[Art] SWTOR Valentines

I know I’m way behind on writing! RL stuff has been rough this month, and I’m also moving in… 3 weeks or so.

But here are some dumb Valentine cards featuring a grophet and an orokeet!

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[Story] SWTOR – The Nightmare Lands

Malavar perched atop the twisted roots that overlooked the canyon, the tangled growth winding over and around the stone concealed the entrance to the temple below. Though the evening sun bathed the landscape in a golden light, it did little to dispel the feeling of dread and ease that emanated from below, like an old throbbing wound upon the planet’s surface. He had been here — well, Malavar could not be exactly certain, but he knew it had been some time. Alone with the fervent whispers of the darkness, he had lost track of anything else, even despite the Commandant’s orders. 

But then, quite unexpectedly, he had sensed other presences above him. Not the ravenous, mindless beasts that stalked the cliffs, but something keen and bright and sharp — other aware beings. He had intended to dispatch of them quickly, for disturbing his peace if nothing else, but that hadn’t happened. Kif, the spacer, had been among them, and brought word that Zamarra was alive — and seeking him. There were two others two, who claimed to be allies of his sister’s, and he sensed no deceit about them in that regard. 

They had found an object inscribed in High Sith, and they needed him to translate it. Malavar greatly suspected that it was the artifact that the Commandant sought, and even if not, curiosity demanded that he see it for himself. But the cathar refused, nor would he say where it was located now. Still, if Malavar could help them, they would bring him to Zamarra, and — he claimed — cleanse this rot within him. Malavar had his doubts that this was possible, he had himself tried for years and he felt he had only lost ground, felt more hopeless than he ever had, like gradually losing one’s grip at the edge of a chasm. 

But could Zamarra help him? Despite being younger and smaller, she had always been stronger in the Force. He and their mother had seen it, so had the Jedi who came to take her away for training. Zamarra would never have succumbed to hate and rage, no matter what they had done to her. At least, Malavar believed so. She was more fortunate than many in that she never had to find out for certain. Could they be together again, despite all the years and all the things that Malavar had done? Zamarra was able to accept and forgive him before, surely she would do so again.

He turned the comm over thoughtfully, hesitating before activating it, the device coming to life with a gentle beep. His sister appeared on the other end, her expression showing more worry than Malavar had ever seen on it before.

“Zamarra? It’s me.”

[Story] SWTOR – The Vision

Strange shapes shifted in the darkness, feral and sinuous, their jagged teeth glinting in the dim light. The walls were close, pressing in, etched with ancient and profane symbols. The air was still and stagnant, cool and damp. From the edges of her vision, the darkness crept in closer, yet she could still not see her brother.

Zamarra took in a deep breath, steadying herself, as the vision faded. It had been like the others; vague and lacking answers. She was no further to finding him than she had been before, but now there was even more at stake.

“Tas’okh, where are you?”, she asked aloud, but neither the reflecting pool nor the shrines or crystals held any answers either. 

She had tried to make much of the fact that she could not actually see him in the visions; Zamarra took this to mean that he was physically hidden. But where was he hiding, and from whom? At the cantina, Kif had said that they’d spoken not long ago, but was vague about the specifics. Could the darkness have seized him in its grip so rapidly? It was a terrifying thing to imagine. But something else Kif had said troubled her more: he said that Malavar had seemed edgy, as if he hadn’t slept for some time. The pilot had said it was merely worry, but Zamarra did not think that was the case.

When they’d met those years ago, after so long apart, Malavar had been warm and kind, the protective big brother she remembered. She’d sensed no trace of anguish or trouble within him then, though he admitted he’d struggled with it previously. Now, she could not be so certain, and she worried that she might be putting both him and her new associates into an impossible situation.

Malavar was not their concern, but they had agreed to seek him because he might be able to translate the strange transmission from the civilian ship they had aided. The message, what they were able to decipher, had chilled Zamarra to the bone. There was much more at stake here than simple piracy, and now it seemed that the council was attempting to keep it secret as well. 

But what might Malavar do when faced with strangers asking too many questions? Zamarra could not be certain. Her brother, Tas’okh, would never harm someone innocent, but he was Malavar now, shaped by years of abuse at his owners’ hands, and trained to kill on Korriban. Would he flinch before he used that training? Zamarra believed that he would — the alternative was too awful to contemplate. She’d told another Jedi that she would strike Malavar down if it came to that, if he could not be pulled back from the darkness, but was it really true? And was she even strong enough to face him in a fight?

It was some consolation that Kif was the one doing the initial search. She knew it was very unlikely that Malavar would harm him, especially as he said that they’d spoken recently. But the darkness didn’t follow rules, might not honor the bonds of friendship forged in the past. They would find out soon enough, for better or worse.

Zamarra moved to her desk, picking up the recording on the subject of force sight. She’d had a long with Meishu, a Miralukan, on the subject. He could not only see but sense the Force in living things, like a texture in one’s mind — the darkness might feel rough and jagged, while the light was warm and comforting. Zamarra thought it fascinating, and he’d suggested that she might be able to learn to use it herself, even offering to help her. She very much looked forward to the idea, but she felt like a little child staring at her first book of the alphabet — there was so much to learn and she wasn’t sure where to even begin. 

She brought the recording over to the reflecting pool and began to read again.

[Story] On the Front – Corellia

[[ Stuff’s going on in Kazta land! The war with the Empire has re-ignited, and she finds herself on the front lines battling for Corellia. Also, she has a boyfriend? Maybe? ]]

A few distant shells rumbled in the night sky, somewhere far in the distance, but otherwise a welcome calm settled over the squad’s camp. In the past week, there had been night-time attacks on their position several times by the cornered Imperial ground troops, desperate to establish a hold without air support or reinforcements. Though shaken — and tired — Kazta and her squad had repelled the attackers, and she believed that the tide would soon turn in their favor. 

For the second time in her career, Kazta had set boots down on Corellia to defend it from Imperial invasion. In recent years, she’d been able to take quieter posts — like the strange assembly on Tattooine — and there had been an uneasy truce as they stood united by a common threat. But Zakuul and the Eternal Empire had been thwarted, and like a virus, the Sith Empire once again turned to devouring anything that stood in its path. Corellia, already scarred by years of violent conflict, was in the Empire’s path. 

This squad was seasoned and well-trained, and Kazta had been allowed to select them herself for this opportunity. She’d worked with all of them before at one post or another, and they’d stood out even among the outstanding soldiers she’d encountered. This was her element, where she felt most comfortable; within the structure and framework of the military and its peculiarities, rather than the unpredictable civilian world. She’d lost contact with most of the Tattooine crew; after their objective was completed, they drifted apart to go their own ways. She still knew Kif’et, of course, and the Jedi student who’d briefly taken shelter in her Coruscant apartment, but none of the others. This wasn’t especially strange — squads were disbanded and reassigned all the time, and despite promises, most people didn’t keep in touch. But even so, there was the bond they’d grown under enemy fire, surviving together, and that remained. Were she to come across one by chance later — which happened often — they would remember and recognize her.

There was one person from the crew who had, however. She’d been to the station for a routine supply and fueling pickup, as well as some minor repairs to the ship, and found her way to the cantina there. Busy at all hours of the day or night, it was a frequent stop for travelers and attracted all the variety of people that made the Republic such a vibrant place. 

He recognized her, even her name, but Kazta was too embarrassed to admit that had forgotten his. The other zabrak, tall and broad, gestured her over. She remembered his face — zabraks were unusual enough that they stood out to her — and she recalled him vaguely from their operation on Tattooine. He hadn’t been there as long as the others, and Kazta remembered that he’d been there with one of the human women. He’d asked if she was available to assist with a quick operation, and though it wasn’t an official assignment, it would be a quick hit and they’d be out within the evening, so she agreed to go. 

After, they relaxed by the beach on Rishi, and he’d expressed that his inviting her wasn’t just for her combat skills. Without really knowing how it had happened, she found herself meeting up with him more often, usually at the station cantina, but other places as well. She’d been with other men in the past, of course, but they’d never been anything resembling a relationship — either they disappeared shortly afterward, or things never really got started. Rather than dwell on it, Kazta had thrown herself into her work, and excelled. But here was someone who she’d always wanted — a fellow soldier who understood the sacrifice and work involved, who knew she’d sometimes be away for long stretches or out of contact. He was her own species, something that wasn’t necessarily too important, but she rarely found humans or similar species very interesting to look at. But most importantly, he was frank and honest, especially with his feelings, and she appreciated that, even as she struggled to express her own. 

Many nights she’d find herself calling him from her tent as the sounds of battle shook the sky above, he somewhere on another distant planet, leading his own squad in the fight. It didn’t matter what they talked about — he was comforting and he felt like home, something she’d often missed on these long nights. Neither of them knew what might happen; both were on the front lines of hot combat zones, and no one knew how long the Imps would persist. She still had her doubts, that he might eventually find her boring or tiresome, or grow weary of her odd habits, or even her noisy pet orokeet. After all, he’d had other relationships before, and she felt that she was being weighed and compared against each one. But she would appreciate him while she had him, however long that might be.

[OOC/Screenshots] Happy 8th, Kazta!

My favorite small angry spiky girl is 8 years old!


Kazta by inkabunga @ ArtFight

She’s still my absolute favorite character to play, and she’s had so many adventures both in her PVE storyline and RP. I went through and found some screenshots of her! And I can’t mention her without her loyal Cat Husband, who has been at her side since day 1 — except for that time she was frozen in carbonite. But he never gave up looking for her!

Vanguard Trooper has also been super fun from a gameplay point of view, it’s never changed too much in all the time I’ve played, which I really appreciate. Nothing like coming home after a long day and blowing up some stuff with her big gun. Here’s to many more years of spiky goodness!


Reunited ❤

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Custom Funko POPs


The birth of Snacky!


Cat kissin’


Sith are jerks


This is the VERY first picture I have of her!



[Art] Best Present Ever

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[Art] Merry Kifmas

Featuring Kif’et the Smuggler!