Moved to Tumblr

Just wanted to shoot a quick little thing here to say that I've moved my short stories and the Helikias Legacy to tumblr...

Here's the link for it if you want to go and read the stuff that I have there. I'm probably, pretty soon, going to put the short stories I have up here onto it as well... I won't delete them from here, no... this was the first place that I actually created the inner thinkings of Ulic, Je'lie, and the others, so I don't want to delete it.

http://helikiaslegacy.tumblr.com/

There it is, if anyone is interested. I'm also doing a 30 day writing challenge placing Ulic and Je'lie in all types of different situations. So far I'm on day 3. Day 1 was putting them in the Hogwarts world of Harry Potter. Day 2 was Zombies. (Self explanitory). And day 3 was Midieval. I had a lot of fun writing day 3. Tomorrow is spies... That one should be fun since Je'lie already is a spy... haha. So we'll see how fun it is!

Hope you all do go and read what I've written. Got information on the characters and even pictures of them as well... And some new characters too.

Honor... and... Alcohol?

She stood tall across the room from him, her chin tilted upwards in that slight smirk that she could hold. He was slightly perplexed by that smirk. That one smirk was what had gotten him into his world of trouble that he was now in. And yet, he wouldn't have traded that moment for the world. The way she sauntered up to him, helmet under her arm and held tightly, her hair billowing slightly in the breeze of the planet he had been on. And then her lips were moving, and he found himself stuck as if he was under a spell.

"You look like an honorable man... Do you drink that honor away on nights where you feel alone and useless?"

The words had caught him off kilter, and he hadn't had a response to them at the time. But now, a year later, here she was once again, standing there in front of him. Albeit, she wasn't wearing her armor, just a tight fitting shirt and leggings, but she still held that sense of honor and hope in her eyes, as if her journey was still beginning and hadn't gone far. But she had gone far. He could see it in her eyes. She had seen many things. Things that many people should not have to witness, that he wished he'd never have to witness.

"I do," he whispered, causing her to blink in slight confusion. And then he was the one smirking towards her. "I do drink my honor away on nights that I feel alone and useless..."

Belted laughter met that statement, coming from the woman across from him, and she curled in on herself, her head shaking back and forth. "Some Jedi you are!" And then she was gaining control of herself slightly, her laughter dying down to little snickers as she righted herself once again, her smile growing as she crossed the room to him.

Of course, he couldn't see the color of her eyes, a golden brown. Nor could he see her brunette color of her hair, but that didn't matter to him. He saw a larger picture. How the Force wove around her and through her, but not a part of her in a sense like it was with Force sensitive people.  And just that sight invigorated him greatly. How could someone of her flavor of life invigorate him as she did?

Upon her clearing her throat, he quickly came out of his thoughts about her and shook his head. Satisfied that he was once again listening to her, she let a smile grace her lips, "So, Jetii... Is this one of those nights? Because My honor is high an I'd like to drink it away... at least for a little while... No inhibitions!"

He floundered for a moment, taken back by her sudden proposition. Hadn't she been married the last time he had met her? Yes. He remembered clearly the male Mandalorian that wasn't far behind her, a show of adoration on his face for the woman that was in front of him. So what had happened? Where was her husband now? And why was she asking him this question of all things?

"Your husband?" He asked, his golden blond eyebrows raising slightly in his quest to fish information out of her.

Her smile slipped from her face, and he watched as the Force around her seemed to billow in sadness, as if a tragic event had happened. "He's... Not around anymore," she whispered, fingering at her throat where a ring was on a golden chain. And then she was spinning away from him, waving her hand through the air, "Forget it, jetii! It was a stupid question..."

"I lost my wife too," he murmured to her retreating form. Those words caused her to halt and quickly spin back to him, her eyes going wide. "A little over twenty years ago..."

And then she was sagging her shoulders, "Come. We'll drink to their memories..." Shooting back over her shoulders, she smiled softly, "Come, Askatofa... The mighty Altiera Cadera waits for no man! If you plan to drink with me, then you better shake a leg and fall in line!"

With that, she was leaving him standing there, his jaw hanging open. She was such a perplexing woman, and he loved that about her. He was brought out of his thoughts once again as his son came up beside him, looking in the direction that he was. "Father?"

"Je'lie," he cleared his voice, coming back to the present and shaking his head. "I am sorry..."

A small smirk upturned his lips, and he let a little chuckle leave his lips before he was patting Askatofa's shoulder ever so slightly, "Go after her. Altiera is a tough nut to crack, but once you get through that beskar armor of hers, she's nothing but soft... The challenge is daunting, yes, but the reward is worth every battle and hardship taken..."

"Honor and alcohol, eh?" Askatofa smirked for a moment before he went emotionless again, and then he was striding off after Altiera.

"Honor... and... Alcohol?" Je'lie mumbled, confused as to his father's last words. And then he was shrugging before turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction, heading towards the meditation room to see if Reilik and Torian wished to train for a while.

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And another short story. This one deals with Altiera and Askatofa with a slight appearance of Je'lie at the end.

Altiera is a Mandalorian bounty hunter that is Torian Cadera's aunt. Of course, she's only a couple years older than him, but she is still a capable hunter. She's Torian's mother's younger sister. When Jincoln had taken most of the Cadera clan with him when he decided to go against Mandalore, Altiera stayed and fought for the honor of her clan. That's how she met her husband, Jason Ordo, who was the younger brother of the Ordo clan's captain Erik. Jason married her, not caring that she was an aruteii. He loved her and that's all that mattered. They had two beautiful boys together. But a year before the story starts, she looses her boys and her husband to an attack by the Empire. Her husband angered too many Moffs with his attitude towards them and their beliefs that Mandalorians are just dogs that should listen to their Empire masters. Je'lie, who she is amazingly good friends with, contacts her to rescue Ellona from Taris after she is shipped there by the Republic.

Askatofa is a Jedi Counselor that is Je'lie's father. He still looks amazingly young, and Altiera jokes with him sometimes about how he could actually pass off as Je'lie's brother. When his village was decimated by the Empire, he was told by the Jedi Council that his wife and child had been murdered by the Moff that had headed the attack. Devastated over the loss of his family, he tried to pull away from the Jedi, but they wouldn't let him. After making him see the light once again, he ended up becoming a mentor to Quaylish. But it always nagged at him in the back of his head, as if the Force was calling to him, that his son was still alive and out there. Finally, he could not take it and left the Jedi, disappearing from contacts and everyone. Of course, with help from his friends, Je'lie is finally reunited with his father.

I really don't have any inspiration for this one... It kind of just manifested itself in my mind and I ran with it. :)

Keyword: Onomatophobia

Warning! *Spoilers* for the Imperial Agent storyline... Not a lot of spoilers, but some... You have been warned!

His body ached him as he desperately fought to gain control of his tongue. What was wrong with him? He tried speaking his mind once again, only to have his words jumble, pain erupting through his mind. He grabbed his head in agony before lashing out at the chair that was in front of him in his room.

It was so aggravating! He didn't know what to say, what to do! Why had this happened? He was a loyal servant of the Empire, did as he was told always. He never deterred from the plan. And yet, some Republic SIS agent says one word and uses him as a puppet.

Vector was standing in the doorway, his facial features looking a little worried. "Agent? Your aura..."

He desperately wanted to tell him that something was incredibly wrong, that someone was manipulating him, but as he opened his mouth to say the words, his lips took on a mind of their own. "I'm fine, Vector..."

"You don't seem fine, agent," Vector added, taking a step into the room. "But we must admit that being human is a little beyond us, now that we are Dawn Herald... Bet we thought that attacking a chair without preamble meant something was wrong."

"It's..." He startled, rolling his tongue around in his mouth for a moment before trying a different tactic. "It's complicated..." Good, at least he could say that much. "A little trouble, but I will face it..."

"May we assist in any way?" The Joiner asked, holding out a hand towards him. "We do not like seeing your aura as it is..."

"And what does my aura look like?" Je'lie asked, trying to take his mind off of the horrid events that had just transpired to him.

"Usually full of fire, full of life, intoxicating," Vector explained, a small reminiscent smile coming to his lips.And then it was gone, his lips terse and pulled together, "But now... it's almost... sickly..."

Je'lie allowed himself to sit down on his bed, putting his hands into his hair and grabbing on tightly, "Just... be here for me?" There was silence, and he wondered if the Joiner had left him, but then he felt the bed bend slightly under him, and he quickly looked up, only to see Vector sitting beside him.

"Always, agent," Vector smiled softly once again, placing his hand on the Miralukan's shoulder.

"I feel..." He started, wanting to say used, but what came out next caused him to growl at himself. "Fine..."

"Something has happened," Vector supplied for him, and as much as he wanted to nod his head to acknowledge the fact, his body made his head shake his head in a negative. He wanted to cry, but knew it futile. "Perhaps we should call your Sith friend? Maybe he could..."

"No!" Je'lie cried out, shaking his hands in front of him. And then he calmed slightly, taking in a deep breath, "Leave Desiterus out of this... He'll just... screw things... up..." By this time, his migraine had returned, and he moaned out, rubbing a finger on his temple. "Damned SIS..." He felt pain explode through his body at just those words, and he garbled out before collapsing backwards onto the bed.

"Agent!" Vector cried out, worry evident on his face, even if it couldn't be seen in those soulless black eyes. "Something is deathly wrong..."

"I'm... fine..." he grit out between clenched teeth. No! Not what I wanted to say!

Watcher X, who had constantly been talking to him about how futile it would be to try and fight what was happening to him at this moment in time seemed to laugh at him, and he moaned, draping an arm over his face. "Just... stop..." he finally whimpered, hoping to not activate any more pain.

That was when he felt Vector's hand on his cheek, and he allowed his hand to slip from his face. "Something is wrong," the Joiner said once again, his eyebrows creasing together. "You said a little bit of trouble..."

He nodded gently and slowly, awaiting the pain, but it never came. And he silently thanked whoever was listening that pain hadn't exploded once again through his head.

"And you are incapable of speaking it," Vector whispered. Once again a small nod, and Je'lie felt a small victory at that. But Vector's face made his feeling of victory fade away. "We do not like this, agent..."

"Je'lie," Je'lie whispered, rubbing his face with his gloved hand.

"Agent?"

"My name is Je'lie... Je'lie Muteser," he whispered once again, as if fearing that saying his name would even invoke the pain.

"Why are you telling me..." Vector started, only to quiet down as the agent sat up.

"Just... in case," he stated confidently, leaning forward and allowing his forehead to rest against Vector's chest, no caring if the man was angered at the act. "Thank you, Vector..."

"Why thank us, a... Je'lie?" Vector asked, sounding perplexed.

"For... being here. For being you. For... not leaving. It means the world to me," Je'lie whispered, feeling peaceful for the first time in a few days. It was a shame that the feeling wouldn't last, and soon he would be doing things that he wished he never had to do.

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So I've been playing Je'lie recently (whenever I get the chance with the kids) And I've just started on Taris... But... I couldn't help but completely feel saddened and my heart feeling Very heavy for what happens to my poor Je'lie once joining Hunter and the other SIS agents. If I could, I would totally strangle their necks... and Imperial Intelligence as well... Damn Code Words and their brainwashing tendencies!

If it was possible, I would be neither Republic or Empire at this point in time... They're both corrupt, they're both wrong... They have their goodness each, but they both also have their evil... Yes, the Republic does have evil amongst it!

But enough of that rambling... I thought up the idea for this story after I had started going through this part of the storyline. And I thought, well, Je'lie, the almighty Je'lie... The man that refused to bow to a Sith and paid the consequences constantly for his not listening to his superiors except for Keeper... He wouldn't go down without a fight with this part of the story line.

So I envisioned what would happen when he returned to his ship and away from the SIS, how he would react to not being able to say his mind, to do what he wanted against the people that had caused him that strife, that pain.

Of course, Je'lie has a budding relationship with Vector going on, so that is added in there as well... Vector just seems like the kind of man to worry about his agent... since mine seems to in a sense... at least that's what I feel like when I talk with him... In one of the conversations he wanted to know about Je'lie's past... and that blossomed in here as well with Je'lie telling him his true name, something he never let's anyone know about.

Awkward Moment for Ulic

She stared at him, her eyes narrowing greatly as he just stood there. Ulic stood close by, shifting from one foot to the other, his worry permeating through the Force, knowing how volatile Kenna Helikias could actually be if nudged in the wrong direction.

He hoped it didn't come to anything. He didn't want to step between his agent and his old one night stand. His leg smarted, his body ached, and his head was killing him. All he wanted was to take a dip in one of the Kolto tanks that they had for a couple of hours before rolling into his bed and sleeping off his massive migraine.

But he didn't want to leave the two alone for even a second. He knew the dangers it would cause, especially since Quaylish had taken a liking to Je'lie the moment he had seen the Cipher agent. "Can we all sit? How about some nice warm tea or coffee?" He asked, rubbing his face for a moment before moaning. "Let's do something other than a staring contest, alright?"

"So. You're Ulic's new play thing, are you?" Kenna hissed at Je'lie. To Je'lie's credit, the Miralukan just stood there, his lips pursing into a thin line. "You know once he's done with you he'll just walk right out, don't you? Mandalorians are like that..."

"Hey!" Ulic yelled out, feeling slightly hurt. "If my memory serves me correctly, you're the one that walked out on me!"

"After you stole the Darkblade!" She growled at him, allowing her Force to ripple out from her. Ulic winced slightly from the edge it had, but Je'lie just stood there. She threw her hands into the air, "Ugh! Don't you talk?"

"I do, only when someone earns my respect," the agent countered onto her, and if he could, he would have glared. He was not pleased. As she growled at him, clenching her fists, he smirked slightly, "And you call yourself a Jedi? I thought Jedi were supposed to not have any emotion..."

"I'm no longer a Jedi, agent," she countered onto him, pointing at Ulic. "The moment he ruined me..."

"Wait a minute!" Ulic yelled out, feeling as if she'd injured his pride. "I did no such thing... You're the one that ruined me!" A small smirk came to his face at his next words, "You thought I was... what did you say... 'Dashing eye candy that you wanted a piece of.'"

Kenna blushed greatly before pointing at him, "The decent thing you could have done was walk away..."

"Back then I wasn't decent," he shrugged, knowing that no matter what he said it wouldn't be good enough. "I didn't become decent like you think for a couple more years..."

"Mother," Quaylish's voice entered their ears, and Ulic quickly snapped his mouth shut as the boy came walking into the room, looking at all of them. A smile seemed to come to the boy's face as he looked up at Ulic, "Father! I was just coming to ask mother where you were..."

Kenna frowned greatly, "Your father is too busy to do anything with you, Quaylish. Why don't you go see if your uncles will train you..."

"But mother," Quaylish sighed.

"Hey! I'm not busy," Ulic countered, only to go quiet at Je'lie's next comment.

"You don't want his son near him, do you?"

Kenna narrowed her gaze at both of them, "You're damned right I don't want my Quaylish near that sperm donor! He's nothing but dishonorable and unfit to be a parent..."

Her words stung. They cut deeply at his heart. And he swallowed the lump that was in his throat. "He has a right to see his son, to teach him what he knows," Je'lie argued, and Ulic could just feel the anger radiating from the agent.

A head peeked into the lounge, and Ulic moaned as he saw Reilik looking slightly confused, "Je'lie? I felt..." His words stopped dead as he saw the situation. "Kenna, what..."

"He wants Quaylish to spend time with the sperm donor!" Kenna rounded onto him, turning to face him with anger in her eyes.

"Oh," the Dark Jedi replied, seeming a little out of place, and hating himself for even asking. He looked from Quaylish to Ulic and back. "Kenna, I don't really see a problem with Quaylish spending time with his father..." He then shrugged, "Quaylish, you want to spend time with your dad, don't you?"

"Of course Uncle Reilik!" Quaylish smiled.

"There you have it!" Reilik nodded before smiling to Ulic, "And Ulic. You want to spend time with you son, don't you?"

"Of course, but..." The bounty hunter started, only to stop as Reilik beamed.

"Done! Go ahead, Quaylish! Spend time with Ulic!"

"Reilik," Kenna growled, her eyes narrowing at Ulic as the Chiss gulped slightly, looking from his son that was a spitting image of himself to Kenna.

"Hm?" The Dark Jedi asked, not seeming to notice the awkward position he had placed Ulic in.

"This isn't like your situation with Asha..."

"Sure it is!" Reilik beamed once again. "If you want to get technical, little sister, then I was a sperm donor as well... At least Ulic made an attempt many times to see Quaylish and give him a life. You just decided it wouldn't be the best for your son and denied him that fact!"

Ulic moaned before placing his hand over his face. "Alright, that's it..." Everyone turned to look at him. "I'm hurting, I'm tired, and I've got one of the worst migraines I have ever experienced. Now that I feel so out of sorts from everyone... I'm going to put myself in a Kolto tank for a few hours and then I'm going to go train..." He looked at his son, who was looking a little let down, "Kid, as soon as I'm out and cleaned off, you can join me and I'll teach you how to shoot a blaster, how about that?" As Quaylish seemed bursting with joy, he jabbed a thumb towards Je'lie, "Until then, hang out with this burly guy, would you? He's technically your daddy in a sense too..."

Je'lie blushed slightly as he turned to look at the Chiss, "Ulic..."

"And now the tables have turned," Ulic beamed before leaning in and kissing Je'lie's cheek. "Alright, husband, I'm going to be in the med bay in one of the tanks. If I don't come out of there in a few hours, come and release me." He then looked back down at Quaylish, who was eying Je'lie with a new found wonder, "Go ahead and call him dad or daddy, kid. It'll please me to no extent and make him feel great!" With that, he started walking away.

"Ulic!" Je'lie called to him.

"And now you're in the awkward moment!" The bounty hunter yelled back to him before he was gone, leaving the other three adults looking at each other, before feelings gone. Confusion only remained.

"So... dad..." Quaylish smirked at Je'lie, causing the man to shift in his place. "What do you want to do?"

"You're not going to call me anything other than that, are you?" Je'lie sighed, and Quaylish shook his head.

"Nope. Father wants me to call you that, so I will."

Reilik snickered slightly before waving to the agent, "Have fun, Je'lie! I'm going back to Torian! Asha was keeping him busy..."

"No! Reilik! Wait!" Je'lie cried out, holding his hand out as if that would stop the Dark Jedi from leaving. But of course it didn't, and he was left in the room with Kenna and Quaylish.

The former Jedi smirked at him evilly, "Enjoy your time with my son... He'll eat you up and spit you out." And then she was leaving.

Quaylish snickered for a moment before shaking his head and sighing before slipping into a seat and sitting down. "Alright dad, why don't we just sit here and talk. I want to know more about the man that my father loves..."

Why was it Je'lie just felt as if he had been chained to a chair and left for the worst torture the galaxy had to offer?

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Another short little story. This time with a few characters that Ulic and the group pick up on Corescant. Kenna Helikias is Reilik and Zeik's younger and boisterous sister. She had a one night stand kind of thing with Ulic during the sacking of the Jedi temple that he was a part of. That resulted in Quaylish, Ulic's son. The boy, Kenna hates to admit, is a spitting image of his father in looks and in attitude.

Kenna hates Ulic with a passion, even though Ulic made plenty of attempts to be in Quaylish's life. Kenna denied every single one of them. And even when Ulic had sent his friend Jilly, a smuggler for the Republic, to talk Kenna into coming with her so that Ulic could meet his son, Kenna refused.

Quaylish, on the other hand, loves and adores his father, and has taken a liking to Je'lie as well. He tends to tag along after the two of them whenever he can and whenever his mother does not force him to train with his uncles.

"Let them come, I'm responsible for more bodies than a Corescant cemetary."

"I like assassinating assassins, they always look so surprised."

He remembered his words clearly, how easily it was to say them, to not care about another's life. How much he had changed.

"Je?" Ulic's voice brought him out of his reverie, causing him to lazily turn his head to look at the Chiss. "You alright, cyare?"

"Hm?" He asked in a daze before nodding. "Oh. Yes. Yes I am..."

The bounty hunter just gave him a look, a slight frown tinting the edges of his lips. "Are you sure, mate? Because I haven't seen you this spaced out in at least a year..."

"It's just this place, that's all," he responded cryptically, a frown marring his lips as he looked out the front of the bridge to look at the looming hanger in front of them. He then ran a hand over his face, a sigh breaking loose, "Do you mind if I... If I stay on the ship? I'll watch Zeik and Ellona, make sure no one can get her for the bounty..."

He supposed Ulic could see something within his stature that had the Chiss backing down greatly. "Sure, cyare. You stay on the ship and keep an eye on those two, alright? I'll take our little play toy with me and we'll get out supplies..." And then he was placing a hand firmly on Je'lie's shoulder, squeezing it with affection, "You know you can tell me anything, cyare..."

"I was a different person back then," he whispered, rubbing his forehead as a headache started. "I was a Cipher..." The silence from Ulic was deafening, but the agent knew it wasn't from surprise, but respect. Je'lie never spoke of his time as a Cipher.

A small torque of a smile graced the agent's lips as he remembered his days on Nar Shadaa, "The Exchange probably still hates me for all of the carnage I left among them..."

~*~

 

He stood there with Kayilo, a devastating grin plastered to his lips. She was looking at him as if he had grown a second head, "You're kidding me, right agent?"

 

"I don't kid, Kayilo," he responded, his accent breaking through to cause her to widen her eyes.

 

"You wouldn't," she hissed, her hand going to her side where her blaster was.

 

"Oh. I would," he chuckled darkly, kneeling behind a bench and pulling his sniping rifle from his back, lining up a shot across the square they were in that was littered with Exchange members. "And I will!"

 

With that, he was letting off a round, watching in satisfaction as the ambush worked miraculously. The man went down, crumpling with a blown to pieces head. And then the yell went out and around, causing all of the members of the Exchange there to turn in their direction, their attention turning onto Kayilo as she was standing there.

 

She cursed at him as he ducked and rolled before standing and pulling his gun with him. "You're an asshole!"

 

"Yes, but I'm an asshole that gets the job done," he hastily replied as he dug into his pack and pulled out some grenades before tossing them towards the oncoming men. A sadistic smile came to his face then as he continued to walk forward, stepping over bodies that dropped like flies to his ministrations.

 

Kayilo was trying to keep up with him, sending blaster fire into the fray of Exchange members that dared to attack him. What felt like hours, but was only minutes later, and Je'lie was standing with a ring of dead bodies around him, some of them charred from explosions, some of them twitching from the electric vibro blade that he had stuck through their heart, and others still with exploded heads from his moving sniping shot.

 

She was standing behind him, taking in deep breaths and looking a little tired. Upon him spinning to look at her, she saw the enjoyment on his face. "You got a suicide wish, agent?" She growled, only to receive a shrug from him. "Next time, leave me outta it!"

 

"It got the job done, didn't it?" He snidely replied to her, causing her to frown even more at him. And then he was beaming slightly, "And now, let's go do our other mission, shall we?"

 

She watched him spin on his heel and step over the lifeless body that was in front of him. And without even stopping for a moment, he continued on, his gait showing one of power and lethality as he leisurely walked on.

 

"Who in their right mind would want to get near that of all things?" She asked herself almost silently. "That damn agent could be the grim reaper for all I know... with how nonchalant he is about the whole death thing."

 

And then she was catching up to him, "Hey! Agent!"

 

"What is it?" He asked, not looking over at her but continuing on.

 

"What's with you and the killing thing? You almost seem to get a sick pleasure out of it..."

 

At this, he did look over at her, a smirk coming to his face before tapping the sunglasses that were over his eyes, "These eyes..." It was cryptic. It was short. And it annoyed the hell out of Kayilo.

 

"What about them?"

 

"I don't see like you do, like anyone else. I see with the Force." He then shrugged, "It is how my people are."

 

"So... You're blind," she replied to his explination, and he snorted, shaking his head.

 

"If you wish to think of it that way, then go ahead, think of it that way..." He then shrugged, a smirk once again coming to his face, "I like assassinating assassins, they always look so surprised..."

 

She just eyed him for a moment before shaking her head, "You really do have a suicidal tendency, don't you?"

 

"Only when around my father," he gave her a rather large Chesire grin, "and when Watcher Two is involved..."

 

"You don't like that woman, do you?"

 

The question was laced with emotion, one Je'lie couldn't return as he burst out laughing. "You do know, Kayilo, that I'm not your type..."

 

"Oh, how do you know what my type is?" She asked, a frown coming to her lips.

 

"I don't," he replied easily. "But you're definatley not equipped right for me." He belted out in laughter before shaking his head. As it finally dawned on Kayilo what he was talking about, she snorted before the laughter escape her lips as well.

 

"You're gay!"

 

"And rather proud of it," he nodded, not really caring what she thought. He then shrugged, "Now. Back onto Watcher Two..." He shivered slightly, "That woman is just too..." He sighed, "I can't quite place it. But she just infuriates me whenever she speaks... As if she's higher on the food chain..."

 

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Ulic seemed surprised as he eyed Je'lie at this point, "Cyare..." As the agent eyed him, he broke out into a wide grin, "I never knew you were so blood thirsty back then..." As he opened his mouth to say something, Ulic cut him off, "It's a shame that we couldn't have met up when I had missions on Nar Shadaa as well... I could have used that insatable desire to kill with the shit that I went through..."

 

"You're incorrigable!" Je'lie rolled his eyes before grabbing the top of Ulic's chestpiece and yanking the Chiss forward before mashing his lips against the bounty hunter's. Upon both pulling away for air, Je'lie sighed, "Just get going and come back in one piece, alright? I'll check on those bounties that you've starred for us and get some more intel on them..."

 

"What would I do without you?" Ulic beamed, pecking Je'lie on the cheek before spinning on his heel to run off.

 

"Probably struggle to get intel on your bounties and their associates," Je'lie rounded on him before sitting back down in the Captian's chair. "Now get going... We'll discuss this more when you get back... And if you're good and bring me back something interesting, there might be a special something in it for you..."

 

With that, Ulic was gone, leaving Je'lie sitting there and looking back out at the moon that was so densely populated with the scum of the universe. And then he chuckled as he remembered what else he had told his employer upon taking that job. "Let them come. I'm responsible for more bodies than a Corescant cemetary... How true that was. How incredibly true."

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Alright. Another little short story. This one is a little bit about Je'lie's past while on Nar Shadaa... This story transpired after I was playing the game today... I left my computer to take care of my youngest son. I had placed Je'lie in a safe position... "Safe" being the operative word. I came back to be moved from that position and a ring of dead corpses littered around me. My oldest son was sitting in my chair beaming up at me and rambling away. Either my companion was really good at keeping me safe and not dying, or my son figured out how to fight with Je'lie. I wouldn't put the second option beyond him.

He had also toggled off the auto run so Je'lie ended up walking when I went to move him... He is also in a very badass outfit right now, so here goes this Imperial Agent, walking out of a ring of dead corpses as if to go, "Yeah. I'm badass. You wanna try your luck?" I don't think I've laughed that hard in ages.

So this story sprouted up, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I also want to thank my friend for inspiring me to put this down as a story on here. I wasn't really going to, but then he said it was good writing material and my mind went from there! Thanks Ron! :)

Innocence is... Overrated

Torian watched the two of them closely, a small smile flitting on his lips for a moment before it disappeared. Reilik was a natural. He was a natural father, no trying involved.

They had gone to Tattooine so that Reilik could finally meet his daughter - a precious little girl with a fighting spirit - and Reilik at once had fallen in love. She was a spitfire, even at her tender age of eight, all legs and lank. But boy could she hold her own against kids her age and older.

Torian had commented on how she had a Mando'ad heart, and he could not wait to watch her grow and become an amazing warrior. The girl's mother, though, was dying, and there was nothing any of them could do, including Ulic. The medic had been devastated that he could not save her, and had actually spent the next two days holed up in his room refusing to exit to cook or eat.

The bounty hunter had quickly agreed to allow the girl to travel with them, and thus lead to their predicament at this moment in time. She, at that moment in time, was skipping around the lounge, giggling and playing in a sense. Reilik was sitting on the couch, his mind on the holopad that was in front of him.

Torian felt his heart move. The man was still trying to silently struggle with what had been done to him in the Imperial prison on Dromund Kaas. He was also trying to seem strong for his daughter who had just joined them.

It was at that point that the little girl stopped her skipping in front of Reilik, leaning forward and tapping his shoulder, her fiery hair swaying from side to side as she bobbed her head to a nonexistent melody. The Dark Jedi looked up at her, slightly startled to see her standing there, and she gave him an award winning smile as she leaned forward and fake whispered to him.

"Daddy..."

He closed his eyes in enjoyment at that word as she spoke to him. "Hmm?"

"I approve of you and Mr. Torian!" She beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet and giggling as Reilik started sputtering. "He tells me all the time how much he likes you and enjoys time with you..." She then nodded, as if it was a secret she was revealing for the world, "And you tell me all the time how much you like Mr. Torian and enjoy time with him as well..."

And then she was jumping onto him, wrapping her arms around him and looking up into his shocked face, "So I'm getting you two together!"

"Asha... wait... what... I..." Reilik was at a loss for words, his eyes going wide as she untangled herself from him and left him sitting there, slightly confused and feeling embarrassed.

Torian watched with hidden amusement as she skipped over to him before looking up at him with those eyes that were an exact match of Reilik's. The smile that was on her face was almost an exact replica of her father's as well. He barely registered her words as she spoke to him next. "Will you take daddy out on a date?" The hope in her eyes almost caused Torian to melt right there.

Oh yes. She was her father's daughter. Very deadly without even realizing it.

She almost pouted as he didn't answer her, lost in his thoughts. "I promise to get uncle Zeik to watch over me so I don't have to go with you two!"

Upon Reilik sputtering once again from his position, Torian smirked. But before he could say anything, little Asha was wagging her finger up at him, her feet spread slightly and her other hand upon her hip. Probably trying to intimidate him. Bless her.

"But it has to be nice!" He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off, "And no fighting involved! And romantic!" She then smiled up at him, "And dinner! You have to take daddy to dinner! A nice dinner!"

He looked over at Reilik, only to see the man looking rather ashamed and embarrassed. Just that flustered look was enough to seal it for Torian, and he chuckled before nodding, "You got it, Asha. Romantic. No fighting involved. And a nice dinner..."

Asha squealed in joy before wrapping her arms around him, "Thank you! Daddy thanks you!" And then she was rushing down the hallway towards the meditation room, yelling out, "Uncle Zeik! Uncle Zeik! I got a favor to ask!"

Reilik moaned as she left, placing his hands to his face, "I am so sorry, Torian... I really don't know where she gets it from..."

"Oh, I do," the Mandalorian chuckled, shaking his head and walking over to the couch to stand in front of the Dark Jedi. "I see a lot of you in her, Reilik, even if you've only known her for a few days." He then was smirking as he knelt down in front of Reilik, pulling the man's hands from his face to stare into those in depth iridescent orbs to the soul. "You should not feel ashamed. She just had the courage that neither one of us could gather..."

"They say children are innocent," Reilik sighed, leaning his forehead against the Mandalorian's. "I believe Asha is anything but innocent..."

Torian snorted before the skin around his eyes crinkled in amusement, "Her innocence is... overrated... at best." As Reilik burst out laughing at that, Torian leaned in and captured his lips in chaste and heated kiss before pulling away. "Now come. I promised your daughter that there would be no fighting involved for our date, but I never promised that there would be no fighting involved before the date started..."

With those words, he was standing and stretching his arms over his head, flexing his muscles, "Would you care to join me for a round of wrestling before we are corralled to do as your daughter wishes?"

Reilik was looking up at him with wide eyes, still slightly unsure if the kiss between them had actually happened. His fingers were lightly grazing his lips, trying to remember the feeling of the blond's lips crashing against him. The quick taste that he got. It was almost overwhelming.

He quickly came out of his reverie as Torian called his name, and he cleared his throat, allowing his hand to fall to his side. "Y-Yeah. I could go for a round with you."

And with those words, he was standing as well, and both were heading down the hallway towards the training room, moving so that they were brushing shoulders, heads tilted towards each other.

Dear Asha. She didn't know how much good she had done. What walls she had broken down between the two.

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Another little fluff between Reilik and Torian. The two can't seem to get over their walls of wanting to have a relationship with each other, so Reilik's daughter takes it upon herself to do the deed of making the first move.

Reilik's daughter. Her name is Asha. She is a product of a whore taking advantage of Reilik while he was sleeping and having a very good dream when he was 20. Zeik and Reilik were sent to Tattooine to aid the Republic with building and fighting the Empire. When Reilik found out that the whore that had used him without his consent was pregnant, he did everything he could to help her. Got her out of her job into a better one. He gave her money every month to help take care of her and her daughter. But the Council forbade him from ever meeting the girl.

But of course, now that he is no longer a Jedi, and Zeik is on the Dark Council, Zeik decides that Reilik has the right to meet her. But upon going and visiting, they find out that Asha's mother is sick on her deathbed with a terminal illness that cannot be healed. She begs Reilik to take their daughter and keep her safe, and he cannot say no to her.

Thus starts the relationship of father and daughter between the two. Of course, she is eight, so Reilik has much to make up for, and he desperately tries. He asks Ellona quite a bit for advice on how to deal with Asha, but sometimes he just tries to struggle through the problems on his own, too proud to ask for help.

Zeik has such a soft spot for the little girl as well. He spoils her as much as he can, saying she deserves it for being a Helikias.

Of course, poor little Asha is not Force Sensitive like her father. But that doesn't stop Ulic and Torian from teaching her the ways of the Mandalorians and bounty hunting. But they tend to do it slightly in secret so Reilik doesn't get upset with what they're teaching her at such a young age. She is able to shoot a blaster with precision, even at her age, but enjoys using a techstaff much like Torian. She says its because its the closest she can get to being like her father.

Je'lie's Fear

He sat down in the booth, rubbing his forehead and creasing his eyebrows together. His companion Vector had joined him, but seemed at peace unlike him. The noise of the cantina picked up, bouncing around him with a beat that was made to make life enjoyable, at least for a time.

The man had said he would meet him, and yet he was already twenty minutes late. Usually it didn't bother him, but with things that had been happening lately, he liked to be punctual. Vector turned his fathomless black eyes onto him, and he could see the worry that rippled through the Force from him. "We see your aura is dim. Is everything alright, agent?"

A sigh was his companion's answer, causing Vector's one eyebrow to raise. But before the Joiner could say anything, someone was slipping into the booth beside them, a rather sadistic grin coming to the face of the agent. "You're late..."

"Trivialities," the man shrugged, pulling down the hood of his robe to show both of them a dashing smile. He then seemed to sober, "My apologies. I was... detained."

The agent nodded his head towards the man, "Vector, I'd like you to meet Lord Desiterus. We've known each other for a while..."

"We are humbled," Vector replied, bowing his head slightly to the Sith that was sitting across from him. "We must ask though. Why do you leave our agent waiting?"

The man - Desiterus - smirked as he looked at the agent, "Damn, Je'lie, you know how to choose them, don't you?"

"What can I say? I'm just that good," Je'lie chuckled slightly before it died, and once again he was rubbing his forehead, a sigh escaping his lips.

"It's not really like you to call me up out of the blue, Je," Desiterus frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is wrong with you?"

"Just stress. And a headache, that's all," Je'lie grumbled to him, dismissing the question easily, but Desiterus wasn't one to be easily swayed, and he knew that.

"No. Enough of that shit! Don't make me persuade you into telling me what I want to know."

"Just... spend a little time with me, will you?" Je'lie whispered, biting at his lip as he scanned the cantina once more, causing Vector to frown slightly.

"Agent..."

"I'm fine, Vector," Je'lie insisted before he was looking once again at Desiterus, internally sighing as he looked into the iridescent eyes of the Sith opposite of him. The facial tattoos were startling against the pounding lights of the cantina, and the Force that wove through him was a trivial thing. Je'lie could see the tainted color of the dark side, yes, but he could see, deep down underneath it all as well, the brilliant shine of the Force like that of the Jedi, and it perplexed him quite a bit.

"You're worried about something," Desiterus's voice brought him out of his internal thoughts. "But what would you of all people worry about?"

"This whole thing with Imperial Intelligence. Me becoming a Cipher," Je'lie moaned out, allowing his head to thump down slightly on the table in front of them. "They've tasked me with finding this damned Eagle, and the amount of cover work I've had to do... The amount of me I've had to shed to become who I needed to be..."

Vector quietly placed his hand on Je'lie's chest. A small, yet intimate, move that had Je'lie sighing greatly. "You're strong, Je'lie, just like I am..." Desiterus smirked greatly, his eyebrows rising slightly at the position that the two were in now. "You'll get through this..." Upon someone stumbling into their table and jostling it, causing Je'lie to moan slightly in discomfort, Desiterus snarled.

Quickly turning his body and holding out his hand, he let lightning fly at the patron that had drunkenly stumbled into them before meandering away. The unsuspecting man screamed out as his body seized up before he fell to the ground, and Desiterus let out a bark of laughter. "Oh, I had forgotten how thrilling that feeling could be, torturing people..."

"And now your Sith persona appears," Je'lie grumbled, turning his head to look at Vector, "Don't let him fool you, Vector. Deep down he's a rather caring individual..."

"Don't say that too loudly," Desiterus frowned, "I'd rather have people think I'm a heartless bastard. It makes it easier to get information when needed..."

Once again Je'lie was placing his forehead against the cool surface of the table, "Just make me a promise, Des... Promise me that you're going to call me weekly until I tell you that you don't have to..."

"You're afraid," Desiterus clarified. "Of what?" He then frowned, "I know it's not for yourself... You're not like that..." His eyes then snapped to Vector, and he at once understood. "Je, if anything were to happen to you I promise that nothing would happen to your companions..."

"You have to swear it," Je'lie frowned as he brought his head up off of the table, causing Vector to squirm slightly in his seat.

"Agent. We can take care of..."

"That's not the point, Vector! The point is that I know you'll be absolutely safe if something happens to me!" Je'lie countered onto him, frowning and putting a hand over the one that Vector had against his chest. "We might have only been together for a short period of time, but you've wound yourself into my life, into my heart! I'm not giving that up for anything..."

Desiterus frowned slightly as he looked at Vector, "You're the only thing in his life that he is joyful for... I was taken away from him, and can never really be with him like he needs..." And then he was nodding, "Alright, I'll do it, Je'lie. Just promise me nothing is going to go wrong... And if it does, promise me that you'll call so I can get my ass over there to pull you out of it!"

"I can make no promises as a Cipher Agent," Je'lie answered, a small smile coming to his face. And then he was placing his hand on Desiterus's shoulder, "It was good to see you again, friend. But I do miss the old you... This maniacal bastard persona that you've got going on... Not sure that I enjoy it. You act too much like my father..."

With that, Vector and him were standing and leaving the booth before making their way out of the cantina. His heart was lifted, he felt a little safer now. Knowing that Vector of all people would be safe from anything that would come their way.

"Your aura, agent. It's once again flaring," Vector mumbled as he leaned in closer to his ear. "Have we told you how much we enjoy your aura?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me now," he smiled softly as he turned his head to look at the Joiner.

"Your aura... It flares and sings for us, agent. We are greatly pleased to be near you," Vector let a small smile grace his lips. He leaned towards Je'lie's ear once again, whispering to him, "Let us go back to the ship, agent. We are needed on Taris, yes? We am sure we could find something for us to do while we travel..."

Just those words caused a shiver to run down Je'lie's spine, and he nodded, "Yes, let's get going!"

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Alright. Like I promised. A little short story about Je'lie during the time of SWTOR. For those of you who didn't catch on, Desiterus is Zeik. This is before Ulic finds Zeik again and Zeik remembers his real name.

And yes, in this Je'lie has a love interest with Vector. This is, of course, before he meets Ulic, so it's not that big of a deal. lol. And this is just the beginnings of their relationship.

Poor Je'lie though, always paranoid, always worried about everyone other than himself. It's so saddening. His entire past is littered with sadness, abuse, and no love. But don't worry, he now has Ulic, and Ulic gives him everything he ever needs and more... And later on in the story, Je'lie finds out he's not so lonely as he once thought.