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Arn screamed—this time ALL him. "STOP-YOU HAVE TO STOP IT. PLEASE!" His cybernetics spasmed, sparks flying from his arm as the shard fought to keep control. Brey'enne lunged forward again—Theron couldn't hold her this time. "ARN! LOOK AT ME-LOOK AT ME!" Arn's head jerked toward her voice-eyes flickering desperately between red and gold. "B-B—Brey—" His voice broke. Zildrog roared from the pit. "THE CYCLE MUST BE COMPLETE!" A tendril of red-light energy whipped upward from the abyss—aiming for Vaylin's spine. Arcann reacted instantly. He hurled his saber. It spun through the air with a SNAP-HISS!
The blade carved through the energy limb, severing it. Vaylin gasped as the beam dissolved. Arcann caught his saber in one hand, fury burning in his scarred features. "You will NOT have her!" he roared. The chamber shook violently in response. Statues cracked. Dust rained down. The sigil flickered wildly, fighting Vaylin's resistance. Borias stepped forward, voice deep and commanding. "SCYVA! Tyth! Any of you. If you can hear us-answer NOW!" Stone groaned. For a heartbeat—the chamber vibrated with something ancient. Familiar. Listening, But nothing answered. The Gods were silent. And Zildrog laughed through Arn's half-possessed throat.
Vaylin and Arn fight to resist the power of Nathema and the companions help to free them
-Laser- (Lightsaber)
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Borias exhaled slowly. He had always been good at restraint. Trained by the Jedi to master emotion, then forged by years as a light-sided Sith to contain it. Control had been his armor. Discipline his salvation. But armor, he had learned, did not prevent the slow hollowing-out of the heart. "Theron..." he whispered into the cavern. The name vanished into the void, unanswered. Two years since he had stepped aside. Two years since he had chosen what was right instead of what he wanted. His family still surrounded him-children, grandchildren, laughter, legacy. But the intimacy was gone. And without it, the old emptiness had begun to creep back inquiet, patient, familiar.
Borias straightened at last, gripping his cane more tightly. He had refused godhood here. He had survived love. And standing at the edge of Nathema's wound, he wondered—not for the first time-whether endurance was truly the same thing as living. he slumped down onto the soft earth, dropping his cane. His hands gripped, the sand beneath him, Tears streamed down his bronze cheeks. "You were my heart and now you are gone..." He slumped down onto the soft earth, dropping his cane. His hands gripped the sand beneath him, Tears streamed down his bronze cheeks. "You were my heart and now you are gone... The words barely survived the air before dissolving into the void.
Borias dragged himself forward on unsteady limbs until his hands slid over the jagged edge of the abyss. The heart of Nathema yawned beneath him-endless, devouring, patient. A voice rose from the depths. Not loud. Not hurried. Certain. "You believed yourself strong, Sith." The cavern shuddered as the words echoed, vibrating through bone and memory alike. "You believed love would set you free." Borias squeezed his eyes shut, breath hitching as the truth cut deeper than any blade. "Now," the voice continued, dark and inexorable, "Your grief shall consume you." The abyss seemed to inhale.
Lord Borias tries to deal with the pain of losing Theron.
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from the Star Wars story: “Family is more than blood”
-Defense-
Vaylin is drawn back to Nathema and Senya, Arcann and Aquilan come to help her.
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from the Star Wars story: “Family is more than blood”
Vaylin is drawn back to Nathema and Senya, Arcann and Aquilan come to help her.
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from the Star Wars story: “Family is more than blood”
3631 BBY - Odessen - the Wilds Borias moved southeast toward the valley below, where the Alliance base nestled among the tall mesas. He had already explored most of the wilds surrounding the base. Only one more thing left to explore, he thought. He passed under the metal walkway that arched overhead toward the shuttle pads. The Gravestone loomed above him like a silent guardian. He angled toward the Fury, perched on the mesa directly across from the Military Quarter on the eastern ridge. Scaling the jagged rocks, he jumped from one protruding stone to another until he reached the top of the cliff. He approached his ship, ascended the ramp, slipped through the doorway, and crossed into the cargo bay. A jet-pack stood where he had left it—at least that much his fractured memory had retained. He strapped it across his back, then stepped outside again. Without hesitation, he ignited the jet-pack and soared upward toward the Gravestone. The wind rushed past him. His long hair whipped around his shoulders as he angled himself into the massive cargo-bay opening. Touching down inside, he set the jet-pack by the door and moved at a quick stride down the dim corridor. The floor panels thumped steadily beneath his boots as he made his way toward the lift descending into the ship's heart-the Dark Sanctuary.
Something about this place tugged at him. Not memory exactly... more like the echo of a memory, a half-dream, half-instinct. As the lift descended, his skin prickled. When he stepped out, the Dark Sanctuary greeted him with its cavernous hush-vast, circular, impossibly tall. The air hummed with restrained energy, as if the walls themselves remembered what had happened here. In the chamber's center was the massive containment compartment cradling the oversized crystal. Eleven towering pods ringed the room's perimeter, each easily ten feet high, their surfaces smooth, cold, and mysteriously sealed. He approached slowly, boots tapping in the echoing space. As he neared the central crystal, whispers stirred-soft at first, then layered, as if dozens of overlapping voices spoke at once from every direction: "Release us." "The Demon Hunter must be disbursed." "He shall be destroyed once and for all." "The pure Sith shall be our salvation." Borias froze. His pulse hammered. He listened harder. The whispers swirled, rising from the floor, the walls, from above the crystal-everywhere at once. "He is the light in the darkness..." "He shall guide us home..." The vaulted chamber seemed endless. The ceiling disappeared into shadow above, too high to see. Beneath the metal decking, the floor dropped away several meters, revealing layers of conduits glowing faintly beneath the crystal.
Lord Borias loses his memory and tries to gather himself to gain his identity back
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Theron seems not quite himself, so Lord Borias investigates further
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He cradled the mug of caff between both hands, letting the heat seep into his fingers, into his chest. The blanket was pulled up around his shoulders, soft and faintly scented-her-and for once his mind was quiet. Not empty. Quiet. Brey'enne sat across from him, one leg tucked beneath her, chin resting in her palm as she watched him with that gentle, knowing smile of hers. Her golden eyes caught the light when she tilted her head, warm and steady -not questioning, not measuring. Just there. Jonas took a slow sip of the caff and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding for decades. "For the record," he said lightly, eyes on the steam curling from the mug, "this is the first time in a long while I've woken up without immediately thinking about everything I've lost." Brey'enne's smile softened. "That sounds like progress." He glanced at her then, really looked at her. The familiar curve of her mouth. The quiet strength in the way she held herself. The strange, almost poetic symmetry of fate that still left him a little stunned.
"Don't get used to me being this at peace," he added, a hint of his old humor slipping back in. "It's unsettling." She laughed softly. "I'll treasure it while it lasts." Jonas leaned back against the booth, the blanket shifting slightly as he did. He didn't rush to adjust it. Didn't care. For once, he wasn't playing a role-mentor, agent, regretful ghost of someone else's past. Right now, he was just a man sitting in the quiet café, wrapped in warmth, with someone who saw him not as what he had been, but as what he still was. He reached out and brushed his thumb over the back of her hand. Not possessive. Not fearful. Just present. "Whatever happens next," he said quietly, "thank you. For this." She squeezed his fingers gently. "You're welcome." The door to the café slid open. Jonas didn't look up right away. He was still smiling into his cup, letting himself have this-just a few more seconds of uncomplicated happiness-before the galaxy inevitably remembered him again. Then a familiar presence crossed the threshold. The air shifted. Jonas froze. He knew that feeling anywhere. Slowly, he lifted his gaze.
Theron stood just inside the doorway, mid-step, eyes already scanning the room out of habit-until they landed on the corner booth. On Jonas wrapped in a blanket, Holding caff. Smiling like a man who had finally found peace. "Oh," Theron said. Jonas blinked once. "...Heya, kid." Theron's gaze flicked from Jonas, to the blanket, to their joined hands. Then back to Jonas. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Tried again. "...I see I've walked in at an interesting chapter." Jonas winced, just a little. Not guilt-more the sharp awareness of timing. "Theron. This is-" "-my Daughter's home," Theron finished dryly, taking a few steps farther in, eyes never leaving the blanket. "Yes. I noticed." Brey'enne squeezed Jonas's hand once before gently letting go. She straightened, calm, composed-very her. The same steady presence that had always grounded Theron when she was growing up. "Morning, Dad." Theron stared at her. "You're... very cheerful for someone apparently hosting my former mentor in a state of-" he gestured vaguely "-creative modesty."
Jonas huffed a weak laugh. "I can explain." Theron exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm sure you can. I'm just... going to need it in small, carefully portioned pieces." There was a beat. Then, against his will, Theron sighed-and chuckled. "You know," he added, looking back at Jonas, "there was a time this would've wrecked me." Jonas met his eyes, searching. "And now?" "Now," Theron said softly, "I'm married, I'm happy, and I trust my daughter." He glanced at Brey'enne-really looked at her-and gave a small, affectionate smile. "So," he finished, settling into the chair opposite them, "I'm going to finish my caff... and then you two can explain why the galaxy insists on circling back like this." Jonas relaxed-just a fraction. Brey'enne smiled, relieved but not surprised. And for a moment-just a moment-it wasn't awkward. It was simply three people who loved each other... navigating the complicated echoes of the past.
Brey’enne and Jonas share a quiet moment together as they get a surprise visit.
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-Canvas-
(as in : to “scope out” to observe the scene)
Brey’enne meets Jonas for the first time.
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doing edits on Book 3, and it’s still a #WIP, but here it is so far:
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Sadness is my theme today with the chosen word: Low
This is Jonas POV as he’s still struggling with his feelings for Theron
-Low-(Sad)-
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Lazuli and Lord Borias talk about their future together.
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I can really feel Lord Borias pain here. Stars…I really miss intimacy.
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not sure if it’s a benefit, but. Boy… the story has really taken a lot of twists and turns.
One idea turns into several pages.
i’ll have to start a whole new chapter for this one.
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Jonas, Theron and Brey’enne settle into their new arrangement.
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Jonas has a heart to heart with Theron and ties up loose ends
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the kids arrive at their new home
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They returned to the Coruscant stronghold, where Theron was there waiting for them. They entered through the glass doors, it made a soft hiss as they entered the large atrium. Theron sat on the couch in front of the floor to ceiling window. Jobrey perched comfortably on his lap, one small hand tangled in Theron's collar. The city lights stretched endlessly beyond them, a living tapestry of motion and promise. Jonas slowed without realizing it. For a heartbeat, time folded in on itself. Then he smiled. "Hey, Grandpa," Jonas teased as he approached. Theron snorted, adjusting Jobrey more securely. "Careful," he shot back. "T'll start charging you for babysitting." Jobrey giggled, utterly delighted by the exchange, and Jonas reached out to tap the child's nose with one finger. "Miss me?" Jonas asked lightly, eyes never leaving Theron's. Theron met his gazesteady, familiar, unmistakably warm. "Always, "
Brey'enne watched them from a few steps back, a quiet smile curving her lips. Whatever history had once tangled them together now lay settled and resolved, not erased-but at peace. Jonas eased down onto the couch beside Theron, close but unforced, as if he'd simply stepped back into a place that had been waiting for him all along. His knees creaked as he sat next to Theron. "Ugh. enjoy your youth while you have it kids, cause it sure ain't fun getting old." Theron chuckled. "hey, I'm right there behind you. Remember, we're only 12 years apart." Jonas waved a hand dismissively, though the corner of his mouth twitched. "Twelve years," he repeated. "That's nothing when you're young. It's a lifetime when your knees start announcing every decision you make." Theron laughed softly, shifting Jobrey to his other hip. "Oh please. You've been complaining about your joints since I met you." "Because I was already right," Jonas shot back, then glanced down at Jobrey, who was studying him with solemn curiosity. His voice softened without him meaning it to.
"See this?" he said, gently poking at the toddler in Theron's lap. "This is what happens when you live long enough to love a lot of people." Theron stilled at that—not outwardly, just enough to notice. "And you'd do it again," he said. Jonas didn't answer right away. He leaned back into the couch, letting the city's glow wash over them both. "In a heartbeat," he said finally. "Even knowing how it ends." Jobrey chose that moment to reach out, grabbing one of Jonas' fingers with surprising strength. Jonas blinked, then hutted a quiet laugh. "Well," he murmured, allowing the grip, "seems I've been claimed." Theron watched the exchange, something warm and settled blooming behind his ribs. "Looks like you still have good hands," Jonas met his eyes then—older, yes, but unmistakably the same man. "For the things that matter," They sat there like that for a while: knees creaking, city humming, a child between them who knew nothing of the years they'd lost—and nothing at all of the fact that they'd finally found their way back.
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They returned to the Coruscant stronghold, where Theron was there waiting for them. They entered through the glass doors, it made a soft hiss as they entered the large atrium. Theron sat on the couch in front of the floor to ceiling window. Jobrey perched comfortably on his lap, one small hand tangled in Theron's collar. The city lights stretched endlessly beyond them, a living tapestry of motion and promise. Jonas slowed without realizing it. For a heartbeat, time folded in on itself. Then he smiled. "Hey, Grandpa," Jonas teased as he approached. Theron snorted, adjusting Jobrey more securely. "Careful," he shot back. "T'll start charging you for babysitting." Jobrey giggled, utterly delighted by the exchange, and Jonas reached out to tap the child's nose with one finger. "Miss me?" Jonas asked lightly, eyes never leaving Theron's. Theron met his gazesteady, familiar, unmistakably warm. "Always, "
Brey'enne watched them from a few steps back, a quiet smile curving her lips. Whatever history had once tangled them together now lay settled and resolved, not erased-but at peace. Jonas eased down onto the couch beside Theron, close but unforced, as if he'd simply stepped back into a place that had been waiting for him all along. His knees creaked as he sat next to Theron. "Ugh. enjoy your youth while you have it kids, cause it sure ain't fun getting old." Theron chuckled. "hey, I'm right there behind you. Remember, we're only 12 years apart." Jonas waved a hand dismissively, though the corner of his mouth twitched. "Twelve years," he repeated. "That's nothing when you're young. It's a lifetime when your knees start announcing every decision you make." Theron laughed softly, shifting Jobrey to his other hip. "Oh please. You've been complaining about your joints since I met you." "Because I was already right," Jonas shot back, then glanced down at Jobrey, who was studying him with solemn curiosity. His voice softened without him meaning it to.
"See this?" he said, gently poking at the toddler in Theron's lap. "This is what happens when you live long enough to love a lot of people." Theron stilled at that—not outwardly, just enough to notice. "And you'd do it again," he said. Jonas didn't answer right away. He leaned back into the couch, letting the city's glow wash over them both. "In a heartbeat," he said finally. "Even knowing how it ends." Jobrey chose that moment to reach out, grabbing one of Jonas' fingers with surprising strength. Jonas blinked, then hutted a quiet laugh. "Well," he murmured, allowing the grip, "seems I've been claimed." Theron watched the exchange, something warm and settled blooming behind his ribs. "Looks like you still have good hands," Jonas met his eyes then—older, yes, but unmistakably the same man. "For the things that matter," They sat there like that for a while: knees creaking, city humming, a child between them who knew nothing of the years they'd lost—and nothing at all of the fact that they'd finally found their way back.
Jonas and Theron settle into domestic life
-Calm-peace-
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the Alliance(Odessen)
the Galactic Republic
the Empire
the Combini Order
Sith Intelligence
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3605bby Coruscant-Theron's stronghold Brey'enne sat on the terrace of her father's home on Coruscant. She looked up at the busy landscape of durasteel and plasteel. The city that never really slept. It was definitely a contrast to Nar Shaddaa, which was always dark and only lit by bright neon lights. She sipped her caff and watched as the sky became dimmed with the approach of dusk. The soft shuffling of boots approached her as she reflected on her day. "Finally... Jobrey went to sleep. She's so restless now. " Brey'enne smiled at Jonas as he plopped down onto the bench next to her. "Welcome to parenthood." She teased. He let out a huff. "Listen, don't get me wrong. I love what we have here, but let's be real. I'm no youngling and I won't be around forever." Brey put her mug down on the table next to the bench and looked at him, sadness, crossing her face. "Jonas.."
Jonas smiled. "It will be okay. I've got your dad back, you gave me this beautiful child and now I can rest easy knowing that my legacy will live on after I'm gone." She rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her. "Just like Borias did for your dad, i'm extending the same courtesy to you sweetheart" he kissed her on top of her head "I love what you did for me and when the time comes, I want you to be happy and carry on my legacy with Jobrey. I couldn't have asked for anything better. thank you." She smiled, leaning into his warmth. "I'm so glad I could help you to ease the pain that's been tearing you apart for decades." "Just tell me one thing. Was it your idea or your dad's to get us back together?" Brey sat up, looking at him. "Dad never talks about it, but I knew there was a part of him that was still hurting. He sent me to you for training, but then he didn't account for the fact that we would fall in love or have a relationship." Jonas chuckled. "He's not naive like he used to be, but I guess he just figured that you were in good hands." Brey'enne nodded. "In more ways than one." Jonas couldn't help but laugh. "You are so right about that and I don't regret any of it."
"Neither do I." She leaned into to kiss him. He stroked her face gently. "Listen, I love you, but I want you to move on and be happy with someone else. Your dad and I are just making up for lost time. I don't want you to lose any of it." He huffed softly, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Besides, I uh...can't exactly make love to you while i'm with your dad too." Brey'enne giggled, then wrinkled her nose. "Yeah... that would be very awkward and kind of creepy wouldn't it?" Jonas smiled at her. "I'm glad you understand. It's not like I want to stop. We had a beautiful time together, but..." Brey'enne nodded. "I get it. It will be hard to stay away from you though. Don't forget. We work together." Jonas shifted nervously. "Yeah.... about that. I guess I'm just gonna have to keep you extra busy then." he grinned wickedly.
Jonas Balkar with his girls Brey’enne and their daughter Jobrey. from the Star Wars the Old Republic story: “Family is more than blood”
Jonas and Bree make a promise to move on.
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a continuation from yesterday.
Jonas and Brey continue their routine as they both move forward.
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a continuation from yesterday.
Borias talks to Elleanna about his decision.
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Before she starts her SIS assignment, Brey’enne goes to secretly meet Jonas for the first time.
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Borias makes a decision so that Theron can move forward.
-End-
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The morning air on Yavin was thick and warm, heavy with damp earth and the scent of moss. Somewhere behind him, laughter drifted quiet, intimate. Not loud. Not careless. The kind of sound that only existed between two people who were settled into each other. He knew without seeing it. Borias would be close to Theron now. Not possessive. Not flashy. Just there-solid, attentive, unshakably present. That was the part that hurt. Jonas paused at the edge of the landing platform, resting a hand on the cold metal railing. The jungle stretched endlessly before him, green and alive and indifferent. He let out a slow breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. You did everything right, he told himself. You stepped back. You didn't trap him. You didn't make promises you couldn't keep. But still... He remembered Theron at eighteensharp-eyed, eager, desperate in that quiet way that only people starved for affection ever were. How quickly he'd attached. How fiercely. How Jonas had seen it coming and been too much of a coward-or too much of a realistto stop it before it went too far. Jonas had loved him and THAT was the cruelest truth. But love, for Jonas, had always been reckless. Temporary. A thing that burned bright and then left wreckage behind.
He knew himself too well. He would have broken Theron eventually—slowly, carelessly, without meaning to. Borias hadn't. That Sith, no, that man, had looked at Theron like he was something precious, something worth protecting even from himself. Jonas had seen it immediately. The way Borias listened. The way he STAYED. Jonas swallowed, jaw tightening. That's what I couldn't give you, he thought, And that's why he deserves you and not me. The shuttle engines whined softly as the pilot signaled readiness. Jonas climbed aboard without ceremony, taking a seat near the viewport. As the ramp lifted, he allowed himself one final indulgence-one last thought of what might have been. Theron laughing in a cramped SIS office on Coruscant, Theron asleep on a safehouse couch, mussed hair falling into his eyes, Theron looking at him like Jonas was the center of his universe. It had terrified him then, and it still did. It always would. The shuttle lifted off, Yavin's ruins shrinking beneath the canopy. Jonas watched until the stronghold vanished into the green. "Be happy, kid," he murmured to the empty cabin. "Please... I really need this."
The envy lingered-quiet, bitter, undeniable-but beneath it was something steadier...Relief. Because for the first time since Nar Shaddaa, Jonas Balkar knew the truth with absolute certainty: Theron Shan hadn't lost anything by losing him, He'd gained everything by finding Lord Borias.
Jonas says goodbye to Theron again.
-End-
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