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Original Hard-Sub Video Captions by @/zaynahsbakes on Instagram

Video transcript by @/imaginary-food-booth is under the cut

These are traditional Sámi clothing

These photos are taken in Norway. Sápmi (Sámi people’s land) Stretches from parts of Norway, Sweden, Finland and Russia.

The clothing is called:

Did anyone else give their OCs a makeover for their Kotfe/Kotet run? Did you give your alliance commanders a uniform?

This is an exerpt of the next chapter of my SWTOR fic, “Unforetold Consequences”. It is in Ipimnu (My Imperial Agent) POV. I love writing fics in multiple POV and weaving their narratives into a cohesive story. It is so much fun! The first draft is mostly done, so this chapter is coming soon!

Enjoy!!

Here is the link to the first chapter:

Unforetold Consequences

Part 2: Ipimnu

Ipimnu sat in the cockpit of her ship, staring at the drifting debris outside its window. She didn’t think that they would escape the blast when the Star Fortress exploded behind them. Luckily for Koth’s piloting skills, her ship was only propelled  forward. She could  hardly  believe it even with the wreckage before her. They did it. The Star Fortress that was oppressing all of Nar Shaddaa was finally destroyed. 

Ipimnu could not bring herself to join Koth and the rest of the crew in celebration though. She could only sigh at their cheers and slump in her seat, succumbing to her sore muscles. This was far from over. She wondered if she would ever leave this life of espionage and war. She thought she could finally put away her blaster rifle and vibro-knife when she left Imperial Intelligence and settled down with her husband, Phi-ton, on Voss all those years ago. But her past came back to bite her. Ipimnu might have deleted the existence of her time as Cipher Nine using the black codex, but she could never delete herself  from the minds of others. Someone slipped their tongue and brought her nothing but suffering. She would never forgive Lana Beniko for what she did to her family.

Ipimnu felt warm hands wrap around her which broke her out of thoughts. She leaned into them, knowing immediately  that it was Phi-ton. She gazed back at her husband. 

The Voss man was lean and muscular in his commando armor. His blue skin was covered in colorful markings that reminded her of an abstract painting. Their eyes met, his yellow eyes looking into her reddish brown. 

“My wife,” he began, kissing her freckled cheek. “Don’t you want to celebrate with the others?” 

Ipimnu shook her head before looking back at the scraps of metal that floated outside.

“We should be planning our next move, not partying. This is far from over,” she said, gripping his arms. “With the Eternal Empire’s limitless wealth, who knows when another one of those fortresses will be remade and overtake us again,”

Phi-ton hummed in understanding and rested his head on her shoulder. He smelt like a mixture of tea and incense, a soothing combination that loosened her a little. 

“Ipimnu, we brought hope back to the galaxy. We showed others that we have a chance to defeat Arcann and end this war. Don’t fret. It will be easy to garner others to our cause,”

Ipimnu smiled a little and caressed his face. He always had a way of brightening the worst of situations. Phi-ton was her lantern in this dark tunnel of life.

“Yes,” she replied before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “For now,”