Darklight: Prologue part 2
Rating: T (this chapter only) Full fic ranges T to M+
Fandom: SWTOR
Characters: Force sensitive Twi'lek boy, others.
Words: 1261
Warnings: Mentions of possible mild trigger situations in this chapter. And of course the pseudo-swearing of the Star Wars universe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my unique characters, all else is owned by Bioware and whoever owns Star Wars now. I make no money from this labour of love.
The boy froze. He pulled the shadows tighter around himself and tried to ignore the sinking sensation in his gut. He had made a terrible mistake. He should not have come. This was a stupid idea. It wasn
Darklight: Chains (Prologue) by asheraa, literature
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Darklight: Chains (Prologue)
Title: Darklight
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Asheraa
Fandom: SWTOR
Characters/pairings: Male Twi'lek (later M!SI), miscellaneous Sith,
Warnings: Not for this chapter, but later chapters will contain adult themes and spoilers for the SI storyline and companion quests.
Rating: This chapter is T (The story will range from PG to MA depending on the chapter.)
Disclaimer: SWTOR is Bioware's universe, I'm just playing in it. I make no money from this work of fan fiction, and the only thing I own are the original ideas in my head, and my original characters that I have inserted into Bioware's awesome world. Any resemblance to real people living or de
Sedyn sat in a chair, sharpening his knife. "Quit pacing kid, just calm the fuck down." he told Tarro. "Don't tell me to calm down!" Tarro snapped. "I can't get my hands on that crazy Zabrak bitch!" Sedyn rolled his eyes and put his feet up on the table in front of him. "Y'know, maybe I could help you find the chick if you gave me a name." Tarro ran his hands through his long black hair and laughed bitterly. "I tried, but you just said 'Oh no, as long as I get a good fight out of it I don't care.' Her name's Aaray. Aaray Azkon." the younger man replied.
Sedyn looked up from the knife and stared at Tarro with both his organic and cybernetic e
Acolyte Akana walked through the doors of the Sith Academy, her hair standing up on the back of her neck as the honor guards bowed before her. She walked by a mirrored wall and took a moment to look at herself.
Akana sighed at her reflection. All she saw was a small woman with a short dark black bob for hair, blue eyes, and an odd set of purple lipstick and eyeshadow.
'I'm not sure why I don't just throw myself at a tu'kata and be done with all this shit, being here is like slowly dying anyway.' she thought. The acolyte thought of her family; she was the daughter of 'The Emperor's Wrath' Rakoni Telkin Quinn and Captain Malavai Quinn, two
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'By the stars, whoever that is they sure are hitting them hard.......' thought an elderly cyborg named Yalt while hiding behind a crate in his warehouse. He shuffled further into the corner as more blaster shots fired just outside the door. The sound of blaster fire and groaning was becoming too much for him. 'It's Nem'ro, he's sent someone to kill me.' thought the cyborg. 'But Fa'athra offered me so many credits.........' It was true, Yalt used to work for Nem'ro the Hutt, Fa'athra the Hutt's rival. Fa'athra managed to put spies -very few- and the spy thought Fa'athra could use Yalt, and Fa'athra offered him double the credits Nem'ro was pa