I can only share his sentiments, “I go to sleep for two minutes and THIS happens?!”
I can only share his sentiments, “I go to sleep for two minutes and THIS happens?!”
Since she grew up in a tribe, it could be a more ritualistic, or traditional way of showing affection towards Elara, and Elara, not being raised by sand people, may not fully understand what ash is trying to accomplish?
I had an inkling of what to do next, but I really like this idea! Problem being, I’m not sure how they show affection amongst themselves.
I did read that mates exchange blood amongst themselves and their banthas when they’re paired up for marriage. But that isn’t precisely ‘romantic’ to more ‘civilized’ species and Ash would know that.
I wonder if it’s plausible that Ash would make a charm that is meant to protect the owner/wearer? I mean she can work with metals and other materials, I’m pretty sure she can construct a smaller thing like that.
All I can imagine from this is someone doing this to the Jedi council and Satele’s expression.
Have some drunk Trooper and Aric.
I have no idea wtf I’m doing. Why did I write this. I’m sorry if Aric is out of character.
Also unlike in “Firsts” I have just bullshit my way through Ash’s Tusken. I don’t know wtf she’s saying I just tried to make it sound similar to what I did know.
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?
SO THE GAME WASN’T A WHINY BITCH AND DECIDED TO PLAY PROPERLY TONIGHT.
The scent of smoke and fire was far behind them when Ash abruptly stopped and got off her speeder. Elara pulled up quickly and raised a brow, “sir?”
Ash didn’t say anything for a moment, just standing at the top of the dune with Tatooine’s twin suns glaring down at her. A heavy sigh left her and she sat down, resting her elbows on her knees.
Elara frowned lightly and stepped down onto the sand, “you did the right thing, those schematics would have caused tremendous damage.”
Ash shook her head, “I’m not troubled by that. I didn’t expect this chase to be clean cut, I expected it to be messy.”
“What’s wrong then? If I may ask.”
“This planet brings out the worst in me.”
“You have certainly been gruffer than usual, sir.”
“No, no, I know exactly how I’ve been acting. I’ve been acting like something I can’t be any more.”
“Didn’t you find it strange how I seemed not to care about your background? I didn’t even blink when I heard you speak.”
“It was a welcome change, I’ll admit.”
Ash nodded slowly, a cold smile turning her lips, “I was born here. I don’t remember where I originally came from, I think there was a lot of fire and yelling. The memory is just fragments to me, vague ones. But they took care of me, raised me as their own, they were what I knew; the Gorfa.”
Elara frowned, “pardon?”
Ash shook her head again, “sand people.”
When she heard nothing Ash turned her head, settling her one eye on Elara’s surprised face. “I was a warrior among them, I grew up killing the invaders, the people of the settlements and outposts we’ve been talking to. Now years after exile I come back here and I’m just another intruder. My teachings and conviction to them matter little, I’m an enemy now.”
Ash looked away to the dunes again, frowning, “I didn’t care you were a former Imperial. I was happy there was someone else who understood what it felt like to be an outsider.” She smirked and deliberately let her accent slip, the words coming out with far rougher inflections and halting diction, “but I have better grasp of my accent.” She cleared her throat, the style of speech felt more natural and comfortable to her but it was not easy to switch back to understandable basic and it’s delicate pronunciations. “Do you realize how horribly fragile basic feels? It’s like I could break the words alone with my tongue.”
Elara took a breath, moving closer to the lieutenant and settling down on the sand next to her. “Why did you join the Republic, sir?”
Ash glanced at her, “certainly not for your reasons, I’m not a noble person. I joined because I ran into them first and mercenary groups would turn me away as soon as I spoke. It wasn’t until after I left Tatooine that I learned to mask my accent. So all they saw was a ‘sand baby’ to mock. But the Republic were looking for willing recruits so I went to see what would come of it. Trained, fought in the outer rim, had my eye blasted out and finally got sent to Ord Mantell. You know the rest.”
Elara’s tone was careful, “do you regret it?”
Ash sighed lowly, “there’s direction to my life, even I don’t appreciate it all the time.”
“And if you could return to your old life?”
“I don’t know. There are some things I like about this existence, no matter how inexplicable they are.”
“Are those things worth holding on to?”
Ash turned her head again, eyeing the other woman with a guarded look, “I hope so.”
My TOR posting of any new images concerning the Tatooine bonus series or Alderaan or anything beyond Tatooine really, is on indefinite hold.
This is due to my laptop and internet suddenly deciding as of last night that it would be just fucking DANDY if not even three minutes into the game I drop to a 3-8 framerate and the sound becomes incredibly grainy.
I already have problems running more modern games because I get random and prolonged drops in framerate and I did with TOR, but I got used to that and enjoy the game anyway.
But this…no, this is just getting fucking ridiculous.
“Here,” Ash muttered, handing over a few thick, pale roots to Elara and putting some of her own away in a belt pouch.
“Sir?” Elara raised a brow, looking them over.
Ash looked away distracted, her attention on the dusty cliffs around the outpost. “They’ll hydrate you better, return sugars too.” She looked back at Elara, her features tense, “if you can stomach the taste, I’m told they’re not nice to eat.”
“I’m used to them. I wouldn’t know.”
“Do you make a habit out of eating vile tasting plants, sir?”
“No. Just the ones that keep me alive. Lets go.”
The terrible results of tonight’s first session.
The better shots of Ash and her emotional range for this session (doing another soon).
The stint on Tatooine had her switching wildly between shot 2 and 5.
“If I may say so, sir. You’ve had quite an impressive career. You’re the commander of the most elite squad in the Republic. You must be quite proud.”
Ash blinked with a bit of confusion, trying not to frown. She wasn’t certain if proud was the word, it felt odd to be considered so highly by a group she felt so conflicted towards. Internally wincing she opted for passive agreement rather than airing her muddled feelings on the matter, “it’s certainly an honour.”
Elara almost seemed to smile, “I remember when I first enlisted and qualified for medical specialization. My brother Aleksei completed his technical specialization on the same day.”
Ash only raised a brow out of interest but didn’t interrupt, she felt disconnected whenever family was brought up in conversations. During her service before Havoc Squad she would avoid socializing with her fellow soldiers, unable to talk to them about anything relevant besides the mission. She couldn’t have told them about the family she had to go back to, there wasn’t one, which would have been a lot simpler if it was just a case of a dead family.
“-my brother advanced quickly, but I became disillusioned as time went on.”
Ash mentally berated herself for getting distracted, frowning in what she hoped would appear as concern, “why did you become disillusioned?” she was honestly curious. The only reason she signed up with the Republic military was because she ran into them before the Empire, though she wasn’t about to bombard Elara with questions.
A displeased look crossed Elara’s features, “the Imperial military was supposed to stand for honour and discipline. But my superiors discarded those concepts any time a Sith asked it.”
Now that was a major difference Ash was aware of, how Sith and Jedi involved themselves with their respective factions. She did question the place of force users in military matters but if they could be competent enough she wouldn’t voice a concern.
Elara continued, “I’d always been taught that the Jedi and the Republic were ‘genocidal hypocrites.’ But the only brutalities I witnessed were committed by my own comrades.”
Ash tried to hide her confusion, among her old unit she was the more violent of them, the most willing to kill and the first to suggest aggressive actions. Luckily she followed orders even if she disagreed with them. Disobeying commands and acting out of turn among her old tribe was a quick way to earn death. But now she was in control and the one giving commands, she could do things her own way - within Garza’s reason - and that way was usually a violent one. She did wonder if Elara was subtlety pointing out her behaviour but brushed it aside, “did you try to change things or did you defect right away?”
Elara seemed to sigh a little, “I raised my concerns with my superiors but they only questioned my resolve. Soon I would’ve been forced to prove my loyalty by carrying out orders directly against my conscience. I chose to defect instead.”
Ash crossed her arms, Elara definitely fit into to the Republic better than she did. “Seems you made the right choice.”
Elara nodded, “once I made the decision I slipped away during my squad’s next night patrol. I was gone before anyone realized it. I surrendered to the first Republic patrol I came across and declared my intention to defect. That was over three years ago. It’s strange to realize how long it’s been. The Republic truly feels like my home now.”
Ash hunched her shoulders and tried to ignore the tight coil in her gut, “glad you found one.”