The ache was returning. She sat in the calm, the centre of the storm, the pure and undivided Force flowing around, in, above and below her. Such clarity. Such grace. Perfection… But she was still human. Mortal, yet, and the pains she had run from wafted in on the desert winds once again. There had […]
(( The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. )) He left, the blast door hissing closed. She hurled one last insult at him, the words echoing off the pristine steel panels and angular walls. The Sith was gone, and though he struck no physical blow, detonated no blast in his wake, […]
(( Related: [SWTOR] Grounded II (Jacqueline) and SWTOR Journal (Halonan) Uncertain Star. The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. )) Present Day, Shadowstar’s Training Chamber “All right, now try this one. Ready?” “Ready!” The two sat on the pristine dark floor of the Shadowstar training chamber. Jacqueline rested with her bandaged leg stretched out, her […]
Fire. Heat. The first day was the worst. The journey through the deep sands, in no particular direction but…deeper, and deeper, into the whispering dune sea. She walked and followed the Force, but the walking took her mind away from her centre, and the heat began to seep into her very bones. She used her […]
(( Related: [SWTOR] Grounded I (Jacqueline). The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. )) Three Days Ago, Tatooine Guest Room Relenting Vanessa to the guards, Jacqueline watched them take the sleeping child to a waiting shuttle. It lifted away, rising into the dark sky till its engines shrank to the same […]
(( The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. )) Seven Days Ago, Nar Shadda Underground Rusted water sloshed up to her shins. Leaning heavily against the curved concrete wall, Jacqueline breathed in deeply, closed her eyes, then yanked the cloth tourniquet around her thigh. A red, jagged piece of rebar jutted […]
She placed the communicator down with a soft smile, as the last note of his voice faded away. Funny, that. For all that he was, she could always hear him at least and feel at peace. The simple sound of his voice. She gathered up a walking stick, a flask of water. A long white […]
She stood upright before the sink, carefully re-wrapping the wound on her side. The kolto had begun it’s good work, now it was simply a matter of pain management and dressing. Keeping it clean was simple common sense, and she had been lucky. The blaster had grazed her, leaving a nasty gouge but not doing […]
(( The following are two encrypted messages sent to their recipients. This is from my SWTOR agent, Tevaria. )) Lord Averous Crane, My Lord Ishya has reviewed your dossier and requests direct audience with you at your soonest convenience. Please respond with your availability. We will provide any travel arrangements as needed. Agent Tevaria —- […]
(( The following is on my SWTOR Jedi, Ceddrick. I didn’t expect him to take off during his first night of roleplay, but you excellent folks created so much material. RP-wise, feel free to ICly note his night wanderings. Thank you! )) Ceddrick lay in the cot set aside for him, staring at the ceiling. Others slept […]
(( The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees and foreshadows the showdown about to come. To be written in a few parts while on vacation. Inspiring music that’s setting the mood and theme. For journal catch up, read any Jacqueline SWTOR journals, Vanessa’s included, to catch up. Thanks for reading. )) A holomessage is left […]
So many things are…wrong, right now. I have been trying, somehow, to mend the breach that Brembal has caused by his abduction of Vanessa, but I doubt my words did much to help the captain. She will still be very angry, and rightly so. He… between us, I think, things have been better, but he […]
(( Related: SWTOR Journal (Halonan) Rude Awakening. The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. )) Rising from bed, Jacqueline pressed a kiss to Halonan�s lips and moved to withdraw to the ship�s cockpit. He protested, even briefly drawing her back to bed to finish the gesture her lips started. After months […]
(( Related: [SWTOR] Mother To Daughter (Jacqueline) and SWTOR Journal (Brembal) Small Victories.The following is on a SWTOR character of mine, Vanessa, the estranged daughter of Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees and currently in Brembal’s care. Huge thanks to Halo for allowing me to include Brembal and for his careful review for accuracy! )) “This one?” Vanessa inquired, […]
(( The following is on a SWTOR character of mine, Vanessa, the estranged daughter of Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees and currently in Brembal’s care. )) Though space-bound ships never experienced sunrise as planets or moons do, Vanessa was quick to establish a morning routine. Bed never held her long and in the early morning hours, she sprung […]
(( Related: SWTOR Journal (Halonan) Comfort. The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. )) Jacqueline woke with the distinct feeling of another body laying next to hers. She turned over, finding Halonan asleep and unmoving. His utter exhaustion came as no surprise. Her eyes traced the new lines that etched his […]
(( Related: SWTOR: Bedisa’s Letter. The following is a response to Bedisa’s hand-written letter sent via a secure, encrypted line on the HoloNet. )) Hi, In the spirit of cooperation, I’d really like Brembal to hold still while I shove my blaster up his sanctimonious ass. And I am thinking of the kid. One day, […]
A hand written letter arrives, actually written on paper and hand delivered by a young scamp on Nar Shadaa. It is simply addressed to Captain Jacqueline Rees, from Bedisa. Captain, I don’t expect that you’ll want to read this letter, let alone open it. I am hopeful you have, and that I can in some […]
(( The following is on my SWTOR Agent, Tevaria. It’s an encrypted message with another layer of security: Specific information is redacted unless Brembal shows proof of identity, specifically his DNA signature, upon receipt. )) Lord Brembal, This an addendum to my latest routine report. I thought it prudent to note notable activity that has […]
She breathed, long and deep, sitting before the bustling lights of Nar Shadaa. Breathe. Deep in her meditation, the sounds and the colours faded to near nothingness. Sinking deeper into the flow and the peace the Force gave her. Courage. Lord Ishya had given wise advice, she thought. An answer of sorts for so many […]
(( Related: [SWTOR] Journal (Halonan) Claiming The Title. The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. )) Halo, Good looking and talented as you are, you’re getting a punch to the face and ass whooping when I race you back home. See you soon, – J
Dear Mother and Father, Please forgive me for the long wait since last we spoke. I attempted to place a holocall earlier, and I hope you received my message then. Father must still be very busy with the reconstruction on Corellia. I hope you weren’t too worried about me during my silence. I’ve been…very busy, […]
(( Related: [SWTOR] Glass (Jacqueline). The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. Or in this journal, known by her original nickname: Vee. For the purpose of this journal, any mention of “Jackie” refers to a friend from childhood, not the hard-drinking, swearing Jacqueline our characters know in present-day SWTOR. Though this Jackie swears, too. )) […]
(( The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. It’s sent over a secure HoloNet frequency to Halonan. )) Halo, Haven’t gotten a message from you since you were last here. Figured I’d check in. Already checked Republic military records to make sure you’re alive, so I know this message is going […]
(( Related: SWTOR Journal (Brembal): Parental Consent. The following is on my SWTOR smuggler, Captain Jacqueline “Jackie” Rees. Or is that her real name? )) In the silence of the cockpit, Jacqueline Rees nursed a glass of whiskey alone. Her dark brown hair, though only just past her chin, hid most her face. Her eyes stared at […]