This is just the one. Rest, be ready to move,” Nivon then leaned in to drop his voice, “they need you.” She was torn, she very nearly stood up to rush off but Nivon’s logic unfortunately made sense. She wasn’t quite over her fight with that troop of Imperials and Sith and this wasn’t about her. This was about the kids they were trying to save, not about her pride or ability. So she just, with a stony face and set jaw, nodded and sat tight behind a tree as Nivon gave her arm a squeeze. 

“Thank you, Hira. This will be over soon,” he assured and made his way down a small bank to a clearing where the treeline was thinner and the river’s edge was just some thirty feet away. Both of their heads snapped up as, further up stream there was a sudden burst of a presence on their radar, she’d lost track of it for a couple of moments there. A blur of black and red made its way across shale rocks that marked the edge of a small waterfall. Running, jumping, flipping, to reach their side, and as that laughter she heard? The knot in her stomach lessened if only a little as they made their way down the side of the falls acrobatically before landing high on a large, dead, withered tree. The tree itself started to crack and finally come free of the moss-covered rocks it had it’s gnarled roots tangled up in.

With a crash it fell scattered onto the riverbed and the person in black, had balanced themselves through the fall and just … stopped. Did they sense them? No way. They were still a ways off but from her higher-up vantage she spied them turning their face up in the direction of the sun. It was weirdly wrong to see, but no more wrong than them taking a full, deep, breath of air before jumping off what remained of the tree trunk with another flipping flourish. Was that Sith just sunning themselves and breathing their air? Weird to be possessive about air, but here she was.

The Sith seemed to be human, female, with thick black hair and tanned skin - she couldn’t make out more details beyond just how wrong her eyes looked from this far away. She felt better about Nivon’s chances now, she didn’t seem as corrupted as the first Sith so she probably wasn’t as strong.

What was weirdest though, was how the other Sith they saw was with a small incursion team. So, why was this one alone? Didn’t matter because from how fast she was running to her casual stroll by the river now, safe to say she didn’t miss them. Dammit.

“You know, it’ll just be easier if you come on out!” she suddenly called and Hira heard the scared shifts of the Padawans from their hiding space. Her senses might not have been as sharp as the others but - she didn’t seem so tough even this close. 

“You lot might be trained to have patience, but I most certainly have not,” she started walking closer, now more into the riverbank towards the treeline. She fought against that urge to go forward herself but she had to follow the plan, Nivon was in the best position to take this one on, not her. She knew even if he was weaker at dueling, Nivon was probably their best bet here.

Besides, she can’t risk the Padawans, she just couldn’t. Which is why Nivon presented himself, striding out with his chin level with the ground from the trees. Please be safe, she hoped, this Sith didn’t feel too tough but any Sith is dangerous.

“See? Not so difficult was it?” came the teasing, female, Imperial cadence.

“No need for me to tell you how grossly you are trespassing, Sith,” Nivon said, marching to face her. “I am just the tip of the iceberg for the resistance you have yet to face.” From this close now, Cahira saw the Sith grin and put her hands up before her shoulders.

“Well! I’ve come all this way, I might as well surrender and start learning All Stars Burn As One, shouldn’t I? Can you hum a few bars for me?”

What an asshole! Didn’t Korriban beat all that out of the Sith?

“If you do surrender, Sith,” Nivon continued on forcefully, the nerve of her, “you’ll be afforded every chance to heal, every chance at redemption.” Nivon drew out the hilt to his saberstaff.

“You talk peace yet draw your lightsaber, those are certainly some mixed signals,” the Sith dropped her hands and spread them, palms-up. “Nonetheless, I offer you similarly, Jedi. Put down your weapon, surrender, and I can assure you that may yet see the end of the day.

If you do not, your life is forfeit.” 

Nivon didn’t let that hammer drop any louder than it already had, good for him.

“You have a high opinion of yourself, how many full-fledged Jedi Knights have you faced?”

“Truly? I’ve lost count. But, I can assure you, I have never met a Knight I could not kill,” she seemed to smile “I am certain that, with all your Knightly prowess, you know I speak true. So, this begs the question: how is that false bravado of yours holding up?” Hira stiffened a little in alarm. Wait, what? Even before they fought, that SIth who ambushed her after the fight with the Imperials felt like serious bad news, not this one though. So, what’s she talking about?

“Enough! Your incursion ends here Sith, you leave me with no choice to fight in order to defend my home. You won’t get past me, you won’t get to the Temple, and you won’t get to the Padawans.”

“Now … who said anything about Padawans?” She drew her hilt. Nivon ignited his yellow saber and held it across his body while the red blade ignited and she held it low and away from her body leaving it open.

Her nerves just seemed to kick in and the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end. A shiver rolled down her spine and her hands twitched with a need. She wanted to fight this Sith, she didn’t know what it was but her words, her casual style just pissed her off all of a sudden. Her stomach burn didn’t seem all that important in the wake of this aggression. She almost moved out of her cover before she stopped herself. Where did all this even come from? This wasn’t like her. She looked toward the Sith, was this because of her?

“You want to protect your Temple? Bloody, get on with it then,” and she saw white teeth as she grinned at Nivon. Shit, this feeling really was from her wasn’t it? That’s scary and this wasn’t good. Ugly didn’t make her feel like this and when she focused inward to fight this she gulped, Ugly didn’t feel like this Sith did - Ugly didn’t even come close. She looked around her and suddenly had to concentrate to keep all the Padawans in their cover, keeping them down, trying to let her calm bleed into them with the Force since she heard them shifting - probably due to that same blood lust kind of feeling. Hell, it even felt like the earth was vibrating underneath them with all this adrenaline suddenly pumping in her system.

Thankfully Nivon giving off a yell might have kept the Sith’s attention away from the moving brush before there was a clash of lightsabers. Nivon probably had the advantage just by saberstaff versus the SIth’s single lightsaber, especially with how simple the Sith was parrying and attacking. Or at least she hoped, though she recognized the style when the Sith would extend a hand to push or pull Nivon away or towards her and he’d have to be quick on his feet and with his blade to deflect it. Nivon had a good chance at this. The Sith had to dodge a lot of the secondary strikes from the staff which was so good, maybe it tired her out faster. But then she would, instead of dodging fully out of the way, catch Nivon with a jab, with a knee, with a kick, and even a headbutt to send him staggering back a few steps.

She rushed forward at that and for a second Cahira thought this was the end of her friend. The Sith switched her grip to hold her blade backwards, it protected her body and deflected a blow as she sprung off the trunk of a tree, turned and caught Nivon in the side of the face with an arcing kick. It sent him to the ground and his lightsaber turned off as it fell out of his hand. Instead of administering the death blow, though, the Sith stalked away, walking to the far side of the clearing on this riverbank. As immediate the relief was to see Nivon wasn’t killed - this was just too weird.

“Get up! You said you wanted to defend your home then do so! Fight for it! I didn’t come all this way to be disappointed!” She stopped and faced him again, giving Nivon time to get back to his feet. “Unless that’s all your capable of.” She saw those same white teeth when the Sith grinned.

“Come on, Nivon you can do this,” she whispered as she watched her friend call his staff back to his hand and then clip it back to his waist. He stood at a shoulder stance and held his hands close together, like he was holding an imaginary ball. He may not be strong with a blade but he was strong with the Force. She felt the draw he was summoning to his hands as an almost windy distortion surrounded his fingertips. Oh, this was going to be good - Sith wasn’t going to know what hit her.

There was a wind up, then the pitch, and the distortion she saw covered nearly the whole of the clearing - the Sith couldn’t avoid it if she tried. She smiled to herself, it may have been dicey for a second but… The Sith didn’t try to hide, though or get out of the way. Um, what? Instead she adopted a wider stance and sank into it, brought a hand up before her, and chambered her saber further behind her back. With a yell she slashed high and horizontally in the air; the energy emitted wasn’t simply distorted, it was nearly visible. Crackling with lightning, tinted red with the Dark side, she chased after it. The two energies met, the Sith’s more concentrated slash cutting through the broad telekinetic push from Nivon. Cahira’s heart sank in an instant. With a spin and a jump the Sith, back facing the ground, found the gap made with her attack through the push, and vaulted through the attack. Unharmed.

The Sith made a three-point landing the other side of the attack, her own cleaved through a tree behind and above Nivon while the forest bent and broke behind the Sith - he hadn’t fallen any trees but that probably would have been nasty … if it had worked. That rush of anger and aggression Cahira had been fighting off abruptly ended as she watched the Sith pull herself up. Nivon panted softly, still hunched from the effort. Everything felt different now, that was a big gamble from Nivon that he lost out on. Still. It wasn’t hopeless. Not yet.

“Come on, stay up, you got this,” she whispered and tried to stand, her wound in her stomach making itself known again. She had to stay back in hiding, she looked around her as so many sets of young eyes were also watching this unfold.

“My turn,” Cahira heard and she looked back to the duel. The Sith wasn’t grinning anymore. She threw her red blade spinning toward Nivon, sprinted at him, and promptly vanished. Nivon drew his blade and deflected it up above his head. Which is where it was caught, which is where the Sith appeared, only now she with another saber in her hand. Cahira held her hand out and motioned for the Padawans to stay down and really, to look away. It was a flurry of red, the Sith moving so fast with now two lightsabers and a whirlwind of acrobatics it was hard for her to follow just what was happening. She had never really seen that style be used that aggressively or with two blades before.

She didn’t get a chance to see much of it anyways, it was over quickly and the Sith landed between her view and Nivon. She stabbed back and found purchase in his chest, she spun to unfurl herself and slashed high. Cahira looked away but heard the extinguishing of two blades after two thumps of Nivon’s body falling; she knew just what had happened. She clenched her eyes shut and braced herself against her cover. Dammit! She had to look back - if the Sith knew now that they were there? She had to be ready. But instead of finding the woman coming towards them to finish them off she had knelt by Nivon’s body, returned his saberstaff to his limp hand, and crossed it over his chest before drawing his own robe over his body to cover it and the fatal wound.

“No fighter should die without his weapon in hand. Be one with your Force,” being so close, Cahira heard the Sith murmur before standing, pulling some brush to somewhat cover his body before … walking away, walking towards the river. What?

The vibrating she thought was just her own pulse and heartbeat had steadily increased, and now she saw, across the river, small platoons of soldiers marching at double-time by the water and between the trees. Cahira dared to peek out from her tree. She saw the Sith by the water again, as a tall, black-and-white armored figure suddenly alighted beside her, shutting off his jetpack.

“Had your fun? Took us a while to catch up to you,” she heard a deep, male, unaccented voice intone before she held a hand up.

“And what was this about Padawans, my lord Darth?” came a different female voice, the shimmer of a stealth generator fell as a smaller human, Imperial accent, big ass rifle strapped to her back. Oh, shit, this was a Darth?

“Let me be clear that if we come upon any Padawans, young Jedi, or children, I want them unharmed. I will not waste an opportunity to bolster Korriban and rid the Jedi of their next generation of fighters,” the Darth ordered the Imperial who saluted at once.

“Quite the opportunity for them, my lord. Your forces will be notified,” she said. Cahira didn’t miss something telling in her tone and a suddenly casual nod before the brown haired Imperial turned and seemed to grab something like a handle before the stealth generator was engaged once more. The operative disappeared.

The man in armor had brought up a holo display on his gauntlet that was beeping far too much for Cahira’s liking. He tilted his head a little obviously due to his helmet.

“Every kid you come across, that right?” he shut off the radar and she nodded.

“They should be so lucky to be brought to and tested on Korriban rather than their blood, potential, and power be wasted on this planet with the Jedi,” the Darth said with finality.

What?

Alone and wounded she doubted she could stave off the Darth but now with her “forces” catching up? No way were they making it out of here - her breath caught and she held it suddenly.

The Darth had turned and looked straight at her.

She saw the intense, inhuman, glowing, fire tones of her gaze even as she held her there frozen and caught. This was it. She would wind up dead or going to Korriban where she’d be as good as dead. In a smooth motion the Darth turned from her and started walking back in the direction she had been heading, back where Cahira had just came from, back to the Jedi Temple. The armored man engaged his jetpack and followed suit.

What the fuck just happened?

The small army of soldiers, “lesser” Sith - probably, and war machines, all passed them unnoticed and after the longest twenty minutes of her life they were in the clear. They hadn’t been caught, or, well, revealed to anyone else and Nivon’s body remained as it was. She noted the place and had to hurry along the teens in her charge to get moving again. They still had quite the hike ahead of them to get to a safer zone and wait out the fighting. There’s no way the Empire could hold Tython, they just had to tough it out ‘til reinforcements came.

That? She can do. Or die trying.

[lightning-court]

A Visitor and A Spy(ies)

Here you go guys, another beautifully written fic by our darling healer, @lifelillysandmagicwands. It shows more glimpses into our world and it’s members. Enjoy!

Dragons. They weren't kidding when they said the Lightning Court had a lot of them. Kesden had never set foot in this territory before and before he knew it; he was in love. The sweeping valleys, sparkling rivers and pools, the mountains that provided shelter and scenery. They were sights out of fairytales and myths. And the people, cauldron the people were unlike anything he'd ever encountered. Their beauty was vicious and raw, underlined with the power that flowed through their veins. But despite the rumors that told of their cruel and ruthless nature, he had yet to meet one Kimære who was anything like their fearsome tales. The only thing Kesdon found unnerving about them, was their wings. Sure he'd seen plenty of wings in the Night Court, but those in the Lightning Court had the wings of a dragon, magnificent and illustrious. Each person with their own unique coloring, unlike the solid black bat-like wings of the Illyrians. He hated to admit it but he was slightly jealous. Having no wings himself and being someone who very much enjoyed flying, it was a dream of his to fly, even if it was on the back of a dragon. Which was a far easier dream to attain in the Lightning Court then any other. He'd heard whispers of a illegal dragon racing circle in the capital city and decided on a whim to travel there. He planned on returning home in time for Starfall, so he'd only be staying for a month or so.

Currently taking the main trade road to the city of Arach, his journey included hitching rides on the back of dragon pulled carts, staring at the odd plants that grew in the forests, and sleeping in some very pretty trees. But as the days dragged by, Kesdon found the main trail becoming more populated and easier to travel on. Taking this as a sign he was nearing the Capital he eagerly increased his pace. Perhaps after he reached the city he'd find somewhere to have a good meal and a hot bath. Bathing in the streams was lovely, just too cold, and he was beginning to run out of food. What was left would probably last another two days if he was careful.

Lifting his arm to block a branch from hitting his face, Kesdon contemplated removing some of his cloths. The Lightning Court wasn't known to be exceptionally hot, but because they were in the aftermath of a particularly grueling storm, the humidity was getting to him. Deciding to go with his instinct, he quickly pulled his loose yet somehow still too hot shirt over his head, roughly stuffing it back into his pack. Sighing to himself he pulled his hair back into a bun to keep it off his neck as he walked. The road was empty, only Kesdon’s feet making imprints in the soft brown dirt that now coated both his hands and some of his face. The forest however, was anything but quiet. Birds sang, twittering back and forth as small creatures with brightly colored bodies and wings buzzed around, knocking into each other and occasionally, Kesdon.

“They’re fairy dragons, dear” said a passing woman he'd met a day before, cradling a small bundle in her arms and carrying a large bag on her side. Her burgundy and violet wings fluttering slightly as she walked. Kesdon had met dozens of Kimære during his days traveling, all of which had been very kind and welcoming. Reassuring him that he was indeed on the right road and telling him all the best places to visit in the city once he arrived. One man in particular, named Dellphi, who had the most interesting scar on his forearm that resembled an odd flower, told him where to go if he wanted to find out the locations of the dragon racing that month; also encouraging him to be discreet when mentioning dragon racing in the capital, as it was looked down upon by most and after walking a few miles with Kesdon, took a smaller road to his village.

It felt odd being in such a mysterious place so far away from his home and simultaneously feeling like he could stay forever.

Lost in his thoughts, it took Kesdon little over a minute to realize he was no longer alone on the road. Behind him was a group of Kimære, that had suddenly appeared as if they had fallen from the sky. Kesdon mentally smacked himself for being an idiot. Wings- they very well could have fallen from the sky if they could fly.

The group looked no older than him, who was at the ripe age of 22, but then again, knowing the wonkey aging of fae in general, it was likely he was wrong. Wanting to look back again without coming off as creepy, Kesdon turned to pretend to grab something from his bag and snagged a glance at the group. They all wore the same skin tight black body suits, showing off their toned bodies and obvious strength. Two of them were walking, the other three were flying back and forth above them playing some sort of game with a spiky looking rock. Narrowing his eyes and returning them to the road in front of him, he picked up his pace. The last thing he needed was to be hit by whatever that was.

And for a little while he carried on without incident.

Until one of them came sailing over his head with the rock, the other two in hot pursuit. Cheers and yelling erupted from both his front and back. It was safe to say he was more than a little nervous. Sending a quick prayer to the Cauldron, he attempted to shuffle unnoticed into the trees.

“Guys ease up, you're scaring that guy over there!” called out a deep male voice from the group that was walking. Freezing in his tracks and wondering if he should just bolt, Kesdon glanced over to see if he could spot the owner of the voice. To his surprise, one of them was already making his way over to him. He was an average height with a lanky but muscular frame and a confident ease to his walk. He had Grey-Lavender wings, visible and accenting his pale colored skin with stormy grey hair that was long enough to be kept in a bun. But as he approached, Kesdon found himself staring in awe at his eyes, the color of rain and shot through with silver. His heart began to beat quickly. Averting his gaze he tried to figure out another way out of this situation and away from the handsome Kimære.

“Sorry about my friends, they get a little rowdy when they’re off duty” He said with a charming smile “Just be sure to duck if they get too close - SOMEONE doesn't have a good sense of personal space” laughter quickly rose after he spoke.

“Blame Alex, she threw the egg!” yelled a flying female, a wicked grin on her lips. Her midnight black hair swaying around her as she hovered, a long sword strapped to her waist.

“As if, Cahira! Try being a bit more believable next time you lie” quipped who Kesdon assumed was Alex. She was the second person flying, her soft purple wings covered in lines of gold and silver that gave off an otherworldly glow. Her curly hair in a high ponytail that accented her uptilted green eyes. Lowering herself down carefully, she jogged over to where Kesdon and the other male stood.

“I'm Alex and this pale guy is Saers. Sorry about our friends” she said with an apologetic smile. Nodding stiffly Kesdon met her intense gaze.

“So” she continued, her stare unwavering “who are you?”

After hesitating for a moment too long, Saers stepped in, his expression still calm but his jaw clenched.

“Alex, give him a second, would you? He's not from around here”

With a start Kesdon shot an alarmed look at Saers, who grinned in response before speaking.  

“You don't have wings and you look like you've never seen a Kepler egg before. It's not difficult to tell you're from a different court, most likely Night, based on your coloring” he finished, the rest of his friend group coming up around them. There were five in total, not too many but enough to make Kesdon wish he too had wings so he could fly in the opposite direction.

Taking a deep breath and standing a bit straighter he opened his mouth. “I'm Kesdon Lyal, pleasure to meet you all” he tried to give them a smile, it looked more like a grimace. Cahira make a noise that sounded somewhere between a laugh and a cough. Kesdon noticed small clouds floating around her, some darker than others but most of them were a soft white as they wound around her fingers and limbs.

“Kesdon...interesting name. I'm Marci, this is Saers” said a short female, her long blonde hair in a braid that hung from her shoulder. She wasn't someone you'd think to fear, but standing so close to her, Kesdon had the strangest urge to back up a little. Strength and control filled the space around her, her grey-blue eyes glinting as they took in his image. There was more to her than what lay in plain sight. “And you've already met Alex and Cahira. The last of our little group is my mate, Caspian” she gestured to the man standing protectively behind her. She hadn't turned to sen him come up but somehow knew he was going to be there. Caspian gave him a curt nod.

“I'm guessing you're heading to Arach?” Alex spoke up “Are you visiting a friend?”

Shaking his head he stuttered out a reply. “I don't have friends- I mean, not here, I do have friends- I - dragons, I came to see the dragon racing” he let out with a flustered sigh.

Saers eyebrows shot up and he had a bemused tilt to his lips. “Dragon racing, you say?”

Caspian and Cahira groaned in exasperation. Marci shook her head with a knowing smile. “Don't get him started, Kesdon. You'll never hear the end of it”

“No no, let the man speak Marci, finally someone I can relate to!” he practically shouted. Caspian let out a growl of warning. Saers turned to him and winked before returning his attention to Kesdon’s still lost expression. Marci started walking again, this time with one more person in her group.

“I take it this will be your first time in the city?” Saers asked eagerly, walking on Kesdon’s right, Alex on his left.

“Yes, I've never actually been in this court before now”

“Well then I think we ought to give you the full Lightning Court experience, Kesdon” he said, leaving the statement open to the others.

“I can show you all the best stores” Alex added, her smile infectious. Kesdon couldn't help but return it.

“And there is the matter of introducing you to everyone” said Cahira, walking a couple metres in front of them. Her sunset ombre wings a splash of color against her black suit.

“If they’re all around that is.” interjected Caspian with a lazy smile “Last time I heard, Riley was in Day and the High Ladies went for the week to visit the High Lord and Lady of Night”

Alex mumbled something to herself that Kesdon didn't catch before she sprinted down the road and took off into the sky. Wanting to ask what that was about, he opened his mouth but Saers beat him to it.

“Ya know Kes, I'm a pretty big deal in the Dragon racing rings. I could take you to the next race if you're up for it”

“That would be great, thank you!”

“What do you want in return, Saers?” Marci inquired with narrowed eyes and a lifted brow. Saers scoffed and swung an arm around Kesdon’s bare shoulders.

“Just one little favor. You don't mind, do you Kes?” Saers looked right into his eyes and suddenly Kesdon forgot how to speak. His heart was thundering so violently he was sure everyone in the group could hear it's stuttering rhythm. Gently pushing Saers’ warm arm off his shoulders he released a breath, knowing his face was bright pink.

“Yea that's fine, I don't mind. I didn't have much of a plan once I got to the city anyway”

Marci stopped on the top of the hill they were climbing and glanced back, flashing a smile and waving them over. “Speaking of the city, welcome to Arach, Kesdon”

Saers shoved him into the front so he could see past all the wings.

“Get a good look Kes, this is our home” but his voice faded as Kesdon’s eyes took in the sights before him.

The city itself was built on an array of buildings, interconnected by bridges and rising on different levels on cliffs surrounded by waters of the most stunning shade of aqua. The city and the palace at its center seemed to float above the rest of the lands and rivers, with some of its architecture lining the river banks. The palace in the center of Arach, built on the tallest cliff of the entire court, was mirrored on all sides, reflecting the sky that loomed above it. Tall, twisting towers scraped the clouds and some completely disappeared into the rolling gray expanse. A soft azure glow illuminated the city in its dusk state and dragons of all sizes could be seen flying over the buildings with riders on their backs.

Taking in a shuddering breath, Kesdon felt an almost forgotten part of himself awaken to the hum of the Lightning. This city, these people, had roused something in him. Something he wanted to know better. And as he walked side by side with Saers and Cahira, Marci, Alex, and Caspian a few feet ahead, their smiles and laughter lifted him into the most content state he'd been in for a long while.

It was obvious to him that he wasn't going to make it back home in time for Starfall.

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