Time for another call @swtor tumblr: please share your headcanons :)
With slavery being legal and widely practiced in the Empire, what do your imperial characters think about it? Do they consider it a terrible practice they would ban if they only had enough power? Are they neutral about it, think it's useful for the economy/just a normal part of life?
Do they own slaves and how do they treat them? Why?
Especially for the SI (who used to be a slave before they were sent to Korriban): how did their past experiences shape their view on this topic?
prompted by a scene in an ongoing rp (@starrealis), the conversation between our two Sith went somewhat like this:
Drake: OMG, stop abusing the slaves! You can't just shock them for spilling a drink!
Var'lock: *confused* explain why
Drake: *exasperated* Slaves are people? You should KNOW since you used to be one.
Var'lock: FYI, I treat them exactly the same as any other people. I shock them and then I laugh as they scream in pain...
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I absolutely love Hoth, where you hunt the ghost of ancient Sith Lord Horak-mul and meet my favorite SI companion (sorry, Khem, I love you too). Talos is just THE BEST and I will forever be salty that we can't romance him.
If you'd rather speak through these idiots for eternity, be my guest.
I wish to hear more about Var'lin and this Sith half brother. how did that happen? who are their parents? how similar do they look? why is Var'lin impersonating him?
I love talking about them, thank you for asking!
For the longest time they didn't even know about each other's existence. Then the war happened and Var'lin was wounded in a skirmish with a group of Sith on Corellia. He was taken captive by one of them, who - to his complete shock - looked like his evil doppelganger.
I wrote some stories (here, here and here) about that story arc, but the conclusion happened in rp only (he eventually got back home and the brothers decided to stay in contact).
They look eerily similar, even though Var'lin is younger (and prettier, he claims). Var'lock of course has only one eye and he generally looks more sithy with the pale skin, gaunt face and the corrupted orange eye.
They share the same father. A Sith who fathered a lot of illegitimate children all over the galaxy. One of them was a little slave boy on an imperial colony world. Var'lin's mother fled to Coruscant where she gave birth and never told her son or anyone else the story of how she had gotten pregnant with a Sith's child (it's not a pretty story).
Var'lin is eventually going to help his brother with some pesky assassins. Draw them out by impersonating Var'lock. Just the usual Sith power struggles, you know? A normal day in the Empire.
A little collaborative project for you on your special day. @starrealis did the art and I wrote the story. :)
Enjoy ❤️
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BIRTDAY FIC
featuring Idalia and two special guests
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“Oh, I'm sorry, did you have important plans tonight?” Her master often managed to sound amused one second and vaguely threatening the next. He cocked his head to the side and regarded her with his creepy stare. “More important than keeping watch over my artifact?”
Idalia sighed in defeat. “No, Master. Of course not.” It was only her birthday today. Not that he cared enough to know that. There was no way her master was going to stay out here in the wilderness and watch over his precious artifact himself.
Idalia doubted it needed any protecting. It was a stupidly huge stone altar, for fuck's sake, nobody would just carry it away over night! Var'lock was paranoid. But he was her master, and there was nothing she could do.
And thus she had ended up sitting in a makeshift little camp in the jungle, surrounded by ruins and rubble, celebrating her birthday with the ghosts of the ancient ruins. They weren't exactly fun company. Soon Idalia was bored out of her mind and irritated enough to throw rocks at the little green lizards that crawled too close to her camp.
This wasn't how she had imagined to spend her birthday this year. Alone and miserable. Her master hadn't even left her any food besides an old ration bar. She chewed on it, then threw the awful thing into the ruins in a fit of rage.
She was still busy wallowing in her misery when she saw a light approaching through the darkening sky. She squinted against the glow of the setting sun. A speeder? Perhaps her crazy master had been right after all and there were scavengers stupid enough to seek out this place...
She smirked, letting her hand drop to the lightsaber on her belt. Perhaps this evening wouldn't be so boring after all.
The speeder was quick to approach her campsite, as if the people riding it knew exactly where to find her. Strange. The only one who knew where she was...
Before she could finish that line of thought, she caught a glimpse of red hair and the reflection of the sun caught for a moment on shiny beskar, and she knew exactly who was riding that speeder. All the tension drained from her and her smirk turned into an incredulous smile.
Minutes later the speeder skidded to a halt in front of her, and Shane jumped off to rush towards her with a big smile. “Happy birthday, love!” He immediately scooped her up and whirled her around, before pressing a kiss against her lips.
Idalia found that she had a big stupid smile on her face when she was finally put down. “What are you doing here?” Lothar in the meantime had removed his helmet and unloaded the speeder. He approached her more slowly and raised her hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “We just happened to drive by...”
“Yeah, right....”
Shane had grabbed some of the bags and was already busy setting up an old fashioned picnic between the ruins. “If you can't come to your birthday party...,” he showed her a bottle of champagne, grinning from ear to ear, “your birthday party is just going to come to you.”
Idalia didn't know what to say. She stood there while the two men produced a bunch of exotic delicacies and carefully packed dishes from their bags, lighting a few candles even. “I made these myself,” Lothar admitted a little sheepishly as she inspected a little box of meatballs. They would probably burn her throat and made her tear up with how spicy they were - Mandalorians loved their spicy food - but Idalia didn't mind at all. Her eyes were already tearing up a bit anyway.
Especially when Shane made her another, incredibly beautiful gift. A small necklace with delicate, white stones in it. She could only stare for a few minutes, before taking it in her hand to inspect it more closely. The thing must have cost a fortune, and she said so in a disbelieving voice.
“You deserve only the best.” Shane grinned at her, fastening the necklace behind her neck. The way his breath quickened when his eyes followed the pendant as it slipped down into her cleavage was almost sweeter than the gift itself.
Lothar came up behind her and let his hands trail over the skin on her neck, giving her goosebumps with the softness of his touch. “You deserve to be spoiled today.” His words were a barely audible purr, and Idalia could only groan as he started kneading the muscles on her shoulders, expertly massaging the tension out of her.
She closed her eyes when he kissed her neck, but not before catching a glimpse of the smirk on Shane's face. She wanted to say that yes, of course she deserved all of this, but then Shane pushed the skirt of her robes up and knelt between her legs and pressed his mouth against her crotch and all that came out was a delighted little gasp. Lothar's soft lips on her shoulder were replaced by sharp teeth dragging against her skin.
“Yes,” she finally managed, leaning back against the Cathar's warm chest as her other lover worked on pulling down her pants, pressing fervent kisses on every inch of skin he could reach. Yes, she deserved this, deserved both of them. But sometimes she couldn't believe just how lucky she was.
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Act I finale. Even though I know what happens, I still love watching the events in the Dark Temple unfold every single time. Finally you understand why Zash has been eyeing your body like an icecream popsicle all the time. Killing your first master is such a pivotal moment in the life of any Sith. *wipes away single tear*
Khem Val: Behold, the heir of Kallig, slayer of Zash, successor of Tulak Hord, Lord of the Sith. Now, bow!
Balmorra is where the SI story takes a turn into crazy town. I love it. Injecting yourself with that barely tested and potentially lethal Colicoid Serum is only the first in a long series of bad decisions and I am totally here for the ride. Also love the moral predicament you face with Major Bessiker and his Sith son. I like the old man but I absolutely hate saving his son.
- So let me get this straigt--you kidnapped me away from the Republic so that you could go skinny-dipping in a toxic waste pit?
- A Sith's got to find some way to unwind.
