oh no. oh no. i did something wrong. oh, maker. i don’t know what i did, but. oh no. i was on the fleet, getting supplies and setting course for the next on the list from the sith. i was going to be headed to balmorra. and then i got a comm message from the sith, telling me to meet him at his ship. so i grabbed the sketchbook with the notes and ideas for his mural design that i...
those days weren’t long enough. i have no head, it seems, for holo art. but the experience was amazing. headed back to the fleet. rythe is still on zeltros. i don’t care. let him sit there with his junkie. i have work to do. the trip is over, but the work, it seems, has just begun.
lost in art
landed on zeltros early this morning. the art classes are amazing. holoart is like nothing i’ve ever tried before. i love it. it’s like manipulating air into something tangible. i wonder if this is what using the force feels like. it’s also very mentally intensive. first drawing out the plans, then creating them through the program from the ground up. i made a tree, like...
what have i done
WARNING! AUDIO ONLY: NO TEXT READOUT! CONTINUE: Y/N *The soft rustle of cloth on cloth is barely audible over the low hum of a ship’s engine. A heavy chu-clink of glass bottles against each other splits the noise, along with a small sigh* I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. *chu-clink* I came back to the station to leave some things for the sith - art, job notes - and head to Zeltros....
just one more disappointment
the sith came and found me. on hoth. while i had his target in my sights. he was impressed with the end result. he also… i don’t know. i just don’t get it any more. he apologized - since when do siths apologize for anything? - for giving me the wrong idea. and then said he found me beautiful. and then he told me a story about a sith who mastered both the dark and the light...
WARNING! AUDIO ONLY: NO TEXT READOUT! CONTINUE: Y/N *The sound of snow crunching under boots and an icy wind fill the first fifteen seconds of the feed. The bootsteps stop and there is a slight shuffling, as if the person holding the com is settling into position. Then a woman’s soft voice comes through: quiet, shaky. Choking back tears.* I got to Hoth. I found my target’s...
the sith came to see me again last night. i was finishing up preparations for going back to hoth. and something came over me. i don’t know if it was bravery or stupidity or some latent desire i haven’t beaten into oblivion quite yet to have someone care about me that way, but i asked him. i asked him what he meant when he said he wanted tea but “t” meaning me not tea...
i found him. he’s been reassigned to desk duty. and he hates it. and he’s back in his offices on nar shaddaa. and i went there with soup and apologies and he was there. and he’s still beautiful. and rayza is still a fucking idiot, but i think rythe knows that, now. and he forgave me, even as he said there was nothing to be forgiven for; that we all had our head in the...
i have not slept more than a few minutes between now and when the sith left. i sliced into a few comm relays. picked up notes on who is where and what is happening. republic should be more careful about their soldier’s tongues when they’re on the drink. took more notes about potential sightings of targets. i felt productive. and warm. it’s much warmer here on my ship when...
it’s good to be back on the fleet, i think. the buzz of activity is a much kinder sound rattling around my head than the silent scream of the snow-driven wind on hoth. i still did not drink. i stood at the bar and sipped water. and i looked for rythe. i have so much to apologize for. i never saw him. the sith found me. he was surprised to see me, i think. we exchanged stifled...
i can’t stand hoth any more. even fully armored, i’m always freezing. i can’t warm up, no matter what i try. i’m going home. or the closest thing i have to home. i’m going back to the fleet. just for a few days. to defrost. i want to feel my fingertips again. and to hide from the red eyes that follow me when i walk into dorn. it’s to the point where i...
hoth really needs to be not on this list. too many things to do. and every time i go to dorn station, a chiss man looks at me. just tries to steal glances when i walk by. like he’s trying to place my face. i’m really hoping he’s not related to the man i collected a bounty on a bit ago. his eyes are disconcerting.
frozen in time
hoth is freezing. nothing but snow, snow, snow. i’d never been here before. i’ll never come back unless i absolutely have to. even then, the crystalline sparks when the starlight hits the packed ice is beautiful, in its own way. little flashes of hope for something better among the stretches of absolute isolation. the way footsteps are covered by blowing and falling snow, leaving...
the promenade was filled with people. dancing, singing, laughing. i sat alone under a holotree, staring into the flickering golden greens of the branches, and i said my goodbyes. goodbye to memories of a life that could have been. goodbye to impossible dreams. goodbye to baring my soul. the walls that were built for my protection five years ago came tumbling down under rythe’s...
tonight, instead of listening to sith opera, i will listen to the voices on the winds of memory. tonight, instead of laughing with my only friend, i will sit alone in the promenade on nar shaddaa, remembering the whispered lies from five years ago. i clung to the words he said, long after the memory of his face started to blur. i clutched the i love yous and stolen kisses to my heart because...
next stop unknown
when i was leaving kaas city i saw the sith with a woman, also masked. she recognized me as “his hunter”, though i had my helmet on. the sith didn’t. i don’t think he believed her until the helmet came off. i wanted to give him the information i had compiled for him so far. less to carry. less to think about. he refused the datapad. i could feel both of their eyes...
burn it out
kaas city. it’s always raining here. i spent the better part of the day huddled under an old hooded robe i found second- or third-hand years ago, one i always kept crumpled in the back of my storage locker for whatever reason. the benches in kaas city are stiff. rigid. unforgiving. like him. i stared at the spot we fought. where i first found out it was a losing battle. i let...
breathe in. finger on the trigger. no survivors. breathe out. scan the horizon. no survivors. breathe in. target in sight. no survivors. breathe out. whisper words. no survivors. breathe in. fire. no survivors. one down. next stop, dromund kaas. no bounty there. no bloodshed. just a different sort of list. still. no survivors.
final moments on the fleet
i was sitting on top of my ship, drawing the stars outside the membrane, when i heard someone coming into the hangar. i held my breath. i hoped against hope. it wasn’t rythe. it was the sith. coming to check on me. not work. not how the preparation for the jobs he is having me do is going. he came to check on me. and he took his helmet off. so i could see his face. and he...
i ruined everything. everything fell apart. i was trying so hard. i thought i was doing better. rythe called me on my comm. asked me come over and help him figure out a gift for harith, who is rayza’s supervisor or something. he’s a hunter. he shouldn’t have supervisors. i’m not really in a place to say anything about that. i tried to come up with ideas. then he...
at least there's one
i can’t stop wondering who was on the other end of the comm roulette. who he is. where he was. what he’s like. i know i’ll never know. but i just… i don’t know. it would have been nice meeting someone new, someone who doesn’t know how broken i am. i don’t know if i’ll ever be that brave again anytime soon. or ever. the only thing i have to...
voice from nowhere
i was sitting in the plaza in kaas city when my comm crackled. it’s such a piece of shit; i thought it was dying again. then someone’s voice came through. i figured it would be rythe. he’s the only one that calls. it wasn’t. somehow the signals got switched, and a man was looking for someone named marty, because he was telling a story about a suit and a woman. i told...
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trying not to dwell on the what ifs.
was sitting on my ship, in orbit around dromund kaas, when my comm went off. it was rythe. wanted to know if i wanted to have dinner. we’ve been trying to have dinner for ages. things or people keep interrupting. of course i wanted to have dinner. i was practically in hyperdrive before the call ended. we met up in the cantina. he looked amazing. he always looks amazing. i looked...
morning on the fleet
the bad thing about staying on the fleet is that you have no sense of time. everything is space and stars; no golden clouds of sunsets or hazy pink sunrise streaks. just… flat black with stars all the way out. i’m not sleeping again. i toss and turn and get five minutes here, fifteen there. i think the last time i got a truly restful night’s sleep was when — no, i...
a song for dreaming
((I tend to give everything in my life a soundtrack, both IC and OOC. This is not Ty’nea’s theme song but rather her deepest desires, the ones that come creeping around the edges of her dreams when she’s fast asleep.))
what's wrong with me?
why can’t i just act normal, ever? why can’t i make the right decisions - in work, in love, in who to fight - ever? and why can’t i take a compliment when someone gives me one, even if it may not have been 100% sincere? why do i have to get all bitchy and sarcastic and— ugh. no wonder i’m alone. no wonder rythe’s my only friend. sort of.
I picked the wrong year to stop drinking.
Introductions are in Order.
This tumblr is the IC journal of Ty’nea Korbin, a human bounty hunter I play on the Bioware MMORPG Star Wars: The Old Republic. I play on Lord Adraas server. While all posts (unless otherwise noted) are IC, they are also private thoughts and should not be used for RP purposes unless actively mentioned during game play. My smuggler’s IC journal can be found here. My personal tumblr can be...