#shreea

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Weaving memories of my own,

Grooming the trees that have grown out of the seeds I’ve sown,

Trying to sing along the tone,

To remain steady on my throne,

As I see the faces known,

Turn to dust that out of the window I’ve long thrown,

But there are some deaths that I still mourn,

Lately I’ve realised that through all these things,

I’ve grown...

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[image: a ballpoint pen drawing of a twilek woman with a scar on the right half of her face (shreea). She’s holding a rifle in one hand and a twilek baby in the other. Next to her is a droid with a nearly featureless face (sans two eyes), triangular torso, and large forearms compared to exceptionally skinny bicep area. Shreea smiles at the baby. The droid says “Your baby is small and weak and cannot protect itself.” Shreea says “That’s why we gotta do it, Deex.” end image]

And that baby is Tank. She’s surrounded by her mom, Shreea who is an ex bounty hunter, and her mom’s friend? sort of? droid? who is a DX annihilator unit that got taken off the network after an assassination gone bad, and was found by Shreea when she was a kid on Nar Shaddaa. Tank was raised by these two dorks.

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The lights are dim,

But still they shine,

There’s a shiver,

Running down my spine,

But I’ve decided,

I won’t let down anyone this time.

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Gloomy are the days,

Scary are the nights,

Without them its like,

A hole in the atmosphere,

Blur is every sight.

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[image: a digital art drawing of two twileks from SWTOR. There is Tank, a tall buff red skinned twilek with a broad rectangular face and intricate black tattoos, smiling with her teeth showing and making a thumbs up at herself. She’s wearing a sleeveless white shirt and vest. There’s also Shreea, a tall-ish (but not as tall) purple skinned twilek with dark purple tattoos and a burn scar over her right eye and cheek. She’s wearing a brown trenchcoat and black undershirt, and smiling slightly. She’s leaned up against Tank, and Tank’s resting a hand on her shoulder. The image underneath this is just their faces closer up. end image]

Drew Tank and her mom

well technically this is before Tank ran off to work w/ the resistance and then the republic military, so she’s not called Tank. but im not sure my followers who don’t read my tags even know what her real, non nickname is :P (its saeyt)

she’s about 18 here so maybe she should’ve been slightly less buff, and gained more muscle mass later? but w/e

Tank’s tattoos are similar in scheme to her mom’s. Tank is very inspired by her mom, she wants to emulate her especially when she hasn’t gone out and done her own plot stuff yet

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Let me be

Let me fly

Let me cry

Let me lie

Let me be

Let me live