This is a little Christmas-themed one-shot about my Sith Inquisitor, Murlesson, who I previously wrote about in my massive Inquisitor-story-rewrite, Devil’s Due. This event was hinted at in the original epilogue of Devil’s Due; I ended up not keeping that epilogue, but the material in it I’m going to recycle later, as Murlesson/Aristheron/Akuliina fans may be interested to know that I’ve begun writing a sequel to DD called The Devil You Know. I will probably not publish anything for a long time as my writing process can be very time consuming (I started writing this holiday fic last April), I still haven’t played the game past Ilum, my ambitions for the story arcs are high, and my workload is as bad as ever, but hey some bits of the start of a draft exist (and even some snippets for a third fic to follow that!).
An important change: you may recall I had established Pyron’s family previously on Ziost. This was a mistake. I knew Ziost was important to the Empire, but I didn’t know it was the ice version of Korriban until I started writing this fic (back in last April, actually). : P And now that I’m determined to put them in a super normal North American-style suburb, that really doesn’t fit! How can you have a lovely cheesy special white Christmas Life Day if the entire planet is always cold? (suburbs are the city version of cancer but many people grew up with them, so I thought it would be neat to use them here.) But seriously, does the Empire have any nice planets?? (Besides Commenor and Kuat, apparently? Which in my stories I developed, not BioWare : P )
I keep putting Sith Lords in domestic situations because it’s funny. Hands up if you want a full-on coffeeshop AU where everyone’s still Sith? (Or a sequel to Something to Prove : P) (I’m kidding I don’t have time to write either of those)
A Sith Lord’s First Life Day
Darth Nox got out of the taxi cab and looked around at the houses surrounding him with an amount of trepidation that surprised even himself. For someone who was used to cities filled with skyscrapers, looming, impersonal, and seething with activity, he would have thought himself easily equal to this very simple environment. Continue reading →
