Ethereal Whims, an X-COM x Star Wars Quest
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We would need to find out if that were the case as we would need a dedicated diplomatic hero. Even if all of them are capable of combat, having a diplomat would be good for relations for all planetary governments and factions like the Galactic Republic.
Hmm your not wrong in the idea, it can bring us much benefits.
@HelereTheAce is it possible for us to have training facilities, like say for diplomacy, psionic, bureaucratic and even other training facilities besides ones for officers. It could be even a training facility to train heroes how to lead other units as The assassin is starting to gain experience in learning how to lead without a training facility for that kind of task.
@HelereTheAce is it possible for us to have training facilities, like say for diplomacy, psionic, bureaucratic and even other training facilities besides ones for officers. It could be even a training facility to train heroes how to lead other units as The assassin is starting to gain experience in learning how to lead without a training facility for that kind of task.
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Yo. Is this quest still alive?
I think it is on a long hiatus from HelereTheAce though so we would likely need to wait. Is this your first time in this quest @Commander_Co ?
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Yep. I find this quest interesting because this is an XCOM quest
Agreed, so have you read most of the things we have discussed so far before this hiatus?
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Yep. I'm only waiting for the next update while I read through The Subtle War which is a Psi-Effect inspired quest
Well alright. After you finish reading through what was already discussed before, what would our think for long term idea plans for this quest for our MC.
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I just found this quest, and I think it looks really interesting. Sorry if we're not supposed to post omakes during the hiatus, but I wrote it for the contest and figured I'd put it here as well if that's okay.
(Year 1, Month 9)
In the clash of blades, D'har Ke'sgh felt most at peace. In the singing notes of metal cutting air, the soft huffs of controlled breaths entering and leaving throats, the sharp burn of heat in muscles at work, the Assassin found focus, calm and purpose. The rest of the world faded away, everything she was dedicating itself to following the flow of the battle, to understanding and controlling the next few fractions of a second. Strike, withdraw, parry-
There! An opening in the next eight milliseconds! Push the opponent's blade off-line as they over extend, take the chance to grab their arm and pull them further off balance, slide her katana in to aim, then jab it through the enemy's throat and watch the blood flow from-
Gritting her sharp teeth hard enough to wound her own lip, D'har deliberately let the overextension go, along with the uncommon flash of anger that had appeared with it. The mistake had been a subtle thing, only an absolute master of the blade would spot it. Instead, she simply blocked the strike, used her longer arms to send her student slithering back, and continued the training. 'Fifteen,' she told herself reproachfully. Fifteen times she had nearly lost herself, had started planning how to kill her training partner rather than teach them. She expected better of herself.
There would be time to show Kairnass the true nuance of dueling. For now, proficiency was the task the Elder had set; mastery would come later. Or perhaps it never would, if the exceptional Viper found a different niche in the growing system the Elder was building upon this dark world. If that was the case, D'har would do everything she could to support her fellow Champion. Which meant she must not fail in her task as a teacher and cut the young life before its time.
Fifteen seconds later, however, D'har had another moment. This time, the Viper Princess's belly-scales slipped on an uneven bit of stone, throwing her arms noticeably away from her guard. Even holding back, D'har was easily able to glide in, her blade holding Kairnass's weapon aside as she bullied into the other woman's space, finally twisting her arm to bring an edge to the viper's throat. "Point," she said, holding her position for a long second before backing away.
Swallowing, the snakelike woman backed up herself, struggling through the bow that D'har had taught her. The Princess's body just wasn't designed for that sort of bending, at least not without either falling over or finding something to wrap around. The Assassin returned the bow anyways. "Thank you, sensei," Kairnass said.
Only years of discipline and self-control stopped D'har from rolling her eyes: neither she nor Kairnass knew where the phrase had come from. Well, that was not quite accurate. A snickering Sectoid, one who had spent time infiltrating and manipulating human authorities, had suggested Kairnass use it during training, but he had refused to answer their questions on what it meant or where he'd heard it. However, there was something… right about it, so both women had come to accept it.
Looking up at the sky, D'har gestured to the side of the ruined arena she'd claimed for training. "The sun grows low," she said. "We should rest; the beasts may return soon; they operate most openly at night." Kairnass nodded, slithering after D'har as the pair made their way to the bench along the side.
As always, D'har mixed the treating and cleaning of her tools with the opportunity to advise and critique her student. The Viper Princess, to the Assassin's pride, did not whine or make excuses, listing intensively to D'har's instruction. Indeed, in many ways she was a better student than D'har herself had been, as she knew and was willing to ask important questions that served to enhance the lessons being imparted.
…Of course, D'har had not had a teacher that would have seen those questions as valuable, and thus she'd never had the chance to ask them.
Finally, the pair stood, their swords and outfits spotless and the day coming to a successful conclusion. "I will need to do my patrol soon," D'har said, bowing again. While the Elder had tasked her to train Kairnass as her primary focus, D'har still did her part to ensure that the last Elder and her fellow survivors of Earth were safe. "You should rest, you have worked hard."
Kairnass bowed back, doing a little better this time that she'd had a moment to rest, but she paused. "Sensei, may I ask a question?"
"Of course," D'har said, though she held back a frown. She thought that she had explained everything from this particular lesson already. Had she not made something clear?
Seeing (or perhaps smelling, from the way her forked tongue slipped from her mouth) Kairnass shook her head. "Not about my training, sensei," she said. "No, I was wondering about… about Before."
It took D'har only an instant to recognize what Kairnass meant, and she tensed. She didn't know of any of the Elder's servants who liked talking about Before, about the world they'd been born into. A world with many Elders, most of whom, with the benefit of hindsight and the lack of need to control and gild every thought lest it be used as a sign of sedition, didn't care one bit for their creations.
Kairnass quickly waved her hands. "I'm sorry, sensei," she said. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I just-"
Shaking her head, D'har made a short chopping gesture. "Do not apologize," she said. "It is my role as your sensei to answer your questions. Including the ones I did not expect." She took a breath. "What do you wish to know."
Despite her reassurance, the Princess hesitated for a long second before continuing. "I've… I've just been thinking," she said. "And I've talked to a few of the others, and we all agree that… that here, with our Elder, is better than Earth with all the Elders." D'har nodded. "But… I wonder, is there anything you miss? About Before?"
The Assassin considered. Did she miss anything? She did not miss her Sarcophagus; for all that it preserved her life, it was a… cold, empty thing. Her Stronghold? An endless series of rooms, each with a purpose to fulfill and nothing else. Her servants? More tools (to her shame), mere bodies to fulfill the commands of the Elders, to ensure that the sharp bite of disappointment did not pierce her mind.
…No, D'har could not say she missed any of those things.
"Is there anything you miss?" she asked, half as a way to see what Kairnass was thinking about, and half to buy herself time to think.
The pale viper's tail twitched. "I… I miss my sisters," she said softly. "We hatched as a clutch; I think it was an experiment by the Elders. I was the first to hatch, the biggest." Her hood fluttered. "Perhaps that is why I became as I am…"
"You become as you are by your own efforts," D'har said. "Perhaps this… experiment, if it did happen, gave some small advantage, but you are the one who makes it meaningful."
Kairnass smiled. "Thank you, sensei," she said, "but to answer your question… I do miss them. We spent our training and conditioning together, and we helped each other… but we were split up when we reached maturity." She sighed. "I never saw any of them again… I don't even know if they're still alive."
D'har instinctively reached for the Psionic Network to try and find an answer to the unspoken question, only for it to fail since the Network was gone. The Elder noticed her mental effort and "glanced" her way, but with a bow of her head she assured him everything was alright. The Elder had so many important things to do, it would be unfair to ask a question of him that he might not know the answer to, and would have no way of finding said answer if he didn't.
Even though D'har knew he would try, because that's the kind of Elder he was.
Meanwhile, back in the arena, Kairnass cocked her head. "Sensei?" she said. Her ascension to become a Royal had given her a greater insight into psionic powers and uses than an ordinary viper, but she was still inexperienced. D'har made a note to suggest she get some training on that front; it was not her area of expertise, that had always been more Ref-Mon's-
D'har froze, her thoughts racing. For as long as she could remember, she and her brothers had competed with each other for the Elder's "affections." How many times had she been told that the Warlock or the Hunter would have completed a task better or more quickly, been more successful, been more worthy? How many times had Ref-Mon mocked her, insulted her, berated her for perceived insufficiencies in her loyalty and worship of the Elders. How many times had Ref-Mon shot at her.
Empty void, how many times had he succeeded?! Had he sent her to her Sarcophagus himself!?
Yet… yet she remembered the twitches of surprise and fear and… something else, being told by the Elders that first one, then a second brother was dead? She had tried to push her emotions down, to be the empty, icy, flawless weapon they needed her to be, but they had called that effort a failing. Used the very emptiness she had trained into herself, that they had previously encouraged, as a weapon against her.
With a start, D'har realized that… maybe Gur-Rai and Ref-Mon had their own burdens forced upon them by Elders unlike the one who watched over her now. Perhaps the Warlock's arrogance had been instilled into him along with his vast psychic powers. Perhaps the Hunter had simply snapped under the cruel, relentless pressure, his acting out a way of trying to regain some control over his existence?
…They were all as the Elders had made them. Many of the warriors here, even months after their arrival, struggled not to flinch as the Elder's attention turned onto them. Void, even D'har, who was more used to having one of their vast psionic presences loom over her, still sometimes tensed. The had all been hurt, they had all been broken, and it was only by their Elder's grace that they were having a chance to put themselves back together.
"…I had siblings too, once," she heard herself saying to Kairnass. "Ref-Mon Vallinor… he was arrogant, overbearing, demanding… but if you were one of his people, he would move the very heavens to protect you." She remembered that month when the Chosen had tried working together and sharing information to try and recapture the Commander, once finding the Warlock kneeling next to one of his grievously wounded priests, his psionic power holding them desperately to life as a doctor was rushed to the scene, even as the Elders said that the fallen hybrid was of no value anymore.
"And Gur-Rai… Void was he the most annoying person you'd ever meet, with an equally annoying voice… but he kept me sharp. He did more to teach me about dodging bullets than anyone else." She'd even modified her armor so that it would absorb near-misses to generate kinetic plating that would protect her from his follow-up shot, something that she knew had driven the soldiers of XCOM mad. She had failed in the end... but she would have failed far sooner without the training her brother had given her.
Perhaps, if she had trained him in turn, he would have survived? That thought sent an icy spear of pain through D'har's heart.
Kairnass studied her, her sharp features somehow going soft as her tongue flicked out again. "Do you miss them, sensei?" she asked.
Did she? On the one hand, even with her realizations, that didn't change any of the frustrations, insults or general irritations her brothers had heaped on her… but at the same time… "I do not know," she said softly. "I… I need to meditate on it."
The Viper Princess nodded, briefly twitching towards D'har before seeming to think better of whatever she'd been about to do. "Of course, sensei," she said. "Until next time." With that, she bowed once more and slithered away.
Despite what she'd been planning to do, the Assassin did not prepare for her patrol. Instead, as soon as Kairnass had left the arena, the last echoes of her scales on stone fading away, D'har lowered herself into a cross-legged position, lay her hands upon her knees, and closed her eyes, taking slow breaths.
Meditation was… difficult, in this place. The Elder had spoken of a presence, a darkness that seemed to pervade the planet… and if she was not careful, D'har could lose herself in the lingering anger and pain and fear that floated through the air like a poison. However, she had long trained to control herself, and thus she had easily learned to keep her mind from being affected by the psuodo-psionic "atmosphere." Taking a long, slow breath, she began processing her feelings.
Before she could sink too deep, however, the Elder brushed against her mind with a gentleness none other of his kind had ever attempted. 'D'har… my child…' he said softly. 'There…' he hesitated, another trait no other Elder had exhibited. Before, the Assassin would have said that any sign of uncertainty from an Elder would have terrified her… but now, she saw it as showing that he cared enough about his words to take care with them, 'There is no shame in grieving, even for those who we have not always agreed with. For all their countless sins… I do miss my own siblings.' He "snorted". 'Sometimes.'
The Assassin considered those words for several long seconds before nodding. 'Thank you, Elder,' she said. 'But this is something I must work through myself.'
The Elder "nodded." 'Of course, my child,' he said. 'Just know that if you wish for anything from me, you but have to ask.' D'har sent her assent and understanding, and the Elder slipped away to overseeing the myriad of other tasks required of him.
Still, the fact that he had taken the time to comfort her… that made D'har feel warm. With a soft smile gracing a mouth that had so rarely had cause, she sunk into her meditation to sort through her conflicting, painful emotions.
Thus was both the gift and curse of a sapient mind, of being the one who survived.
Due the Dead
(Year 1, Month 9)
In the clash of blades, D'har Ke'sgh felt most at peace. In the singing notes of metal cutting air, the soft huffs of controlled breaths entering and leaving throats, the sharp burn of heat in muscles at work, the Assassin found focus, calm and purpose. The rest of the world faded away, everything she was dedicating itself to following the flow of the battle, to understanding and controlling the next few fractions of a second. Strike, withdraw, parry-
There! An opening in the next eight milliseconds! Push the opponent's blade off-line as they over extend, take the chance to grab their arm and pull them further off balance, slide her katana in to aim, then jab it through the enemy's throat and watch the blood flow from-
Gritting her sharp teeth hard enough to wound her own lip, D'har deliberately let the overextension go, along with the uncommon flash of anger that had appeared with it. The mistake had been a subtle thing, only an absolute master of the blade would spot it. Instead, she simply blocked the strike, used her longer arms to send her student slithering back, and continued the training. 'Fifteen,' she told herself reproachfully. Fifteen times she had nearly lost herself, had started planning how to kill her training partner rather than teach them. She expected better of herself.
There would be time to show Kairnass the true nuance of dueling. For now, proficiency was the task the Elder had set; mastery would come later. Or perhaps it never would, if the exceptional Viper found a different niche in the growing system the Elder was building upon this dark world. If that was the case, D'har would do everything she could to support her fellow Champion. Which meant she must not fail in her task as a teacher and cut the young life before its time.
Fifteen seconds later, however, D'har had another moment. This time, the Viper Princess's belly-scales slipped on an uneven bit of stone, throwing her arms noticeably away from her guard. Even holding back, D'har was easily able to glide in, her blade holding Kairnass's weapon aside as she bullied into the other woman's space, finally twisting her arm to bring an edge to the viper's throat. "Point," she said, holding her position for a long second before backing away.
Swallowing, the snakelike woman backed up herself, struggling through the bow that D'har had taught her. The Princess's body just wasn't designed for that sort of bending, at least not without either falling over or finding something to wrap around. The Assassin returned the bow anyways. "Thank you, sensei," Kairnass said.
Only years of discipline and self-control stopped D'har from rolling her eyes: neither she nor Kairnass knew where the phrase had come from. Well, that was not quite accurate. A snickering Sectoid, one who had spent time infiltrating and manipulating human authorities, had suggested Kairnass use it during training, but he had refused to answer their questions on what it meant or where he'd heard it. However, there was something… right about it, so both women had come to accept it.
Looking up at the sky, D'har gestured to the side of the ruined arena she'd claimed for training. "The sun grows low," she said. "We should rest; the beasts may return soon; they operate most openly at night." Kairnass nodded, slithering after D'har as the pair made their way to the bench along the side.
As always, D'har mixed the treating and cleaning of her tools with the opportunity to advise and critique her student. The Viper Princess, to the Assassin's pride, did not whine or make excuses, listing intensively to D'har's instruction. Indeed, in many ways she was a better student than D'har herself had been, as she knew and was willing to ask important questions that served to enhance the lessons being imparted.
…Of course, D'har had not had a teacher that would have seen those questions as valuable, and thus she'd never had the chance to ask them.
Finally, the pair stood, their swords and outfits spotless and the day coming to a successful conclusion. "I will need to do my patrol soon," D'har said, bowing again. While the Elder had tasked her to train Kairnass as her primary focus, D'har still did her part to ensure that the last Elder and her fellow survivors of Earth were safe. "You should rest, you have worked hard."
Kairnass bowed back, doing a little better this time that she'd had a moment to rest, but she paused. "Sensei, may I ask a question?"
"Of course," D'har said, though she held back a frown. She thought that she had explained everything from this particular lesson already. Had she not made something clear?
Seeing (or perhaps smelling, from the way her forked tongue slipped from her mouth) Kairnass shook her head. "Not about my training, sensei," she said. "No, I was wondering about… about Before."
It took D'har only an instant to recognize what Kairnass meant, and she tensed. She didn't know of any of the Elder's servants who liked talking about Before, about the world they'd been born into. A world with many Elders, most of whom, with the benefit of hindsight and the lack of need to control and gild every thought lest it be used as a sign of sedition, didn't care one bit for their creations.
Kairnass quickly waved her hands. "I'm sorry, sensei," she said. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I just-"
Shaking her head, D'har made a short chopping gesture. "Do not apologize," she said. "It is my role as your sensei to answer your questions. Including the ones I did not expect." She took a breath. "What do you wish to know."
Despite her reassurance, the Princess hesitated for a long second before continuing. "I've… I've just been thinking," she said. "And I've talked to a few of the others, and we all agree that… that here, with our Elder, is better than Earth with all the Elders." D'har nodded. "But… I wonder, is there anything you miss? About Before?"
The Assassin considered. Did she miss anything? She did not miss her Sarcophagus; for all that it preserved her life, it was a… cold, empty thing. Her Stronghold? An endless series of rooms, each with a purpose to fulfill and nothing else. Her servants? More tools (to her shame), mere bodies to fulfill the commands of the Elders, to ensure that the sharp bite of disappointment did not pierce her mind.
…No, D'har could not say she missed any of those things.
"Is there anything you miss?" she asked, half as a way to see what Kairnass was thinking about, and half to buy herself time to think.
The pale viper's tail twitched. "I… I miss my sisters," she said softly. "We hatched as a clutch; I think it was an experiment by the Elders. I was the first to hatch, the biggest." Her hood fluttered. "Perhaps that is why I became as I am…"
"You become as you are by your own efforts," D'har said. "Perhaps this… experiment, if it did happen, gave some small advantage, but you are the one who makes it meaningful."
Kairnass smiled. "Thank you, sensei," she said, "but to answer your question… I do miss them. We spent our training and conditioning together, and we helped each other… but we were split up when we reached maturity." She sighed. "I never saw any of them again… I don't even know if they're still alive."
D'har instinctively reached for the Psionic Network to try and find an answer to the unspoken question, only for it to fail since the Network was gone. The Elder noticed her mental effort and "glanced" her way, but with a bow of her head she assured him everything was alright. The Elder had so many important things to do, it would be unfair to ask a question of him that he might not know the answer to, and would have no way of finding said answer if he didn't.
Even though D'har knew he would try, because that's the kind of Elder he was.
Meanwhile, back in the arena, Kairnass cocked her head. "Sensei?" she said. Her ascension to become a Royal had given her a greater insight into psionic powers and uses than an ordinary viper, but she was still inexperienced. D'har made a note to suggest she get some training on that front; it was not her area of expertise, that had always been more Ref-Mon's-
D'har froze, her thoughts racing. For as long as she could remember, she and her brothers had competed with each other for the Elder's "affections." How many times had she been told that the Warlock or the Hunter would have completed a task better or more quickly, been more successful, been more worthy? How many times had Ref-Mon mocked her, insulted her, berated her for perceived insufficiencies in her loyalty and worship of the Elders. How many times had Ref-Mon shot at her.
Empty void, how many times had he succeeded?! Had he sent her to her Sarcophagus himself!?
Yet… yet she remembered the twitches of surprise and fear and… something else, being told by the Elders that first one, then a second brother was dead? She had tried to push her emotions down, to be the empty, icy, flawless weapon they needed her to be, but they had called that effort a failing. Used the very emptiness she had trained into herself, that they had previously encouraged, as a weapon against her.
With a start, D'har realized that… maybe Gur-Rai and Ref-Mon had their own burdens forced upon them by Elders unlike the one who watched over her now. Perhaps the Warlock's arrogance had been instilled into him along with his vast psychic powers. Perhaps the Hunter had simply snapped under the cruel, relentless pressure, his acting out a way of trying to regain some control over his existence?
…They were all as the Elders had made them. Many of the warriors here, even months after their arrival, struggled not to flinch as the Elder's attention turned onto them. Void, even D'har, who was more used to having one of their vast psionic presences loom over her, still sometimes tensed. The had all been hurt, they had all been broken, and it was only by their Elder's grace that they were having a chance to put themselves back together.
"…I had siblings too, once," she heard herself saying to Kairnass. "Ref-Mon Vallinor… he was arrogant, overbearing, demanding… but if you were one of his people, he would move the very heavens to protect you." She remembered that month when the Chosen had tried working together and sharing information to try and recapture the Commander, once finding the Warlock kneeling next to one of his grievously wounded priests, his psionic power holding them desperately to life as a doctor was rushed to the scene, even as the Elders said that the fallen hybrid was of no value anymore.
"And Gur-Rai… Void was he the most annoying person you'd ever meet, with an equally annoying voice… but he kept me sharp. He did more to teach me about dodging bullets than anyone else." She'd even modified her armor so that it would absorb near-misses to generate kinetic plating that would protect her from his follow-up shot, something that she knew had driven the soldiers of XCOM mad. She had failed in the end... but she would have failed far sooner without the training her brother had given her.
Perhaps, if she had trained him in turn, he would have survived? That thought sent an icy spear of pain through D'har's heart.
Kairnass studied her, her sharp features somehow going soft as her tongue flicked out again. "Do you miss them, sensei?" she asked.
Did she? On the one hand, even with her realizations, that didn't change any of the frustrations, insults or general irritations her brothers had heaped on her… but at the same time… "I do not know," she said softly. "I… I need to meditate on it."
The Viper Princess nodded, briefly twitching towards D'har before seeming to think better of whatever she'd been about to do. "Of course, sensei," she said. "Until next time." With that, she bowed once more and slithered away.
Despite what she'd been planning to do, the Assassin did not prepare for her patrol. Instead, as soon as Kairnass had left the arena, the last echoes of her scales on stone fading away, D'har lowered herself into a cross-legged position, lay her hands upon her knees, and closed her eyes, taking slow breaths.
Meditation was… difficult, in this place. The Elder had spoken of a presence, a darkness that seemed to pervade the planet… and if she was not careful, D'har could lose herself in the lingering anger and pain and fear that floated through the air like a poison. However, she had long trained to control herself, and thus she had easily learned to keep her mind from being affected by the psuodo-psionic "atmosphere." Taking a long, slow breath, she began processing her feelings.
Before she could sink too deep, however, the Elder brushed against her mind with a gentleness none other of his kind had ever attempted. 'D'har… my child…' he said softly. 'There…' he hesitated, another trait no other Elder had exhibited. Before, the Assassin would have said that any sign of uncertainty from an Elder would have terrified her… but now, she saw it as showing that he cared enough about his words to take care with them, 'There is no shame in grieving, even for those who we have not always agreed with. For all their countless sins… I do miss my own siblings.' He "snorted". 'Sometimes.'
The Assassin considered those words for several long seconds before nodding. 'Thank you, Elder,' she said. 'But this is something I must work through myself.'
The Elder "nodded." 'Of course, my child,' he said. 'Just know that if you wish for anything from me, you but have to ask.' D'har sent her assent and understanding, and the Elder slipped away to overseeing the myriad of other tasks required of him.
Still, the fact that he had taken the time to comfort her… that made D'har feel warm. With a soft smile gracing a mouth that had so rarely had cause, she sunk into her meditation to sort through her conflicting, painful emotions.
Thus was both the gift and curse of a sapient mind, of being the one who survived.
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Is there a title you'd prefer for the omake? (FYI, I have no problem at all with people writing omakes during the hiatus)
EDIT: Doesn't really bother me what pronouns people use in omakes for the Relieved Elder, but they don't really identify with the human concept of 'gender', being a hermaphroditic species. They/them or xenopronouns would be more applicable
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Yes, that was the title I had in mind.
Good to know on the pronouns. If that's something the Assassin would know, I'd be happy to go back and change it.
Huh. Ok. The Relived Elder always came across as female to me. They/them work though.
Hmmm that is a good question
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Btw, how Sectopods compare to AT-ATs?
I think they would be comparable to an AT-ST with the two legs and such. Though I think there would be a different in fire power and how they are produced.
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A couple more, yeah. Some facilitates, like an engineering bay will serve multiple purposes like that. Eg: it will produce land vehicles and mechanical units. A shipyard is a facility that would be built in orbit, once you have the capability to do so etc.
Sectopods are walking tanks with more than enough firepower and armor to pick a fight with a starship and win. They're likely the biggest power differential between your faction and the wider galaxy that isn't psionics
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Fair enough, I'm very interested in restoring the Kas city now since I really want to get some form of research facility up and running to play with DNA.
If our character was an SI with meta-knowledge I can just imagine the shenanigans they could pull off by cloning the Sith Species.....
Oh I totally agree and I honestly want to have the Sith species be cloned and have the sanctuary be built by a demolished Sith temple. If you read from beginning to now then you would find out that if we have psionic buildings built over force temples of sith or Jedi, then they would get a small boost, or so I remember.
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I honestly want to start playing with genetics but sadly understand that the big evil temple has priority right now.
Hey don't worry, once we have the proper facilities to play with genetics, we can experiment while exploring and possibly demolishing the temple. The temple part is in the actions option of this quest, besides there are plenty of opportunities to do experiment with genetics once we have expanded our forces, and claim other Sith worlds as our own. The QM said that we can possibly have our own advent clones and aliens of the XCOM universe be able to repopulate and reproduce. Though that one is for a later project when we are able to continue with the quest again.