#jurrian

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ACOWAR SPOILER

Jurrian * rolls eyes at Ianthe, eats his bacon.

Fandom: TEAM JURRIAN

[crochanblackbeak]

I like Jurrian. Thats all.

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Jurrian at age 30 - because apparently you can't reblog asks?

“Tell me something,” he remarks to the dying man. “And be honest about it,” he adds, matter-of-factly. “Why did you think it was a good idea to come here?”

The man is choking on a combination of vomit and blood; Jurrian waits patiently for his violent coughing to cease. He has an infinite amount of time ahead of him; the dying man, unfortunately, does not.

“Well?”

“I – “ the man struggles. “I was ordered to wait in this hanger, I was supposed to – “ Another wave of coughing. “ – wait for a certain Republic agent to land his ship here, ambush him, get the job done – “ he hacks  “ – quickly. Before the diplomats arrived.”

“Well, you found me instead.” Jurrian smiles widely, showing his teeth. “How fortunate for the both of us, eh?”

“I wouldn’t…say that,” the man mutters. He is clutching his stomach now, unable to rise from the floor. Jurrian squats down so that he is directly facing the man at eye level. He considers the man’s face carefully – the navy bruises forming under both eyes, the way his skin has paled to a sickly ashen color, the blood dripping from his nose and ears. 

“I suppose you wouldn’t,” Jurrian concludes, solemnly. He reaches out and runs his hand across the man’s cheek. It is still warm, despite the lack of color.

“Tell me something else,” he commands quietly. “You report to Keeper, don’t you? You’re an Agent of the Imperial Military?”

“Yes, I – I work for the Empire, not the Republic,” the man shakes beneath Jurrian’s touch. It annoys Jurrian for some reason. Leave him alone, Juri, a voice rustles in the back of his mind. You’re being a bully. It is the voice of some forgotten child. Jurrian doesn’t remember the child’s name. “You’re a Sith,” the man states, obviously. “You work for the Empire too.” The man’s voice rises slightly as he finishes his statement, making it sound more like a question.

Jurrian wraps his hand around the man’s jaw. He likes the feeling of it; those hard, angular bones.

“What was the name of the Republic agent you were assigned to kill?” Jurrian asks calmly.

“Ror – Roric,” the man coughs out. “A smuggler. His ship is The Adoration.”

“What a stupid name for a ship,” Jurrian sighs. He runs his hand down across the man’s jaw to his neck. A slender, lovely neck. His hand fits nicely around it.

“You’re – are you – “ a drop of blood falls from the man’s nose onto Jurrian’s exposed arm. “We’re on the same side, surely you wouldn’t – “

“Wouldn’t what?” Jurrian frowns. “Kill you?”

Tears are streaming down the man’s face now. Some Agent he must have been. Weak, all of them are weak. For a fleeting moment, he imagines the dying man’s eyes replaced with glowing red lights, and it satisfies him. “I’m an Agent of the Imperial Military,” the man repeats, somewhat desperately.

Jurrian leans in close to whisper in the man’s ear, his voice taking on the low, intimate quality a lover’s might. “Let me tell you a secret,” he explains, softly. “I fucking hate Imperial Agents.”

It takes approximately 3.5 seconds to snap the man’s neck. He doesn’t even have to use the Force this time. Afterwards, he makes his way over to a darker, half-hidden corner at the back of the hanger, and waits for Roric ofThe Adoration to make his landing. 

[nellethiel]

reeid 34, jurrian 30

Here's Jurrian at 30, 'cos I'm still trying to figure out if Reeid's dead or not at 35 'cos he pissed Erkal off that much...

Warning for violence and Juri being a sick motherfucker. 

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“Tell me something,” he remarks to the dying man. “And be honest about it,” he adds, matter-of-factly. “Why did you think it was a good idea to come here?”

The man is choking on a combination of vomit and blood; Jurrian waits patiently for his violent coughing to cease. He has an infinite amount of time ahead of him; the dying man, unfortunately, does not.

“Well?”

“I – “ the man struggles. “I was ordered to wait in this hanger, I was supposed to – “ Another wave of coughing. “ – wait for a certain Republic agent to land his ship here, ambush him, get the job done – “ he hacks  “ – quickly. Before the diplomats arrived.”

“Well, you found me instead.” Jurrian smiles widely, showing his teeth. “How fortunate for the both of us, eh?”

“I wouldn't…say that,” the man mutters. He is clutching his stomach now, unable to rise from the floor. Jurrian squats down so that he is directly facing the man at eye level. He considers the man’s face carefully – the navy bruises forming under both eyes, the way his skin has paled to a sickly ashen color, the blood dripping from his nose and ears. 

“I suppose you wouldn’t,” Jurrian concludes, solemnly. He reaches out and runs his hand across the man’s cheek. It is still warm, despite the lack of color.

“Tell me something else,” he commands quietly. “You report to Keeper, don’t you? You’re an Agent of the Imperial Military?”

“Yes, I – I work for the Empire, not the Republic,” the man shakes beneath Jurrian’s touch. It annoys Jurrian for some reason. Leave him alone, Juri, a voice rustles in the back of his mind. You’re being a bully. It is the voice of some forgotten child. Jurrian doesn't remember the child’s name. “You’re a Sith,” the man states, obviously. “You work for the Empire too.” The man’s voice rises slightly as he finishes his statement, making it sound more like a question.

Jurrian wraps his hand around the man’s jaw. He likes the feeling of it; those hard, angular bones.

“What was the name of the Republic agent you were assigned to kill?” Jurrian asks calmly.

“Ror – Roric,” the man coughs out. “A smuggler. His ship is The Adoration.”

 “What a stupid name for a ship,” Jurrian sighs. He runs his hand down across the man’s jaw to his neck. A slender, lovely neck. His hand fits nicely around it.

“You’re – are you – “ a drop of blood falls from the man’s nose onto Jurrian’s exposed arm. “We’re on the same side, surely you wouldn’t – “

“Wouldn’t what?” Jurrian frowns. “Kill you?”

Tears are streaming down the man’s face now. Some Agent he must have been. Weak, all of them are weak. For a fleeting moment, he imagines the dying man’s eyes replaced with glowing red lights, and it satisfies him. “I’m an Agent of the Imperial Military,” the man repeats, somewhat desperately.

Jurrian leans in close to whisper in the man’s ear, his voice taking on the low, intimate quality a lover’s might. “Let me tell you a secret,” he explains, softly. “I fucking hate Imperial Agents.”

It takes approximately 3.5 seconds to snap the man’s neck. He doesn’t even have to use the Force this time. Afterwards, he makes his way over to a darker, half-hidden corner at the back of the hanger, and waits for Roric of The Adoration to make his landing. 

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Family & Vanity

Set 1 of the 30 Days of Character Development Meme: Answers to Questions 1 and 2/4 (I combined them). Answered for my three swtor characters: Sabrini (Jedi Knight), Reeid (Imperial Agent), and Jurrian (Sith Inquisitor). 

1. Family 

Sabrini: Sabrini grew up in a loving family with a mother, father, and older sister (Lydia) until she was 8 years old. At 8, her parents discovered her Force sensitivity and shipped her off to the Jedi (her parents were thrilled: even though they knew they'd likely never see her again, they were very proud to have a potential Jedi in the family). Though 'Rini has fond memories of her family, she tends to consider the Jedi Order her "true" family now (they basically raised her anyway, and she takes the general Jedi doctrine to "separate one's self from one's blood relatives" fairly seriously). Despite doing a fairly good job of cutting ties from her family and living the ideal "Jedi life", Sabrini does think of her sister from time to time and the best-friendship they could have had. Sabrini and her sister do write occasionally, as Lydia is a Republic diplomat on Coruscant and often finds out useful information (that she thinks the Jedi Order ought to know about). Sabrini knows that her sister has since married and had children; she refuses to visit them in person, though, out of fear that she might really like them. As a Jedi, she just does not want to take that chance, make that emotional connection. 

Reeid: Reeid comes from a single-parent home; his father raised him. Reeid's father

Reeid never knew his mother, and has no desire to find out anything about her. Despite all of the Imperial intelligence at his command, he has absolutely no feelings towards the matter one way or another. His mother isn't someone who matters; she's just another human, dead or alive, somewhere in the galaxy. 

Jurrian: Jurrian is Chrispistols' Noemme's little brother. Stay tuned for more info, Chrispistols and I have yet to discuss their family dynamic in more detail.  One thing is for sure: Juri loves his sister and looks up to her; he sees her as his role-model (this is how I envision it anyway). Maybe he has kind of an older sister complex, who knows :3

2. Vanity (a.k.a Physical Appearance)

Sabrini: Sabrini is gorgeous and doesn't know it. Have you ever met someone just so totally stunning but they just have absolutely no clue that they are? Well, that's 'Rini. If asked, she'd tell you she was plain; in truth, she's one of the most unique and pretty Mirialans out there (that's not just her creator talking I swear). That being said, as a Jedi she doesn't really spend much time on her appearance or clothing or hair: it's just not part of the job description. Sabrini's most prominent features are her stunning amethyst-colored eyes (which match her similarly colored hair). She tends to get a lot of attention for her looks without noticing said attention; she tends to be totally oblivious to that kind of thing. To her, being a Jedi is worthy of note, not her physical appearance. Then, of course, she met Thaos, and started to wonder if being attractive might not be a good thing after all...of course, she'd be way too embarrassed to ever admit that! ;)

Reeid: Reeid considers himself a fairly normal-looking dude, and he's right, he is. While not unattractive, Reeid has the uncanny ability to go unnoticed at nearly all times. He considers this "innocuousness" vital to his success as an Imperial sniper, and is therefore quite thankful for it. When he was a child, his father used to call him "Summer Eyes" because of his bright, leaf-green eyes. Reeid hated it at the time, but thinks of the nickname fondly now, with his father gone. Reeid tends not to care if anyone notices him or not; he prefers to be left alone, and could care less if women (or men) flirt with him - not that anyone ever has to begin with. But then everything changed when the fire nation attacked, and by the fire nation I mean Erkal. 

Jurrian: Juri has classic looks: blond hair, blue eyes, a smattering of freckles, rosy cheeks. He's basically the bishounen of the group. He actually looks exactly like his sister, Noemme. If they were the same age they could be mistaken as twins. Where Reeid seems to have the uncanny ability to always go unnoticed, Juri sops up attention like a sponge...and enjoys it.