A scene from Borikas interlude in postmortem (thank you @furiosophie for creating that masterpiece of a fanfic, we all owe 5 million pieces of fanart to you for it). Her and Bomarmo are incredibly charming and their interactions burned themselves a place in my brain. Tortured war people, my favorite flavor of characters. Them slowly falling in love? Borika desiring to claim something as her own even if it was imposed by the people previously controlling her life?? Her and Bomarmo figuring out how to be normal civilian people living a life when they never got to even be children??? insane, heart-wrenching, rolling to my side in a gasp of emotional constipation inducing.
but also they're just lovely and sweet and deserve the world, the world does not deserve them
i must say, the cursed positioning of how he was sewing her leg made me think for a bit. Fortunately I've been blessed with an experience of having my own leg sewn up (there was no anesthetic involved, not a great time) so i at least had an inkling of what would be the easiest option for him to access the wound. I apologize for the lackluster portrayal of blood, i do not know how exactly it would locate itself, but i took the "covered in blood" thing literally and it might even be believable.
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Some nights she catches her reflection in the viewport, red eyes staring back at herself like glowing embers and wonders why sheās never met another sky-walker outside the program, if it would be easier if she were to walk away from it all, fade into obscurity.
But then, in the end, what she always arrives back at is this ā she doesn't know what else to do with herself, then to keep traveling the Chaos, then to keep looking, to keep hoping to find the parts she lost between the stars, to make it give her back what it took in its wake.
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Thrawn learns about the life his sister lead without him.
POSTĀ·MORĀ·TEM // excerpts from senior commander cohbo'rik'ardokās private journal of cataloged memoriesĀ
tags:Ā angst with a hopeful ending, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, mostly bc borika is a badass,Ā but also bc everything is pretty fucked out in the chaos,Ā doctor!bomarmo,Ā spy!borika,Ā actually they are both as integral to the story as thrawn and thrassĀ and i wrote 22k to prove it,Ā epistolary elements,Ā borika pov,Ā background thranto & thamakro just so it doesn't hit you out of nowhere,Ā goes directly into postmortem file 03
series: pt 2.5/3 of Ā postmortem - excerpts from former grand admiral mitth'raw'nuruodoās private journal of catalogued memories
I was infodumping to my sister about chiss names today and I am now very interested in how chiss family names work in the context of marriage
Letās take Borika (Thrawnās sister) for example;
As far as we know, Borkia had four names during her life time,
Kivu'rik'ardok (Vurika, in her first family), Rikāardok (as a Skywalker), Iriziārikāardok (Zirika, in the Irizi), and last but not least, Cohboārikāardok (Borika, after her marriage toĀ Bomarmo)
As we can see, Borika took her husbandās family name, Cohbo. The question is, why.
There are a few possible answers that I thought about. The first one (and the one I think is most likely) is that as a non blood member of the Irizi family (which is one of the nine ruling families), Borika couldnāt have brought someone into the family, so she āhadā to join the Chobo family when she married Bomarmo. The second answer (that is a bit fanon) is that Borika just didnāt want to be a part of the Irizi family anymore, so she decided to join the Cohbo family. My last answer (and the most disappointing one if itās the canon answer) is good olā patriarchy, and that as a woman, borika had to (according to societal standards) join the Cohbo family.Ā
Also, is there divorce in the chiss ascendancy? And if so, what happens if you joined your partnerās family and you divorce them? Can a person be family-less if they arenāt part of the military (or a sky-walker)?
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Gen Ascendancy sounded so fun, and I wanted to do something for it, but writing was really hard this week so this is pretty much all I've got. I have other ideas floating around, we'll see what happens.
First off, Bomarmo and Che'ri for birdwatching (kinda). (also "Cohbo'mar'molade" isn't mine, that idea is courtesy @/dinjoyer, I just moved the apostrophe)
Cheāri sat down under the tree with a thud. She didnāt want to explain everything to these people, she didnāt want to keep track of her sleep and her food and her nightmares and her everything. She wanted to be back on the Springhawk, she wanted to be back with the crew and back with Thrawn and back flying again.
She winced. But that had gotten them in trouble, soā¦
She looked out over the field. Same old field, same old packbulls, same same same. She let her head thunk back against the bark instead, and closed her eyes. Maybe she could at least get a nap in before Thalias or Borika came looking for her.
Less than five minutes later, she heard footsteps, and resisted the urge to groan. Not even five minutes? Really?
āI donāt think youāre supposed to be out here alone,ā a voice said. Cheāri startled. That was a manās voice, not Borika or Thalias. She shot to attention, blinking quickly to try and adjust her eyes to see in the bright sunlight.
A sturdy man was standing a few meters away, giving her an amused look. She sighed in relief. Sheād seen Borika talking to him sometimesāat least he wasnāt a complete stranger. Sheād be in so much trouble if she got seen by a stranger.
But she still didnāt know who he was.
āWho are you?ā
He took a couple steps closer as he answered. āCohboāmarāmolade. Bomarmo. Itās nice to meet you.ā
She watched him suspiciously as he continued to approach, stopping just a few feet away. Cohbo. Borika was a Cohboā¦
āIāve seen you talking to Borika sometimes.ā
He smiled. āI should hope so, sheās my wife.ā
Cheāri blinked. Wā Wife? Borika was married?
āā¦oh.ā
He laughed. āThatās alright. She doesnāt exactly share much. Iām the farmer here, thatās where your cover story comes from. Borika helps occasionally, but Iām the one maintaining the farm.ā
Ohhh. Sheā¦ really shouldāve figured that someone had to be keeping the packbulls and all the other farm things that made them not look suspicious. Thrawn wouldāve noticed.
āHey now, donāt worry about it. Youāve got much more important things to worry about.ā He pulled a face. āAnd speaking of, whatās got you so wound? You seemed upset.ā
Her eyes narrowed. She barely even knew him, he was just some guyāwell, he was Borikaās husbandā¦ and he clearly knew about the project here if he was the cover storyā¦
āI donāt want to be here.ā
He gave her a sad smile, and she scowled.
āDonāt pity me! Iām not a child, I donāt need yourāā
āHey now, calm down. Iām not pitying you, Iām sympathizing. Iāve seen so many of you girls come here, and I know how hard it can be. Not to mention, Iād like to think I know Bo pretty well, and she went through the same things you did.ā
Cheāri words died in her mouth at his interruption. She sighed.
Heās not the one Iām mad atā¦
āAlright, what do you like to do? Obviously I canāt take you off the property, butāā
Cheāriās eyes widened. āWait, you arenāt going to go get Borika or Thalias to bring me back??ā
He chuckled quietly. āNo. You deserve some time off, everyone does. Say, the Grand Migration is supposed to pass over soonānot all of it, Oolās not on too many of the paths, but there should be a whole lot of guese flying overhead soon. What about you and me go up to the hill, and climb the tree there to watch?ā
She stared at him. Heā¦ Sheād met him not 5 minutes ago, hadnāt even introduced herself, was breaking the rules, and he wantedā¦ to take her birdwatching?
Also, birdwatching?
She made a face, and he laughed. āI know, itās not the most exciting activity. But these arenāt normal guese, theyāre rare. All sorts of fun colours, and thereās sure to be a lot of them. Weāve lived here for years now, and Iāve always loved watching them fly overhead like some kind of rippling river of an abstract painting.ā
Painting.
āā¦ā¦ā¦okay.ā
He grinned, and she couldnāt help but think how sheād barely ever seen a grin like that before. Especially not on an adult, or an adult man. Samakro certainly didnāt grin, and Thrawn barely even smiled. Samakro also didnāt smile much, but that was usually ācause he was grumpy.
He offered her a hand up, and tentatively, she took it.
As they started to walk off toward the hill, she fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. āIā¦ā He glanced at her. āIām Cheāri.ā
