The Elvenqueen

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

*rolls self back in after eating WAAAAAAYYY too much food* Hope you had a good Christmas too! XD

Finally got a post up, sorry that it took so long! Things were manic o: I DID however get to go and see The Last Jedi, if you haven't seen it yet you TOTALLY should, it's EPIC O___O and kinda brought on a bit fo a text wall of thoughts for our next "Act" (sorry for the text wall XD but I'd love to hear your thoughts/adaptations to them as always :P)

Which leads me to some the brainstorms I had, semi-inspired by some of the epic stuff in TLJ (without giving away spoilers, I promise):
-So, presumably our duo are eventually going to go and find Revan, and to me it makes sense for the Exile to be with him as well, since it's implied she went after him at the end of KOTOR II? I'm thinking maybe they find them on some obscure planet similar to the place Luke is hiding out in in TLJ, but instead of old Jedi teachings perhaps it is a secret library of more of Renso/The True Sith's teachings that Revan/Exile have been keeping guard of after all these years

-I think we talked about the Rakata somehow being involved with more Star Forge-y type stuff as well? Perhaps the Rakata, as another ancient race, were rivals of Renso's Purebloods but were forced into submission by the Purebloods being that the Pureblood society had a lot of Force sensitives that could combat the Rakata's advanced technology and prevent them voyaging out into the known galaxy, but now that Renso (the last living Pureblood(?) is dead, there's nothing to "stop" the Rakata and their advanced tech from squashing EVERYTHING in the known galaxy (except of course...those who are well-versed in Renso's balanced Force techniques i.e. Revan, Exile, Ari and Bol specifically?) Therefore they have to team up with them in order for them to stop the Rakata from dominating everything? XD

-As a side-note to the above, in a similar fashion to Starkiller Base from TFA, perhaps the Rakata have built or are working to build, a new and improved Star Forge, and Revan and Exile and any companions we choose to have with them have been occupied trying to track down the progress and/or location of this and the Rakata leaders, and this is why they weren't present to intervene with helping stop Bracknell/Illesia/Manus and Soto?

-Also we need to discuss which "versions" of Revan and Exile we'd be going with if they're going to appear. I kinda like the idea of sticking to the canons gender-wise so male Revan and female Exile? Let me know what you think! Might also be cool to have some of the other original party members make an appearance alongside them? (within realistic reason so idk maybe Zaalbar would still be around, being a Wookiee-though he'd be a LOT older the same as the Force users) and also possibly Atton, if we're going with the female version of the Exile the RCM of KOTOR II kinda implied that he went with her if you completed the romance with him? XD

-HK-47 would also be hilarious to have around for a little bit during their interactions. I can't see him and Ari getting on, AT ALL x'D

-If our duo are going to be promoted to the rank of Masters at some point soon (I think that came up before?), it'd be kinda cool if they each got an apprentice or something to teach? :P

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Aria could only shake her head meekly as Yerbol’s arms drew her in close to his chest. As heroic as Voldon’s death had been, it did not make the loss of his presence, and by extension his wisdom, any easier to bear.
“You don't know that.” she muttered under her breath. “ANYTHING could happen now...hell, what if this is IT?” She glanced up at him, finding her eyes oddly devoid of tears to cry, rather that the loss left an oppressive emptiness where certainty might once have been. “What's to say the Faceless haven't killed the others too and we're all that's left, AGAIN?” the Champions mouth twisted into a reluctant smirk as her husband made a remark about what Voldon would have wanted, and she quickly banished the unlikely scenario from her thoughts.

They would be fine. The Qyaari were stronger than that now. Somehow, they would work this out.

She managed to nod her head as Yerbol stepped back, squeezing her shoulders gently and suggesting that they help to relocating the surviving wounded from the Temple and surrounding areas to medbays. Aria could think of no better use of their time, throwing her attention into the task with hyperfocused enthusiasm that reached far beyond simple dedication to her duties and passed into the realm of “occupying her mind in any way possible as a way to ignore the grief”. At some point during the kerfuffle of carrying wounded or dying persons to and fro, she lost sight of her partner and Cheriss both, though from the remaining Alliance soldiers she had been working with the Champion heard the news that an officer had gotten a message through to the other Qyaari members and they had agreed to rendezvous here on Voss. Aria confessed to dawdling further on her remaining tasks, in the hopes of avoiding the conversation altogether. She didn't really want to be present when Kira was informed of her husband's parting. Cowardly or not, she did not relish the thoughts of Kira’s reaction....Force knows she would feel the same way should she have been told similar news about Yerbol. However, as the Alliance squadron she had been tailing completed their task of helping the surviving Voss clear some of the rubble blocking the temples entrance (in record time, thanks to the aid of the Force-weilding Champion who could lift whole chunks of the debris with one hand and move it around), she found herself approached by one of the Mystics who insisted:
“It is of import that you return to your companions now that they have all arrived. There is much to discuss, my brethren will be expecting you...all of you.”
Aria found his insistence somewhat mystifying, but if there was one thing she had learnt over the years it was to not question such things. The fact that she could feel her husband's confusion at her absence only further enforced the point for her. Heaving a sigh, the Champion thanked the Mystic and made her way post-haste to the impromptu landing pad where Yerbol and Cheriss were already waiting as the other Qyaari disembarked.

Aria rejoined the group a short moment after Cheriss, in time to hear the other Elders recount the tales of their exploits, deducing from Ailel’s dishevelled appearance that she was not exaggerating. The Dathomirian remained silent as she listened to the other Elders recount their tales, arms folded neatly behind her back and betraying no notion of the heart breaking news she was about to deliver. Aria couldn't conceal the grimace that crinkled her features as Kira’s attention turned to the absence of her partner. She had hoped Kira wouldn't notice, unfortunately finding that not to be the case as the red headed Knight frowned warily back at her.
“....What? What did he do?”
“Kira…” the Champion swallowed, trailing off as she slipped her hand into Yerbol’s and squeezed gently. He was likely as thankful as Aria was when Cheriss interjected to give the explanation needed. Kira visibly paled as the news sank in, her jaw set into a hard line as she forced out the words:
“...If this is some sort of joke that the two of you have come up with Cheriss, it's NOT funny.”
The Dathomirian shook her head solemnly, breath huffing out in a heavy sigh.
“Kira, I'm sorry. The amount of energy it would have taken to release those spirits...they do not give without taking something in return.”
“No...no, no.” the Knight shook her head in denial, taking a few steps back. “He promised.”
“He made a very brave choice.” Cheriss muttered. “I can't pretend that will make this any better, but if it wasn't for Voldon, Manus would have killed us all.”
“Makes little difference to me.” Kira sniffed, her shoulders stiff.
“I know.” despite some conflicted glances exchanged between Ailel and Cheriss, none of the Elders made any move to stop Kira as she moved further away from them, seemingly in agreement to leave the Knight to come to terms with the grief herself while they discussed their next step. Ailel ran a hand through her tangled fringe, teeth sinking into her lower lip with enough force that it might have drawn blood, her voice a muffled murmur when she spoke next.
“So if Voldon’s gone, what do we do now…?”
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An hour or so later, the assembled Qyaari (sans Kira, who had yet to reappear since the altercation) found themselves across from the remaining Voss Mystics, in an annex of the Tower that had coincidentally (or perhaps purposefully, Aria wondered) suffered very little artillery damage. Great shelves stretched up towards the ceiling, jammed to overflowing with scrolls, datacrons and other such banks of knowledge.
“What use would someone like Manus have for an old archive?” Aria frowned, craning her neck back as she attempted to peer up at the contents of the topmost shelves and finding she got nothing but severe muscle cramps for her efforts. “He was a strategist right, not a historian…?”
“Indeed.” the Voss nodded, tapping his fingers together in a gesture oddly reminiscent of the supervillains in those cheesy movies on the HoloNet. “However, what Manus Vo searched for holds great strategic value should he have found it. Or rather...should I say, ‘whom’.” a nod to his comrade brought a second Mystic striding closer to the table which the Force users had arranged themselves around.

In the centre of the table sat a projection device, which had been dormant until now, when activation by the Voss prompted it to produce a holographic image of a man in classic old-school Jedi garb, his pale skin accented by the mop of dark hair on his head and the facial hair that complimented it by framing most of his jawline. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest in a posture that may have come across as impatient had it not been for the serenely thoughtful cast to his expression. Aria had never seen a representation of his face before in all her twenty one years, but she had seen enough mention of him in the plethora of texts that populated Roan’s study on Dromund Kaas to know who he was as soon as she laid eyes on him.
“...Revan? But isn't he long dead?” the diminutive Champion's gaze moved from the Elders either side of her, to the Voss on the other side of the blue hologram.
“That was never confirmed.” Ailel protested, fingers drumming against the table's surface. “The Jedi merely lost contact with him when he disappeared, but no signs of life, or otherwise lack thereof, were ever received for either Revan OR Bastila...until Satele arrived, of course.”
But the late Grandmaster of the Jedi Order had claimed to have no knowledge of her Great-grandparents’ whereabouts either. NO ONE did. Many Force users from both sides had attempted to search for the revolutionary in the years following, none had succeeded and eventually everyone had assumed the reason for this to be that they had both passed back into the Force.
“He can't POSSIBLY still be alive. Nobody lives that long.” Aria protested, feeling a surge of wary uncertainty from her partner through their link.

“Your father followed several leads garnered from the Revanites, for a time, when you first came to Korriban.” Cheriss reminded her, catching Aria's eye briefly.
“And that turned out a dead end just like every other claim to Revan’s location, he came back angrier than a Bantha with a sore head and never spoke of it again!” Aria huffed, but obediently fell silent as the Dathomirian raised a hand to quiet her and turned back to the Mystics.
“What is it that you have seen, that would prompt Manus Vo to destroy half your homeworld in order to acquire it?”

Warrior Cats; The Valley

Hey there! So, some pretty serious family stuff has come up this weekend and it's kinda destroyed my muse, so next post may be a bit slower getting out while I'm working through it

I promise I will keep you updated and I will try and get it going as soon as possible (:

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Hey there! So, some pretty serious family stuff has come up this weekend and it's kinda destroyed my muse, so next post may be a bit slower getting out while I'm working through it

I promise I will keep you updated and I will try and get it going as soon as possible (:

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Been a while since I dropped in here, so here we go!

1. Room Of Angel-Akira Yamaoka-Silent Hill 4 OST
2. Pieces (Album Version)-Sum 41-Chuck
3. Far Away-Nickelback-All The Right Reasons
4. How To Be A HeartBreaker-Marina and the Diamonds-Electra Heart (Deluxe)
5. Bubblegum Bitch-Marina and the Diamonds-Electra Heart (Deluxe)
6. Ugly Side (Album Version)-Blue October-History For Sale
7. Evergreen-Will Young-From Now On (DON'T JUDGE ME!)
8. Human-Rag 'n' Bone Man-Human
9. For The Nights I Can't Remember-Hedley-Famous Last Words
10. Miss Jackson (feat LoLo)-Panic! At The Disco-Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!

A weird mix of sappy and sassy? ok shuffle, sure xD

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Hey, no worries! I totally feel you there. No rush, better to leave it and come back to it than try and rush it if you're not feeling it :)

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

I was gonna suggest that, actually. Great minds think alike I guess! XD I figured she would volunteer to be the one to do it rather than leaving it to Ari and Bol :(

Also like the idea of them meeting on Voss instead, rather than just leaving a path of destruction in their wake and all XD after that well...we've probably got a LOT of ways that could go depending on how we want it to pan out eh? Haha

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

He certainly went down in the most heroic fashion possible, good old Voldon. Man Kira is gonna be a mess when they tell her though;-;

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

Little shorter than usual, but figured now would be a good time to slow stuff down just a TEENY bit, since it's such a big blow for them all to digest and all D:

(also, bravo to those last moments of Voldon's, I confess I teared up a little when I read the part about him thinking of how much he's gonna miss Kira ;-; ...gosh I am not looking forward to them having to break that news to her AT ALL)

You never see it coming[Freedomliveson/The Elvenqueen]

As Yerbol pointed out the grave state of their numbers, even WITH the help of the three Mystics, Aria couldn't help but carefully nod her agreement.
“How much difference can they honestly make? These Gormak don't strike me as the type to flee just because of some vaguely threatening mantras shouted at them.” she knew by now, from experience, that there would be SOME way for them to think their way out of the situation, but the Champion had to confess a distinct lack of any solid plans coming into her own thoughts at this precise moment. They didn't have to wait long, the Temple seeming to provide a solution all of its own, yet another explosion propelling the personnel in the room from their feet. Aria tried in vain to find purchase SOMEWHERE to keep her own balance, instead finding herself privy to some rather unattractive flailing of her limbs before finally grabbing onto an outcropping in one of the support pillars and dragging herself to her feet again. The entrance to the Temple was barred by a floor to ceiling column of solid debris as large as a full grown man in width, halting the terrible procession of the Gormak offenders. Aria shook her head in disorientation, having to blink a couple of times to ensure that the spectral shapes which appeared next were in fact there, tearing through the group of assailants with a vengeance right before the eyes of both Qyaari and Alliance troopers.

Their relief at the impending victory was cut through, however, by an indignant protest from the newly awoken Mystics, who stood in procession behind them and glaring severely at the newcomers to the Temple as they demanded an explanation.
“E-Er...I'm sorry…?” Like Yerbol, Aria fumbled for words, at a loss for any words to explain something that she didn't understand herself. Luckily, it seemed Cheriss was able to shed some light onto the Champion’s and Voss’ confusion.
“The Temple Guardians. Spirits of long-dead Voss Mystics, bound to the Temple building and assigned to protect it in...what was your wording? “Times of dire need”?” the Elder’s head cocked pointedly towards the petulant Mystics, arms spreading outwards to indicate the destruction around them. “I think THIS can be considered a grave enough emergency, no?” the Voss shrank back, perturbed, but seemed to exchange glances and contemplate Cheriss’ point as the Dathomirian gave a heavy sigh. “I apologise for the intrusion to your Temple, Mystics, but I fear if my fellow Elder had not awakened them we very well may have lost the Temple altogether.”
Much of the structure appeared to have already been compromised by the use of the rocket launchers before the spectral army had cleared the attacking forces, however with some time and care the outer walls and foundations could be patched up. Cheriss moved quickly amongst the Alliance commandos, issuing instructions for them to salvage what they could and to arrange for further help to be sent when possible. Aria found her own attention focused on the collapsed pillar in the center of the room, slowly processing Cheriss’ words and reaching a conclusion about what they meant.
“Voldon...sent them to help us?” she asked, trailing after the Dathomirian as she walked, though the Champion’s limbs felt weighted down with durasteel and she stumbled once or twice trying to keep up with the taller Force user’s strides.
“Yes.” Cheriss’ answer was simple, her attention focused on anything else but acknowledging the lack of the other Elder’s presence in the room.
“Is he…?” Aria trailed off, swallowing hard. “The tunnels, there are other ways out, right?”
The Elder did not reply immediately and Aria’s heart sank into her gut. “Ch-Cheriss?”

Cheriss froze then and turned her head, and the Champion was almost certain she saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes before she closed them in an attempt to disguise it.
“Voldon knew what he was doing, Aria. It was his decision to make.”

“S-So he’s just...gone?” the words stuck uncomfortably in the Champion’s throat, forcing her to swallow again, twisting her fingers restlessly through themselves as her subconscious tried to occupy her racing thoughts with physical movement.
“I’m afraid so.”
“What now?” perhaps what was most concerning, was the near-certainty Aria felt, in that none of the remaining Qyaari could be sure. Without the former Battlemaster at their head, what were the Qyaari? Voldon had been the anchor that held them together, reminding them of their true purpose and always ensuring that they kept on track, even as it seemed every other force in the galaxy was trying to tear them apart....
“Regroup, assess damages....” Cheriss lifted her head from its bowed position with a heaved sigh. “Make sure Voss is stable enough for us to make our return to Zinuthra so that we can join the others and track down whatever Faceless squadrons Manus deployed before he came here.” the corners of the Elder’s mouth twitched in a very, very faint smile. “At least we are assured one thing, without Manus and Jean dead, they are no longer a threat; whatever’s left of the Faceless is most likely nothing but confused younglings. We should try to round them up, if we can.”

What they would do with said captured Faceless after that fact, however, it was clear even Cheriss had no idea. Aria didn’t have the heart to voice her doubts of the plan, after everything that had just happened it provided a minute amount of comfort to have a goal to focus on...instead, she gave a nod of confirmation and shuffled back towards her partner, reaching out a shaking hand to touch his forearm lightly.
But as Yerbol raised his gaze to hers, Aria found herself forgetting what she had planned to say to him.