Because Cyra would honestly rock the Lens Flare Armor of the Gods. Or y’know, shiny things.
Sak does these neat progress shots and it looks fun so I thought I would go ahead and do the same with a little lazy doodle I cranked out today after pondering Azil’s threat to give her a new, mirroring scar XD
((Cas’s player has been writing these short fics of different AU’s where Caspira winds up having kids with various other characters. This is my twisted take on it, since someone asked for Laz/Cas. Non-canon obvi.))
Caspira always felt a sense of trepidation whenever she was summoned to Lord Laz’ab’s estate, but then who wouldn’t? Despite his doctor’s best efforts to cure the mad Sith’s condition, Laz’ab’s medication always seemed to be one step forward, three steps back. But something was different today. Perhaps it was the sideways glances his personnel shot her as she passed, the increased security droids and guards posted along the halls … or perhaps it was the way he addressed her as ‘Caspira’ today, instead of her usual alias.
“My Lord,” she replied, standing to attention and keeping her voice polite, even as she wrestled down the knot that twisted in her gut. “You summoned me?”
“I did,” the Sith replied, with a sly bobbing of his head. Not for the first time she was reminded of a reptile as he moved, slimy and cunning and deadly. The way the light shimmered off his pale head-tails—almost translucent to expose a gross myriad of veins beneath—did little to help that image.
“I am very glad you could make it.”
The corridors leading to Laz’ab’s personal chambers are strewn with debris—damaged security droids litter the hallways, the walls bear deep scoring consistent with a lightsaber, and light fixtures dangle haphazardly from the ceiling, sparking erratically as they die. Security and maintenance personnel rush about trying to mitigate the damage as Doctor Azil’mort picks his way through the labyrinthine maze, the guards acknowledging him politely by way of curt nods, the cleaning-help keeping their eyes averted.
In his small personal chamber, hunched over his desk, stands Lord Laz’ab himself. Bent double and huffing fitfully, the contents of several drawers lie upended about his feet. Unused bandages, stimpacks, and needles are scattered about. He’s struggling to wrap a tourniquet around his wrist and hand, and the doctor catches a clear glimpse of a long, mean gash running the length of his arm, along with several other fresh cuts lacerating both palms.
Blood soaks through the bandages; he doesn’t seem to hear Azil’mort approach.
hahahaha Karcen/Tek whatif baby
Karcen’s bleeding by the time he makes it to where he had squirreled away the small speeder and prays to everything he knows that it’s still there. Dozens of small injuries that have tallied up into an exhausting mess and his side is on fire from where Tekeli-li got a fantastic strike in. It’ll scar, but that’s alright… he’s got other souvenirs from his ferocious playmate though he hopes this one is the last.
But the Jedi has what he came for; the toddler wailing in alarm and pulling on his hair as tears spill down her pale, pale face. Even now, above her wailing, he can hear alarm and screaming from the house in the distance and Tekeli-li is no doubt raising all sorts of hell for the staff and security. Their deaths’ won’t be a mercy but it’s nothing he can help. She had made this choice for him a long while ago. Her anger is so rich and ripe he’s almost certain he can feel it all the way out here, knows that perhaps the only thing keeping her from chasing him down even now is that she’s going to be preoccupied with making sure Armitage is alive.
"Shh, shh…" Karcen doesn’t know a damn thing about kids and soothing this one seems to be a study in futility. Not that he can blame her for her frightened wailing. He did just take her from her home and her mother.
steeples fingers and leans into ask box, hissing over and over again 'burr and casp, and burr and casp, and burr and casp'. if required, there should still be more than enough terrible burr on moncoalshain
It was every parent’s desire that their child surpass them in skill, in wit, ability and make a name for them self within the wide galaxy. It had never been in Burr’s plan to have children and especially not with a Cipher every bit as broken as he was. But it had happened all the same, and the eugenics program as well as the underground remnants of Imperial Intelligence had been eager to have the child in their respective programs.
A new generation of agents. A new generation of killers, and their little gem had been a prize student. Whatever the reason, the final determining test to success versus failure had been one of extermination for those responsible for the bulk of his training. There was little affection that Burr held for Caspira but it had still been slightly dismaying to hear of her death at the hands of their skilled child.
But it had given him the warning necessary to prepare for his reunion with his dear boy.
Qell/Janila babbies :>
"If you keep screaming at her, she’s just gonna stand there. Maybe even knock you off and sit on you again," Qell sighed, watching his boy kick heels against the sides of the very unimpressed tauntaun. He was young still, but on occasion the old twi’lek wasn’t certain his son had an ounce of brains in him. "Don’t pull her ears, you know she hates it when you do that."
"He’ll learn when he’s stuck under her for an hour again." Janila observed, coming up behind Qell so quiet he might not have known she was there. He did though, seemed he knew where she always these days; that warm little finger-touch of awareness at the back of his neck like a breath of air. Maybe the Force, maybe not.
Hooking an arm around her waist, he pulled her in with a chuckle and planted a kiss on her cheek, pleased to find the effect still made her smile. He set his hand gently atop her growing belly, gnarled knuckles and chewed nails an odd contrast.
"You good up on your feet? I got this you know. I can always get him off that thing and doing chores." Concern lightening his slight growl of a voice into something more pleasant, he paused at the hoots and hollers coming from the tauntaun pen. "That boy isn’t right in the head since Birdy gave him that holonet implant. Next time he comes around, no more ‘toys’."
Janila arched an eyebrow in slight challenge. “He’s a boy, it’s just how they are. I’m sure you were dumb as rocks at his age too.” Pausing thoughtfully, she shot a sideways grin at him. “You were a helmet full of bricks even when I met you.”
grim and caspira is just a given
The space station, despite the cold monotony of the surroundings the general drudgery of work, was a place of reunions just the same and Caspira had little trouble spotting Grim in the crowd as the shuttle she’d arrived on let loose a flow of humanity that were quick to disperse to other locations. Head and shoulders above the bulk of people waiting, he was a hell of a sight even discounting the skull tattoo that cast his face into odd angles of shadow and light.
The moment he spied her his eyes lit up, teeth bright in the sudden smile that transformed him from intimidating hulk into something more. His smile was contagious and she found herself returning it immediately as he closed the last few steps between them and enveloped her in a hug that dragged her feet off the ground.
"Ain’t been waitin’ long but you a sight fer sore eyes."
"You as well, Calte. Come on, let’s get out of the way. I have something to talk to you about." Keeping one arm draped affectionately over her shoulder, Grim allowed himself to be led over to one of the spaceport’s giant bay windows that overlooked Dromund Kaas.
The last of the series of credit commissions I cranked out to help fund the guild ship. Worked with some very nice folks and am happy with the end results.
Terallo/Caspira babiiiiiiiiies <3
There was a thud from the other room, her parents’ room, and then silence. Maddie paused, little fingers holding tight to her Battle Action Darth Dolly as she waited to see what would come next. Sometimes it would stop a single loud noise before one or both of her parents would storm out, and sometimes it was only the beginning and they would both prowl around the house full of bad feelings for a long time.
One noise this time, Maddie decided. And as soon as the thought swept through her, the door slammed open and Mommy stalked out on a wave of angry red bad feelings. Disappearing into the small living area, there was the scrape and slam of things being gathered, the sound of glass shattering and then Mommy strode back into the room and stooped to scoop Maddie into her arms. Her cheeks were bright red in anger but there was a growing purple splotch along her jaw and her knuckles were scraped and bloody.
"Come along darling, we’re going to run some errands and give your father some time to think." Despite the calm and happy smile on her face, the bad feelings were still there. But Maddie nodded, locked her arms around Mom’s neck and secured her grip on Darth Dolly as they moved for the door. Sometimes it was just easier not to ask why.
Jean and Cas' child, whether born out of a stable relationship or one or both fouling up birth control during their fling, I'd love to see where -that- would lead. >:D
Caspira hadn’t spoken to him in over a year. At first it had been because of what she had seen as perfectly justified hurt, he’d promised he wouldn’t leave, assured her time and time again he knew what he was getting into with her and had no intention of running but… he ran. Got a good, long look at what she really was and what she really did and promises be damned, it wasn’t something he could handle.
Time gave her distance and understand but time also became a very dangerous thing and her silence was maintained out of panic, fear, and a very rapidly growing concern.
If nothing else, Jean was forgiving and when she called him in a near-panic almost a year after she had walked out of their shared apartment and out of his life, telling him that she needed him to meet her somewhere no questions asked… he agreed. Force bless his overly trusting soul.
Caspira arrived hours before the set time, securing the scene and prowling through the small building like a caged animal. Each glance she took out the narrow windows was one that devoured and processed each detail with manic haste. There could be no mistakes. All the effort she had put into keeping her little secret was funneling down in the next hours and she would not lose now.
Faux-screenshot to accompany this roleplay log.
Some awesome, dark, gruesome art by Sak. Goodness somebody is angryyyyyy…
Terallo rolls over onto his side and stretches comfortably on the medical bed. He seems to be waking up … oh yes, he definitely is. Blinking a few times, the blurry haze of his vision eventually clears, giving way to an unfamiliar medical room. He blinks a few times, lolling his head to stare at the empty bed beside to his own.
Confusion is evident on his face—why can’t he see out of his right eye? He lifts his right hand to investigate, and confusion turns into horror when the wrist stump bumps against a patch covering his eye.
He sits up so abruptly he almost falls off the bed, the white sheets tossed aside in disarray as he stares down at himself. “Wh-what the … what the … “
Five Night’s At Laz’ab’s: HE makes YOU the suit.
Based on this morning’s RP but not quite. He didn’t get to turn Terallo into a ventriloquist’s doll, but he probably would have if Capira hadn’t barged in when she did.
"My name is Terallo and I’m a big butt! Someone please kill me so I can stop being stupid! Now watch as I regale you all with a tale of my foolishness while Lord Laz’ab drinks a glass of water!"
This is why Caspira has trouble making friends. Eventually they meet your other friends. Semi-based on this RP.