Been thinking about my SWTOR characters and the partners when they’re the Outlander.
Zavvi as older, stronger. Not just a smuggler, but a smuggler baron. Her lekku are longer with age, wrapped around her neck for safety. Corso by her side, no looking a farm boy but a man, though his brown eyes still twinkle with mischief and his voice is no different.
Feyrl as a dignified Sith lady, just like her mum, but more formidable. This woman has the Murder Walk down pat and she still has her mohawk. Pierce by her side seemingly unchanged, if not a bit more scarred and with tiny glimpses of grey in his hair.
Xuleena seems as ageless as a tree, if not a bit taller and fatter with age. That doesn’t make her any less powerful, however. Felix has aged, though, his black hair greying earlier and wrinkles appearing everywhere. Nothing has dampened his spirit, though.
Nemania’s personality hasn’t aged, even if her body has. She’s new scars all over, and their are new lines around her eyes. Doc pretends he’s the same age as he ever was, but he’s just trying hard to hide the same changes as his wife.
Zamesh has aged just like her mother Feyrl; taller, stronger, looking like she could kill you in one glare. She’s an old warrior now, scars everywhere and the stress in the lines on her face. Similar has happened with Torian, now sporting a well groomed beard.
Seendra has not fared as well as her siblings and mother; hiding in the shadows does not do the body any favours. Her red hair is now short rather than long, premature lines on her face that are deep. Vector has done better, and could easily be mistaken for his younger self. He alone seems to keep Seendra afloat.
Kalketa hasn’t changed much; he still looks as dignified as his mother, and his personality is still as sweet as ever. But time has improved his combat skills, and a battle against the mild-mannered Sith is not always a pleasant one.
Rica is battle-hardened and her fun loving edge worn down. She’s seen enough death and destruction of people she cares about to pull out all the stops and give her enemies more than a little pause.
Tara took a while to step out of her mother’s shadow, but she has eventually, making a small name for herself in smuggling, high risk jobs, and having lovers (of many genders and species) in every port. She’s shied away from choosing a side and entering the main field of combat, but that might soon change...
Kafek has been molded by war and conflict and strife, and still manages to smile and make jokes. His scars have increased, and he’s lost some horns from his head, but the Commander of Havoc Squad is ready to meet any threat face on and bring it crashing to its knees. Elara is the light of his life and he owes her for keeping his good sense of humour alive. She too is older, but no less smarter and only more confident that she is fighting for the Republic and her husband.
Rexan’s shy, quiet demeanour has meant he has not had the easiest time maturing. But thanks to his best friend Luxara and his family, Rexan has not broken. He’s still quiet and reverts to his shyness in some situations, he is now a Jedi Guardian of respectable skill, and no longer suffers crippling self-doubt. He’s just trying to get over his unrequited love for Luxara now.
Luxara’s hot bloodedness has been tempered by time, and with it her combat skills have only grown. The wisdom from her age has helped her and Rexan through some tough trials, and she feels ready to take on whatever comes her way. She feels bad to have turned down Rexan when he finally admitted his love for her, but they are still fast friends, and she knows he will cross that hurdle in time.
Prompted by your tags on a post: do Zamesh and Seendra talk to each other/get along?
No. They are vaguely aware of their existance (as 'the other sister'), but do not have any contact with each other.
It's unlikely they'd get on if they crossed paths; Seendra would look down on Zamesh for becoming a bounty hunter whilst Zamesh would see Seendra as an Imperial lacky, though if they actually got to know each other, I think they'd have some common ground.
(Continued from this, contains less spoilers than the first, but still under a spoiler tag for continuity sake.)
Zamesh was grateful that Mako had made it back safely, and that Blizz had decided to take apart the stolen speeder for odds and sorts, despite Gault's complaints. He turned these complaints to Zamesh, mostly about the cold and she easily brushed him off, with the warning to leave Torian alone whilst he was in the med bay, or else.
Mako had found their next target on a planet called Voss, and Zamesh set a course there, happy to get away from Hoth and hide back under the radar again. The last thing she wanted was more bounty hunters after her.
That handled, the Sith Pureblood decided that what she really needed was a hot shower. It was her way of relaxing on the ship, letting her muscles relax and unwind and literally letting her hair down. Just a few minutes in the steam and water and the relative peace...
Her mind flickered and darted as she slowly dried herself, running the towel down her hair. It'd grown quite long; it was just past her shoulders now...The hunter wondered if she should get it cut when this was all over, and at least try to take care of her appearance a little bit.
She'd gotten dressed in a white shirt and loose fitting dull turquoise trousers when she heard a knock on the door. She knew who that was, and took a deep breath, trying to soothe her nerves that had suddenly woken up and started crackling anxiously.
Zamesh palmed open the door to see Torian, who had also taken off his durasteel armour and was instead in leathers, not even risking being in cloth as Zamesh was.
"Thought I'd take up your offer of your past." He said. "Figured it would make you feel better."
Her orange eyes widened.
"Are, are you sure?" She asked, feeling immediately chagrined at how stupid she sounded. Of course he was sure; this was Torian!
But he smiled and her nerves jittered a little and replied;
"Sure as I'll ever be."
Zamesh nodded, and stepped away, letting him in. Ever the gentleman, he palmed the door closed, looking to her for permission to lock it. He did so at the slight inclination of her head, before he hovered uncertainly nearby, unsure where to sit. Zamesh hesitated a moment as well, before she sat on her bed, awkwardly gesturing for him to join her.
A silence settled around them, only disrupted by the rumble of the ship's engines. The Pureblood fidgeted, trying to find the best way to start this all off. Oh, this wasn't going to go well...
"Look, Torian, this..." Zamesh stopped, swallowing. "This isn't easy. There's a reason I don't talk about my family very much."
"You're not gonna tell me your father dishonoured you, are you?" Torian asked, with a little smile on his face.
"Blast, I forgot about you and Jicoln - no, nothing like that. Though..." Zamesh stopped herself by jabbing her thumbnail into the pad of her hand.
"Start from the beginning. Who's your dad?" The Mandalorian spoke, seeing her uncertainty. How he was putting up with her she didn't know.
"My dad...I don't remember him much. I remember him being an Imperial though. Human, pale face...I spent more time with my mum." She shifted uncertainly. This was where the main point of the issue came, the very sharp end that caused all the problems. "My mum...well...there's no way to say this easily, so here we go," she took a deep breath, "my mum is a Sith Lord and she was also training me to be a Sith too."
Torian's brows rose up, and he looked surprised. It was the usual reaction, but Zamesh noticed that unlike Mako, who gasped and put her hands over her mouth and looked genuinely unnerved by this, the young man seemed merely ruffled by this, as if a gust of wind had suddenly changed direction on Taris.
A couple of seconds ticked by before Torian spoke again and said:
"Well, that explains a lot." For some reason, that ticked Zamesh off, and she felt her skin prickle with annoyance.
"What's the supposed to mean?" She growled softly. To her chagrin, Torian wasn't intimidated by her, and he just looked back at her, nonplussed.
"Means what it means. Far as I know about Sith trials, losers end up dying, so-"
"I never got that far. The one thing my mother did teach me was to look after myself, and I ran away and never looked back." Zamesh broke in, fists clenching. "I made sure to hide myself, never use what little of the Force I can use."
"What about Hoth?"
"Simplest way to explain it is my connection gets stronger when I'm pissed." Zamesh stated. "The first thing is a 'push', which everyone can do, I think. Then there's that Choke thing, which all Sith are taught." She shrugged. "I...don't know how to do it, really. I just do when I get angry and I want to just...kill someone."
She traced a hand over her arm slowly, finding the floor very interesting and letting the conversation slowly fizzle to a stop. There was a dark thought that was starting grow in her mind; the fact the Force responded to her whim only when she was angry, that when she wished to hurt and kill it gleefully assisted, but silent at any other, non-violent time. She didn't reveal to Torian the fact that sometimes the Force came to her in her rage, tempting her to take hold of its power and destroy and kill and slaughter. Better he didn't know that.
The silence that again descended between them was even more awkward. Torian wasn't sure what to say next, and the sentence hung in the air like a wraith, judging them. What exactly do you say next, after a conversation like that? Torian was the first to have a go.
"You miss them at all?" Her answer was immediate.
"No. I don't need them any more." She shook her head. "I have you and the others. That's enough for me." Torian nodded.
"I understand." He got up, hesitated a moment, then asked; "Is there anything else you wanna talk about?"
Zamesh eyed him half warily, half with a slight bit of awe.
"You're not...weirded out or anything?" She asked, confusion marring her voice.
"No. It all makes sense." He explained. "If I hadn't seen you in action, I wouldn't know better. I won't tell anyone. I promise."
A smile finally grew across her lips as she felt the weight pressing down on her shoulders suddenly lift off, now as light as a feather
"Thank you, Torian. It means a lot to me." He smiled back.
"Glad I could help. Like it when you don't look like you're being crushed by a bantha."
Zamesh could feel her cheeks heating up with a blush, though thanks to her bright red colouration, her cheeks would never show it unless it got really intense.
"I was worried. People don't usually react well if they know a friend was a Sith." She frowned. "I know I'm a Pureblood, but still..."
"Zem." He moved closer. "You're a Mando. You're you. That's enough for me."
Her orange eyes widened as she looked up at him, and she swore she felt her heart skip a beat.
"Really? You really mean that?"
"Of course." He reached forward slowly, touching her black hair with the tip of his finger. "Looks nice down."
More heat rose in her cheeks and Zamesh self-consciously ran a hand through her locks.
"Yeah, it's alright. I'm so used to it up though." The young man raised an eyebrow.
"Even when asleep?"
"Well, no, but the rest of time, yeah. I've had it up for so long..." She explained, Torian nodding. She noticed he was looking her over with a great deal of interest, blue eyes tracing over her body and face. Usually she'd become prickly and aggressive under such a gaze (more often a leer in actuality), but she didn't mind Torian doing it. He seemed to have a more 'polite' way of doing it, even though she was pretty much sure it was the exact same type of look.
"I understand." He nodded, before he tilted his head slightly, thoughtfully. "I should go. Taken up enough of your time."
Zamesh opened her mouth, but shut it again when she felt her words wither on her tongue. She nodded instead.
"Yeah. I need some time to relax before we gear up for our next hit on Voss." She said, yet as she watched Torian make his way to the door panel, she muttered. "Torian, you're welcome to come and talk to me here whenever you like, you know."
He hesitated, looking back at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
"I'll remember that." He said, and the Pureblood did know whether she should have been grateful that he'd heard her, or annoyed that his response was so...so...lame? She felt it wasn't what she wanted to hear.
A brief nod, and he palmed open the door and was gone. Zamesh sighed as the door closed behind him, running a hand through her hair. There was suddenly a tumult in her emotions she hadn't felt before, and she wasn't exactly sure how to deal with it. But then again, she had not really known about how to deal with anything with Torian.
She was going to push the thoughts aside when she felt the Force flex slightly. She usually paid it no heed, trying to suppress it, but this time she paid attention. She hadn't learnt much about reached out to it from her training, but the bounty hunter made a half-hearted attempt.
Instead of the dark whispers she usually got, she got just soft light, a gentleness to the Force she could only assume with the light side. And then it retreated as fast as it appeared, but Zamesh had heard something, yet not with her ears; her very being.
Alignment: Neutral Light (tends to be neutral and do as she pleases, but leans towards the light side)
Bio: Zamesh is known as the Grand Champion of the Great Hunt, and also one of the only known Sith Purebloods to be a bounty hunter, let alone a Mandalorian accepted into Mandalore's own clan. This has ganured more attention than she wishes, as really she just wants to be left alone to her own devices.
Zamesh is the eldest child of the union between Feyrl and Malavai Quinn, older than her twin Seendra by mere minutes. As a Sith Pureblood, she was of course Force Sensitive and so was to be trained as a Sith to carry on Feyrl's lineage. However, the relationship between Feyrl and Malavai eventually broke down and he couple divorced, splitting the children between them; Zamesh, of course, went to Feyrl to be trained on Korriban.
In most stories, that is where she would have remained. However, Feyrl forced her daughter to train a little too harshly, and the daughter resented this heavily, to the extent that she managed to escape Korriban after coercing a pilot with a shuttle to take her away and drop her off a place the Empire couldn't easily reach her. Outside the eyes of the Imperials, she proceeded to try and find a living; this could have become extremely unpleasnet had she not stumbled into the path of a bounty hunter called Haresh.
A Rattataki who lost her children in the jealous rage of her now very dead husband, she took pity on young Zamesh and took her under her wing, teaching her about bounty hunting. Haresh was Zamesh's mentor and pseudo-mother figure for many years until a job involving taking down a Trandoshan went awry and Haresh was mortally wounded and Zamesh gained the scars over her eye. In her dying moments, Haresh expressed how proud she was of Zamesh, and gave everything she had to her before she died. After this, Zamesh struck out on her own, making a reputation for herself.
Zamesh to outsiders is cold, blunt and rather aggressive; she does not take any flirting kindly and many men have been sent scurrying away in fear when she threatened them with grevious bodily harm. She is a little better with female attentions, managing a gruff 'I'm not into that'. before she starts getting prickly. However, she has a good heart, and can be moved to acts of kindness. She is warm and sociable to her friends, cracking jokes and enjoying drinks with them, yet she is very protective of them, especially her crew, and kidnapping, hurting or even insulting them can make Zamesh fly into the most dangerous rage, where she has the limited ability to use her Force powers against her opponents (though she rarely does).
She is known for her aggression in battle; fighting alongside Torian Cadera, they are known to tear up the battlefield and everyone in it if given half a chance. Torian attacks with his techstaff whilst Zamesh is a master with two blaster pistols and more rockets than you can shake a stick at. Battles are fast and frantic, overwhleming the unprepared. Zamesh fights honourably, sparing those who fought her in combat and most of her bounty targets are merely encased in carbonite rarely than killed. However, those she sees as having no honour, or not deserving it, will just get shot in the head. Tarro Blood was an example; Zamesh shot him in the back without his armour, pointing out to him that those who treat their opponents without honour deserve none of it for themselves.
Though Zamesh has had no interest in finding her partner for herself, she became very intrigued with Torian, much to her friend Mako's chagrin, as she also had similar thoughts about him. However, both women were adults about it, and Mako stepped when she realized that Torian was far more interested in Zamesh than her and besides, it meant she could gossip about them.
Zamesh doesn't even think of her old family; she knows she is the daughter of a powerful Sith and an Imperial, and keeps it a secret from almost everyone. She isn't aware that her mother is proudly watching her exploits from afar (saddened by the way she treated Zamesh), or that she now has a brother along with her twin sister.
Well it's an interesting thought, isn't it? I mean, DOES Kaliyo have any regrets? :D Okay okay... something not so mean... OH! I've got it! Mako writing about Torian. ^.^
[The datapad looks decpetively simple and it's just laying out in the open. But of course, it's wrapped up in encryption that only an experienced slicer could break.]
This isn't fair.
The only time a cute guy joins our group and Zam, the queen of not caring about what boys think of her has her eyes on him.
Not that I blame her or anything, he's really cute. Nice blue eyes, and I really like those scars under his eyes. They look really weird, but they just look right on him.
Ok, I have a crush on him. He's not the first good-looking person on this ship (Zam looks stunning in durasteel and I'm not sure how she does it), but he's the first good-looking guy.
But Zam is eying him up. This isn't fair. She's never been interested in anyone else! I mean, a guy who flirted with her almost went home with a broken nose!
I guess it'll be down to Torian in the end. Hopefully I can make a good impression. I think I actually have some flirting skills. I think Zam is only good at punching people.
Hell Hath No Fury like a Hunter Scorned (Part 1/2)
(Contains heavy spoilers to the Bounty Hunter storyline after Belsavis and before Voss.)
Hoth was freezing cold, but Mako thought she was the only one who was feeling it.
She briefly glanced at the woman driving the speeder, ominously silent, though earlier she had been furious, face like thunder and voice like a lightsaber. Mako knew firsthand how protective the bounty hunter was around her crew and friends, so when someone decided to kidnap the person she was most close to, the rage wasn’t an entire surprise.
The slicer just knew this wasn’t going to end well.
Zamesh gently halted the speeder outside the ice cave, noting the other speeder already abandoned there. She propped her speeder nearby, covering it with a sheet, giving a short nod to Mako.
She silently stalked through the passageway, anger simmering just under the surface of her red skin. The Sith Pureblood silently promised herself that the idiot who decided to take her Mandalorian hostage was going to regret his decision immensely, if he didn’t end up dead.
The passageway opened out into a large open area, which seemed to be the remains of a large warehouse swallowed up by Hoth’s ice drifts. Zamesh’s orange eyes were less concerned by her surroundings when her attention was drawn to a figure cuffed to a spire of ice jutting out from the floor, and his captor leering next to him. The Pureblood felt a spike of hate stab through her, and she felt the air around her shiver with anticipation.
"I was starting to think we’d have to finish without you." The taunting voice of the ransomer drifted over to her, and her fists clenched. Oh, she was going to enjoy caving his head in.
"You’ve clearly got no idea what you just got yourself into." Zamesh replied, lifting her chin. The prisoner lifted his head at her voice, but he was too far away for her to make out the expression on his face.
"You don’t say? Why don’t you come a little closer and explain it to me?" The ransomer sneered.
Without a second thought, Zamesh began to stalk over to the ransomer, about ready to break his neck. Mako hurried behind her, quietly trying to get the furious hunter’s attention, but she was so incensed she was getting tunnel vision.
When she got to a couple of feet away from her target, suddenly Torian moved, calling out to her:
"Ambush, run!"
It was only then that Zamesh looked around, and saw numerous heavily armoured hunters suddenly appear around her, their blasters pointing all at her, the ransomer smirking widely.
"You aren’t saying something your ‘friend’ doesn’t already know." He said, oozing arrogance. "You know, Grand Champion, you’ve got talent. The overseers would have scouted you eventually. We could have helped you make a real mark on the galaxy. Now you’ll have to settle for your gaudy title and second best."
Zamesh’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t understand a word of what he was saying, but she did sense the insult and felt her skin prickle angrily. She decided to stick to business.
"I won’t ask again. Let him go before you do something you can’t take back." She snarled.
"You should really take your own advice." The man tutted. "Bounty hunting isn’t a game, whatever the Mandalorians think. It’s a serious business, with serious consequences. Consequences you’re about to become intimately familiar with." And with that, he pulled a blaster and Zamesh knew the talking was over.
Something snapped inside her, and she felt strength fill her muscles, power crackling along her arms. Zamesh had a secret that wasn’t really a secret; her species was known for Force Sensitivity, so it was no surprise that she could manipulate the Force.
The only difference was that Zamesh never wanted to train as a Sith. But she had learnt a few tricks in her brief stint in the Sith Academy; tricks people rarely expected from a bounty hunter.
In one, instinctive push, she pushed the Force forward and it slammed against the ransomer, lifting him clear off his feet. The shocked expression on his face caused something inside Zamesh to tingle with pleasurable cruelty.
This move caused the other attackers to hesitate, clearly not expecting their target to be able to use the Force, though if they actually had time to think about it, it would be a reasonable assumption.
However, Zamesh was ready, pulling out her blaster pistols and starting to fire on her attackers without mercy, Mako quickly finding cover to allow her companion to cause chaos. Recovering from their brief shock, her attackers retaliated as blaster bolts began to fly every which way, some seeking cover whilst others relied on their armour.
Zamesh flicked a few discreet switches on her gauntlet, and a couple of missiles appeared from hidden compartments, hissing loudly as they were launched towards their victims. One missed as someone hit the deck, but the rest hit home, yells of pain echoing around the cavern.
The fight continued to be brutal, as Zamesh alternately peppered her foes with blaster bolts and missiles, the odd rail shot flashing out. Mako assisted; shooting at the ransomer to keep him away from her friend and shooting the occasionally kolto dart to keep the hunter in top shape. One man managed to get into melee range with the Pureblood, but a rocket assisted uppercut shattered his jaw, whilst a shot to his head killed him. Others got close, but she activated her flamethrower and drove them back, setting one hunter on fire.
Eventually, though, Zamesh emerged victorious from the ambush, and her first concern was to immediately attend to Torian. He smiled slightly as she marched over to him, though he did look a little sheepish; probably about being caught in such a trap, but Zamesh didn’t blame him; the ransomer was a scumbag.
"That’s my girl." He said as she got close. "I owe you. Again. My turn to be bait, I guess."
It was only when his blue eyes met her orange did Zamesh relax slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips, taking out her vibroknife to cut him free from his bonds.
"You able to move to out?" She asked him, too wound up to let her guard down.
"Definitely." He replied, non-plussed. He did seem a little stand-offish to her, but she didn’t have time to think about when Mako’s voice interrupted.
"Hey, one of these creeps is still alive and kicking!"
Zamesh’s anger returned, back to simmering below the surface, and she stalked over to where Mako pointed, Torian following behind her. It was the ransomer, crippled by a shot to his knee, and so very much alive, though Zamesh vowed to end that boon soon enough.
"H-How?" He gasped, just managing to push himself into sitting up. "This should have been total overkill…"
The Sith Pureblood snarled, snatching up his collar and lifting the man up into her face, her eyes full of savage rage.
"You want overkill?" She hissed. "I’ll show you overkill." The Force curled around her hands, whispering temptingly to use it, to crush his miserable throat.
"It was just a job!" He blubbered, all traces of arrogance and bravado gone. "The overseer says to kill, I kill - you know how it is, I don’t get a say! I want out. I don’t care how good the money is, it’s not worth it."
A lance of fury went through Zamesh at those words. She never had much time for begging, but this just crossed the line. The Force crackled ominously.
"Do you seriously think that’s going to get me to spare you?!" She yelled, slamming him hard into the snow. "What did you say to me earlier? ‘Bounty hunting isn’t a game - it’s a serious business, with serious consequences’." She watched as his eyes widened as his our words were turned against him. "This is the consequence; you don’t kill your target, your target kills you." Her grip tightened, her orange eyes starting to glow slightly as she felt strength filling her muscles once more. "It’s too late for regrets now, and you have any balls you’d take what was coming with the same arrogance you were taunting me with earlier." She pulled out a blaster, aiming it square between his eyes, which were as wide as they could go, and he wriggled frantically.
"No no please! I’m sorry-"
"Too late." She replied coldly, and pulled the trigger. The ransomer’s body convulsed and lay still, his dull eyes frozen open in fear. Mako blanched, looking away in disgust, but Torian just looked on impassively, watching Zamesh drop the corpse into the snow.
"Finished?" He asked, breaking the silence.
A breath hissed out of her nostrils, and she felt the anger within her start to bleed away, her shoulders relaxing and her hands flexing.
"Yes." She turned to Mako, who was looking pale. "Mako, get back to the ship and pull together some for our next target. You can steal that other speeder; not like they’re going to need it anymore."
"Got it." Mako saw the order for what it was, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Be careful, you two."
"I should say the same to you, Mako." The hunter replied. "I don’t want anyone else in danger."
The slicer nodded, before leaving the two Mandalorians alone in the cavern. There was a brief pause before Zamesh looked over to Torian, a proper smile gracing her lips this time.
"You know, I was actually starting to miss you." She told him, beginning to walk away.
"Me too." He replied in his usual clipped manner. But there was something to his voice that made her hesitate, and she looked back to him. He was watching her slightly warily, as if she was going to turn on him suddenly. She stopped to regard him, feeling a small worm of fear coil in the base of her stomach.
"What’s wrong, Torian?" She asked. "It wasn’t your fault you got caught, that arsehole used a cheat trick on you-"
"It’s not that." He replied. "You used the Force."
Zamesh startled, realizing the truth in that statement. Mako had seen her use the Force before, using it to strangle a man who had attempted to attack her friend with a knife, and the slicer had sworn it to secrecy. None of the others knew; even though Torian was now her main fighting partner, she had not used or told him of her Force powers. It was a part of her past she preferred to keep to herself. Mostly because it was irrelevant now, but also because she was rather anxious of what people would think about her if they knew her parentage.
"I…did." She admitted.
A silence swallowed them, the snow devouring all the sounds except from their breathing and her heartbeat in her ears. It was Torian who broke the silence first.
"I always wondered if you could use it, being a Pureblood." He said, eyes twinkling. "Guess there’s no such thing as a Force-blind Pureblood after all."
Zamesh, on the other hand, was not as relaxed.
"No. We’re all Force-sensitive. Kinda why we’re called Purebloods." She rubbed the scars on her face self-consciously, feeling anxiety wriggling around her spine.
Torian knew enough about Zamesh’s moods to realize something was amiss, and he frowned.
"Something bothering you?"
She snorted derisively. What kind of a question was that?! However, the hunter did not this thought surface on her face, looking merely ruffled and annoyed.
"Yeah." She nodded. "Mostly because this usually results in people asking about my past." Her orange eyes flicked away from his gaze. "It never ends well." Mako’s shocked face was forever burned in her mind. The slicer hadn’t let it come between them, but Zamesh just knew she thought of the bounty hunter differently. There was a cliff between them now.
"I figured you wanna keep it secret. That’s why I never asked." Torian replied, his eye contact strong and steady, much unlike hers. "I’m not asking you to tell me. That’s your business. If you want to keep your secrets, fine by me. But if you want to tell me, I’ll be waiting."
Another pause.
"Thank you, Torian." The Pureblood bowed her head respectfully. "That…means a lot to me."
The Mandalorian nodded, expression unreadable as it usually was.
"We should move out. Mako will be anxious." He pointed out, to which Zamesh agreed, starting to walk out of the cavern again. Her pace was slow, allowing Torian to catch up to her and walk by her side.
"Mako’s stolen their speeder; ours is still there." She explained, a slight, genuine smile finally managing to make its way to her lips. "I need someone to ride with me to keep me warm."
"Hope you weren’t too cold when riding out here." Torian replied, grinning.
"I’ve nothing against Mako, but she’s as thin as a credstik and doesn’t give as much warmth as you." The Pureblood winked at him, feeling the temperature start to drop as they began to reach the entrance of the cave. She suddenly turned to her companion, the thought that had been swimming around her head finally making its way to her mouth. "Hey Torian?"
"Listening." He met her orange eyes as she made to look at him earnestly.
"Look, once we get back to the ship and get everything settled…We’ll find a private place to talk and I’ll tell you about my past, okay? I…figure you need to know anyway." She was surprised when his hand touched her arm, hesitating for a second before his fingers curled around it.
"Zem," he spoke softly, "you don’t to say anything about your past if you want to. I understand."
Zamesh was glad her skin was bright red, as she could feel her cheeks heating in a blush. She could never understand how easily Torian managed to brush aside her toughness and get the person behind all the armour. But she never minded it; he did it so gently and she knew he had similar feelings for her that she had for him.
"I know, but…I’ll feel better if I tell you. I feel like I can trust you about it." I hope. She couldn’t help but think.
"It’s your choice." Torian asserted, ending the discussion as he usually did. She still felt a little ruffled whenever he did it, but she was learning to deal with it.
It was her choice indeed. A choice she would take, as the Pureblood knew it would just come back to haunt her later; might as well tell him now and save herself hassle later.
She just hoped Torian wouldn’t judge her too harshly when she revealed some particular secrets…
She's probably the only 'Mandalorian' I know of who is Force Sensitive due to being a Sith Pureblood and inducted into a clan.
I don't think she would have told Torian about it (Mako would know earlier do to the two working together in the Great Hunt) until she gets pissed off with a certain guy and Force Chokes him to death.
I just wonder if Torian would have assumed her sensitivity sooner due to her species and just never mentioned it, so when Zamesh tries to explain herself he just brushes it off like it's no bother.
Greed: a headcanon about something your character hordes or collects
Feyrl: She doesn’t collect anything obsessively, but she tends to accumulate quite a lot of different Sith robes.
Zamesh: Tends to collect small trophies of her worthy kills, embracing the Mandalorian lifestyle. She tends to have several blaster pistols with kills to their names.
Sloth: a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general
Feyrl: Other Sith that think they are the Force’s gift to the galaxy and wreck the Empire with their backstabbing. She believes they would have defeated the Republic if not for the machinations of less patriotic Sith.
Zamesh: She hates the fact the Empire seems to insist that she works for them. The Mandalorians might like the Empire, but she cannot shake the need to pick and choose at times.
Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about
Feyrl: She considers herself a much better fighter than the majority of Jedi (Xuleena and some other Jedi are excluded from this). As you can imagine, this can lead her into trouble.
Zamesh: When the Republic was hunting her down, Zamesh didn’t really consider them a threat. Until a certain incident, but even now she considers them much weaker than the Empire.
Gluttony: a headcanon about food or obsessions
Feyrl: Has a taste for fine food, and has a minor lactose intolerance (so she can’t drink pure milk but can eat products of milk).
Zamesh: Loves spicy food, and can tolerant tiingilar with little bother. As you can imagine, Torian is very pleased by this.
Wrath: a headcanon about your character and their anger management
Feyrl: She manages it rather well; usually she let her anger leak out into the Force to make her presence more daunting and imposing to warn people if they are getting on her nerves. She controls her anger to fuel her combat and is very powerful if very angry.
Zamesh: A lot more short tempered than her mother; offending her is usually an opening for her to use violence. She snaps rather easily and does not tolerant fools gladly.
Envy: a headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies
Feyrl: Just wants to be loved like Zavvi and Corso love each other (her feelings about this morph between jealousy to hate to respect over time).
Zamesh: Just wants to fit in somewhere, whether it be in her Mandalorian clan or her crew. She has no interest in finding her biological family again, however.
Lust: a headcanon about your character’s romantic and/or sexual life
Feyrl: Is usually dominant in her romantic and sexual relationships, and it is a rare man that can convince her to be the bottom (even Pierce has trouble sometimes)
Zamesh: Inexperienced and disinterested in sex for a long time and would rebuff any flirting attempts with a blaster and a threat or two. Her experience with Torian has improved her significantly, however.
