My Wrath, Juno, is still mad at Quinn for his betrayal so she assigns him the worst solo missions.
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
Exhibit C:
Exhibit D:
And he comes back successful every. single. time.
If she were a normal Sith, she would find this impressive and hate fuck him until she got over it. But unfortunately for him, she has high expectations for a partner, a boat full of mommy issues, and self-respect to not fall into a traitor's bed.
It's a good thing she didn't marry him when he originally floated that idea to her. Besides, she didn't think her Uncle Otho (the head of the Klaa'ar family) would approve of her marrying a Force-null man.
meanwhile, I had an urge to create myself a Baddie McEvil Awfulman for funsies, as one does. therefore, a certain Malavai Quinn now has to studiously ignore the hot pureblood Sith in a gay harness behind him.
This is Nye. He's a good and proper Sith: big, gaudy, full of himself, and generally a fountain of joy with a side of sadism.
The game proposed I name him thus. It was with great reluctance I moved the cursor away.
His preferred graphic lag is disappearing sabers, so it looks like he's just pummeling the enemy with his fists. Quite proper for a Marauder, actually. Also for some reason, his Force reflection becomes Kallig??
He's got himself a dark Jaesa and she wants to hunt Ivorick.
I have so many opinions on this version of Jaesa and none of them are fit for polite society. Look at her unholy union with Baras. Disgusting.
Vette secretly hates Nye (he took his sweet time letting her out of the collar) but also it's very comfy to hide behind his bulk.
Sometimes he has to choose the LS option in order to be smart and that pains him.
Seriously, why is it so hard to earn DS rank in this game.
vette is just always going on about getting some shut-eye.... do we ever sleep??
that’s the REAL reason we keep getting sent off to different planets: all sith are required to go into hyperspace every 76 hours because the only way to get one to stop moving long enough to sleep is to trap them in a tiny tin can for hours at a time
I was supposed to post my Seti Lark/Aric Jorgan fic today, but I did not do any editing for it, so I present this to you instead. There are typos and grammar mistakes I'm sure. but It's 11pm and my eyes cannot stay open.
Fandom: SWTOR
Series: Elliedearest 2026 SWTOR Ficlets
Pairings: Juno Klaa'ar (Sith Warrior)/Lana Beniko
Setting: Odessen, KOFTE (probably before meeting Firebrand)
word count: 557
Prompt: "I don't sleep unless you're close."
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Juno stepped into her quarters with a noisy exhale, rubbing her forehead to quell the headache pounding against her skull like an angry Gundark. If she had to listen to Koth and Senya fight over their past issues one more time, she was going to throw them off the highest building she could find. Or cut their tongues out and feed it to the Odessen wildlife. She wasn't choosy.
"I take it the meeting went well," Lana's light, soothing voice interrupted her murderous thoughts. Juno glanced up. Lana was sitting in bed, propped up by dozens of pillows, with a datapad in hand.
"Well enough. I thought you'd be sleeping by now, love," Juno said.
"I couldn't sleep," Lana answered with a shrug.
"Oh?"
Juno climbed the steps to her bed, dropping her golden cuffs and gloves on the nightstand, alongside her lightsaber and haircords, before moving to her private locker to put away the rest of her armor.
"I could have sworn you had a reputation of being an easy sleeper. Or at least it was one of the things Theron complained about on Rishi," Juno said, smiling at Lana's eye roll. "Something about always leaving him talking alone?"
"Theron is a gossipy old Orobird," Lana grumbled, "and maybe if he had something of substance to share at a respectable time and not in the middle of the night, I wouldn't have fallen asleep on him."
Juno chuckled. She got into bed, her hands immediately seeking Lana's waist, gently pulling her to her larger form.
"Careful," Lana said, quickly placing her datapad beneath her pillow before curling into Juno's warmer body, entangling their legs together.
Lana tilted her face up, her eyes beseeching. Juno squeezed her waist, endeared, and ducked her head to oblige her with a kiss.
"So what is the real reason you are still awake?" Juno asked after a few moment. She was pleased by the dazed, dreamy look in her lover's eyes and couldn't resist pressing her thumb against Lana's swollen bottom lip.
Lana's eyes sharpened into focus as their eyes met. Juno removed her thumb with a cheeky smile, rubbing her cheek instead.
"Truthfully," Lana began,"I find myself not sleeping unless you're close."
Juno's heart melted at the confession.
"Why did you not mentioned this before, my love?" She said softly.
"I hadn't noticed before," Lana said, mindlessly wrapping Juno's unbounded hair around her fingers. "I have been with you since we rescued you from Arcann's treasury so there was no sudden changes to my sleeping schedule, but as you undertake more missions away, I guess I…"
"You worry," Juno finished.
Lana sighed. "I know it's ridiculous to worry over the Wrath, you do know how to take care of yourself, but…I don't know…"
"Thank you," Juno interrupted, taking Lana's hand and placing it directly over her heart, "for caring. It's been a very long time since anyone has ever been worried about me."
"I'll always care," Lana said softly, smiling sweetly up at her. She rested her head on Juno's shoulder.
"I might not be able to completely alleviate your worries," Juno said, "but would it help if I leave my comms open? At least until I know you're asleep?"
Lana was quiet for a moment. "This is entirely ridiculous of me, but yes, I think it would help."
Juno dropped a kiss on the crown of her head. "Consider it done."
