#solus vetra

The Game

Tagged By: @cloudofbutterflies92

0. The Fool - when you first created your character, what did you originally envision for them?

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Solus Vetra had such a different path when I first created her. For starters, she stayed with the Jedi until the bitter end of The Clone Wars. Her relationship Jai’ba’buir (her blood grandfather) was much less fraught. There was still pain it never bled over to the sheer degree it is now. But, I’m actually happier with the tension now. They’re both stubborn people with this fitting them more. Solus’ original pairing was with Ahsoka Tano and Boba Fett. Bo-Katan was maybe a passing crush she had while Pre Vizsla meant nothing to her. In fact, those two frequently clashed until his death at Maul’s hands. She was somewhat tamer in a sense too. Creating her has kind of been like her dropping the Polite Act with me to really meet her. I love this version of her much better.

Aoika Igarashi has stayed many of the ways I planned for her to be. The stark look at what the shinobi system does in desperate times to prodigies. Her family is technically all civilians so there’s their poor reactions in the early years. Aoika was born at a time when being skilled enough made childhood a luxury. So much of her abilities would be of use at higher levels she was rushed through everything. Hiruzen cared deeply for Aoika but when it’s the life of one verses many...the many will win. I don’t think I anticipated how much of a lens she would become for many characters. There are a lot of people to compare and contrast her to; Itachi Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, her distance Senju relatives, the generation before her, and even those three years younger than her. A big thing I’ve recently realized with her is just how much she does not want the SpecOps Intelligence Job. She would much rather do her job without the tattoo on her arm and the porcelain mask. But, duty called so she had to answer. Her life for the village, every single time. Trauma and Scars just mean she survived and others aren’t so fortunate.

Notes: Solus Vetra belongs to the wonderful @overcaffeinated-creative! 

Tiberius let out a content sigh as he curled up against the nice, warm body beside him while a hand played with his hair and the little bundle between them curled up against him. “How about I go get some caf made up?” Eli asked thoughtfully as he moved his hand down to Tib’s shoulder to give him a light shake. “Pre has scheduled a meeting for this morning, remember? And we should have the wake up call in three, two…..”.

As on cue, a certain little ball of unholy energy slammed the door open and ran into the room, then right up to Eli’s side of the bed. “Breakfast!” The paint brat announced as he beamed up at them, which caused Tib to let out a defeated sigh while Eli ruffled Jona’s hair.

“Thank you, Jona.” Eli answered. “Shouldn’t you be helping your  buir feed Tristan?”.

“Tristan likes art too.” Jona reasoned as he looked at Tiberius and Aveza curiously. “Is Unca Tib an’ Vee still sleepin’?”.

“No, they’re grumpy at Uncle Pre. We have a very important meeting this morning.”.

Jona nod slightly. “I’ll go tell Mama to start the caf!” And with that, the brat bolted out of the room while Tib sat up and moved Aveza to his lap, earning a fussy whine in response.

“See, even he knows I hate mornings and Ziva’s going to be like this for the rest of the day.” Tiberius pointed out as he frowned at Aveza’s mess of hair, which caused Eli to chuckle. “Why did he have to plan it this early? Does he want me to kick Dred’s ass?”.

“Everybody has fun watching you deck whichever dumbass disrespects Clan Vizsla.”.

Tiberius rolled his eyes in response as he got off the bed with Aveza in his arms and walked out of the room, he smiled slightly as he felt the childish excitement from the boys. It was a nice feeling this early in the morning.

“There’s the smile.” Eli muttered cheerfully as he fell into step besides the younger man as they walked towards the kitchen of the rather large complex, which caused Tib to lean against him.

Pre watched as a particular young couple entered the kitchen, which resulted in Tiberius passing Aveza to her father and making a beeline to the counter to get his first cup of caf, it took at least three for him to reasonable during morning meetings.

“Ah, ah, ah, go sit down with Solus.” Pre said as he intercepted the younger man and redirected him towards the table, where Solus as sluggishly drinking her own caf.

Tiberius sighed but complied nonetheless and swiped Aveza back from Eli in the process before settling on the chair and started combing his fingers through her hair. “We should start stashing a hairbrush in here.” Tiberius muttered as Aveza rubbed at her eyes.

“Meanie.” The two-year-old stated as she glared at Pre.

“Daddy will kick his butt later when we’re sparring.” Tiberius assured her as he glared evilly at Pre, who rolled his eyes and retrieved the hairbrush that Bo-Katan had actually stashed by the caf maker and walked over it to his half-brother with the peace offering. “When does the meeting start anyway?”

“Now, actually.” Pre answered as Eli walked over with a mug of caf and handed it to Tiberius who looked at Pre as if he suddenly grew a second head.

“Where is everybody?”.

“Here. Tiberius, you remember that recent job on Coruscant, don’t you?” Pre asked as he nod towards Solus who was giving him the same confused look. “Solus Vetra, this is my younger half-brother, Tiberius.”,

Tiberius stared at him for a moment before looking at Solus. “Wait…...she’s that Jedi that jumped your sorry ass, right?” Tiberius asked slowly as it dawned on him who the former Jedi was as he stared at her. “You tried to kill me on Coruscant.”.

“I….That was you?” Solus asked in a bit of surprise as the two stared at each other while Aveza glared at Pre, and at least one of them were awake.

Pre looked down as Jona tugged on his pants leg and smiled at the boy who simply gave him an Ursa’s classic unimpressed look. “I has new paint.” Jona stated ominously.

“And your mother needs to limit your exposure to your Auntie Bo.” Pre responded, although a bit disturbed that he was being threatened by a three-year-old and noticed a very familiar, and rather rude gesture Solus gave him before she turned her attention back to Tiberius.

“It’s really too early for this, can I go back to bed, please?” Tib asked as he pushed the mug away and glared at Pre.

“Yeah, and save this for later? When we’re both more aware too?” Solus added as she cast a glare at Pre as well.

“I get it, you can find a date on your own, but making me wake up at this Force forsaken hour isn’t worth it.” Tib turned his attention back to the Kiffar toddler. “When was the last time you checked on the affairs of our clan?”.

“I want you two to meet in a more peaceful situation.” And Pre had checked in, he knew there was some difficulties over the affiliations right now, and Satine seemed to find it necessary to grill Tiberius over his own affiliations.

“Daddy?” Aveza asked as she glared at Pre. “Can we throws hairbrush at Unca Pre, pwease?”.

“Yep.” Solus answered as she smiled at the girl who looked at her then proceed to ruffle the brat’s hair, which earned an annoyed sigh from Tib. “We can certainly do that, since Uncle Pre needs to learn that some people like to sleep.”.

Tiberius pointed the brush at Pre. “Three against one, brother dear.” Tib stated as he proceed to do as the brat requested, which was intercepted by Ursa. “Ursa! Come on, he deserves it!”.

“I won’t disagree with you on that, Tiberius, but why don’t your return to bed? I rather not deal with you acting like this for the rest of the day.” Ursa stated sternly and glared at the count who glared right back for a few seconds Tib to sigh and push his chair back and turn towards the door with Aveza, then leave without another word. “Solus, why don’t you go back to bed too? Which means,” Ursa looked towards her eldest. “Jona, could you show Auntie Solus her room, please?”.

“Okay, Mama!” Jona rushed over and grabbed Solus’s hand. “C’mon, Auntie! Boo choose a room with lots of art an’ a fluffy bed for you!”.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” Solus said fondly as she picked Jona up, who grinned happily. “Ursa! I think I might keep him!”.

“Feel free.” Ursa said as the brat winked at them before the pair left the room.

“That went better than expected.” Eli piped up as he sipped at his own caf. “Alrich and I fully expected them to go berserk on you.”.

“Thank you for the vote of confidence, gentlemen.” Pre snipped at the Kiffar who smirked at him while Alrich ignored him as he tried to clean Tristan’s hands.

“Next time, listen to me when I tell you something.” Ursa said as she pointed the hairbrush at him with an unimpressed look. “A more peaceful situation would be any time but the morning. Even a battlefield.”.

Solus Vetra - A Moodboard

One of my best friends sent me this while talking about a book trilogy they had just finished reading. (The Green Bone Saga for the curious.) It's become one of those things that twists and turns in my mind. It's this call that I feel like I need to write a response for. My hearts sings out with something that my mind and fingers can't quite capture yet.

I sat down earlier trying to turn a variation of "violence as an act of love" into prose. What I wanted was that to be my drum beat. Something where I dove into it with that as the singular repeating line while each paragraph answered it. Those words are still stuck as sounds and feelings.

It touched me because I write so many things where acts of violence serve as acts of love and respect and acknowledgement. Hell, sometimes it's born from a tangled sense of compassion. Between my favorite ships and settings and tropes it melds in so perfectly. So many of my characters when cornered go, "I love you so much I'll fight for you. I'll take your place. I'll bleed for you without flinching."

The greatest acts of violence Solus carries out with the Force (and many outside) have been born of love. She respects loves a man so much they tear chunks out of each other on Concordia. Their blood splatters seems into the ground because this is as much a dance as the night before was. As their meeting had been with turns of phrase and looks and assurances half given. She loves Mandalore so much she burns parts of the Jedi Order and Republic Spy Networks. "Let them know what it feels like to have Outsiders invade their home." She breaks a friend's arm in three places as a village burns around them because she'll suffer no disrespect to her family. A man nearly two feet taller than her was tackled from a balcony as a distraction, as a show of prowess. All of the finesse of the Force, of her lightsabers (the gifted kyber burning orange), of most of her training as a warrior in favor of a brutality fueled by love. Him and his brother were endangering her family, defiling her home, and it would stop. Later when Inquisitors caught her and her family her riduur died; he died knowing he couldn't win but he could buy his two riduurs and their children time to escape. She dug so deep into the Force a shockwave echoed seemingly across the time and space. Them and their forces died because would lay waste to everything to protect her children, her family, her home. There's so much more drawing from her and her love that appears as violence. Later, she juggles the world for her riduur as she works to take their home again and again. She's guide and advisor and assassin and the rock to build upon.

Nico Bright loves Claire Redfield so much she ingests a variant of t-virus to save her. Her body bleeds antibodies because fate is fickle. It doesn't change but it hurts. Later she fights a man with decades of experience over her and wins. (A shotgun is a great equilizer.) There's blood and broken bones and bruising on her end. Her own life was in danger and that fuels her. But, even more so was he hurt people she loves. It's an act she'll never be able to undo, what he did to them and countless others, but she can stop it from happening again. It ends here and it ends now and it ends with her almost hyperventilating body thrown so deep into this she becomes calm. She protects civilians (a title she no longer views for herself) with a calm tone and good leadership and acts of violence. Because it keeps them safe from the zombies outside their little SUV. So many of her brushes with bioterrorism are born from this unyielding love for humanity and others even if it almost breaks her.

There's so many more; Alijah Kastor who hunts people who could kill her with her hands tied behind her back, Lumi Kirrin bathed in blood from such a young age to defend the basic rights of others, Jazari Naaji who acts for love and family no matter the personal cost, Vren Avitus who makes herself in a guide and assassin and solider to save her sister and her loves, Fe Cataegis who has a panic attack so intense she throws up because she hates travel by water but this fight needs her more. Sosha Soruna is canon but she helps reclaim a home that is not her own wearing none of the trappings of those around her; it's violence in the act of love because this is Jila's Home and she wants her girlfriend happy.

No one tagged me for this. I just wanted to practice with photopea and my blorbos. Here’s the blank!

Every time I read this, I know in my heart of hearts, that it could be the energy of Solus and Pre meeting.

It would be a type Better World AU where they're not opponents or overthrowing the government together. Instead, they're what happens when happens when two passionate people study Clan/Mandalorian History extensively and also don't like losing a potential debate.

Solus would have the Table Flipper Energy because, "WHAT IDIOT WOULD EVER FUCKING BELIEVE THAT, HUH? WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME UP WITH THAT IDEA? DRUGS? CONCUSSIONS? FAILURE TO THINK?"

There's also an excellent chance that Pre didn't even believe what he said. He picked the worst take to see what would happen and Solus Ve'tra, skilled politican and advisor (and sometimes assassin), took the bait. Now, she's an angry little force of nature that needs him to know he is wrong. Look at all of the evidence she can quote, the sources she has, and every other thing imaginable. While he has the free entertainment that's watching a clan head this riled up over the most obscure maybe fact, maybe fiction.

They go on a date three days later or something. Because she enjoys someone who can match her wit for wit. He's clearly amused with her. (Also it's not like the man is swimming in dating chances lbr.)