#krenth

Blondes and redheads...

Leda, bounty hunter (Star Wars - Andor and The Mandalorian) || Captain Krenth Beeska (Star Wars - The Old Republic)

Queen Elissa Cousland-Theirin (Dragon Age) || Telrissa Hercyne (Critical Role)

The story of Captain Krenth Beeska (SWTOR Smuggler OC) as a Netflix series!

> 15. What was something their parents taught them?

Elissa’s parents taught her a lot of stuff. She was basically homeschooled in how to be a good ruler. Beyond that, Bryce taught her how to hunt and Eleanor taught her how to sketch.

> 36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous.

Marian’s sense of humor is subtle. It isn’t hard to get her to laugh, but it’s uncommon for her to tell jokes. She likes Varric’s snark and Isabela’s crazy stories and Fenris’ dry quips.

> 11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be? 

Well, Claudia does make a mark on history... If she’d had the choice of how to make a mark without becoming Inquisitor, she would’ve preferred the chance to open a hospital school that integrated both magic and non-magic healing.

> 82. What is their handwriting like?

Onith’s handwriting is small and precise. She learned to read and write with very little material available, so she had to be efficient. These days, no matter if she’s taking notes on a job or leaving graffiti for someone to follow, she writes neatly in nice straight lines.

> 92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

Enth? Probably these ones, as regards becoming a Sith:

> 34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives? 

Krenth? Trust people with her secrets? Haha, no. She trusts Corso to watch her back pretty quickly, since he saved her from bleeding out in an empty hangar less than an hour after they first met, but it takes years before he has the full picture of her life before they met. She and Risha fight like feral cats, so Risha never learns anything beyond “she had a Corellian mentor who died a couple years ago”. Akaavi and Bowdaar both have bits and pieces of the truth, mostly little scraps that Krenth has accidentally dropped into conversation.

> 54. What is their current hairstyle? What have been some of their past hairstyles? Which was their favorite hairstyle?

The one prompt post you liked before you sent me this was the OTP Angst, so I’m assuming this is what you want: “I know you won’t forgive me, but I’m still sorry.” 

- - -

Krenth is swearing fluently and forcefully in Huttese behind the locked door: “Cheeskar nok, tooska chai mani, caba dee unko, Corso Riggs-”

He can’t really tell her anything while she’s yelling, so he just keys the door open. She stumbles forward against his chest, her hand still raised to bang on the door, then jerks back. He’s ready for her to start screaming again, possibly in a language he understands. He’s not expecting her to haul off and punch him straight in the jaw. “Nine hells, Captain,” he curses in surprise, stumbling back against the corridor wall with a hand to his face.

“Take. Me. Back.” She’s tiny, bloodied, and clutching her hand to her chest, but his captain’s anger is like a supernova as she snarls at him. He wants to apologize immediately, automatically, but at the moment he thinks it’d just earn him another punch.

“We’re past the defense stations and into hyperspace already,” he tells her. “Without a new set of clearance codes, we won’t make it in.”

Krenth hisses in reply. Corso lowers his hand and raises his chin; if she wants to use him for sparring practice, at least it’s a way to make her feel a little better about this awful situation. Instead she puts her back to the doorframe and slowly slides down until she’s on the floor with her head in her hands. “My sister,” she whispers, and then louder, a sob: “My sister, Corso!”

“I know,” he says softly. He moves carefully, giving her time to push him away as he sits down beside her.

“You know - how many years -”

“I know,” he says again. “I know how many years you thought she was gone. I know neither of us thought she’d show up on some Sith planet, let alone one we were tryin’ to steal somethin’ off.” Krenth sobs again, her hand pressed against her mouth. “And I know she ordered me to get you out of there before we all got killed.”

“Since when do you follow somebody’s orders other than mine?” Her voice breaks on the last word, and he can hear her asking “Since when are you somebody else’s other than mine?”

Corso reaches out slowly to take Krenth’s injured hand in his. “I know you won’t forgive me, but I’m still sorry. When you took me on, I swore I wouldn’t touch you unless you wanted me to.”

“You think -” She hiccups out another little sob. “You think I’m angry ‘cause you picked me up and carried me out of there? I’m angry ‘cause you forced me t’ leave her there t’ die!”

“Captain...” He shakes his head, stroking his thumb over her bleeding knuckles. “If she’s half as tricky as you are, she’ll come out of it on top, whether that’s fightin’ her way out or tellin’ ‘em she’s the reason we lit out without takin’ anythin’ with us. Let me take you down to the med-bay and get you patched up.”

I couldn’t pick one character to give a useless headcanon on, so you get one for each of my babies!

Krenth can sing really well. If she hadn’t escaped slavery, she probably would’ve wound up a lounge singer somewhere in Hutt Space. (That’s an AU I intend to scribble around with at some point.)

Onith collects trophies, but not the kind you’d expect from a bounty hunter. Local artsy trinkets, a rock, an animal claw or horn. She has a hand-carved wooden box she keeps them in.

Thanks @starrypawz for the inspiration!