The Elarian Wing’s cockpit was dimly lit by streaks of luminous green. In its center was Vorinthia, reclining in the pilot’s chair with hands resting on her abdomen as the ship moved through hyperspace. She never liked flying much but the quiet vastness of space has always agreed with her. Far away from any sentient being, the Force empath found a unique kind of solace that lulled her into a state of near-sleep. There was nobody whose emotions might involuntarily affect her; no hunter aiming for her apprentice’s life anymore; no Darth Severous around whom she had to stay vigilant and mask her feelings; and she knew her children were safe –wherever they were. There wasn’t even an ounce of worry about what her Penumbral allies were doing, at least for now. She was going home after all and she deserved her peace.
She basked in her solitude for some time until an astromech’s thrills and light from tachyon particles outside the viewport roused her. The small droid said something in binary as it rolled across the room, his chrome dome-shaped head reflecting the lights. Vorinthia sat properly upright, ignoring the slight feeling of nausea she felt, as the ship returned to realspace. She had reached the hyper-point connecting Hydian and Perlemian routes.
“Alright THRAN, help me with the route coordinates,” Vorin commanded while preparing her ship for a jump into another hyperlane that would bring her back to Chandrila. Moving the hyperdrive engine’s control lever, she finalized the jump sequence. But something was amiss. Instead of leaving realspace, the Wing began to shake –slowly, at first, until the sheer force of it tripped the alarms.
“What’s going on!?” It wasn’t an attack –The Force hasn’t warned her of any malicious intent and she didn’t feel any turbolaser hitting the ship. Vorin’s eyes moved from one screen to another, scanning various displays and readings. THRAN replied with a high-pitched noise. Something about being pulled. By then, Vorin noticed her ship moved to its starboard-side and the shaking slowing down. In near panic, she tried activating the hyperdrive engine again, routing every power the Wing possessed for the task. That only started the rumblings anew and her astromech warned her about possible engine damage. Within minutes of being pulled, a dull grey, medium-sized cruiser of unrecognizable class came within sight at the corner of the viewport. It clearly wasn’t a Republic vessel and it didn’t look like pirates. If it was an Imperial cruiser, she had never seen one like it before.
The cruiser had a vertical build with a spherical section in its “top” which appeared to house the bridge. In its mid-section, Vorin could see a hangar, where her own ship was being pulled to. She glared at the intercom, anticipating a hail.
Nothing.
THRAN spoke again. Vorin couldn’t translate the entire sentence but she understood what was said. Fighting the tractor beam with her ship would be futile. There’s enough time, she thought to herself. The pull is slow enough for me to prepare. She ran into the ship’s armory.
“THRAN, hide yourself. You know what to do!”
*****
Half a dozen men and women greeted the Wing’s arrival into the hangar with much uproar. Once the white-and-green painted ship landed, two from the group blasted the Wing’s door open with blaster cannons. The rest charged inside, their red lightsaber blades manifesting as Vorin welcomed them with her own in the main hold. She staved off the first boarder, who -judging by his movements- seemed to avoid aiming for her vital areas. That proved to be disastrous for him as Vorin was fully intent on dispatching them all with the ferocious Juyo form she had been practicing recently. He fell, his abdomen seared open diagonally by one of Vori’s blades, and the pain he felt while slumping on the floor became the grindstone to sharpen her focus.
The other attackers wasted no time to step in, charging at Vorin alternatingly from different sides. She wound another one in the arm when the assailant, a young human female, got too close. It was a calculated move on her part, successfully pushing Vorin closer to the wall. Vorin cursed internally for allowing herself to be cornered but her ship’s small space offered little advantage to her in the first place. Outnumbering her, one of the attackers managed to crush Vori’s wrist using The Force, disarming the woman’s offhand saber. Losing one made an opening in her guard and another assailant hit Vori’s face with the blunt end of her own deactivated lightsaber.
They didn’t wait until she hit the floor before shooting her with a tranquilizer projectile.
*****
In his hiding spot –a nondescript space beside Vorin’s tihaar stash– THRAN emerged to inspect the situation. His master and the attackers were gone a while ago, carried off when he turned himself off temporarily to avoid attention. The attackers didn’t make a thorough inspection of the ship after they subdued Vorinthia. Still, THRAN detected sentients outside the ship’s entrance. He also noticed that the Wing wasn’t in the hangar anymore, judging from the view of trees and ground visible outside. The astromech spun and did what Vorin programmed it to do in the case of such emergency: sending a broadcasted to certain people in her list of numbers. Where ever they were, Xirandir and Ami’lee would receive an encrypted message:
//If you receive this that means I’m in danger
and my astromech droid did as I programed him
to send this during distress.
This message should be accompanied
with my latest-known coordinate .
-Vorinthia//
The coordinates he gathered and sent with the transmission marked the planet Korriz in the Esstran sector. THRAN whistled a sad beep quietly and waited.
[2/16/2016 7:42:24 AM] Vorinthia: I’ve been playing too much Skyrim (never too much) and had a dream about Vori fighting a dragon with a lightsaber in Hjaalmarch and Xir watching. >_>
[2/18/2016 12:17:25 PM] Xirandir: The Xir watches and cheers on Vori until the dragon is expired, and then continues on the adventure.
…and later introduces her to the world of crazy space-viking sex in a cave in the middle of Eastmarch.
[2/18/2016 12:20:18 PM] Vorinthia: Good lord. XD
No, no. Xir had some sort of vague artifact he was going to use against a dragon (could be the Elder Scrolls I guess but this part was vague). But, when he arrived to fight the dragon someone was there and it was Vori, fighting a dragon on a personal quest for vengeance. She wasn’t strong enough though and almost died but Xir stepped in and used the artifact. Then he carried her unconscious self somewhere, nurtured her until she woke up.
She woke up mad, “what did you do to the dragon, it was mine to kill” >:U
[2/18/2016 12:21:31 PM] Xirandir: “Well, you’re mine to keep and love - and I can’t do that if you’re being digested.”
[2/18/2016 12:23:33 PM] Vorinthia: I forgot what happened next but I think she tried to leave, but wasn’t strong enough and fell down. He held her and she was like “okay this is actually kinda nice keep holding me >:n”
I remember she got so mad she smacked off his mask.
So a few days ago I had a SkyrimXSWTOR crossover dream in which Vori went on a personal quest of vengeance against a dragon. Fighting a dragon with lightsabers! Yes, I know there’s a mod for that. My RP partner chimed in and according to him there’d be a sexy time somewhere… 😑
I'm in a somber mood because my rp partner got injured. Here's a beautiful, lovable, all-around great human friend somewhere currently in pain & bed-ridden. He's halfway across the world & I'm helpless to do anything to make him feel better expect talking to him. And that's not okay. Nothing about that is okay at all. It's not the end of the world, he's recovering and all that, but it still makes me very unhappy whenever I think about it.
Xirandir: :O omg suddenly Xirandir's beard is made of cotton lol
Me, moments later, crafting in DA Inquisition: Wait...that would make his beard having +5 Willpower, 7% chance to heal on kill, and 10% healing bonus on all sources.
A thousand miles an hour
Every clock was tired
‘Cause when the summer’s young
It’s nights spoke in tongues
It’s calling out our names
As every evening soured
And drawing moth’s to flames
All its nouns we’d sing
Its verbs would bite and sting
As every evening soured
We’re counting down the hours
'Cause when the summer’s young
It’s nights spoke in tongues
Whisper sweet your hand in mine
Had we met before out time
A kiss that’s not refused
A promise that wasn’t true
Please don’t stop or refrain
As caution would course through our brains
We know to this there’s no rules
A love that suffers no fools
Thousand - Horse Feathers
An artwork I did a while back, based on one of the most epic story arcs I’ve ever partook. My RP partner, Xirandir, wrote & DMed the arc. The character on the left belongs to him.
