#ltcmdr-ramius

*record scratch noise*

*several moments of Etain outright spluttering*

Master Zey is my teacher and my boss and... He finished my Padawan training. You can’t. *hesitant beat* Okay, I guess I’m just going to have to kill him. Because. Because no.

As for Skywalker and Windu... I don’t know anything of them as people, even though Jedi Skywalker and I had some classes together. I do know he has... a reputation for drama. But Master Windu is twice my age and a Jedi Master and ...severe.

So I suppose.... marry Jedi Skywalker, and..well... what’s left with Master Windu.

Muja fruit/vinefruit/ really any citrus fruit. I don’t care for sweets overly much, but citrus fruits make for a nice dessert, particularly if you’ve been in the field for a while and are dying to tear into a real life freshly grown plant before your body self-destructs. Berries are really nice for that too, actually.

Bilbringi cheesy meat pies with peppers. Listen, there is absolutely nothing healthy about the Belbringi meat pies your average lower level Coruscanti diner, much less the ones you find in Hutt space. I have never been to Billbringi to have the real thing, so I can’t speak to that.

But Master Fulier used to take us both for occasional treats to a few 24 hour diners after really long days on missions, and there’s nothing like them after you’ve been up going on 36 hours chasing cartel lackies. Meat and extra melty cheese wrapped up in a golden crust. Nothing like pure fat and protein and carbs to remind you that you’re not actually dead of exhaustion.

Caf.

I have been advised caf does not qualify as food. Nor does behot or Gatalentan tea. I obviously disagree, but as a runner up…

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The recon had indicated that the buildings were empty of hazards, living or otherwise. But you know what they say about intel. Halfway through the area, everything went sideways. The walls of two buildings blew outward, throwing debris and personnel every which way. Moments later, one of the buildings started to collapse, mercifully away from the men. But given how badly things were going, Imma wasn’t willing to give the scene any more time to inflict damage. She headed towards where she’d last seen the commando.

They were easy to pick out of a crowd of white armored men, a bit bigger than the other soldiers, their armor a nicer, though that was always subtle. Approaching the unconscious man, she hoped that kit was worth the extra credits.

He moved when she spoke. Not much, but it meant he was alive, which meant she’d be getting him out of there. Gently, but firmly, she put her hands on his neck, thumbs supporting his chin, finger spread to support the weight of his head and helmet. His head steady in her hold, she looked into the eyes of the helmet.

“I need you to answer me, otherwise I’m going to have to remove your helmet to make sure you don’t have a head injury.” The HUD in her visor was trying to gather info on him, but she didn’t have access to his bio metrics, so she was flying a bit blind, hoping he’d answer.

A black and cracked visor stared back at her, devoid of its usual glowing blue. “I can’t see,” he muttered.

He hadn’t realized his dead helmet was the cause of blindness, and the confusion mixed with the throbbing pain in his skull bubbled into panic. He grasped the woman’s arm when his gloved palm smacked against it.

“Need to get up,” he mumbled. Deep breath. He slowly pushed himself off the ground and forced himself to concentrate, to calm his breathing and recall the series of events.

Armored boots pounded against the dirt and two blasts followed their path. Niner barked an order, shouting at his squad to move it when the ground ripped apart. The blast radius caught him and flung him into the wall, and a large piece of debris grazed his helmet and collided against the concrete above his shoulder. His bulky katarn armor had spared him from serious injury.

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Munday Questions | CLOSED

A pressure pounded against his right temple as he regained consciousness. His HUD was dead, encasing him in the blackness of his helmet and a deep crack ran down the right side of his visor. Concrete pressed against his back, body slumped against the bottom of a small and crumbling wall.

His helmet stirred when a woman’s voice asked him if he could walk. He tried to respond, but a groan escaped his lips and his chin fell to his chest. Nausea gripped his stomach and he was afraid if he moved or spoke he would make a mess in his helmet.

This ask ancient, but oh well.

This is purely headcanon, and thus 100% personal interpretation, but I actually really think Etain’s rejection of the AgriCorps is too ingrained for her to find peace there.

Etain is, more than anything, someone who is terrified of not being good enough and longs to be useful. She longs to not only be connected to someone, but to be valued by them. And she associates “agriculture”, and specifically the AgriCorps, very, very strongly with failure.

There’s a quote in Hard Contact that I’ve mainly based this off of:

Etain watched the display of rustic logic with growing respect. “We can harness the Force to nurture plants, yes.”That was all too true: she had heard the stories of Padawans joining the agri corps when they didn’t perform well in training. That was all she needed- life on a backwater planet, talking to fields of grain. It wasn’t just the intelligence data that she had hidden in her cloak that made her want to get off planet as fast as she could. Agriculture spelled failure. She didn’t need further reminding of her inadequacy.

I think it’s probably brought up a few times elsewhere in the series, too, although I’m far too lazy to do proper research at the moment.

But at least in my headcanon, Etain was very captivated by her ideal of Jedi as presented by Kast Fulier/ as it fell under her personal interpretation. Mainly someone who was competent enough to fix things for the people around them, who proved that they belonged.

Once the AgriCorps was presented as “the alternative for Jedi who can’t pass their trials or land a teacher”, even if that was a skewed perception, I think that immediately poisoned the idea enough for Etain to prevent her being happy there in the future. Landing in the AgriCorps would just feed into all of her self-doubts and insecurities...

... not to mention that AgriCorps Jedi still follow the Order’s rules of non-attachment from what I can tell, without even the nebulous sense of self-worth Etain would other wise get from being useful to strangers in need.

The way I play Etain, that plus the trauma she endures on Qiluura (rape threat+ Kast’s death + difficult pregnancy + near miscarriage + missteps as a General and the resulting casualties) ensure she actually never takes to agricultural or rural life in general. She thinks she’ll adapt to Kyrimorut... but it’s way more of a struggle than she was anticipating.

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Etain is ridiculously touchy-feely**. Like. Almost more so than the other Jedi are comfortable with. She’s very much a hugger, but also a platonic cheek-kisser if she gets the sense the other person would be comfortable with it. With a partner, she’s very much up for hand holding and sitting in their lap or leaning her head on their shoulder- she likes the sense of connection.

Her protective streak is also a pretty good sign that she’s taken a shine to you; if she’s angrily squaring her shoulders to fight with someone for your sake, then she’s probably adopted you as one of Her People (tm).

(**Fun fact: Muse is the OPPOSITE of the mun, which makes this hilarious to write.)

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Modern!Verse Etain loves sunflowers for their cheerfulness and peonies for their aesthetic. 

Clone Wars!Etain has never been given a bouquet and to be fair, also probably wouldn’t know what to do with it/where to keep it. But she thinks she might like to be given one anyway. She’s a romantic at heart. Sweet scented flowers would be more her style, for the extra sensory input, but nothing overly gaudy.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Etain is very bi and finds all kind of people pretty. But to consider them as a partner, she’s very much concerned with temperament.

 Different things attract her to different folks, but with Darman (and one other love interest she has from a previous RP blog/whose author I write with on my personal blog) it was the open earnestness, the humor, the kindness; she’ll melt easily with a little softness and sunshine.

 Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

INCREDIBLY. Like. She trusts her partners to be competent, but circumstances have given her every reason and inclination to ramp up the protective instincts she already has