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I have no idea how I died. Don't remember it at all. Ideally, I would've died in a gunfight, waged by some idiot shooter that wanted to, I dunno, shoot up a place that I was in. I would've grabbed a gun from a fallen police officer and died saving everyone that wasn't dead as a result of the shooter.
Realistically, I died falling down the stairs. Or a car crash, but that'd ironic, considering the last fanfic I ever wrote involved the SI being killed by a car crash. Last thing I remember was typing then…blackness. After an indeterminant amount of time, a female voice.
Hey, sorry you died. You wanna reincarnate into another universe?
Who are you, why are you asking and it depends on the universe?
I had died. There wasn't much you could really do to scare me at this point.
Just a ROB looking for souls to shift around in my spare time, She had said. I like seeing what people from one universe do when placed in another universe. It's fun!
It was quite likely that this ROB had something to do with my death. But what was I going to do, call her out right there? At best, I lose out on a do-over on my life. At worst, I get sent to a death world like Warhammer 40k.
No thank you. Also, I should not be this calm with dying. Healing magic meets Psychological Trauma? I'm actually okay with that.
No name?
No point, you can't understand it.
Can I say no?
…yes. But I hope you don't.
Alright, uh…would I be able to pass on to the afterlife like a normal person afterwards?
Oh yeah! Definitely! This is just a hobby…think of it like I'm borrowing you for a science project.
You promise?
Of course!
Alright then.
Would you like Star Wars?
YEAH!
Okay, have fun!
Can I use the force?
Sure!
…are we going to talk again?
Nope. Well, maybe if you die again. I'll be watching!
And that conversation, which is more of a humorous exaggeration than the actual conversation which I can only recall at the fringes of the back of my memory, was the last I had ever heard from the...possibly benevolent ROB.
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Being born sucked.
Like, more than I would have thought because it was facilitated by droids, which freaked me out a lot. They floated around, their mechanical arms held me, picked me up, wiped me down…you know. Being born things.
I was born on Coruscant, and let me tell you, this place is wild. Even looking out my bedroom window and watching all of the speeders flying in their assigned lanes, their headlights forming an endless sea of streaming stars…honestly, it actually made me happy to be here. This planet has lovely sunsets, and it only got better when it finished setting and the sky went dark, turning the space of Coruscant into a living galaxy right outside my window.
I was really happy to be here. I mean, I missed my family terribly, but…my memory of them was fading and it was horribly unlikely that I'd ever be allowed to go see them again.
This wasn't Harry Potter or Naruto, universes with any sort of functional, dimensional magic or teleportation that would allow me to get home in spite of that, in any event.
So…best thing to do is to just treat this as a whole new life. The old ship, with the United States of America, Canada, Mexico…it has sailed. No real way to get back…time to…
Oh, I'm crying. Great.
But I need to let it go.
The first step to that, I think...is learning to accept my new name, in place of my old one.
Jethro Plite.
It's the name the droids have been calling me by and in a way, I like it. It's…different.
Coruscant has lovely sunsets.
I was an orphan, actually. I appreciated this, I don't think I'd be able to handle having parents since I have the memories of an adult. I mean, I'm under no delusions that I'll be as mature and developed as an adult mentally in spite of my memories, but some things…I don't think I'd be happy with that.
The orphanage I was placed in was manned entirely by droids. Nanny droids, something I still got a happy thrill whenever I see them, even after having been taken care of by them for the past three or so years. I mean…droids! Droids!
This is Star Wars!
Yes!
But it's not all sunshine and roses. For starters, no one spoke English. Basic, the Language of the Galaxy Far, Far Away is not English. And neither is Aurebesh, the alphabet. Honestly, as far as Language goes, Basic felt…simpler than English did, but it was still a pain to learn. I mean, being immersed in it twenty-four seven was a huge boon in that regard but it was still annoying when I had to learn how to learn a whole new alphabet and its accompanying nursery song.
Aurek, Besh, Cresh, Dorn, Esk, Forn, Grek, Herf, Isk, Jenth, Krill, Leth, Mern, Nern, Osk, Peth, Qek, Resh, Senth, Trill, Usk, Vev, Wesk, Xesh, Yirt, Zerek are all equivalent to the ABC's in English. But Aurebesh had additional characters for letter combinations like Thesh for TH and so on. If I wanted to spell Luke Skywalker, it'd go Leth-Usk-Krill-Esk, then Senth-Krill-Yirt-Wesk-Aurek-Leth-Krill-Esk-Resh. Jethro Plite, my name, would be spelled Jenth-Esk-Thesh-Resh-Osk then Peth-Leth-Isk-Trill-Esk.
I find it odd that there's biblical names in this galaxy. I mean, I guess there's only so many syllables a human mouth can make, but still. It's bizarre. I will say that I think there's a kid in the orphanage named Lucas, a thought that amuses me to no end.
Most of the games the other kids play bore me. Like, really boring. That's to be expected to a point, I guess, but that's why I learned to read as fast as possible, so I can start reading. We weren't allowed access to the Holonet until we turned eight, sadly, but we were allowed to read anything that was available to us, which went from picture books with actual chapters, you know, those really short ones meant for children about age eight to ten?
Yeah, I picked those up really quick. Most entertainment I could find outside of the holo-nights er…movie nights on the fifth day of each standard week. Friday. Yeah. That.
There was also the technical books, again, meant for children. I memorized those. They were simple, easy to read, if not a little dry, but I learned everything I could. Because that's some very useful knowledge that I was going to need. Though by the time I was done, I had some of the absolute basics of how droids are built, how terminals are constructed, the base parts. Nothing fun, like how to make my own blaster but I imagine that comes later.
Did I have friends amongst the other kids?
Well, no. Not really. I played tag and stuff with them occasionally, but I was a loner here and that actually suited me just fine. For now, though as I get older, I think I'll be more open to friendship.
Anyway, the ROB said I had the force. Do I have it?
I think so. I've had a lot of time to meditate and I think I've been able to feel, I don't know, something on the absolute edges of my consciousness. But without a formal education in using the force, I don't think I'll be able to get all that far. Still though, the extra sense should be useful.
Well, I didn't get inducted into the Jedi Order, which is a thing right now. I'm pretty sure the droid nannies would have reported my force sensitivity unless it's not something that can be reliably measured. But it can be, because midichlorians are also a thing. At least I think. How would they know a child or infant is force sensitive without being able to test for it?
Though I imagine, since all they do is let the host organism talk with the Force (it is not the force itself) and I'm pretty sure that the Force decides if it wants to talk to someone or not and makes midichlorians in the person so that he or she can be 'Force Sensitive'.
I could be completely wrong, though.
Heck, where even am I in the timeline? The Old Republic era? The first Jedi-Sith war? Darth Bane's era? The Clone Wars? Before the Clone Wars? The Empire and the Rebellion? Thousands of years after the original trilogy? Until I have the answer to this question, I can't actually make plans for my future.
I mean, I can, but they wouldn't be very complete plans.
At least I have time to decide.
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"In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire!"
Oh.
Oh no.
That answers that question.
On the holo-screen was Emperor Palpatine, fresh from his fight with Mace Windu, his dark-side corruption visible to all and passed off as scarring. I…wow. It was honestly chilling, hearing the Emperor speak, knowing that that psychopath with enough power to create black holes (if I remember correctly) was on the same planet as me and currently ripping apart the giant, galaxy-spanning government which if I remember correctly had grown so bloated and rotten that it was more or less asking to get annihilated.
But the Empire, as much as I loved them as villains…are so much worse. I mean, if they start trimming the fat, that's a positive side effect but the blatant racism against aliens, the oppression, the fact that it's led by an Emperor whose so is insanely drunk off the dark-side that he makes Voldemort look like a playground bully all make it wrong.
So what do I do?
Well.
I don't know. I'm five right now.
I mean, obviously, I join the Rebel Alliance. I…didn't do much in my old life. I refuse to be an audience member to the galaxy while everything happens. So, join the Rebel Alliance. But in order to actually be useful, I need skills. Military, shooty-shooty bang-bang skills. That mean I don't get killed. How do I get those skills?
…I know the answer to that. But I do not like it. At all.
The quickest and best way to get those skills is to join the Imperial Military. The examples of that working…either it's Wedge Antilles or Han Solo, I don't remember which was canon, if they both were canon or whatever. They were huge boons, essential to the success to the Rebellion. But there's also the proof. The giant proof that this works.
His name is Kyle Katarn.
An imperial commando turned mercenary who…in Legend, got the Death Star plans and then moved on to deal with the Dark Trooper project. He was the bomb. He was incredible, he became a Jedi Master, kicked so much tail. He was my favorite character to make as a custom character in the Lego Star Wars games.
With the release of Rogue One, he is sadly non-canon. But for me, he was the quintessential Star Wars character. He. Was. Awesome. Greatest character ever. Interestingly, with Kanan and Hera from Star Wars Rebels and Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor, they can't stop making characters that look similar or have a similar character arc to Kyle Katarn and Jan Ors.
Hilarious.
But following in Master Katarn's steps means joining the Imperial Military. A hard life full of danger, strict discipline and a cut-throat environment that makes organized crime look like a clean game of football. At its head are a pair of extremely powerful Sith Lords, both of whom can sniff out treachery by reading a person's thoughts.
If my Force Sensitivity is discovered, then I'm going to get forcibly inducted into…well, I don't remember if they had a branch of force sensitive operatives or if they just killed those they found to preserve the Rule of Two.
But Kyle found a way through it without his sensitivity being discovered…then he found the Valley of the Jedi. He helped the Rebellion and then the New Republic in gigantic ways.
Actually, is the Valley of the Jedi a thing, still? That'd be worth looking into.
So, after that, what do I need?
Well, I don't know.
But what I do know is that this plan is stupid, suicidal and due to the indoctrination that all the soldiers go through, I might not even want to leave when the time comes.
But I'm still going to go through with it.
Because I think I'd hate myself if I didn't try.
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Author's Notes: This is another SI, something I wrote for fun in between updates for SHINOBI. I hadn't really planned for it, I just wrote what I wanted. I hope you enjoy what you read, in any event. Updates for this will be fairly irregular as my focus is still on SHINOBI, but I hope everyone enjoys it.
Because this is a for fun fic, I won't do my patreon shout-outs unless I get several PM's saying they want me too. Other than that…enjoy! Tell me what you thought and I hope you like the idea of an SI that joins the Empire, at least until he gets what he wants.
Until the next time!
~Fulcon
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I have no idea how I died. Don't remember it at all. Ideally, I would've died in a gunfight, waged by some idiot shooter that wanted to, I dunno, shoot up a place that I was in. I would've grabbed a gun from a fallen police officer and died saving everyone that wasn't dead as a result of the shooter.
Realistically, I died falling down the stairs. Or a car crash, but that'd ironic, considering the last fanfic I ever wrote involved the SI being killed by a car crash. Last thing I remember was typing then…blackness. After an indeterminant amount of time, a female voice.
Hey, sorry you died. You wanna reincarnate into another universe?
Who are you, why are you asking and it depends on the universe?
I had died. There wasn't much you could really do to scare me at this point.
Just a ROB looking for souls to shift around in my spare time, She had said. I like seeing what people from one universe do when placed in another universe. It's fun!
It was quite likely that this ROB had something to do with my death. But what was I going to do, call her out right there? At best, I lose out on a do-over on my life. At worst, I get sent to a death world like Warhammer 40k.
No thank you. Also, I should not be this calm with dying. Healing magic meets Psychological Trauma? I'm actually okay with that.
No name?
No point, you can't understand it.
Can I say no?
…yes. But I hope you don't.
Alright, uh…would I be able to pass on to the afterlife like a normal person afterwards?
Oh yeah! Definitely! This is just a hobby…think of it like I'm borrowing you for a science project.
You promise?
Of course!
Alright then.
Would you like Star Wars?
YEAH!
Okay, have fun!
Can I use the force?
Sure!
…are we going to talk again?
Nope. Well, maybe if you die again. I'll be watching!
And that conversation, which is more of a humorous exaggeration than the actual conversation which I can only recall at the fringes of the back of my memory, was the last I had ever heard from the...possibly benevolent ROB.
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Being born sucked.
Like, more than I would have thought because it was facilitated by droids, which freaked me out a lot. They floated around, their mechanical arms held me, picked me up, wiped me down…you know. Being born things.
I was born on Coruscant, and let me tell you, this place is wild. Even looking out my bedroom window and watching all of the speeders flying in their assigned lanes, their headlights forming an endless sea of streaming stars…honestly, it actually made me happy to be here. This planet has lovely sunsets, and it only got better when it finished setting and the sky went dark, turning the space of Coruscant into a living galaxy right outside my window.
I was really happy to be here. I mean, I missed my family terribly, but…my memory of them was fading and it was horribly unlikely that I'd ever be allowed to go see them again.
This wasn't Harry Potter or Naruto, universes with any sort of functional, dimensional magic or teleportation that would allow me to get home in spite of that, in any event.
So…best thing to do is to just treat this as a whole new life. The old ship, with the United States of America, Canada, Mexico…it has sailed. No real way to get back…time to…
Oh, I'm crying. Great.
But I need to let it go.
The first step to that, I think...is learning to accept my new name, in place of my old one.
Jethro Plite.
It's the name the droids have been calling me by and in a way, I like it. It's…different.
Coruscant has lovely sunsets.
I was an orphan, actually. I appreciated this, I don't think I'd be able to handle having parents since I have the memories of an adult. I mean, I'm under no delusions that I'll be as mature and developed as an adult mentally in spite of my memories, but some things…I don't think I'd be happy with that.
The orphanage I was placed in was manned entirely by droids. Nanny droids, something I still got a happy thrill whenever I see them, even after having been taken care of by them for the past three or so years. I mean…droids! Droids!
This is Star Wars!
Yes!
But it's not all sunshine and roses. For starters, no one spoke English. Basic, the Language of the Galaxy Far, Far Away is not English. And neither is Aurebesh, the alphabet. Honestly, as far as Language goes, Basic felt…simpler than English did, but it was still a pain to learn. I mean, being immersed in it twenty-four seven was a huge boon in that regard but it was still annoying when I had to learn how to learn a whole new alphabet and its accompanying nursery song.
Aurek, Besh, Cresh, Dorn, Esk, Forn, Grek, Herf, Isk, Jenth, Krill, Leth, Mern, Nern, Osk, Peth, Qek, Resh, Senth, Trill, Usk, Vev, Wesk, Xesh, Yirt, Zerek are all equivalent to the ABC's in English. But Aurebesh had additional characters for letter combinations like Thesh for TH and so on. If I wanted to spell Luke Skywalker, it'd go Leth-Usk-Krill-Esk, then Senth-Krill-Yirt-Wesk-Aurek-Leth-Krill-Esk-Resh. Jethro Plite, my name, would be spelled Jenth-Esk-Thesh-Resh-Osk then Peth-Leth-Isk-Trill-Esk.
I find it odd that there's biblical names in this galaxy. I mean, I guess there's only so many syllables a human mouth can make, but still. It's bizarre. I will say that I think there's a kid in the orphanage named Lucas, a thought that amuses me to no end.
Most of the games the other kids play bore me. Like, really boring. That's to be expected to a point, I guess, but that's why I learned to read as fast as possible, so I can start reading. We weren't allowed access to the Holonet until we turned eight, sadly, but we were allowed to read anything that was available to us, which went from picture books with actual chapters, you know, those really short ones meant for children about age eight to ten?
Yeah, I picked those up really quick. Most entertainment I could find outside of the holo-nights er…movie nights on the fifth day of each standard week. Friday. Yeah. That.
There was also the technical books, again, meant for children. I memorized those. They were simple, easy to read, if not a little dry, but I learned everything I could. Because that's some very useful knowledge that I was going to need. Though by the time I was done, I had some of the absolute basics of how droids are built, how terminals are constructed, the base parts. Nothing fun, like how to make my own blaster but I imagine that comes later.
Did I have friends amongst the other kids?
Well, no. Not really. I played tag and stuff with them occasionally, but I was a loner here and that actually suited me just fine. For now, though as I get older, I think I'll be more open to friendship.
Anyway, the ROB said I had the force. Do I have it?
I think so. I've had a lot of time to meditate and I think I've been able to feel, I don't know, something on the absolute edges of my consciousness. But without a formal education in using the force, I don't think I'll be able to get all that far. Still though, the extra sense should be useful.
Well, I didn't get inducted into the Jedi Order, which is a thing right now. I'm pretty sure the droid nannies would have reported my force sensitivity unless it's not something that can be reliably measured. But it can be, because midichlorians are also a thing. At least I think. How would they know a child or infant is force sensitive without being able to test for it?
Though I imagine, since all they do is let the host organism talk with the Force (it is not the force itself) and I'm pretty sure that the Force decides if it wants to talk to someone or not and makes midichlorians in the person so that he or she can be 'Force Sensitive'.
I could be completely wrong, though.
Heck, where even am I in the timeline? The Old Republic era? The first Jedi-Sith war? Darth Bane's era? The Clone Wars? Before the Clone Wars? The Empire and the Rebellion? Thousands of years after the original trilogy? Until I have the answer to this question, I can't actually make plans for my future.
I mean, I can, but they wouldn't be very complete plans.
At least I have time to decide.
---
"In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire!"
Oh.
Oh no.
That answers that question.
On the holo-screen was Emperor Palpatine, fresh from his fight with Mace Windu, his dark-side corruption visible to all and passed off as scarring. I…wow. It was honestly chilling, hearing the Emperor speak, knowing that that psychopath with enough power to create black holes (if I remember correctly) was on the same planet as me and currently ripping apart the giant, galaxy-spanning government which if I remember correctly had grown so bloated and rotten that it was more or less asking to get annihilated.
But the Empire, as much as I loved them as villains…are so much worse. I mean, if they start trimming the fat, that's a positive side effect but the blatant racism against aliens, the oppression, the fact that it's led by an Emperor whose so is insanely drunk off the dark-side that he makes Voldemort look like a playground bully all make it wrong.
So what do I do?
Well.
I don't know. I'm five right now.
I mean, obviously, I join the Rebel Alliance. I…didn't do much in my old life. I refuse to be an audience member to the galaxy while everything happens. So, join the Rebel Alliance. But in order to actually be useful, I need skills. Military, shooty-shooty bang-bang skills. That mean I don't get killed. How do I get those skills?
…I know the answer to that. But I do not like it. At all.
The quickest and best way to get those skills is to join the Imperial Military. The examples of that working…either it's Wedge Antilles or Han Solo, I don't remember which was canon, if they both were canon or whatever. They were huge boons, essential to the success to the Rebellion. But there's also the proof. The giant proof that this works.
His name is Kyle Katarn.
An imperial commando turned mercenary who…in Legend, got the Death Star plans and then moved on to deal with the Dark Trooper project. He was the bomb. He was incredible, he became a Jedi Master, kicked so much tail. He was my favorite character to make as a custom character in the Lego Star Wars games.
With the release of Rogue One, he is sadly non-canon. But for me, he was the quintessential Star Wars character. He. Was. Awesome. Greatest character ever. Interestingly, with Kanan and Hera from Star Wars Rebels and Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor, they can't stop making characters that look similar or have a similar character arc to Kyle Katarn and Jan Ors.
Hilarious.
But following in Master Katarn's steps means joining the Imperial Military. A hard life full of danger, strict discipline and a cut-throat environment that makes organized crime look like a clean game of football. At its head are a pair of extremely powerful Sith Lords, both of whom can sniff out treachery by reading a person's thoughts.
If my Force Sensitivity is discovered, then I'm going to get forcibly inducted into…well, I don't remember if they had a branch of force sensitive operatives or if they just killed those they found to preserve the Rule of Two.
But Kyle found a way through it without his sensitivity being discovered…then he found the Valley of the Jedi. He helped the Rebellion and then the New Republic in gigantic ways.
Actually, is the Valley of the Jedi a thing, still? That'd be worth looking into.
So, after that, what do I need?
Well, I don't know.
But what I do know is that this plan is stupid, suicidal and due to the indoctrination that all the soldiers go through, I might not even want to leave when the time comes.
But I'm still going to go through with it.
Because I think I'd hate myself if I didn't try.
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Author's Notes: This is another SI, something I wrote for fun in between updates for SHINOBI. I hadn't really planned for it, I just wrote what I wanted. I hope you enjoy what you read, in any event. Updates for this will be fairly irregular as my focus is still on SHINOBI, but I hope everyone enjoys it.
Because this is a for fun fic, I won't do my patreon shout-outs unless I get several PM's saying they want me too. Other than that…enjoy! Tell me what you thought and I hope you like the idea of an SI that joins the Empire, at least until he gets what he wants.
Until the next time!
~Fulcon
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Never saw Rebels.
The names of the main cast is literally all he knows.
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To be fair, what did the Inquisitors actually accomplish in the show, outside of relying on gimmicky weapons and dying?
[Pointedly ignoring OP's post.]
NoisyMatchStar
Lord of all that is Purple
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Nobody expects the Sith Inquisition!
You can just smell the fanboy.
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To be fair, most of Jet's experience with Katarn is the stuff after the Empire's defeat, and he doesn't remember the backstory to Jerec. As far as he knows, Jerec was a dark jedi that came from...somewhere.
EDIT: That said, I'll probably write him putting the pieces together next chapter and talking about it.
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The plan for right now is filthy rebel scum. But that could change depending on how things turn out.
Seat of my pants writing, and all that.
Khepri14
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Two, no three problems(really only one, if the second is not burgeoning psychosis or whatever the proper term is and the third is a joke).
1. You never said if the voice was male or female when first introduced, yet you explicitly call ROB "she" not a few sentences later.
2. You mentioned Coruscant has lovely sunsets twice.(This is the possible psychotic break showing its early ugly head).
3. Your last name isn't Gibbs(Your first name isn't Leroy, but we'll save that for someone with the last name Jenkins, hmm?). Soonest chance you get, change it immediately. Also, start your own list of Gibbs' Rules: Star Wars Edition. And practice theheadGibbslaps. They'll come in handy when your competence puts you in charge of a squad somewhere.*
*Not to be taken seriously
Why yes, I'm on an NCIS kick(again), couldn't you tell?
1. You never said if the voice was male or female when first introduced, yet you explicitly call ROB "she" not a few sentences later.
2. You mentioned Coruscant has lovely sunsets twice.(This is the possible psychotic break showing its early ugly head).
3. Your last name isn't Gibbs(Your first name isn't Leroy, but we'll save that for someone with the last name Jenkins, hmm?). Soonest chance you get, change it immediately. Also, start your own list of Gibbs' Rules: Star Wars Edition. And practice the
*Not to be taken seriously
Why yes, I'm on an NCIS kick(again), couldn't you tell?
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Fixed. I'll change it on FF.net and Spacebattles in just a moment.
I did that deliberately. So possible psychotic break. Very brief in the narrative, though.
EDIT: Also, have a cookie.
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Khepri14
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So you already have an idea of if/when said break will occur later on? Or have you already decided if it won't?
EDIT: Also, have a cookie.
Yay!
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I don't think it will, largely because he's trying to up his force sensitivity by meditating and meditating, done correctly, can be quite helpful in dealing with emotional trouble.
Travisplo
The Necromonsieur
And done incorrectly, well, does nothing or turns ya dark and dilusional.
Khepri14
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I believe that will be a big problem, then.
First of all, generally being introspective can help deal with some problems, but this guy(you) died, can't even remember how he died(Whether that's a good or bad thing depends on your interpretation I suppose, because if you don't remember dying, it feels more like you've been kidnapped/jerked out of your own universe/life by an asshole ROB(And wouldn't you look! A ROB in story!) to me at least. Also, even if you did die, you were effectively in isolation for an indeterminate amount of time in the dark, neither of which is good for anyone's mindset and both at once doubly so, and generally not something simple meditation/introspection can help with. Then, let's get into the whole childbirth issue, which is traumatic/gross enough just learning about it, and experiencing it takes it to an entirely new level and the fact that you were(seemingly) raised by droids(so far) without a mention/glimpse of your parents, whoever they are(That's some quality parenting there). Fact is he(you) is probably pretty damn messed up. But he can more'n'likely fake/hid his issues by relying on his past life memories for how to interact as a functioning human without a fuckton of mental issues.)
Secondly, he(you) has no teacher to help him along the way. Meditation seems to be pretty entwined with the Force from what I know*(precious little) of Star Wars canon/backstory, so how do you simply make sure to avoid the Force twisting your mind and thoughts and memories(Mostly Dark Side users seem to show this?) or to just filter out/ignore the Force while practicing introspective mental psychology meditation? A Teacher/Master would be able to guide you in this(Well, a Light-aligned one at least).
Thirdly, this guy(you) has shown no memory knowledge of meditation and the proper way to do so. Do this wrong when your on your own, with no teacher, and trying to hide from Palps and his spies eyes/Force sensitivity, and a lot of things can easily go wrong. Especially with the Force involved.
Fourthly, he's(you) are trying to hide from Palps and his spies/Inquisition eyes/Force Sensitivity. There's no way this can go wrong.
Fifthly, he(you) are not Kyle Katarn, and Kyle Katarn didn't have the mental health issues you more than likely have. Also, I don't know if Kyle ever knew he had the Force while he was an Imp, but you do. And either way, whether Katarn did or did not know he had the Force when he was an Imp, I'm calling extra-strength plot armor on how he "somehow" got missed.
So while I doubt I covered everything/all my thoughts, yeah, introspective meditation might help a little, but unless you get someone to talk to about all this(May I suggest Kreia/Traya? Or a droid with therapist/psychology training?), I rather doubt his(your) mental issues are going to go away anytime soon, unless via handwavium/sweeping it under the rug.
*If anyone knows better about this subject, please tell me how/if I am wrong and please back it up with citations and/or quotes and I'll be more than happy to retract this.
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That's about 4k years off the mark. Other than that, thanks for the analysis. I appreciate it.
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Alpha Zerg
The Last Primal Zerg
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- Zerus
Firstly, not everyone is as attached to life in general as others are. As an example (still true, though), I often go to sleep hoping that I don't wake up in the morning, even though I know that it probably won't happen, and I'm much too prideful to do anything like commit suicide. Sitting by myself in a blank void would get boring, yes, but I wouldn't have any problem with the actual death part of it.
Secondly, meditation is actually really damn easy. 5 minutes on the internet will give you a pretty good foundation, and after that it's all up to you to practice. Starting as a child would actually help you a lot, because sitting in lotus position is really bloody difficult. It's not a necessity for meditation or anything, but it helps a lot*. It just hurts a lot too, unless you have very supple joints, like children do. Starting at a young age would help him in the future.
Don't try to paint everyone with the same brush - sure, many people would react badly to losing everything, but others would just take it in stride. Mental health issues aren't something that you can tell someone whether or not they will have unless you know them personally. My 'source' is that everyone is different, and you are being egotistical if you think you have the ability to judge someone's state of mind by reading only two thousand words written by them.
However, seeing as how Fulcon isn't responding to your post, I'm just going to spoiler this as it doesn't really have anything to do with me. Beyond my being annoyed with what you said, of course.
Secondly, meditation is actually really damn easy. 5 minutes on the internet will give you a pretty good foundation, and after that it's all up to you to practice. Starting as a child would actually help you a lot, because sitting in lotus position is really bloody difficult. It's not a necessity for meditation or anything, but it helps a lot*. It just hurts a lot too, unless you have very supple joints, like children do. Starting at a young age would help him in the future.
(*It aligns your spine properly, reducing the amount of effort you have to put into keeping yourself from slouching, straightens your shoulders, allowing you to breathe deeper and easier, and gives you a very solid base so that you don't need to apply any effort into sitting upright with a straight back.)
Don't try to paint everyone with the same brush - sure, many people would react badly to losing everything, but others would just take it in stride. Mental health issues aren't something that you can tell someone whether or not they will have unless you know them personally. My 'source' is that everyone is different, and you are being egotistical if you think you have the ability to judge someone's state of mind by reading only two thousand words written by them.
However, seeing as how Fulcon isn't responding to your post, I'm just going to spoiler this as it doesn't really have anything to do with me. Beyond my being annoyed with what you said, of course.
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Khepri14
Thus kindly I scatter...
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That's about 4k years off the mark. Other than that, thanks for the analysis. I appreciate it.
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Wouldn't her Force Ghost still exist somewhere in the Galaxy, even after all this time? Then again, I only really know her thanks to osmosis and a little knowledge of KOTOR... And honestly, it's really up to you if she exists in story or not, so I'm not fussed if she doesn't exist in story/setting or does and simply never manages to interact with the MC. No matter what happens, even with my "analysis", I'm really looking forward to where this story goes.
1. Quite true that not everyone is attached to life in general, but I'd like to think that the lives that we, as individuals, have built and our experiences and how they shaped us, our families(both by blood and/or by heart) and our friendships still mean something. Maybe they wouldn't be as big of an impact for one person as it would on another, but it would still affect you to some extent just the same. Especially when you are ripped from everything you well and truly knew into something that's entirely different(in more ways than one) and, quite frankly, utterly fantastical and that only existed in story(and one man's dreams/imagination). So maybe the SI wouldn't go on angsting about his old life, but it would(And probably should from a storytelling position, because I'd call bullshit if the SI wasn't bothered to some extent unless they were an extreme sociopath(Or is it psychopath? I could never remember the difference). Neither of which are mentioned here. But I'm not the author and I'm not gonna dictate what @Fulcon should write and if Fulcon didn't write about it, it's not enough for me to drop the story, especially since it's just starting out.) impact the character in some way. It could be different morals, or ethics, or social mores, etc... Just something.
2. The basics of meditation are easy, but I don't know how easy it is to be a) introspective(we're all kind of biased towards ourselves as individuals and when you've got problems like the ones I mentioned above) and b) to clear your mind and focus on just one thing when you've got the Force interfering with that. Especially when the MC is young, all alone, untrained and uninitiated/unmentored, and planning on trying to hide his Force Powers from damn near everyone. That's the meat of my problem with his mediation really. The other bit is that meditation doesn't really help with pretty much all the problems he(probably) has.
3. Sure, as you say many people would react badly to losing everything, but others would just take it in stride, and I acknowledge that. But there's a major difference between having to leave everything behind and move to a new country(In this day and age, you can easily stay in touch with people you knew, friends, and family via social medie) or losing your home and everything in it from a hurricane or tornado or losing your entire fortune to suddenly dying and being transported/reborn into an entirely new universe(One of which you had thought to be fictional and that's going to be a problem in and of itself) while leaving/losing everything you've ever had behind with no way of ever getting any of it back. Even people who would take things in stride would stumble and maybe they wouldn't stumble massively, but they'd stumble nonetheless.
4. I don't think I'm being egotistical at all. I've read his other story "SHINOBIi: THE RPG" and in the opening sequence, Fulcon seems pretty well adjusted, if a little out of it, before being plopped into a situation he knows and then going all "min-max". So any and all sociopathy/psychopathy(Can never goddamn remember which term fits) seems induced by his(rather extreme) lack of charisma and that the game conditions him to kill all enemies(plot point later on in story), so I think I have a decent chance of ruling extreme sociopathy/psychopathy out of Fulcon's character(as both a person and his SI). Whether he's got anything else, I couldn't guess and wouldn't speculate on. Plus, as mentioned in story, the SI spent an "indeterminate amount of time" in "blackness" before eventually hearing a voice. Isolation isn't good for humans as we're social animals. We need to interact with others(to what extent varies from person to person). So that's strike one. Strike two: Isolation in darkness. That's even worse because it fucks with your sense of time and messes you up over long time periods. You could make the argument that it doesn't matter now because he's dead and has no physical body but that just brings me to #3. Strike 3: His mind/soul is still alive. Can still think. But he can't move, can't do anything but think(I think the closest trope is "I Have No Mouth, But I Must Scream"? Dunno, not good at tropes.). And yet he had no interaction except for the ROB and she only appeared after only Fulcon knows how long.
5. The evidence that mainly points the potential psychotic break(And the issues therein)(as mentioned in my very first post here) is the two times the line about Coruscant having beautiful sunsets appeared. It's small, sure. But it's there. Fulcon confirmed the possibility. So we'll see what future updates will bring.
All I am really saying though, is that meditation, and meditation alone, isn't enough to really deal with all the possible(And please do note that I said possible) issues that lead to the potential(Note I also said potential) psychotic break.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
If I can recommend anything, it'd be going to Tatooine and asking Obi Wan for training.
If I can recommend anything else, it'd be combining R2 AI with a vocaliser, and installing it into a space ship as an onboard AI, with all the languages of a protocol droid. There's so much that SW ships didn't do that someone who's watched ST could conceive of. Shipboard AI to control the shipboard guns, putting the ships cockpit away from space, with wrap around monitors to observe space. Et cetera.
Edit: @Fulcon an addition. While you're young you could build a hover sphere with an AI, vocaliser, basic tools, slicing capabilities, storage capabilities for food, targetting sensors and an ai controlled small stunblaster. When you're an adult having smaller versions following you around as backup, and mechanics for the ship would be awesome.
You're a free person, Anakin was able to get the code from somewhere for the C3P0 AI, you should be able to find a better version on the holonet. Look out for those Linux groups on the holonet who might be able to help you.
If I can recommend anything else, it'd be combining R2 AI with a vocaliser, and installing it into a space ship as an onboard AI, with all the languages of a protocol droid. There's so much that SW ships didn't do that someone who's watched ST could conceive of. Shipboard AI to control the shipboard guns, putting the ships cockpit away from space, with wrap around monitors to observe space. Et cetera.
Edit: @Fulcon an addition. While you're young you could build a hover sphere with an AI, vocaliser, basic tools, slicing capabilities, storage capabilities for food, targetting sensors and an ai controlled small stunblaster. When you're an adult having smaller versions following you around as backup, and mechanics for the ship would be awesome.
You're a free person, Anakin was able to get the code from somewhere for the C3P0 AI, you should be able to find a better version on the holonet. Look out for those Linux groups on the holonet who might be able to help you.
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On the subject of Kyle Katarn being missed, you have to remember that Star Wars is a big universe. If, for example, the US military said that people with X (poorly understood genetic indicators) for Y (easily concealed personal trait) wouldn't be eligible for service, assuming said personal trait is uncommon but not immensely so, how likely would they be to successfully screen all 1.5ish million members of the military?
There's a significant chance someone slips through the cracks. The technician doing the test is lazy, or new, or just males a mistake. The doctor going over the results misinterprets the fairly obscure and poorly understood signs of force sensitivity. Or the recruiter is having a bad day, and quietly fast tracks his last recruit and skips some of the least important tests so that he can just go home (admittedly unlikely in the US military, but not for, say, Indian or Brazilian military).
That's for a force less than 2 million string recruiting from a population of 300 million. So much chance for error, eventually someone slips through. Now this is much more likely with the Imperial military, because that's a force several billion string recruiting for a population of... Apparently too large to be accurately estimated by the Internet.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
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And it doesn't account for all the millions who were caught in the nets. Sure, one massively powerful force loved character wasn't caught, but how many more of the same potential power or more were taken? That's what people miss when they focus on the one who passed through.
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I was thinking of heading over to Dagobah to have a chat with Yoda, but maybe Obi Wan would be more...willing.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
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- Australia
Yoda's probably the best, since he trained thousands of younglings in their beginnings. And since you've played the games, read the books and comics, and watched the movies, you know that virtually anything's possible with the force. Your problem might be that your preconceptions outweigh what the force can actually do, or doing it skillfully enough that the Emperor doesn't notice.
Whether or not he's willing to teach anyone though- Can't see why he wouldn't be.
Whether or not he's willing to teach anyone though- Can't see why he wouldn't be.
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