#rogue shadow

[clankryze511]

Purist Custom Minifigure Tutorials

-Galen Marek/Starkiller (Arena Combat Gear) Tutorial-

“Vader can’t stop me now. Nothing can.”

[pedroam-bang]

Star Wars: The Force Unleashed (2008)

[blade-liger-4ever]

Rise and Shine

Galen knocked on the door to Raya's room on their Paladin-class freighter New Horizon. "Raya, it's past o'eight hundred. C'mon, it's time for breakfast."

No return sound greeted him. Frowning, he knocked harder and repeated, "Raya? Raya, are you okay?"

He didn't hear a response, but he faintly heard a rustling sound on the other end. Stepping back, he glanced around, and once he was sure neither Tapi nor HK-77 were walking down the hall, he turned back to the door. Lifting his right hand, he focused on the door's inner mechanisms and used the Force to unlock it. There was a whoosh sound as the panel slid back, and quickly stepping in, he blinked to readjust to the dim lighting as the door shut behind him. Looking around, he opened his mouth to speak when a muffled snore caught him off-guard. Facing the direction of the cots, Galen felt his mouth hang open as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

Before him, lying half on and half off the bed in nothing but loose night clothing, lay Raya Karimi. An arm dangled off the side, her long brown-black hair obscuring the lower half of her face while her intricate braid trailed down her back. She was barefoot, and midway through a snore she subconsciously lifted her head to swipe at her nose before returning her arm to it's limp position. As she resumed snoring - the sound of which reminded Galen of a hoverbike with a small engine - one would hardly have guessed Raya were descended from the old Zakuulan nobility.

Galen stared at her, then reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as another, though far quieter, snore escaped her. Apparently, she had stayed up later than he'd realized on decoding the old treasure maps they'd uncovered last week. To be fair to Raya, she was less interested in profit and more invested in the possibility of an uninhabited planet holding relics from the Old Republic Era from four thousand years ago. Her insistence on it being important finds against the Empire and a preservation of galactic history, coupled with her pleading kath hound puppy eyes, had made him relent in their debate on it last night.

Evidently, he should have known better than to leave her unsupervised with said historical artifacts. Or at least, Galen should have joined her in it. Then she would have been more susceptible to honest sleep when she had a partner's rest to account for.

Removing his hand, Galen sighed through his nose and walked around to the other side of the bed so that he was more or less face-to-face with her. He looked at her for a moment, briefly torn about waking her or not. Force only knew when she got to sleep, and they'd been run ragged for ages.

If I'm being honest, she looks kinda cute when sacked out that hard.

Okay, that did it. Galen had been thinking things about her that bordered beyond friendship for a while now, and after his - his loss, courtesy of Vader - he wasn't ready to dwell on those thoughts.

Time to give Raya a wake up call.

Crouching down, he reached over and tapped her shoulder. "Raya, it's morning. Wake up."

No response. Rolling his eyes, Galen lightly shook her shoulder. "Breakfast. Now. Or I'm giving Tapi yours," he threatened.

What sounded faintly like "get vacuumed" left her mouth before Raya turned her face away from him. For added effect, she hunched her shoulders as if attempting to bury herself under some nonexistent covers.

Galen set his jaw. Fine. If she wasn't gonna answer to her food going to the felico, he'd give her something to wake up to.

Standing up, he marched toward the wall that held the room control panel. Scanning it, he found that the light and air conditioning were right next to each other. Giving a mischievous smirk he hadn't shown since he'd reprogrammed PROXY to mock his first pilot, Galen half turned to look at Raya's prone form. He hovered his palm over the dual buttons, counted down from three, then slammed his hand on the controls.

Immediately, the room burst into bright light, followed by hard blasts of air from the vents directly above Raya and himself. No sooner had he squinted against it did Raya scream, and he saw her half jump up on the cot, her hanging arm suddenly gaining purpose and grabbing something from down below. His danger sense blared, and Galen's eyes widened as he saw her snap into a half defensive position and throw a tool right at him.

Letting out a shout of surprise, Galen dove for cover, the wrench clanging solidly against the wall. Scrambling up, he looked back to see Raya roll off the bed, then pop up and thrown an empty coke bottle at him. Galen moved his head to the side, the cold metal making a cartoon-ish whizz sound as it missed his ear before bouncing off the wall and noisily rolling across the floor.

In hindsight, this was probably not his wisest idea.

Moving to a stand, he ducked his head as Raya chucked a loose sock at him. "Raya, wait, it's me!" he yelped, then realized that the air was blowing loudly above them both.

Throwing out a hand, he quickly lowered both room settings to a reasonable rate as he saw Raya roll across the room in his peripheral vision. Instincts kicking in, he turned and saw her yank out a blaster, turning to him and hurriedly setting it to kill with wild-eyed fear.

Yeah, he was never doing this again.

"Raya, stop!" Galen shouted, reaching out and telekinetically pulling the blaster out of her hand and into his.

Raya shrieked as the weapon flew from her hand, though the grip she had managed to keep meant she stumbled forward a few feet. Fumbling, Raya braced her hands against the floor to keep from falling, then looked up at him as he turned the blaster back to stun. Blinking rapidly, her fear was soon replaced with exasperation and sheer frustration as he tossed the weapon onto her cot.

"Galen! What the kriff were you doing?!" she demanded, breathing hard as she staggered to her feet.

"You wouldn't wake up, and it's two hours beyond your usual routine," he shot back, though traces of sheepishness were evident in his voice. "You wouldn't wake up when I shook you, so I just...tried the room settings."

"Do you have ANY idea how many times I've woken up to enemies trying to break into my place?" Raya retorted vehemently as she straightened her shirt. She blinked and looked down at herself, then swallowed and pulled some of her hair foward so it covered her front. Realizing what she was doing, Galen quickly darted his gaze around the room before finding her eyes again. Although there was still a fair bit of indignation in her brown eyes, there was a hint of amusement in them as she hissed, "Seriously, I've had to do more duck and rolls and grandma throwing tactics than anyone just to keep my head attached."

Despite the absolute absurdity of the situation, Galen couldn't help but find her now broken facade of anger funny. And adorable.

Clearing his throat, he answered, "Sorry, I didn't think that far ahead. Um, anyway, HK was saying something about maintenance, and I made breakfast, so...I'll let you get changed."

Turning on his heel, he marched toward the door, stopping as it opened before looking back and adding sincerely, "Sorry about the uh, fiasco. Won't happen again."

"Thanks," Raya replied, her voice somewhere between flustered and pleased. Facing the doorway, Galen exited the room, but the door didn't close before he heard her muttering, "Ex-Imperials...Force, they're one of a kind."

Galen wasn't sure what to make of that, but he didn't fight the content smile it brought to his face.

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

The Rogue Shadow was a unique starship utilized by Starkiller, Darth Vader’s secret apprentice and assassin. Possessing advanced cloaking technology, the ship was designed for optimal stealth and speed. As a transport, the Rogue Shadow was large enough for pilot and passengers to operate comfortably.

Source: Star Wars: The Force Unleashed comic (2007)

First Appearance: The Force Unleashed novel (2007)

Read more on Wookieepedia.

[jedi-consular]

[works-of-shyvioletcat]

Rogue Shadow: Say Yes - Moriel

Hi everybody! I’ve had this in the pipeline for a while but i just got back from travelling for like a month, hence the lack of activity.

This is another story about one of Azriel’s shadows that goes a little rogue when it comes to him and Morrigan. Of you would like to read the other one it’s here.

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For four hundred years Mor had been asking. Four hundred years. Four centuries. Still every time she asked he said no. When Mor asked Azriel to come to Rita’s with her he would say no. But she would not stop, no matter how many times he denied her. Tonight Mor would try again, she would try her hardest into persuading him to come, get him to say yes. He had been brooding all day and she couldn’t bare to watch him spiral further into himself.

Mor pulled up a few locks of hair away from her face and secured them with pearl tipped pins. She was dressed, her make up done, all that was left was her hair. She had brushed out the curls she had set earlier so now her hair fell down her back in soft waves. With the front sections of her hair pulled back the shimmer on her eyelids easily stood out as did the bright shade of red on her lips. Her lips matched the red of her dress that hung delicately on her body. Checking the security of her hair once more in the mirror, Mor gave her appearance a final check before she left her room.

Walking to a sitting room where Cassian, Azriel and Amren sat, Mor smiled at her friends.

“Rita’s anyone?”

It’s master had been brooding, caught up in his own mind. Judging himself, so critical and demanding. It only sent him into a vicious cycle of self loathing. It knew she was coming, it could sense her approaching. The Morrigan. The shadow also knew where she was planning to go, dressing herself up and putting cosmetics on. It knew it’s master would say no when she asked, like he had for hundreds of years. The shadow gathered in close to his master so that when she appeared and the other shadows fled it would remain, so it could whisper to him. Help him see that he didn’t have to spend all his time in the shadows.

A whisper broke Azriel from his dark and hateful musings.

She’s coming…

A moment later she appeared and Azriel felt his shadows lighten like they always did when Mor was around. Mor was smiling as she entered the room and then in her ever bright, cheerful voice she asked, “Rita’s anyone?”

Azriel felt his shadows gather in again about him, falling about him like a cloak almost shielding him from answering. He didn’t want to go to Rita’s, rather, he felt as though he didn’t belong at Rita’s. With the life, joy and bright energy of those that congregated there Azriel would feel out of place with his icy demeanour and darkness. It was where Mor belonged, she thrived there, when she arrived the atmosphere heightened as the other regulars rejoiced in her attendance. Even those who did not know her… Mor was simply irresistible.

Mor looked first to Amren, then Cassian then finally her eyes rested on him. A small hopeful smile graced her lips and he felt his shadows flee. Well, almost all his shadows.

She looks beautiful tonight…

Azriel kept face neutral and gave nothing away as he heard the whisper. Mor always looked beautiful. It was nothing new, although every time he still found his breath stolen away. Cassian answered, pulling away Mor’s gaze.

“Sure, why not,” Cassian said and turned his smirking face to Amren. “How about you, Tiny One?”

Amren’s face was full of disdain, bordering on disgust, “Watching people in an over crowded room try seduce each other holds no appeal to me at present. Although it is very tempting just to see you fail so gloriously.”

“You underestimate me Amren,” Cassian said smirking a little wider, “you just don’t know because I’ve never turned my talents to you.”

“Oh please,” Amren sighed as she dismissed Cassian with a look and went back to the book in her lap.

“Rhys is meeting us there,” Mor chimed in, no doubt trying to sway Amren a little.

You haven’t seen her dance is a long while…

Again his shadow spoke to him and this time he shook his head a little to try and shake out the whisper.

“I am very content here,” Amren replied without looking up from her book.

Cassian drew Mor’s attention once again as he stood and stretched, “I’m going to change my shirt then I’ll be ready.”

Mor nodded encouragingly as he left, leaving his three companions in the room. With Amren clearly not open to further persuasion, Mor turned back to Azriel. Her confident and assured smile fell away and was replaced by one that was much meeker and almost shy. Azriel stilled as she approached and sat on a nearby chair. As she crossed her legs Azriel forced his eyes not to linger on the generous amount of leg that was revealed by the slit in her dress. Meeting her eyes again, Azriel noted she was still wearing her shy smile. Azriel hadn’t moved from his stoic position with his arms crossed in front of him.

“You don’t have to dance you know,” Mor said quietly from beneath her lashes.

Don’t dance, you don’t have to. Say yes.

Never before had this shadow been so persistent.

“Rhys hardly ever dances, you can sit with him at the booth.” Mor looked directly at him now. “It sounds a bit boring, but it’s really not.”

Say yes. She wants you to.

“It will be fun,” Mor said, her confident smiling almost returning.

It will be fun. Say yes.

Azriel was almost certain that it was, in fact, Mor’s own voice whispering to him. Not one of his shadows. And a traitorous shadow at that.

“Please Az.”

Please… say yes.

“Come?” Smiling and radiant she lent toward him and Azriel saw her hand twitch as though she had thought about reaching for him.

Go to Rita’s. She wants you to. It will be fun. Say yes.

Azriel took in a deep breath and Mor held her own. Along moment passed and then he answered,“Yes.”

You said yes.

The shadow almost sounded cheerful in response to Azriel’s answer, it distracted Azriel enough that it made him start when Mor jumped to her feet and let out an excited squeal. From where sat Amren raised one eyebrow in surprise.

“Well come on then!” Mor now unhesitatingly grabbed Azriel’s arm and pulled him to his feet and continued to drag him until they both reached the balcony.

Rhys entered Rita’s with a brief wave to the doorman. Tonight the dance hall wasn’t overly crowded, which he was thankful for. It made it much easier to spot his cousin and his brother on the dance floor. Rhys spied Cassian as he spied him, and he pointed towards their usual booth. Nodding to Cassian, Rhys started forward but came to a halt when he saw his shadowsinger of a brother sitting there. Azriel never came to Rita’s. Rhys had lost count of how long he and Mor had been asking him to come, Rhys himself has given up a long while ago. It seemed that Mor hadn’t.

As he made his way to the booth Rhys looked to his cousin. She was free and radiant as ever, tipping her head back and laughing on the dance floor. Then he followed her gaze as it turned towards Azriel. She smiled at him, and Azriel, well he could not help but smile back. Endearing, divine, relentless Morrigan. Rhys couldn’t believe it. Azriel had finally said yes.

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Purist Custom Minifigure Tutorials

-Galen Marek/Starkiller (TIE Advanced x1 Pilot Uniform)-

“(Tarko: I was expecting Lord Vader.)”