#shillet

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Wheee okay well tumblr’s image dimensions sure make this look a whole lot smaller than the effort it took to put this together! But finally, here’s a piece for @cinlat that’s been a while coming, a big ol’ family portrait, which, let’s face it, could never be a proper family portrait without the teens goofing off and ruining things at the last second!

Thank you so much for entrusting me with your whole gang, this was such a pleasure to make for you! <3

[cinlat]

Omg look at this beautiful girl! Thank you so much for bringing Shillet to life. I love the varying tones in her skin and that smile. You did such an amazing job!!

She's hard headed and a bit reckless but Jorgan couldn't be prouder of Shillet if she was his daughter by blood.

[cinlat]

Behold, Jorgan’s daughter Shillet! I’ll get some shots of them together eventually, but I’m so excited to have her in the flesh now. I’ve been writing her for over a year and being able to see my little Nautolan on screen is so surreal. 

Anyway, so this is obviously a bit into the future when Shillet decides to spread her wings and joins a relief group who travels to war torn planets to provide aid. Here, she’ll meet her nemesis best friend Briec (played by @kunoichi-ume naturally) who is there working off his community service for poor life choices.

Can I just say that I love that the game gave her “resting happy face”? She always looks like she’s smiling, and that’s mostly her, except when she’s being a brat. In which case she usually smiles too...

[cinlat]

Thank you to the amazing @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond for this totally awesome portrait of Jorgan and Shillet on a father/daughter outing! Eventually there will be a fic to go with this but I've been super busy and couldn't wait to share this picture. There is so much that I love about it, from Aric's proud dad smile to Shillet's glowing grin. *flails every time I see it* thank you thank you thank you!!

[cinlat]

Raising teenagers is hard. Especially when they act just like Fynta. No wonder Jorgan is always so cranky.

[cinlat]

Chapters: 30/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic Rating: Mature Relationships: Aric Jorgan/Female Republic Trooper, Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine/Theron Shan, Vector Hyllus/Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Lana Beniko/Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor, Female Smuggler/Koth Vortena, Elara Dorne/Male Republic Trooper, Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython/Male Sith Warrior, Andronikos Revel/Female Sith Inquisitor, Female Sith Inquisitor/Kaliyo Djannis Series: Part 4 of Meet Me On The Battlefield Word Count: Total (143,001) Chapter (6,436)

Summary: Fynta enjoys the spoils of her brawl with Khomo. Shillet extends an olive branch. Verin, Torian, and Jorgan all question whether Fynta is mentally sound, which leads Jorgan to ask questions that lead to answers he'd rather not know.

Darvannis Clan Cadera Command Tent

"How sure are you about Fynta's loyalties?" Torian asked, pulling Verin's attention from where Keshal scowed at a datapad, to the miniature of his alor on the holo.

"Uh, you want to run that by me again?" Verin didn't like Torian's tone. There was a suspicion in it that hadn't existed earlier.

Torian's helmet shook. "I overheard a conversation between her and the Sith. It sounds like they might be planning a double cross, I need to know where you think Fynta stands on this." Verin didn't need to ask who the chief referred to. Lana Beniko had been at the forefront of negotiations with Shae for the last two months. Unsurprisingly, there had been more than one outburst between them.

Keshal looked up from her datapad, scowled, then shooed Tranx from the tent. Once she was sure the boy had vacated, Keshal joined Verin at the table. Jaw set, he leveled Torian with a stern glare. "Fynta is Mando'ade. Whatever Lana has planned, my sister will make sure the clans are taken care of."

Torian's visor settled on Verin for several heartbeats before he nodded. "I trust your judgment. Keep an eye on things; we'll be done here soon."

The holo ended, and Verin sighed. They were too far into this, too committed, to start distrusting one another now. A hand settled on Verin's arm, and he looked up to find Keshal with a tight smile. "A lot changes in six years, and I've never known the Caderas to be overly paranoid."

Verin gave his wife a droll look, and she laughed. "Jicoln notwithstanding. Torian's mother was good stock."

Turning, Verin wrapped Keshal in his arms, smiling when her extended belly kept them apart. His hands moved around her body to support his growing child without conscious effort. "Fynta couldn't have changed that much," he replied, wiggling her stomach enough to excite the little warrior within. "She won't sell us out."

Keshal growled and slapped Verin's hands away when their baby started to kick. "Now, I need to pee again. Thanks for that."

Verin smiled at his retreating wife, then leaned against the table. It had been a comforting moment of domestic life, but he had to get back to the battle. A thought occurred to him, then. Lana wouldn't take his call, but someone else on base might. Reaching for his comm, Verin input Aric's frequency.

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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic Rating: Mature Relationships: Aric Jorgan/Female Republic Trooper, Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine/Theron Shan, Vector Hyllus/Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Lana Beniko/Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor, Female Smuggler/Koth Vortena, Elara Dorne/Male Republic Trooper, Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython/Male Sith Warrior, Andronikos Revel/Female Sith Inquisitor, Female Sith Inquisitor/Kaliyo Djannis Series: Part 4 of Meet Me On The Battlefield Word Count: Total (72,149) Chapter (5,360)

Summary: Zolah gets a pleasant surprise. Vector teaches Fynta the danger of arrogance. Theron disobeys orders. Balkar wants to know why the universe has it out for him, and Jorgan gets the shock of his life.

Odessen War Room

"Har'chaak!" Fynta stormed through the compound. Her quarry had evaded her once more. Theron had always been a slippery son of a bantha, but she could usually root him out with a little effort. Fynta had no clue what she'd say when she did find the man, certainly nothing about crazed visions of her former life, but she needed to make him see reason.

As Fynta crossed the War Room, a voice called out from behind a stack of electronics. "Commander?" Vector peeked around the datapads that doubtlessly contained the profiles of everyone he planned to meet with in the next few hours.

While not technically his job title, the Joiner's diplomatic training uniquely qualified him to present their cause for potential allies. Often, Vector and Master Notiac spent hours weighing the pros and cons of a recruit. After passing their joined scrutiny, the Jedi would meet the person in question at a neutral location to ascertain their intentions. Of course, Fynta had never actually watched the process take place, but she'd heard it was excruciatingly boring.

Sighing, Fynta turned towards the man. If anyone could help her track Theron down, it would be his Imperial bunkmate. "I'm looking for a certain spy who has a tendency to get under my skin," she answered without the courtesy of a greeting.

"Ah," Vector smirked. He switched off the device in his hand to offer Fynta his complete attention. "We assume you mean Theron, though Zolah is also with him." Fynta gave the man credit for including both intelligence agents. Those two were equal pains in her ass. "They traveled to Zakuul to enlist the aid of an anarchist there."

Fynta's brow shot up when Vector's words sank in. "An anarchist? That isn't Theron's usual style."

Vector sighed and pushed to his feet. "Unfortunately, we believe that we know who this woman is. Zolah hopes to see an old friend."

"I'm guessing this isn't an old friend that you approve of?" The moment those words slipped through her lips, Fynta's mind reached the only viable option, and her mouth dropped open. "No way."

Fynta had heard about Firebrand--hell, Koth raved about the woman night and day--enough to know that she was a Rattataki. "Fierfek, are you suggesting that they found Kaliyo?" Vector's lips pressed into a thin line, and Fynta swore again. The alliance base was about to become a lot more interesting.

"Perhaps we may be of assistance, Commander?" Vector asked, hands clasped behind his back as he came around the table to stand in front of Fynta. "In the absence of irritating spies."

Glancing up, Fynta met Vector's gaze and planted her fists on her hips. The Killik Joiner was tall and lithe, not the standard, heavy armor wearing grunt that she was used to. On first glance, he appeared thin, but Fynta had been in their quarters enough times to see the man in various states of undress, and knew that to be a mere illusion.

Dropping her hands, Fynta sighed. "No, but thanks."

Fynta turned away and stomped towards--she paused, realizing that she had no clue where to go next. Falling back on tradition, Fynta made her way towards the indoor gym. "I need to punch something," she grumbled under her breath, angling down the cramped hallway.

Vector's polished shoes clicked against the floor as he jogged to catch up. "Perhaps a friendly sparring match?" Fynta missed a step, interrupting the flow of traffic as she turned to face him. The crowd parted around the two with minor grumbling and curious glances.

Lowering his voice, Vector stepped closer. "We see the turmoil in your aura. Allow us this one comfort."

Fynta hesitated. She should decline, politely, of course. Sparring against an inferior opponent offered such an array of complications that she avoided it when possible. Protecting her opponent required so much effort that it usually left her more frustrated. But, Vector was quickly becoming a friend, and she trusted the strange man. Not to mention, Fynta had never met a more earnest face.

Vector, like Kaeto, could sense Fynta's darker moods, yet the man seldom commented on them. He respected her privacy while offering calm guidance if she sought him out. Groaning inwardly, Fynta conceded. She'd just have to be careful. "Alright, let's work out some stress."

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic Rating: Mature Relationships: Aric Jorgan/Female Republic Trooper, Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine/Theron Shan, Vector Hyllus/Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine, Lana Beniko/Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor, Female Smuggler/Koth Vortena, Elara Dorne/Male Republic Trooper, Female Jedi Knight | Hero of Tython/Male Sith Warrior, Andronikos Revel/Female Sith Inquisitor, Female Sith Inquisitor/Kaliyo Djannis Series: Part 4 of Meet Me On The Battlefield Word Count: Total (52,672) Chapter (4,263)

Summary: Plans are made, Shillet gets sneaky, and Fynta causes more trouble than Theron knows how to handle.

Odessen

“That settles it, then.” Theron switched off his datapad and collected it from the center of the table before any more objections could be raised. They’d turned the image of the Star Fortress in every perceivable angle, and still had nothing better than Fynta’s suggestion. “I’ll let the commander know that it’s on.”

The group began to disperse while Theron and Vector gathered teacups and beer bottles. He glanced at his chrono, noting the late hour, and scowled. “She said something about a pre-mission routine,” Zolah answered to Theron’s unasked question.

“Let’s hope not.” Theron knew what those words would’ve meant ten years ago, then almost missed his next step. Holy kriffing hell, I’m getting old.

Theron cleared his throat when he caught Vector staring at him with an upturned eyebrow. “She should be done at the cantina by now, I’ll try her quarters first.”

Fynta’s room wasn’t far from his. They were due on the ship at 0400, and given the hour, Theron hoped that Fynta had at least turned in for the night.

Theron arrived at Fynta’s door to the sound of glass shattering inside, followed by a masculine grunt. Frowning, he pressed his ear to the cold metal in time to hear something heavy to smack against the wall. Heart racing, Theron sliced through the biometric lock as dozens of scenarios flitted through his mind. Lowest priority was  trying to ascertain how someone could have gotten through his security.

Notiac filtered all new arrivals personally, and her ability to sense guilt was unrivaled. Besides, anyone making an attempt on Fynta’s life would find themselves outmatched. She’d tear her attacker apart, even if it killed her in the process.

When Theron broke through the system's firewall, he burst into the room with blaster drawn. He forgot the weapon as he took in the scene before him. “What—” Theron sputtered, blinking rapidly, unsure where to rest his eyes.

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