#nikorro

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hm. a sharp and pointy boy

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Δ - point a weapon at my muse ~ Angst for the Pancakes maybe (Any of mine to any of yours)

*rubs my evil lil hands together* ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!! This also took way longer than I’d expected, but the adventure of working on it was worth it imho. Set sometime in the future I guess? I feel so bad for Aria lmao someone give her a vacation. She doesn’t get paid for this.

**tw for some slight gore and some very fucked up mental states, past abuse/assault, etc (because y’all know how Niko is)**

He’s absolutely unhinged. There’s nothing stopping him at this point. I’m sorry. We have to do something now, or he’ll be gone forever.

There’s blood on his hands. Cool, slick, sticky as it dries and horribly thick. It’s not his. What is his trickles in a thin black river down his face into his eye, seeping from a cut sitting above his brow. It’s smudged from his mouth where he bit his lip so hard it split like a fruit. It’s matted in his hair where a blow to the head nearly shook him loose from his prey. Nearly, but not soon enough. Fuck, he hates it, the lingering itch he gets feeling those terrible hands on him again. It makes him want to claw his own skin off, if only to make it stop.

Niko employed an ancient Sith technique to finally, blessedly take Master’s life. It didn’t take nearly as long as he’d hoped it would. He caught him alone, hiding from his debts in a dingy motel in the badlands of Tatooine. One hand shoved down on his windpipe while the other, assisted by the Force, plunged between the man’s ribcage and clutched around his heart. And then he pulled. It wasn’t enough momentum to fully dislodge the pulsing lump, but it was hard enough to tear. He stopped struggling soon after, his human organs too weak to sustain his life much longer. Master’s eyes glazed over, face frozen in a mask of fear, sudden recognition, and a sickening sliver of satisfaction.

You can never really escape me. Didn’t you know that, my pet?

The tears had long since run dry, leaving rivulets down his dirty cheeks. There was an empty fog in his head, not quite tantamount to the buzzing, burning rage that surged in his lungs, but enough that it quelled him a little. Just a little. Enough to think.

He knows where he is. Yes, I’m sure. He’ll get himself killed out there… refusing his rebreather… found her yet. She might work. A solid Anchor if… we know that can’t happen… but what about the coordinates? No. It’s too late. All we can do is hope he covers his tracks.

He needs this. We need to let whatever happens just…happen.

He remembers. There was a ping on an old holomap. Hadzuska had left the room unlocked, before he… before they killed him. He watched in mute horror as a name, a face, vital signs, a dossier popped up. Master. Then the remembering slows, like honey through a funnel. He remembers tearing through the halls, being caught, familiar face, kindness, worry. “Please, don’t. We can handle this together,” but it’s too late. Lungs burning, feet moving of their own accord, tunnel vision. Hijacking the shuttle, commanding the droid to go. A lightsaber poised at its circuit board. It was an offer it couldn’t refuse.

A rough landing, definitely illegal. Sand whipping at his face, his clothes, the hot, dry air torture on his lungs. No mask. He has to see my face. Breaking down the door, “You! I thought you–” and he lunged, lightsaber lopping off an arm so he couldn’t…touch anymore, clawed hand crushing his vocal chords so he couldn’t say horrible things anymore. Sharpened talons plunging through viscera, cracking bone, a sickening squelch, and nothing. He was crying. And now he’s numb.

The whir of an igniting lightsaber startles him. Slumped against the wall, he lifts his head up, heavy and corpselike. Aria. He knows before he even recognizes her, the ever-present thrum of the Force amplified by her presence. She’s unhappy.

“Hello, Niko,” she says, and her voice is soft but uncharacteristically uncertain.

He wants to say something, but the words are too heavy on his tongue. He can only blink at her, slow and lethargic.

“Are you finished here?”

He doesn’t know. But he wants so badly to be finished here. Niko leans forward in an attempt to get up. The point of the lightsaber lands a precious few inches from his face. Golden, warm like sunlight and impossibly bright. Niko isn’t sure he’s seen something so beautiful in his life.

“I’d rather you not move right now,” she says, but there’s no bite behind her words. Just more uncertainty. And sadness. There’s plenty of that, enough that it makes Niko remember how long Aria’s actually lived, how much she’s seen.

“Are you going to kill me?” He asks. He’s… not too sure what answer he’d prefer. What was left for him, now that his hopes of forgetting were gone? More nightmares, more flashbacks, more waking up in a cold sweat? More drinking himself to a stupor just to feel some sense of normalcy? More letting strangers in a cantina get too close and scaring them off just to feel in control? Just for the attention? More keeping the people he really needs at arm’s length, only to hide behind them at the first sign of a slave collar?

No.

“Are you going to kill me?” He asks again, but it’s more of a challenge than anything. He rises up on his knees to face her, defiant. “If you’re going to kill me, make it quick. Look,” he drags the tip of his finger (bloody, sore, definitely broke a talon) across his neck, “right along here. Quick, painless, not too messy.”

Aria doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t do anything but sit there with her fucking lightsaber pointed at his head, unflinching even as Niko’s hackles rise and static crackles along his arms.

“Did you hear me? I asked if you’re gonna kill me. You gonna do something about it? Huh?” He taps insistently against his jugular vein. “Here! You want me to do it myself? Make it easy for you? Right here! Right fuckin’ here! Just one slice and it’s over!”

She doesn’t do it.

“Fucking kill me! You coward! Fuckin’ coward! You can’t kill me, can you?!” He screams the words, throat already hoarse with crying. “Just do it and be rid of me! Get rid of the family weakling!” He throws his arms open wide, fresh tears streaming down his face. “Just do what Papa did and forget about me! Sell me off again to save your own skin, pretend I was never there! Is that so hard?!”

Aria disengages the lightsaber. They’re silent for a long, long time. It takes just as long for Niko to stop crying. They could’ve sat there for days, Aria crouched in front of him and Niko very pointedly not looking at her. He can feel the heat of the day slowly sinking behind the canyons, long shadows growing longer as the seconds tick by into minutes, minutes into hours.

“Are you finished, Niko?” She repeats. But all the fear is gone. She’s genuinely asking if he’s ready. Can you believe it? Surreal. He wants to laugh.

Niko wipes his face with his arm, human blood be damned. Fine. Let’s go with this.

“Yeah. I wanna go home.”

She smiles, a sad, sympathetic thing. “Let’s go home, then.”

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How about some headcanons for Kip and Niko :D?

yuss let’s gooo

Headcanon A (realistic):

Kip had few close friends in the Jedi Temple. Part of it was because she was cautious of the attachment rules, but part of it was because other padawans were wary of her being prone to lashing out. They attributed it mostly to her species because like…not even Kip knew her entire family was cursed lmao.

Niko has a habit of forgetting where he puts things. Books, lightsabers, entire animals, and more. It gets to be a problem when he starts working with the Xenozoology Department of the Korriban Academy because sometimes he’ll forget to lock the doors to various pens and whole-ass rancor hatchlings will just waddle around the campus until they’re found. Sometimes acolytes have a hard time giving them back.

Headcanon B (unrealistic but hilarious):

Kip has a long scar on her right hand that she attributes to a fight with a powerful warrior or something. The story is never the same each time she tells it. Really, she got it because she fell off of a ruin when she was five trying to do a primate impression. She was too embarrassed to tell anyone, so she never got the kolto to heal it. To this day, heights make her nervous

Inspired by this post that’s been gaining notes rapidly, Niko has a small fork in his tongue. When he found out it was a good thing to have, he literally couldn’t stop showing it off. He picks up food with his tongue like chopsticks all the time just to piss off Kip. She’s jealous.

Headcanon C (heart-crushing and awful):

Kip doesn’t fit in. That’s just a fact. In the Jedi Temple, she was the only Sith in her crèche. In the Academy, she was the last one to be picked as an apprentice. On the Dark Council, she often suffers jabs at her Jedi childhood, accused of only reaching the Council because her master held the seat before her. “I bet she hired someone to do the killing for her. She doesn’t have the guts.” It’s a statement she hears often. She feels guilty to miss her mom when her blood family is right there, but the Empire is not her home. Nor is the Republic, for that matter. She doesn’t know where it is, but she wants to go home.

Niko has nightmares often. There is a common theme to most of them: plunging into darkness, an invisible grip on his throat, invisible hands holding his ankles, invisible binds on his wrists. A searing pain on a different scar each time. There’s a familiar cruel laugh, and Niko wishes every time he could forget the name of the slavemaster it belonged to. Because he took from him everything he had left and then some. When he wakes, he’s shaking. Niko has never told anybody about the nightmares.

Headcanon D (rejecting canon):

hhhhhhah okay i reject canon entirely anyways, so i guess i’ll just say some nonsense here about their in-game appearances.

Kip’s hair ought to be longer in-game, but I like that hairstyle with the little padawan braid too much to get rid of it. Her body type is totally not what Bioware made it look like (what is female anatomy? SHRUG, apparently) because she’s like, 15 at this point in her storyline and just…doesn’t look like that. She’s actually very short and built like a mini powerhouse because of how much time she spends sparring (*insert student athlete joke*). Other than that, her face structure is pretty accurate, if not a bit narrow. I like her eye color, it’s very warm and calm as opposed to Niko’s harsh yellow.

Niko is fairly similar to his in-game model, but he’s definitely not as intimidating. His RBF is still the same, though. His facial ridges are more like Kip’s, but I couldn’t find an option similar enough. His eyes really aren’t that bright, I just picked it impulsively because HELL yeah, glowy eyes! He does have those piercings that I gave him in the character creator, but he only wears them on special occasions because one punch to the face could easily gouge out his eyeball if his eyelid piercings got caught. Also I don’t want to draw them all. The hair options are a bit limited, but I think the one I picked is pretty close. I honestly love the complexion I picked because it makes him look Very Grumpie and it’s amazing.

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my Whole Life has led up to this moment

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🅱️umblr's pic quality is the worst but uhhhhh baby Niko

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1, 2 ,3 romance asks for any couple?

hsdlfjsdlfj im gonna borrow @abyss-wolf ‘s Ats again for the second time today bc i cant decide between Previm x Alai (Pralai?) and Niko x Ats (Natswara???) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

1. It took a while for Prev and Alai to get along, actually. They kinda used to hate each other. Previm is very laid-back and chill whereas Alai is witty and ambitious. Prev was first drawn to her sense of humor and bright energy, whereas Alai was drawn to how steady and confident Previm was as a person and a leader

Niko was drawn to Ats’s calm demeanor first (and let’s be real, he’s cute). He was very different from the typical Sith he’d encountered throughout his life, and despite their conflicting personalities, they’ve meshed well and Niko just felt comfortable with that. I’m guessing Ats likes that Niko is introducing him to the idea of having Actual Emotions, but like honestly how he deals w that whirlwind dork is beyond me lmao.

2. For Previm, it was the second year of their work together on Taris. They’d gotten lost in the wilderness (and totally had a “cuddle for survival” moment) and he was like “holy shit….my soulmate” because his culture really strongly believes in that. Alai fell first, though, when he’d saved her from being attacked by a pack of rakghouls during plague season and almost got infected because of it. Battlefield couple goals.

Niko knew he was in love sometime during the Voss trip. He got to know Ats as more than just the intimidatingly pretty guy who reads a lot and saw him in his element. Niko is really the only fighter of the two so I can imagine there being a few close scrapes with enemy Jedi or Gormak that would result in Niko having to reevaluate how he feels.

3. They used to fight A Lot when they were both Jedi and still figuring things out. Usually it was about whether or not they should tell the Jedi Council about their relationship and what that would mean for them. It took them a while to cool down despite the fact that they’re Jedi because they’re both little shits sometimes. Once their relationship was figured out, fights were usually over minor things like “did you seriously think having Force-sensitive kids wouldn’t result in bad tantrums?” and “you left the toilet seat up again and I’m kinda sick of it.” They make up by making awful jokes to each other and formally apologizing in a ridiculous sappy manner.

I honestly can’t imagine either of them getting in a fight, largely due to Ats being mostly unable to get that angry. If anything, Niko would probably do something reckless and be Unable to Face The Consequences. Ats would probably find it difficult to resolve it without being at LEAST a little petty, because sometimes that’s just what’s gotta happen, ya know? I think Niko would apologize very quickly (and most likely through tears bc that’s how he deals with a lot of situations), and Ats would diffuse the situation with a level head.

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*strums guitar sadly* i dont know how to shade without a tablet and at this point im too afraid to ask

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“Heel, boy.”

tauntauns are just big space doggies and you cant convince me otherwise