The Sherastiliin Legacy

And my Defiant gals. Again, 2 of each race. I am nothing if...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 12:30:27 -0600

And my Defiant gals. Again, 2 of each race. I am nothing if not predictable. Had to transfer them off the trial server though. They are now on Deepwood because I like the name. This is how I choose servers.

Fired up RIft after all sorts of log in issues. These are my...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 12:28:42 -0600

Fired up RIft after all sorts of log in issues. These are my Guardians. The two little ones exist only for symmetry. I had to have 2 of each race…

It was sort of bittersweet logging in and looking at the guild roster. One of the people I used to play with, a lot, passed away in the last year, but all of his characters are still there.

Went for the blue/blue dye AND got a pink-purple hawkeye crystal...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 20:34:13 -0600

Went for the blue/blue dye AND got a pink-purple hawkeye crystal from a pack, so Nia’lai is very stylish now.

Archon defeated finally! Thank you to Deathcupcake (and Vector)...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 22:10:00 -0600

Archon defeated finally! Thank you to Deathcupcake (and Vector) for your help. :)

Trying to decide if I should use the light blue/med blue dye on...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 15:59:47 -0600

Trying to decide if I should use the light blue/med blue dye on my Chiss. She’d be all kinds of blue if I did.

Shaydia is my first 55. Yes, it has taken me this long. She...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 20:14:11 -0600

Shaydia is my first 55. Yes, it has taken me this long. She looks thrilled, doesn’t she? This seemed to be her stock expression for Makeb. She was not impressed by much.

ageandtreachery: Khi’hira has a new hairstyle. I thought I’d...

Sat, 25 May 2013 11:26:00 -0600

ageandtreachery:

Khi’hira has a new hairstyle. I thought I’d try a skirt for a bit though I doubt it will last, she’s a mercenary and when I use my two guns I will doubtless feel silly without pants

Andy is just going to gaze in admiration here. (And wish that he wasn’t only level 33 and could go and quest with Khi’hira.)

My little Cathar trooper, Zivya, and her cousin Ahna’Mera,...

Fri, 24 May 2013 14:02:16 -0600

Zivya Jorgan-Adopted daughter of Arn and Tessy Jorgan

Ahna'Mera Revel-Daughter of Andy and Khi'hira Revel

My little Cathar trooper, Zivya, and her cousin Ahna’Mera, a smuggler who belongs to ageandtreachery.

Finally done with Ord Mantell they will be moving on to bigger and better things (they hope) on Coruscant.

Rhiana-Hoth, part 1

Thu, 23 May 2013 13:11:31 -0600

Trooper on Hoth. This is a very long story, so I am posting it in parts and probably over a few days. No real spoilers unless where you pick up crew members is a spoiler.

The cave looked just like all the others on this forsaken iceball of a planet. It was dark, cold, and had a faintly musty smell. Lieutenant Aric Jorgan paused in the entrance. His CO turned back to him and he knew she was giving him a questioning look from under her helmet.

“Something wrong, lieutenant?”

“I’m not sure, sir,” he replied, inhaling deeply to try and catch the smell he’d gotten just a hint of as they entered. He hadn’t identified it in that brief whiff, but it had caught his attention.

“Let’s keep moving then,” she said.

Jorgan frowned as he began to walk again. The only reason they were still here was because Captain Sherastiliin did not seem to be able to say ‘no’. Havoc had completed their mission on Hoth. The newest member of the squad, tech specialist Sergeant Yuun, was in the process of moving his belongings to their ship. Tanno Vik, the demolitions expert, was helping him. He had no idea where Forex had gotten to, the droid seemed to have an agenda of his own lately and the captain just sort of laughed it off. Turning slightly, Jorgan called back, “Everything alright back there, Dorne?”

The medic’s voice came through the headset, “Fine, sir. Just dropped a few things.”

“Go help her,” the captain had turned back his direction again, “I’m fine. Not like I can get lost right? If she says she dropped a few things…”

“She probably dropped her whole kit, I know,” Jorgan finished for her. “Just, don’t wander off, sir. I know there’s not much chance of getting lost here, but there is something…”

“I’ll stay right here,” she assured him, pulling off her helmet, “My goggles are frozen over anyway. I need to clean the ice off.”

He couldn’t help looking at her for a moment before he headed back to help the medic. Her cheeks were already turning red in the intense cold, but despite that her hair was curled and stuck to her forehead with sweat. She looked up from cleaning her goggles and smiled while making a little shooing motion at him with one hand. Jorgan nodded and returned the smile even though she couldn’t see it, his heart beating a little faster; it always did when he looked at her.

Dorne had indeed dropped her whole pack and he helped her gather the medical supplies and get them packed back into her bag. They hurried back through the cave to where Jorgan had left Captain Sherastiliin. An uneasy feeling was making his fur stand on end. They rounded the corner and in the dim light they saw the captain stand and turn to face them. Jorgan saw the beginnings of her brilliant smile when the scent he’d caught at the cave entrance suddenly overwhelmed him and he realized what he had smelt.

“Captain!” he shouted, and started running towards her. Dorne made a noise of surprise and hurried after him.

He saw the captain’s eyes widen in surprise at his actions, and then the Pantran Whitefang slammed into her from above, dropping her to the floor of the cave with a startled shriek. A small rise in the snow prevented them from seeing her for a few seconds, but he could hear the cat’s snarls and another scream from the captain, but this one was from pain.

Jorgan charged over the remaining distance and opened fire the second he was in range. The Whitefang whirled and roared at him in anger, his shots hadn’t more than singed it, but he had succeeded in turning its attention away from the captain. He saw Dorne throw some kolto towards the captain, but the cat was big enough and strong enough that it was going to take both of them to defeat it.

He kept firing, forcing it back. A light flashed, indicating his grenades were charged and he let loose every round he had, Dorne’s lighter blaster firing continuously between the heavier explosions.

When the smoke cleared, the cat was dead. Jorgan scrambled back towards the captain and dropped to his knees in the trampled, bloody snow. His stomach fell to his feet when he saw her injuries. Fresh blood was oozing out of the gaping wound in her belly. He didn’t even see Dorne when she knelt next to him. Gently, he reached out and slid one hand under his captain’s head, turning her face to his.

Skin that had been ruddy from cold was now as white as the snow; her eyes were like dark pools in the pallor of her face. She blinked slowly and Jorgan pulled off his helmet so he could see her more clearly. “Hey,” he said quietly, “How are you feeling, sir?”

The corners of her lips turned up very slightly, “Feel like…” she trailed off and started coughing, the spasms causing her face to contort with pain.

“Sir, don’t try to talk,” Dorne said immediately, placing one hand over the captain’s before turning to Jorgan, “We need a shelter, lieutenant. Her body temperature is dropping too fast. If you can build it nearby so we don’t have to move her far, that would be ideal,” the medic added.

Jorgan nodded stiffly and stood to retrieve their packs. He had to focus hard to keep on the task of setting up the shelter, if he stopped thinking about that, his mind started spinning. Somehow he managed to get the shelter built around the two women, it was modular so the actual construction wasn’t difficult. Dorne instructed him to lift the captain onto a cot while she slid the floor mat underneath. He was glad the medic was there to give orders; he was too numb to know what to do.

As the air started to warm around them, Dorne turned to him again, “Come and talk to her, lieutenant. Don’t ask questions, just talk. Keep her conscious. I need to administer this stim before I can close the wound, and we need to call for a medevac as soon as we can get a signal.”

Jorgan moved over near the captain’s head, pulling off the cold durasteel gauntlets. He entered her field of vision and saw her eyes light up just enough that he knew she had seen him. “I’m not supposed to ask you anything, so I’ll try to just babble at you.”

The tiny smile lifted her lips again and he gently reached over to tuck her hair behind her ear, sliding his hand under her head again and cradling it. He twined his other hand with her near one. His heart ached seeing his vibrant CO injured and weak. She was alive though. He thanked whatever deity was listening that she hadn’t been taken from him.

“Dorne says she has to give you a stim, I guess you know that though. Not like you can’t hear her, she’s right there,” he shook his head seeing the look in her eyes that told him she didn’t want to hear the ‘I told you so’ because he had said something was off about the cave and she hadn’t heeded his warning, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to say it, Captain.”

She frowned then and her head tilted side to side.

“What is it?” he studied her expression.

“Please,” she breathed out, barely audible, “my…name. No one…uses…it. Want…to hear…”

“Okay,” he stopped her, “Don’t talk. You want me to use your name, I can do that.”

She gazed at him intently.

Jorgan took a deep breath, “Rhiana,” his voice broke and his hands started shaking, so he tightened the one holding hers and brought it up to his chest, “Rhiana, you’re going to be okay. I promise.”

Her smile bloomed brilliantly for a moment before she relaxed and went limp. Jorgan looked anxiously at Dorne. The medic smiled slightly, “The analgesic stim just knocked her out. I’ve got the wound closed and nothing major seemed to be damaged.”

“Nothing major?” he repeated, “Her whole stomach was…was…”

“Skin and muscle, lieutenant. All the organs looked intact. Still touch and go for the next little while, and she’ll need some time in a kolto tank, but she’s strong and has incentive to fight to survive, so she should recover. My main concern now is to keep her body temperature up until we can get transport out of here. Have we called?”

“I sent out a distress call. No response yet.”

“We’re pretty far from the base,” Dorne mused, “And she needs a real facility as soon as we can get her to one. Not to mention, our battery isn’t going to last forever.”

Jorgan glanced back at the sleeping woman, “Do you want to risk trying to move her?”

Dorne ran the scanner over the captain’s body, “She’s quite stable right now. We might be able to move her ourselves. I have some thermal wraps that will keep her warm now that she is back to a more normal temperature. I’ll run out and look at the speeder. See if we can rig up some way to carry her on it in a prone position.”

“I can go…”

“No, you need to stay with her.”

“Dorne, you’re the medic. Not me.”

She smiled warmly at him, “I told you she has incentive to fight to survive. You’re her incentive; she’ll be stronger with you here.”

“What are you…?”

“I’ve known the two of you for a while now, lieutenant. You think I can’t see how you feel about one another?”

“I…” Part of him wanted to deny it, it wasn’t professional, it was against the rules, even if he was feeling something there was no indication she was, there was a whole list of reasons why he should convince Dorne that she had it all wrong. Looking at Rhiana’s pale face, all of those reasons evaporated. “Do I need to do anything?”

Dorne shook her head, “Not really. She’s pretty out of it right now. Talking to her won’t hurt though,” she reached over and gave his arm a squeeze, “It wouldn’t hurt to hold her hand either. Tactile contact is very beneficial and part of the reason we try to minimize time spent in a kolto tank. I’ll stay in radio contact and be back as soon as I can.”

“Okay,” he watched the medic leave the shelter and heard the crunch of her footsteps in the snow fade as she hurried out of the cave. Turning back to the captain, he smiled slightly as he traced her features with his eyes. The tight, pained look had eased and she was breathing normally, a slight flush starting to come up in her cheeks again. He tugged at the thermal blanket to pull it higher on her. At some point, Dorne had managed to remove the captain’s chest plate, he had probably helped, but his memory of the past hour was a bit fuzzy, leaving her in just an old t-shirt, his old t-shirt, he noticed abruptly. Resting over her heart he saw the deep blue sparkle of the pendant he had given her nearly a year ago. He felt his breath catch; he hadn’t realized she wore it under her armor.

Recalling Dorne’s advice, he twined one hand with hers. The other traced up her arm until he brushed the soft edge of the dark green shirt sleeve. It was his old academy tee, she probably had a similar one, which would account for the mix-up except along with his having his name on it, it was far too big on her and as soon as she put it on she should have realized it was his. His thumb slid over a series of ridges on her arm and he frowned as he looked down at them.

The ring of scars nearly encircled her arm right above the elbow. There were matching scars on the other arm. Scars he had given her. Jorgan remembered how horrified he had been to realize that he had ripped her arms apart with his claws. It didn’t matter that he had been unaware, or not entirely in control of what he was doing. He had wounded her, badly. It served to remind him how different they really were. And how vital it was that he get over this infatuation he seemed to have with her. Even if there weren’t the professional obstacles, what could really ever develop between them? He’d overheard her and her sister discussing children before, so he knew she wanted them. Even if their relationship reached that point, he could never give her children.

He focused his gaze back on her face as he brought his hand up and ran the knuckles down her cheek. She asked him to say her name. He almost used the nickname he had given her in his thoughts, Rhia. Fortunately, he remembered himself. That was a name he could never use, not out loud. Rhiana was his captain, his friend, yes, but still his superior officer. Rhia though, Rhia was his and only his. He sighed as his thumb brushed lightly across her cheekbone. In all likelihood, Rhia didn’t exist.

“Aric?”

Her soft voice cut through his musings and he quickly glanced up seeing her eyes were open, but glazed, “I’m here,” he replied.

Rhiana turned her head towards his voice, “’m cold.”

He pulled the blanket up and tucked it around her shoulders, “That help?”

“Little,” she murmured, “Elara?”

“She went to check on something. Stop fretting. You’re not even supposed to be awake.”

“Not fretting,” she protested, “You’re here. ‘m not worried.”

He stepped away and found another blanket, spreading it over her, “There,” he brushed her cheek with his thumb, “Warmer now?”

She leaned her face into his hand, “Mmm, yes. Thank you.”

Her breathing slowed as she fell back asleep. Jorgan never took his eyes from her face, “Anything you need,” he whispered.

Sharilia-Hoth

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:49:44 -0600

Smuggler on Hoth. Some spoilers.

Sharilia shook her head groggily, “What hap—?” A cold, durasteel gauntlet clamped over her mouth. She turned to glare at Corso. Muffled, she tried to demand what he thought he was doing.

“Shh, Captain,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “There’s something moving in this cave. No idea what it is, but it ain’t friendly to us.”

She looked around, straining her eyes in the darkness, “Where?” she breathed.

“Moving around. Heard it a couple times.”

“Any idea what it is?” Sharilia fingered her blaster, “Maybe we can take it.”

A quiet chuckle came from Corso, “No doubt we could, Captain, but we need to be able to see it first.”

“Since when are you the practical…” she trailed off at the sound of heavy, shuffling footsteps and a whuffling breath. Moving as close to Corso as she could, she whispered, “I think it’s a wampa, big one. We’ve got to get past it and get out, Corso. My helmet is gone and I’m starting to get really cold.” She caught his arm, “No, don’t. Yours won’t fit. And if one of us is going to pass out from cold, it needs to be me not you, because I can’t carry you.”

The sudden roar from the darkness erased any doubt about the identity of the other occupant of the cave. Sharilia shot to her feet, muttering curses under her breath. She had forgotten to keep her voice down and now the wampa knew they were there. A bright flash nearly blinded her as Corso threw a flare before leaping towards the creature with a, “Yeehaw!”

“Blast it, Corso,” she jumped into the fight. The flare cast weird shadows, making it look like other creatures were coming to attack, but none did. After several minutes, and a lot of impromptu healing on Sharilia’s part, the wampa fell down dead.

Corso pushed up his face plate and grinned at her in the fading light, “See? No problem.”

“Let’s just move, Corso. I can’t feel my face.” Digging around in her pack, she found a portable light and flipped it on, “No point to stealth now, right? Anyone who didn’t hear that doesn’t deserve a second warning.” A bit more digging and she pulled out a length of fabric that had probably once been a jacket or shirt. With a shrug, Sharilia tore it apart and wrapped part of it around the top of her head and part around her face so just her eyes were visible, “Not much, but it helps some.”

“We could take turns with mine, Captain,” Corso pointed out.

“Your head is bigger than mine is, Corso. I wouldn’t be able to see and, particularly if there are any more wampas out there, I need to be able to see.”

“Right. Okay then.”

They made their way quickly through the ice cave. There were a few more wampas, but none as large as the first, so they were easily taken care of or avoided.

At the other end of the cave, Sharilia stopped and folded her arms, glaring at the Mon Calamari shifting nervously near a lift. He waved one flippered hand, “Hey, Captain. I, um, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“If I wasn’t freezing, I’d shoot you,” she growled, “Just show me the way out so I can get warm. I don’t want to deal with you.”

“Just hear me out, Captain. We can help each other.”

“And just why should I believe you?” Sharilia moved closer to him, “All you’ve done since I met you is lie and try to get me killed.”

“Oh, no!” he flapped his hands, “No, I never wanted to get you killed. You’re a lot nicer than the other criminals I’ve met. I really do want to help. And you do need help.”

Sharilia shook her head, “Fine. I do. My entire face is about to freeze off and I’m no closer to finding this cloaking device than I was when I started. Talk fast.”

Guss quickly outlined the next step for her, ending with an enigmatic comment about how she’d probably be surprised when she learned the truth about the device.

They parted ways at the top of the lift and Sharilia glanced at Corso once Guss had disappeared, “Well?”

“Honestly, Captain, I don’t trust that fake Jedi for a second, but I don’t know as we have a choice but to do as he says.”

“Kind of my thought. Okay,” she gingerly touched her face through the fabric she had wrapped around herself, “First though, I really need to thaw out my face. The cybernetics are starting to burn the edges of the skin around them.”

Finally got the Arctic Manka Lynx.

Sat, 18 May 2013 14:56:02 -0600

Finally got the Arctic Manka Lynx.

The kitten I mentioned the other day. He has gone to live with...

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:28:44 -0600

The kitten I mentioned the other day. He has gone to live with my brother’s family and is a very happy, playful little one. My sister in law claims my brother is “wrapped around his tiny paw”.

I have jumped on the Cathar train. Top is Kaicee, a Jedi Sage....

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:54:09 -0600

I have jumped on the Cathar train. Top is Kaicee, a Jedi Sage. Bottom is Zivya who will be a Commando.

Am now kitten sitting. Service guys at the car dealership my mom works at fished a tiny, probably...

Mon, 13 May 2013 13:40:00 -0600

Am now kitten sitting. Service guys at the car dealership my mom works at fished a tiny, probably about 4 week old, kitten out of a drainpipe. No one has any idea how he got there or if he’s been there since Friday or more recent. He now has a full tummy, clean fur, and a warm place to sleep though. So he’s a happy boy.

Finally have an outfit for Shaydia that I really like on her....

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:56:21 -0600

Finally have an outfit for Shaydia that I really like on her. Haven’t been able to get a good picture of it yet. This is sadly the best so far.

The main family of my Legacy. Six siblings. Youngest to oldest...

Thu, 09 May 2013 21:56:45 -0600

The main family of my Legacy. Six siblings.

Youngest to oldest (L to R):

Sharilia (scoundrel), Chantari (marauder), Jayevin (shadow), Shaydia (sniper), Brienna (mercenary), and Rhiana (commando)

Most of Zolaine’s time on Coruscant so far has been trying...

Mon, 06 May 2013 05:22:39 -0600

Most of Zolaine’s time on Coruscant so far has been trying to avoid looking at Corso’s bold fashion statements when it comes to leg and foot wear.

Top Pic: Brown leggings, black knee socks, and loafers make a killer combination.

Bottom Pic: Yes, there IS red on my shirt!

Turns out there is an achievement to kill 100 Jawas while you...

Thu, 02 May 2013 14:25:45 -0600

Turns out there is an achievement to kill 100 Jawas while you have the Party Jawa active. How could we pass that up?

Since I just barely finished the smuggler class story for the...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 20:00:30 -0600

Since I just barely finished the smuggler class story for the first time, hey, let’s roll another smuggler! Woot!

This is Zolaine. She and Corso are already not getting along. Little broken heart in the crew window by his face. So sad.

Chantari-Hoth

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 09:01:39 -0600

Sith Warrior on Hoth. No spoilers. NSFW

Chantari frowned as she stared out over the purpling fields of ice. The sun was going down on Hoth. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to a base tonight, Captain.” She glanced over at her companion.

“I think you’re right, my lord. There is a bit of a hill over there, we should set up our shelter on the side that is out of the weather.” He pointed to a dark hummock about twenty yards away.

They trudged through the snow, and worked quickly in the fading light to get the small shelter built. Chantari entered first and looked around, her neck bending because the ceiling was so low, “Well, this is cozy.”

Quinn had an expression of dismay on his face, “I apologize, my lord. I seem to have packed the wrong shelter. I’m not sure how that happened.”

“I think we can handle the close quarters,” Chantari smiled at him, “But you’ll have to drop the ‘my lord’. I don’t think the title will fit in here with the two of us.”

He smiled, “I can do that…Chantari.”

She beamed and pressed her lips to his, “I like that.”

“I confess, I do too,” he deepened the kiss, cupping her face with one hand and brushing his thumb across her cheekbone.

Chantari pulled back slightly and smiled, taking the gloved hand in hers, “Let’s try this without the gloves? They’re a little cold and the shelter is warming up nicely.”

Due to the space constraints, they had to take turns removing their outer, cold weather gear, but it didn’t take too long before they were settled on the blankets and bedroll, huddling close together more because of the size of the shelter than need for warmth. The single lamp cast icy blue light into their faces.

Chantari studied the profile of the man next to her and bit her lip, “I guess it’s too warm in here to suggest cuddling for warmth, isn’t it?”

He shot her a startled look, “It’s not a bad idea,” he replied slowly, “And we could conserve the battery for the heater if we did that. Which might make things less uncomfortable should we end up out away from base again before we can recharge it.”

She shook her head, “Always practical, aren’t you, Malavai.”

“I have been accustomed to thinking this is a positive thing, my l…Chantari.”

“Of course it is a positive thing. Your practicality is one of your strengths. I only meant…on Quesh you said…” she trailed off and sighed.

He was silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke, it almost startled her, “I meant what I said on Quesh. I do love you, and it is growing more difficult not to act on that.”

Her courage flared at his admission and Chantari pushed herself up to her knees so she could look him in the eye, hers dark and challenging, “Why are you hesitating? Malavai…”

Something blazed in his eyes and he cupped her face with both hands, fusing their lips together. Her fingers tightly gripped the fabric of his thin undershirt as the kiss became deeper and more intense. He pulled away from her briefly and with a quick tug had her shirt off. She groaned into his mouth when one of his hands found a breast and squeezed it. Her hand slipped under his waistband and stroked him firmly a few times. He retaliated by sliding a finger into her and slowly pumping it.

Chantari’s head fell back, and Malavai’s lips fastened to the point where her pulse fluttered against her skin, still slowly working his fingers in her. She wound her hands in his thick hair, tugging lightly. Catching the look on his face, she loosened her grip, “What’s wrong?”

“There’s not enough room…” he muttered irritably.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, “That’s because you’re too far away from me.”

He chuckled, “Obviously,” his eyes gleamed at her, “And we should save some things for…another time.”

“Well, of course,” she smiled impishly.

There were a few minutes of rustling, during which they removed their pants and wiggled into the bedroll together. They lay there for a moment, arms and legs tangled, bodies pressed together all along their length, and kissed slowly and deeply.

Chantari shifted her legs and Malavai was cradled between them. He moved, positioning himself, and then thrust into her with one smooth movement. She stiffened, and bit her lip to keep from crying out, her arms and legs tightening around him spasmodically.

Malavai froze and looked down into the pale face of his Sith lover. He almost didn’t believe that she had been untouched, it wasn’t the Sith way, but Chantari wasn’t a typical Sith. He waited until her icy blue eyes opened, wide with wonder, and met his, “Okay?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, “Yes.” Chantari wound one hand in his thick, dark hair, the other wrapped around and she raked her fingernails down his back.

He started moving slowly, watching her eyes, seeing the passion start to rise again. She started to move to meet him and their rhythm gradually increased. He could feel her fingernails digging painfully into his back, nearly breaking the skin as she got closer to reaching completion. He worked a hand between them, and stroked her firmly, in time with their movements. Her back arched suddenly, a cry bursting from her lips as she shuddered around him. A few final thrusts as her fingernails broke through the skin and his release slammed through him.

Slipping off of her and to the side, Malavai gathered her against him as their breathing slowed to normal. He shook his head and kissed her, “You should have said something, Tari. It could have been better.”

Chantari snorted to cover the little flutter of joy she felt at the nickname, “As hesitant as you’ve been? No, I shouldn’t have. This was perfect. A bit of a shock, but it ended up pretty good I thought. Now, cuddle me and go to sleep. I’m tired,” her eyes were sparkling at him in the dim light.

There was a quiet chuckle, “Yes, my lord.”

She elbowed him, “None of that.”

“Sleep well, Tari.”

“You too, Malavai.”