#logenweek

Fashionably late to the Narti Party

Day 1 - Narti

But first... Let me take a selfie!

the crew is out on the town, and each of the generals has a key to lotor’s heart!

this is for day 5 of LOTOR’S GENERALS WEEK 2017 PROMPT: taking the throne / ((TAKING A SELFIE)) SHIP: TEAM LOTOR OT5

Acxa and Lotor cross paths for the first time- loosely based on the idea that while Acxa didn’t necessarily wish for Lotor to get away when she stunned him, a part of her might’ve felt she owed him the smallest chance.

This wasn’t the plan.

Acxa keeps her head down as they move forward, the static from her energy cuffs scarring her wrists. They’re an older model, and her own fault for running too soon. She should have waited- waited for dark, or waited for cover. But there’d been a chance and she’d taken it, breaking and diving toward the row of fighter crafts with everything she had.

The chance hadn’t paid off, now the second would be twice as hard.

And that, she thinks, bitterly close to despair, is the sum of our rebellion.

A chance now spent.

“Single file!” calls a voice, and the rest of the prisoners form to order. They’d be held in the caves, there aren’t enough cells on the transporters to account for such a large revolt.

“There’s a passage,” Acxa whispers, the soldier in front of her is dragging close enough to hear. “Beyond the mouth of the cave. It leads to one of the underground stations.”

The soldier turns, and Acxa’s breath strangles in her throat. Despite the scars and bruises, Acxa recognises her. They’ve even laughed together- something of a feat, since Acxa barely recalls ever laughing at all. Now, her companion’s face is set with mistrust, a deep scar where her eye once twitched at the corner.

I’ve failed them, Acxa thinks, her determination sinks to silence. I started this, and now I’ve failed them all.

They walk on, the light from the sky grows dim. A part of her wants to call out- re-form the lines, use the passage to our advantage! - but it’s a delirious sort of hope, Acxa knows better than to trust it.

“I’ll offer myself,” she hisses, ashamed that even now, she cannot predict if this will be enough. “They won’t discard hundreds of workers- they just want to know how we managed it.”

The soldier in front of her hesitates, Acxa can near-feel the pause in her step. Acxa takes a hoarse breath, ready to signal the commanders.

“No,” the soldier mutters, she turns to face Acxa for the last time.

And then, before the movement even registers, Acxa feels two hands collide with her shoulders, the soldier thrusts her down one of the passages before Acxa has a chance to shout. It’s steep- far steeper than Acxa remembers- and Acxa can’t break her fall with the wrist-cuffs. She tumbles headlong, limbs scraping over every rock and crevice, her ankle jarred and a blaze of pain through her ear. When she hits the ground she lands hard, eyes stinging and the taste of blood on her tongue. But there, ahead of her-

Transport ships.

Acxa shuffles to her knees, uses both elbows to inch herself forward.

Find one with weapons, Acxa orders herself, staying calm is the only thing that’ll keep her conscious. She crawls, keeping to the shadows, the lack of sentries in the chamber as worrying as it is useful. If there’s one thing Acxa’s learnt to rely on her captors for, above cruelty and above coldness, it’s routine.

Where are the guards? Acxa asks herself, again and again. The throbbing in her leg has moved up to her stomach, and she grits her teeth to keep down the bile. It would take a high-ranking official to order a blackout.

She stops, hands trembling as she pulls out her override card. It had taken a year of effort to obtain it, and had her rebellion moved just a little bit further, Acxa would be using it to unlock a far more formidable craft than the one she’s now entering. This ship- a stealth fighter by the looks of it- might do well for maneuverability, but it’s weapons won’t hold against the fortifications, nor the flagships likely already on the way.

It’s the best she has.

Acxa limps into the central hanger, vision blurring at the edges. She’s committed the false protocols to memory, it won’t take more than a dobash to-

“How,” says a voice, crisp and resonant and utterly, heartbreakingly close. “Are you aboard my ship?”

Acxa sinks to the ground, the air leaving her lungs. She can see his shadow as he moves toward her, his boots are sharp and his stride strangely quiet. He’ll find the override if he searches her, after that it’ll only be a matter of time. And then he’ll know who helped her.

Every single one of them.

Acxa gives a vicious smile, vague and shivering, now beyond all despair. If she can anger him, perhaps he’ll get careless. Perhaps he’ll make it too quick.

“You’d better keep them on,” she whispers fiercely, nods to her wrists as he curls both hands around her cuffs. “I can still cause a lot of trouble when I’m half-dead.”

“Oh?” he replies, and he keeps still next to her, almost at a kneel, his voice holds little of the malice she expected in return.

His fingers tense and he pulls, slowly, until the energy bonds stretch and shatter, fizzle into dark. Acxa’s never seen anything like it, and when she looks up, she’s shocked to realise he’s no older than her.

And already a leader in the war?

He doesn’t make her speak when Acxa can’t, and they sit like that, Acxa’s hardly sure he isn’t lost in his own thoughts.

#LOGENWEEK COMES TO AN END!

A huge thank you to everyone who participated in and supported the event! It was only my second event week and it wasn’t a ship week, so I was worried about if anyone would want to participate or not, but the week was a success! I thank everyone for the joy you all brought to me with your art and writing and just with being a part of the first ever #logenweek! We created so many wonderful things! Thank you!

PARTICIPANTS

@eberh-art @vld--mess @justklance (me) @trololotor @teaxhoney @typintypos @depressedfloofy @sillyshiro @danuarts

Thanks again everyone, and remember, now it’s @nartiweek2017 !!! :D So if you want to hop on that train, the info is HERE! See you ‘round!

Human!Team Lotor at a rave!

humans are aliens to them, right? lotor and his crew are out on the scene, and NO ONE can touch their level of fabulous on the dance floor! do you guys want to see more of their human designs? i may continue this AU if people like it :D

this is for day 7 of LOTOR’S GENERALS WEEK 2017 PROMPT: ((ALIEN RAVE)) / at the olympics SHIP: TEAM LOTOR OT5

NARTI AND KOVA DOODLE DUMP :D

i’d been wanting to see something like this for awhile, but no one was doing it, so i did it :3

this is for day 1 of LOTOR’S GENERALS WEEK 2017 PROMPT: mind control / ((BONDING WITH KOVA)) SHIP: NONE