#senator dodonna

[thenachlegacy]

Yesterday I realized that there’s a character in KOTOR named Forn Dodonna.

And in the SWTOR smuggler story.. there’s Senator Dodonna.

After consulting the wiki, they aren’t related, so I guess this is just a cool Easter egg (which would make sense when you think about General Dodonna in the movies!)

[swtorpadawan]

Flirting with Senator Dodonna gets you a dirty look from Risha and Akaavi -- almost like they might have a thing for you?

[byeollumiere]

I low-key kinda miss Senator Dodonna,,,

[violasarecool]

she knows me :’)

[violasarecool]

(saani: the most important part of any plan is getting the fuck out of there)

[aliena-legacy]

[bastardtravel]

Smugglin and Snugglin: A Space Opera

This unbelievable bitch.

So these two stab me square between the shoulder blades after all the running around I did, fuckin up the empire. I expected it from Pollaran, but Senator Dodonna? Really, baby? After all the times I banged you out in the cargo hold of my starship, after all the military victories I single-handedly won for you, after all the money I’ve made for all three of us (barring what I skimmed off the top, which you didn’t even need to know about) you’re both going to try to sell me to the Voidwolf?

So I roll into Pollaran’s little klan meeting and gut-shoot him, then leave him to bleed out. The milfy yet irrepressibly frisky Senator Dodonna fled into an Imperial base, much like the other twenty Imperial bases she has sent me to shoot up over the past months of our business relationship with benefits.

I roll in and she’s locked in a cell. Of course she’s locked in a cell. That’s what happens when you a) betray the handsomest, most rakish dick-kickin’ space trucker/pirate hunter on the Republic payroll and b) make ANY DEALS with the Empire! You KNEW this! 

All the missions you sent me on were “Well after you swim through the sewer full of bodies of Imperial political prisoners just shoot all the CHAOTIC EVIL MURDER WIZARDS and retrieve the space-macguffin”

Then you make a deal with these same wizards, who do torture for fun, and then – surprise! – they put you in a cell as soon as you’re not useful to them anymore. Who could have forseen this?

SENATOR!

She comes out the cell and does this big spiel about, “I’m so sorry about all the backstabbing I did, and trying to get you murdered by no less than three of your arch-enemies, and fucking your treacherous butler.”

And I’m like “You realize I definitely gotta kill you.”

And she goes, “If you let me walk out of here I can give you all sorts of folders and dossiers on that guy who’s trying to kill you, who I gave all your folders and dossiers to.”

And I’m like, “Wow. No, if anything, now I gotta kill you more.”

And then, “Better dead than an Imperial puppet!” which is what she’s been for our entire relationship

She gets on her knees, which I thought was gonna be an effort to bring back memories but was more of an execution-style deal, and she says, “I understand. Goodbye… my love.”

My love?

Wait, hold the fuck on. My love?

Lady. I got hoes in different solar codes, all right? I got two who live on my personal ship that are fighting, nightly, over the opportunity to spit-shine my plasma cannon. There were even dialogue options that suggested that Mandalorian is into butt stuff. 

On every single ship in my smuggling fleet running out of Port Nowhere, I’ve got at least one buxom alien hottie who dips in to drop off recently hustled credits, then sticks around for a couple hours to feel my great disturbance in the Force. 

And guess what! To the best of my knowledge, none of them tried to cash in the bounty on my sweet spacer ass to dudes named “The Butcher” and “The Voidwolf”. 

I blat-blatted her and got the hell off that planet. Brodaar was giving me a look, but he knows the score. I’m trying to build a syndicate, here. I can’t have it getting around that you can pull a fast one on Captain Marinat Dubeefsteak then succ your way out of it.

Rip in piss, Senator. And also rip in piss my dickhead butler. The galaxy better off without y’all.

“My love”. Get spaced, honey.