This was prompted mostly from a recent review I got on my story “Trusting the Monster,” which shows the relationship between my pureblood sith warrior Qai’rha Askon and Crimmson’s imperial agent Solune Rauthaz.
you guys should tell me about your swtor characters and about the things they do when they think nobody else is watching. DO THEY EAT GROSS FOOD do they walk around naked DO THEY DANCE FROM ONE END OF THE SHIP TO THE OTHER do they make out with the ship droid
What do they do
Am I allowed to do this? I only just followed you…
OH WELL IT MAKES ME THINK AND EXPAND ON MY CHARS SO HERE GOES.
Qai’rha having the ship to herself would probably end up with sexy times on account of calling Solune over. Otherwise I think she’s pretty dull, though she will walk around in her underwear you probably wouldn’t walk in on her stark naked, free swinging breasts do not make for comfortable work outs.
Allaeria smokes space weed when no one else is around and has discussions with the dude in carbonite on her wall (I still have no fucking idea why the bounty hunter has a random dude in carbonite HANGING ON THE WALL) for shits and giggles. During this time I also picture her eating an unhealthy amount of cake, but all the chasing of targets and random brawls she gets into make up for it, so she gets to keep her figure. Her muscular, body type three figure.
Jintalla, being the former slave, isn’t good at having fun on her own, but I imagine her taking interest in music and picture her trying to sing and find music that she likes in her free time when absolutely no one can listen in on her. She’d get hilariously embarrassed if someone walked in on her and they would probably receive a lightning bolt to the face for their bad timing.
Finally Ash, the only Republic char I care about. When no one else is on the ship she gets out her sand people clothing and walks around it it, practising fighting manoeuvres with a gaffi stick. She also reads what information the “civilized” galaxy has on the Ghorfa and makes a point of noting everything wrong about it out of spite. Also while wearing the clothing. You have never seen a human change clothes so fast when she knows people are coming back to the ship.
Ash wasn’t sure if it was obvious but no matter how hard she tried she could not sleep on the trip back to Coruscant. She lay awake with her mind racing and frozen at the same time, unable to think of anything yet harassed by a million thoughts.
She lay sprawled on her bed, everyone but 4X and N2 resting; 4X powered down on occasion to check his systems.
Staring up at the ceiling provided no answers. She didn’t know what to make of her existence after being on Tatooine again.
“Thanks for teaching these pups a thing or two.”
“Don’t thank me for this. Don’t ever thank me for this.”
She hadn’t allowed the old man to respond, brusquely asking if they required anything else done.
Her fingers curled into the sheets of her bed and she sat up, brows knitting in frustration. She never wanted to return to Tatooine ever again, not while her loyalties were demanded by someone else, not while she was still part of this broken, bloated ‘tribe.’
Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed she got up and stretched her body out, finding her hair tie and getting her hair out of the way.
It was a lot more comforting than she felt it should be, wearing a helmet again in this desert heat. She’d finally relented to the urge and constructed one for herself during some downtime between missions. She’d wear it if only to keep the heat off her skin, she wasn’t a naturally dark person and growing up with her entire body shielded by thick coverings did nothing to change that. The sun had no mercy for a pale hide.
She made it recognizable with the rest of her armour, no matter how much instinct pushed her to make it personally familiar. Ghorfa coverings didn’t have comms and air filtering.
Regardless of her muddled feelings on what should be a simple thing, she was thankful for one aspect. It hid the anger and disgust on her face when she was asked to take the militia recruits of some pitiful trading post out and train them against the local tribe.
She was silent for only a few seconds but her mind raced, her heart felt like it twisted upon itself and her gut froze. She had so far avoided directly conflicting with the Ghorfa, a sense of loyalty to a life and culture she couldn’t return to. She wasn’t one of them any more, she couldn’t be; so who was she loyal to?
Elara’s voice snapped her back to reality, “I’ll do it.”
The recruits were young pliant things who could barely hold a gun and Ash did not honestly see many of them surviving a fight against Ghorfa. She bit back her sneer at the boast over Vastil’s knowledge of the Ghorfa, she didn’t need his help to fight them; she knew them better than any of these clueless outsiders ever would.
They set out towards the overrun settlements and Ash could feel Elara’s eyes on her. She wondered if Elara felt bad when fighting Imperials, was Elara silently questioning her resolve to help the side she joined instead of the side she came from?