When we first meet Quinlan Vos in Star Wars: Republic comics by Ostrander and Duursema, he is suffering from amnesia. He first needs to recover his identity and later go to the rescue of his padawan Aayla, who had been with him on a mission and also been brain-wiped.
This is the story of how Quin and Aayla lost their memories, the long way around, and is a sequel to Episode 1 film, starring the incredible Jaxxon, in
Jaxxon's Twi'leks....
Jaxxon's Twi'leks
by: helgaleena
setting: post TPM
pairings: Quin-Jaxxon, Quin-other, Jaxxon-other
warnings: slash, interspecies slash, interspecies het
rated: R
disclaimer: Lucas owns everything (if he still wants it!), I am nothing
Quin, Jaxxon, and eventually Aayla, extricate a number of Twi'lek beauties from the clutches of Bib Fortuna and Jabba the Hutt, and make their slashy way to the tragedy on Ryloth, with which Ostrander and Duursema introduce their dreadlocked hero. The boys are ready and willing to have sex with all comers, including each other. So are the girls! The story arc is still capable of expansion, even though I made it from one end to the other, joining movie and comic canon.
Is the world ready for green rabbit porn? I was as surprised as anyone. Talk about your plot bunnies! Let me know what y'all think.
Don't Touch Me Unless You Mean It
Jaxxon was in most ways a typical Lepi male; that is, he thought about sex almost constantly. But unlike his older brothers, of which there were a dozen, he wouldn't do it with just anyone.
Most Lepi, of either sex, will hump anything that is at least faintly interesting, with the exception of inanimate objects. Their whole culture is based on and around sex and reproduction. Philosophers would contend that most cultures are, just not to the same extent. So a prude like Jaxxon was odd man out at many social occasions.
This contributed significantly to his choice of a career in space. After numerous youthful antisocial incidents, the moment he could get a full environment suit small enough, he left. His parents, of which there were also a dozen, let him go with some relief, out into the galaxy of beings who were hopefully weirder than their persnickety boy.
Birth-Mother and co-mothers did want to throw him a farewell feel-party at the hutch, but he was enough of an adolescent to refuse them, solely on the yuck factor. That he might be lonely later, and wish for some memories, did not occur to him then. It took a few years to get acute enough that he had to do something about it.
His first earnings as an emancipated child were spent almost entirely on equipment upgrades, as he grew to full Lepi proportions. Luckily, he had more social skills than a lot of beings of other races, and a natural talent for astrogation to supplement inherited traits. Simply being a Lepi was resume enough for many employers. Sufficient misfits of his species, usually males, had flown the spaceways before him to establish the reputation of all. And Lepi were fierce fighters when roused, which could be handy to a company claiming one's allegiance.
He reached his full six and a half feet in his seventeenth year. By then he had been through Hutt space three times, the Corporate Sector twice, to the Outer Rim at half a dozen points, and to the Core Worlds at least every other trip. His fur was generally gray due to lack of exposure to solar radiation, especially around the privates. Soon he'd have savings. That meant further dominion over himself.
That was when he realized he was lonely--for a nice green doe of his own. Well any green doe, really, who'd have him on his own terms. The occasional encounters with fellow Lepi he could manage were too hit and miss.
Take Minnik, for example. He'd spent an entire year trailing that grizzled buck around, just for the contact. He wasn't very bright, but at least he responded as a Lepi responds. But he wouldn't take interest in anything beyond his job at Kuat Yards. A young buck like Jaxxon had too many wild oats to sow before parking his tail in one spot like that.
Lepi were matrilocal. All the best cultures were, he suspected. Someday he'd find a doe who didn't mind his being only hers. Then his life would have more purpose than just satisfying curiosity. Hey, it could happen.
The whole issue was complicated by the matter of Lepi hypersensitivity to touch. Jaxxon could read a hyperdrive by instinct, instead of the instruments. He put his big green hands on the controls, and the knowledge of how the ship was handling just flowed in. Not that he always knew what to to fix it, if there was a problem, but as we said earlier, it came in handy. It came in handy with lovers, too. It was worth it, to those with wits enough to value him. The rest of the galaxy could just stay out of his hair.
When it came to beings, sometimes you just didn't want to know. Especially, you didn't want to get naked.
Just now he'd touched a Jedi.
It didn't matter to Jaxxon that the Jedi was trying to hide that he was a Jedi, even if he'd just entered into a trade agreement with the guy. Jedi were the good guys. If one was going to help him realize his personal ambitions, so let him.
Also he was good looking, and seemed to be able to feel things a little. You never knew, this could be a good thing...
June 2005 http://swfanfic.livejournal.com/13766.html
This is the story of how Quin and Aayla lost their memories, the long way around, and is a sequel to Episode 1 film, starring the incredible Jaxxon, in
Jaxxon's Twi'leks....
Jaxxon's Twi'leks
by: helgaleena
setting: post TPM
pairings: Quin-Jaxxon, Quin-other, Jaxxon-other
warnings: slash, interspecies slash, interspecies het
rated: R
disclaimer: Lucas owns everything (if he still wants it!), I am nothing
Quin, Jaxxon, and eventually Aayla, extricate a number of Twi'lek beauties from the clutches of Bib Fortuna and Jabba the Hutt, and make their slashy way to the tragedy on Ryloth, with which Ostrander and Duursema introduce their dreadlocked hero. The boys are ready and willing to have sex with all comers, including each other. So are the girls! The story arc is still capable of expansion, even though I made it from one end to the other, joining movie and comic canon.
Is the world ready for green rabbit porn? I was as surprised as anyone. Talk about your plot bunnies! Let me know what y'all think.
Don't Touch Me Unless You Mean It
Jaxxon was in most ways a typical Lepi male; that is, he thought about sex almost constantly. But unlike his older brothers, of which there were a dozen, he wouldn't do it with just anyone.
Most Lepi, of either sex, will hump anything that is at least faintly interesting, with the exception of inanimate objects. Their whole culture is based on and around sex and reproduction. Philosophers would contend that most cultures are, just not to the same extent. So a prude like Jaxxon was odd man out at many social occasions.
This contributed significantly to his choice of a career in space. After numerous youthful antisocial incidents, the moment he could get a full environment suit small enough, he left. His parents, of which there were also a dozen, let him go with some relief, out into the galaxy of beings who were hopefully weirder than their persnickety boy.
Birth-Mother and co-mothers did want to throw him a farewell feel-party at the hutch, but he was enough of an adolescent to refuse them, solely on the yuck factor. That he might be lonely later, and wish for some memories, did not occur to him then. It took a few years to get acute enough that he had to do something about it.
His first earnings as an emancipated child were spent almost entirely on equipment upgrades, as he grew to full Lepi proportions. Luckily, he had more social skills than a lot of beings of other races, and a natural talent for astrogation to supplement inherited traits. Simply being a Lepi was resume enough for many employers. Sufficient misfits of his species, usually males, had flown the spaceways before him to establish the reputation of all. And Lepi were fierce fighters when roused, which could be handy to a company claiming one's allegiance.
He reached his full six and a half feet in his seventeenth year. By then he had been through Hutt space three times, the Corporate Sector twice, to the Outer Rim at half a dozen points, and to the Core Worlds at least every other trip. His fur was generally gray due to lack of exposure to solar radiation, especially around the privates. Soon he'd have savings. That meant further dominion over himself.
That was when he realized he was lonely--for a nice green doe of his own. Well any green doe, really, who'd have him on his own terms. The occasional encounters with fellow Lepi he could manage were too hit and miss.
Take Minnik, for example. He'd spent an entire year trailing that grizzled buck around, just for the contact. He wasn't very bright, but at least he responded as a Lepi responds. But he wouldn't take interest in anything beyond his job at Kuat Yards. A young buck like Jaxxon had too many wild oats to sow before parking his tail in one spot like that.
Lepi were matrilocal. All the best cultures were, he suspected. Someday he'd find a doe who didn't mind his being only hers. Then his life would have more purpose than just satisfying curiosity. Hey, it could happen.
The whole issue was complicated by the matter of Lepi hypersensitivity to touch. Jaxxon could read a hyperdrive by instinct, instead of the instruments. He put his big green hands on the controls, and the knowledge of how the ship was handling just flowed in. Not that he always knew what to to fix it, if there was a problem, but as we said earlier, it came in handy. It came in handy with lovers, too. It was worth it, to those with wits enough to value him. The rest of the galaxy could just stay out of his hair.
When it came to beings, sometimes you just didn't want to know. Especially, you didn't want to get naked.
Just now he'd touched a Jedi.
It didn't matter to Jaxxon that the Jedi was trying to hide that he was a Jedi, even if he'd just entered into a trade agreement with the guy. Jedi were the good guys. If one was going to help him realize his personal ambitions, so let him.
Also he was good looking, and seemed to be able to feel things a little. You never knew, this could be a good thing...
June 2005 http://swfanfic.livejournal.com/13766.html
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