Not-so-secretly, Caspira loves how off-putting her cybernetic eye might be to some people and takes advantage of all the glowy, spinny, eerie parts of it. Another thing it does is color change but that seemed too much to try and cram into a simple blinking gif.
Commission for funk-yeah
Agent Caspira is as clever as she’s gorgeous
screeching into forever! Nan did such an amazing job on this I am just floored excuse me while I stare at this and make happy squealing noises.
Well, her connection to the force was broken/severed when she damaged her brain (with the force so unexplained I just kinda wing it here) so anything that applies to force-users no longer applies to her really. Can’t sense it, use it, manipulate it, etc etc. That lack of something that used to be there however probably manifests as a ‘phantom limb’ sort of thing. So that’s not really a factor in her life anymore. Although she does have some weird sort of immunity to whatever it is Valere uses to ‘See’ so maybe her connection to certain parts of the Force were well and truly destroyed.
There was a faint tremor to Caspira’s hands by the time she was safely aboard her ship. They weren’t shaking though, no… A Cipher’s hands never shook.
The duffel bag of gear over her shoulder had been more than she had expected to walk away with, but the meeting with the Inquisitor had cost her. Afterward she’d been sure she felt Neshimo’s pale eyes on her as she’d moved through the hustle and bustle of Vaiken. She hadn’t felt completely secure until she’d traversed the whole damn thing and made it to her ship out on the docking ring, the unnoticed tension leaving her shoulders the moment the hydraulics locked it down behind her.
No doubt about it, Darth Craiken would be watching her. And if she didn’t tread lightly, that mention of praise and accolades would quickly turn into an unpleasant visit to the Inquisitorium provided Darth Bi’ev didn’t claim her sorry carcass first.
Jaw clenched, she dropped the duffel and swung a temperamental kick against it, only slightly mollified by the rattling thud as it skid across the floor of her ship. If she were smart, she’d walk away and let Terallo hang. Or better yet, drag him back to Intelligence in cuffs and let them fight over the scraps. The traitor deserved it, taking information and siding in with the Republic to leave her in the lurch like that after all the work she’d put into getting Rafe in the crosshairs.
Another Karcen dump, sorry not sorry. Some previous chapter pics, rocking the new outfit and a bit if wisdom from Zenith that made me laugh.
savagebooby and I started talking art things which led to talk about a collaboration and then we started talking shibari and bam - there you go! (i’m sorry about all those ropes again)
Rax - lines by me, colors by SB.
Caspira - lines by SB, colors by me.
spookthespy mentioned the ‘Buddy Cop’ vibe going between Grim and Caspira and it made me laugh in utter glee. I felt the need to at least crank out a messy sketch. What really titillates me is that big, scary looking Grim would be good cop.
Feeling nostalgic. Remember this!? Yes.
A bit of humorous art I’m working on. Caspira will cuff you and draw faces on your helmet, Jack. Yes she will.
If only she can figure out what face to draw….
Don’t be fooled folks. Beneath that helmet is one pissed off ‘Hunter I’m sure. As payback for this of course, I’ll have to do a pic where Jack comes out on top. Just need some ideas first.
/hint hint nudge nudge
Bringing this back because… ahahahaha.
infiniteprobabilities said: STOP BEING ADORABLE KARCEN
I’m sorry he can’t do that! Except to look like a kicked puppy or deliver sassy face.
Tek once made fun of Karcen’s crotch-flap Mama’s robe so I got him a new look ;) (Seriously though that crotchflap just…) So you get a picture of Karcen’s new duds complete with perpetually baffled padawan face. Yeah I dunno, like 80% of the screenshots I have of him, he’s making some bizarre and hilarious face.
Yes Karcen. He is asking for help with ship.
Hahaha, damarlegacy and I are terrible people and I forgot about this little gem she demanded I capture.
This is why more people need to join <Respite> and <Interlude>
Looking through things still sitting in my in-progress folder. This is one of the first pics I did of Caspira almost two years ago but I’m still remarkably happy with it =3 Cas rocking the stealth/circuit suit and a nice little smirk.
Tek and Karcen. Any flavor, there are plenty to choose from.
Karcen looks like shit, but by now Tek’s learned enough social graces to keep her mouth shut about it. Of course he does—his wife’s left. She can’t deal with the constant stream of shit that comes from Being Part of the Cody Family—and isn’t Tek a big part of that? For better or worse.
"Don’t." Tek pushes past Karcen and into the sparse quarters he’s moving into on Tython. "Just don’t."
Karcen sighs. His face looks older, somehow. Tek can’t put her finger on what’s wrong, but the light has gone out of his eyes and he hasn’t shaved for a while.
"Tek." He pauses. "I really think I should be alo—"
"I said don’t." She settles herself down on the floor; one of her hands is twitching, fingers tapping nervously against the hilt of one of her lightsabers. "I’m not leaving you by yourself."
"Your wife called me and told me to come see you. So don’t."
With a sigh, Karcen gives up. He lets the door swing closed and turns to stare at Tek. His eyes are swollen and wet—she’s not sure if it’s from crying or from trying not to cry, but it’s his business.
"She called you."
"Uh huh." The tapping grows faster, more erratic. "She said she knew how much I—uh—care about you. And to come here and keep you company."
Tek shakes her head violently; hair falls out of her messy ponytail to cover her face. “Don’t. I don’t wanna talk about it. You don’t wanna talk about it. Just sit in your chair and we’ll watch movies or something dumb, okay?”
So they do. Halfway through the second film (a silly romantic comedy about a Twi’lek pleasure slave and a Cartel businessman) he insists Tek get up off the floor and makes room for her in the beat-up lounger. She falls asleep with her head on his shoulder. By the part where the businessman is proposing to the Twi’lek in the middle of the Promenade, Karcen’s nodded off, too.
(delivered to Caspira funk-yeah's inbox)
[EDIT: Agent, my utmost apologies. My Lords simply would not be dissuaded from your attendance. Given the…illegibility of the rest of the message, the dress code is formal. You are not expected to bring anything - however a small parcel of black licorice will distract Darth Valere if you present t just after the first serving, and I have arranged for a popular children’s program to be broadcast around the same time. Experience has proven it to be a proper deterrent. Please find enclosed a proper exfiltration route from the estate. I believe it goes without saying that until said distractions activate it is ill-advised to drink anything offered. All the best, Ensign Wickers.]
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