Faction Tales of the High Republic | THR

[Aurelian Veruna]

Tales of the High Republic
(Open to all THR Characters)

Based on an idea from Jerec Asyr used for the BSS: Here

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Building the Bonds:
Inspired by an excellent concept pioneered by Jerec, we are thrilled to adapt this initiative specifically for the needs of the High Republic.

We recognize the common hurdles faced by members both new and old: How do you jump into character development? How do you forge meaningful connections? How do you initiate those essential (but sometimes challenging) training narratives?

This dedicated thread is our solution: a collaborative space designed to facilitate low-stakes stories. Think of these as casual encounters, passing conversations, training mishaps, or lighthearted meetings.

The Goal: Our aim is simple; we want every THR Character to know one another! By establishing these foundational relationships now, you will be much better equipped to find stories and partners when major faction threads come around, allowing you to jump straight into the action.


Creative Freedom and Collaboration:
We encourage absolute creativity! The interactions here can be as outlandish, strange, or simple as you wish.

We encourage on the collaborative principle of "Yes, and?" If you are tagged into an interaction, embrace the premise and enjoy the history between your characters.

If a passing moment sparks an idea, feel free to reach out to the writer privately to explore it further in a dedicated thread. No pressure whatsoever; this is simply an opportunity to plant seeds for future growth!

So the rules are simple:

This is an IC posting game unbound by location.

• Tag the person above your reply in a random one post, flashback story. It can be anywhere and anytime.
  
  • For the person who replies first, tag Aurelian Veruna for the first story!
• Create whatever story you want with that character you are tagging. Maybe it went well, maybe it very much didn't. Up to you.
• Feel free to participate multiple times as the same character or different ones. The more connections the better.
  
  • If you like the story told... Dont be shy! Reach out and create some cool behind the scenes, daily life type stories.

Did you cross paths with a character on the training ground, in the assembly hall, on a mission, in the mess hall? It's up to you!

This is open to ALL THR CHARACTERS. If you wish to introduce a new or old character, feel free to interact!

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

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The sound of the slap echoed down the marble hall, sharp enough to silence even the guards who were stationed by the archways. Aurelian’s head turned with the force of it, dark curls flowing as the imprint of her hand remained in red against his cheek.
For a heartbeat, neither of them spoke.

Bastila stood before him, chest rising and falling, eyes alight with the restrained fury of a Jedi who had just forgotten to breathe. The faint hum of the hallway occupants began to refill the silence, attempting to break through the tension.

“What was that for!”

“Next time,” she said quietly, her voice steady but edged with the finger pointed straight at his face, “remember that masks don’t hide everything.”

Aurelian blinked once, slowly, as if wondering whether to laugh or bow. He did neither. Instead, he straightened his collar with careful precision, and turned to face Bastila with his expression showing humour that was trying to break through.

“My ego?” he said, a hint of wounded amusement threading his tone. “Bastila. Someone here needs to keep this word from eating her own argument alive. By the gods your unbearable sometimes.”

She stepped closer, the scent of peaches and rain clinging to her robes; remnants of the storm outside bending with her perfume. “GODDESS your so annoying!,” Bastila replied, with her eyes rolling. “You can’t be kissing your left hand girl and think people wouldn’t notice. Not when every piece of clothing you were wearing screamed exactly who you both were.”

Aurelian’s jaw tightened. “And what would you prefer, Bastila? We need to be allowed to enjoy ourselves when we want to. Besides who are you to talk about kissing people in…”

She shook her head slowly. “No. Don’t you dare.” Her voice softened, a dangerous kind of calm. “I will destroy you if you even say it.”

For a moment, the marble corridor seemed smaller, the air thick with unsaid things.

Bastila turned away, the hem of her robe brushing the polished floor. “Next time you want to play the romantic prince,” she murmured over her shoulder, “do it without the whole of Naboo watching.”

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Aurelian Veruna EQUIPMENT:

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[SID-10S "Sid"]

Bastila Sal-Soren

Sid stood in silence as Briana's sibling vented her frustrations.

"I have had a similar conversation with my master about such things."

“That isn't reassuring Sid.”

"I did not say it to be reassuring."

Bastila stared up at him as he moved through the space between them. His manipulators picking up a dish and washing it carefully before setting it aside.

“So what do you suggest?”

"You meatbags and your need to have a path laid out for you." The motion of washing never stopped despite his looking at her directly. "I cannot suggest anything because to me, as an outsider, I can see that you are unhappy with what happened. However-"

The dish clacked as he picked up another.

"Why do you need this other meatbag to feel content? Is this an issue stemming back to your parents?" He did not regret what he has spoken, despite the searing look she sent at him as she opened her mouth. "You will hurt your hand if you hit me. Just as a reminder."

The seething look now transformed into hatred as she sputtered and stammered for a brief moment.

“Are you always like this?”

Sid paused for a split second as he filed through his memory core. Photoreceptors clacking closed and opened before replying.

"Your sister says I am insufferable. But still tasks me with caring for you all. So. Does it stem back to your parents, or not?"

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[Vizion Trozky]

A light billow of steam wafted out of the fresher room behind Vizion as walked out, towel tucked around his hips, and barefoot. Briana's voice came from the common room — so she was awake, finally — and Sera's in reply over the household comm, talking breakfast, but he didn't notice the photoreceptors staring into the hallway, trained on him, until the towel he dried his curls with came around to the nape of his neck.

"I see you traded meatbags, master..." Vizion eyed Sid, while padding towards the room ahead and drying his ears. She had told him the droid was restored; that could only be a good thing when he almost lost her once already, this year, "...does this one at least put the toilet seat down?"

A one-note chuckle pulled the corners of his mouth, "This one," he parroted, reaching the room, "was raised and trained to not be an animal." Photoreceptors followed him as he traversed the morning light that streamed in through large windows, to where Briana sat curled with her morning tea. Not an animal where it mattered, anyway. Where it didn't matter, well, little else needed to be said.

"Then my master will be pleased to see you continue this pattern."

He only came out for one thing, and pressed that wordless good morning to Briana's cheek when he got to her. She murmured her reply, her morning greeting, over the edge of her teacup. He'd woken before dawn, and deftly slipped from bed to go get a workout in, like he always did... though with her, that became if he could get away with it.

"I would say she is," the grin infected his voice, hardly tamped down by her predictable thwap to his bare arm, which only made him continue with a laugh, "but I'll spare you the details."

Boy, that droid sure had missed a lot.

Briana Sal-Soren • SID-10S "Sid"​

 

[Raylin Fall]

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It was a common misconception that Raylin didn’t like Jedi. No, Raylin didn’t hate Jedi. The misconception was that he hated-

Most Jedi.

But, occasionally he’d have some that were more than capable of being called “tolerable”. Vizion Trozky was one such. He’d sat in on a reconnaissance and observation class, was polite, and so far, had not angered any of the new Pathfinders or Republic troopers there. The class was being held outside during one of their training exercises, and so far, he hadn’t hated the guy.

“This-“ Raylin said, crouching near a plant display. Local fauna laid out over a tarp, some dead, some not. He gestured to his right towards the display at the front of the class. “Is everything you can eat on Naboo safely. Anything else, you run the risk. Naboo wildlife is pretty tame and overall friendly, unlike some other places you’ll be going.”

He walked through the class formation, camouflaged and weary faces watching him- just the same, dirty fatigues, camouflaged face, faint smell of sweat, the whole nine. In other words: kinda bad. But real soldiers doing real work, kinda smelled bad. That was just the nature of it.

“Wherever you go in the galaxy, fauna will be different. Try and acquire whatever data you can- but otherwise if you have to ask… don’t eat it. Or make it for tea.” The last comment seemed to zero in on the Jedi. They liked tea, right? One of their things?

He shook his head and went back to the front of the formation.

“Now, back to reconnaissance- how do I tell what the enemy is doing? How do I report it higher? How can I look at a formation of bad guys and figure out what they’re doing based on what they have and what they are….”

And so on it went.