#tinidur hell

[babedur]

Overgrown (1838 words) by forgetcanon Characters: Bao-Dur, Female Jedi Exile, Nemo (Knights of the Old Republic) Additional Tags: Master & Padawan Relationship(s) Series: Part 12 of and love was their savior

Summary:

The Room of a Thousand Fountains has been left to its own devices, in the year it stood abandoned.

OR: Nemo and Bao-Dur try to understand the Exile.

[babedur]

HEART OF THE STORM IS BREAKING MY HEART WITH TINIAT/BAO-DUR FEELS SHE ISNT HIS GENERAL IN THIS VERSE SHE'S JUST A KIND WOMAN AND HE DECIDES TO RISK EVERYTHING TO HELP HER FUCK. ME.

[babedur]

:^)

Bao-Dur was no Echani handmaiden, but even he could see the difference in the General.

During the war, the way she had moved had stricken him. All Jedi had a certain precision to their movements, but she had taken it a step beyond. He had enjoyed watching her move the way he might enjoy the movements of a well-maintained droid. Every quirk of the lip, every gesture, and every footfall- they were synchronized for maximum impact.

At the time, her desired impact had been the annihilation of the Mandalorians. At that, she had excelled. And he had been glad to serve under her, to provide the best tools for the task at hand.

But she moved differently, now. She shifted her weight when she stood. She gave way for strangers in a crowd. Sometimes she regained her old precision of movement, but it was less like the well-oiled and maintained weapon of efficient destruction she had been before. Something had been knocked loose.

Sometimes Bao-Dur watched her, in the quiet moments when the two of them worked on their projects, trying to puzzle out exactly what it was.

[babedur]

step 1: think of bao-dur and the exile

step 2: listen to “skyfall”

step 3: sit down on the floor. perhaps lay down. curl into a ball.

step 4: when the sky falls, when it crumbles, we will stand tall and face it all...

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"YOU DID WHAT?!" for Tiniat and Bao-Dur c:

Bao-Dur’s voice was as close to alarmed as he ever sounded. “You did what?"

“I made a deal with the Serocco gangs that I would win them the Exchange’s territory if they would lay off the other refugees.”

“I understood that part. I am struggling with the fact that you then lead the gang into the Exchange base, killing them all and claiming it for the Serocco.”

The general bit back a smile. “I don’t understand why you’re confused. You seem like you got what happened."

Bao-Dur gave her a flat look. “General, this is no laughing matter. You have just gone out of your way to anger one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the galaxy, by routing one of their operations using an assassin droid, a gang of pent-up war veterans, and Atton."

“The Handmaiden helped, too."

“And you did all of this without asking my help, or Mical’s. Even Visas could have aided you. General, did you think about what would have happened if you had died?"

The general had thought his rant rather funny up until then. “I didn’t die."

Bao-Dur clenched his fists. “And what will happen now, because you have the Exchange’s attention?"

“They’ll raise the bounty on me, enough so that the bounty hunters stop tracking me and actually attack."

“And you think that is a good thing? General-"

“Of course I don’t!” the general snapped. “It isn’t a good thing that the Jedi are all but eradicated! It isn’t a good thing that the Exchange and the Sith have teamed up to kill me! It isn’t a good thing that Atris believes that I’m a darksider, or that the Republic may be on the verge of collapse, or that we’re the only people who actually seem to be trying to fix it!"

Bao-Dur’s shock silenced him. Out in the main room, Atton’s cheerful banter with the astromech abruptly went silent. No doubt half the ship could hear her tirade.

The general carried on, not noticing or not caring. “Our plan, such as it is, is to find four people who are supposed to be the wisest in the galaxy, who took one look at the coming danger for the galaxy and decided to hide! Tell me, what did Master Vrook manage to tell us about the Sith? Almost nothing, which is about what I expect from everyone else on the council. So, yes. I decided that I should get one of the mynocks off our back while I had the chance, and I helped a few hundred people here in the doing.” She crossed her arms, breathing hard. “Am I wrong?"

Bao-Dur closed his eyes for a moment.

Was the General wrong in taking a hasty course of action, born out of futile rage and fear? Quite.

But he did not have a better alternative.

“Staying alive doesn’t seem to be very high on your list of priorities, that’s all,” Bao-Dur said at last. 

The general sighed. “No, it isn’t.”

She left her vibroblade by the workbench to clean later. She was almost into the hall when Bao-Dur said, “It is on mine."

She paused.

“Your life,” Bao-Dur explained. “I would prefer if you lived. All things considered."

She didn’t turn to face him. She didn’t walk away. He’d caught her speechless. It was a first.

“Thank you,” she said at last. 

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okay but looking at this though

bao-dur is very, very to the point. very clipped, very efficient- did you hear about our common enemy? oh, good, you did. that’s all.

this might just be because it’s a random snippet of dialogue that most players wouldn’t think to go get- there’s not much reason to go talk to the Ithorians again after you escape Citadel Station. 

But also... Bao-Dur is like this in most of his conversations. He doesn’t beat around the bush at all, he doesn’t do niceties. “I’m trying to work here, Atton.” “You are harming her.”

Just try and imagine Bao-Dur gossiping, or discussing the weather. (He’d probably do it like he does anything else, really. ”I would rather not speak of him when he is not present.” “It might rain later. We’ll need to cover the speeder.”)

Again, this may be an effect of gameplay, but the only time he ever comes close to rambling is with the Exile. “After you.” “Sorry, General, I’m flat out.” “Too bad we’re not droids, huh?”

tbh I’m not sure what that means, but I like it.