Star Wars Old Republic Kira Novels & Stories

she cries out after me, but I keep going. –Kira is not working with any rogues. She does have a mate, and she lied about her background and being rejected, but she isn’t smart enough to be working with anyone else. She’s a bitch, but not a scheming one–I tell Milo and Artemis through the mind link. –What do you suggest we do with her?-- Milo asks.

Kira pouts, "I won't tell" I wish that was my problem but it isn't. Since knowing about Kira's ability to remember everything, I'd rather not traumatize her with the details of how her father gave me the best orgasm of my life. Kat fetches her iPad and headphones from her bag and turns to Kira, “Kira sweetie,” Kat says grinning, “How would you like to play a game on my iPad” Kira's eyes light up and she excitedly uses one hand to collect the iPad from Kat.

Tell me about the good things," Aria said. "Not the heavy stuff. Just—good things. What's been happening that doesn't involve politics or war or near-death experiences?" Kira brightened. "Oh! Mira is teaching classes now. Basic Luna control for newcomers. She's really good at it. Patient. Understanding. The students love her." "That's great. She deserves happiness after everything."

The structure’s heart glowed faintly—a remnant of long-dead turbines repurposed for power. “There,” Kira said, pointing to a narrow bridge. “Stay close. The sensors will already have our signatures.” Adrian adjusted his rifle. “You trust them enough to walk straight in?” “I don’t trust anyone,” Kira replied. “But they’re the only ones left who haven’t given up.” --- They crossed the bridge. Rain began to fall—thin needles against metal. Halfway across, a voice crackled from hidden speakers. > “Stop. Identify yourselves.” Kira lifted her wrist and displayed a glowing symbol. “Kira Vale, former Erevos security division. Two guests—Adrian Cole and Lena Hale. Priority clearance under Directive S

"I'm no one. Just a servant." He kept looking at her, confusion enveloping his face. "You look like the person I was informed is dead. Princess Kara of Mey." Kira cleared her throat and looked at him. "Yeah. I'm not princess Kara, I'm Kira and yes, the princess is dead..." She shook her head in acting. "So sad." He took a step closer to her. "I'm not stupid and I won't condone any lie. A mere servant won't look like the Princess."

“Is that a good thing?” “I’m smiling, aren’t I?” Kira is the last to file out after all the elders, and as she goes, one of the elders starts a conversation with her. She would have come to offer a few words of encouragement…I guessed. Instead, she settled for a subtle nod, thrown in our direction, which I accepted. It was as subtle as could have been when you have a person who vehemently hated my choice ws engaging her in an emphatic conversation on how to foil my efforts to make Soraya my Luna.

"They’ll want to break you first, make an example of you. If you’re convincing, you’ll give us the time we need. That’s all you need to worry about.” His jaw tightened, but he nodded. Reluctant compliance was still compliance. Before the discussion could move further, a voice broke through the tension. Smooth, self-assured, and completely foreign. “Clever plan, but not clever enough.” All eyes turned. A woman emerged from the shadows. She looked at me, smiled before coming closer. Sabrina’s hand was on her blade before the woman stopped walking. “Who the hell are you?” She didn’t flinch, didn’t loose her smile. She was almost amused. “My name is Kira. An exile, courtesy of Elara’s dear aunt.

But the only thing I cared about was Hatzis because that bastard and I have a score to settle. "You said that you came here to talk, you got my full attention now. So, talk or get out!" I told her. Raising her gaze to meet my eyes, she scowled and then huffed, lowering her head. "I am Iris… Iris Doukas, the niece of Hatzis Doukas." She mumbled beneath her breath. "My uncle died a month ago, and I am now the Luna of the White Fang pack." Staring intensely at her, I quivered with frustration, realizing that she shared the same bloodline as that traitor and just how long I have been caged in this place.

“Who are you?” “My name is Kira,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “And I’m your worst nightmare.” Chills ran down my spine. “I want revenge,” Kira hissed with an evil grin. She turned around, pulled her shirt up, and revealed a hideous burn mark on her back—charred, twisted, and deep. “I did that?” I gasped. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” “It’s too late for that now, Wanda.”

“Mind if I come with?” “I do mind. Don’t follow me.” —— “I’m here to report, Madam.” “Welcome back, Kira. Another mission well done?” Kira closed the door behind her and moved to stand in front of Bri’s desk. “The group of insurgents in the countryside have been defeated. They are no longer a threat to Kita.” Bri reacted with a grin prior to noticing something behind Kira. “Oh? Looks like you have a shadow.” Kira snapped around to find Yaku standing with her arms around her back and grinning.