That's because it's an attempt to have your cake and eat it too. There's nothing wrong with Juyo, Jedi have been using it since before the time of the Old Republic without falling just by respecting the aggression that it uses and not teaching it to people that don't have the self control for it. But Vaapad tries to actively channel the dark side rather than just aggression, because the current Jedi don't see a difference between the two. So if your control slips even for an instant then you're suddenly main lining pure darkness. And that shit never ends well for anyone.
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May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest)
- Thread starter Dr. Snark
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Deepa Billaba was actually retconned. The entire novel Shatterpoint never happened as far as I can tell, and she never went crazy. She's actually Kanan Jarrus's (the guy from Rebels) mentor and saved him from order 66. That's why I asked if her going nuts and falling into a coma was still a thing, because if so, Mother Tamran could probably heal her and Deepa's nearly as good as Windu in a fight.
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- Germany
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The Omake Dragon
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- New York
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- He/Him
CiaCia's Bizarre Adventure: Salvage Tendency
Jonz preferred to think of himself as a 'Deep Space Archeologist' rather than accept that his job consisted of trolling asteroid fields for poor souls who had crashed their ships trying to pass through for whatever reason and taking anything of value back to his bosses. It let him maintain a bit of dignity. After all, archeologists and grave robbers did the same thing, but archeologists tended to stay out of prison.
"Any electrical signatures on the scanners?" Jonz asked his partner as he came back with lunch. He sat the second plate down in front of Marcen and took his own seat, ready to hear about how there was nothing out there. Again.
"Lemme check." replied Marcen groaning as he leaned forward. The scanners beeped quietly as they scoured the asteroid field for any electronics that still had a bit of power in them. "I got a faint signal. Machine must either be crazy small or almost dead."
"Plot a course through the asteroids to it." commanded Jonz reluctantly. "It's probably the best we'll get."
The old junker they owned navigated the dangerous asteroid field, getting ever closer to the source of the faint electrical impulses. The two finally got close enough, and Jonz stood up. "I'm suiting up and headed out. Guide me, alright?"
"Sure thing." Agreed Marcen nonchalantly, as if the slightest inconvenience would make him reconsider.
Jonz donned the suit that would protect him from the vacuum of space. Unlike the old ship, they had spared no expense with these suits. Tethered to the airlock, he called Marcen on his comm. "Alright, I'm not seeing anything, just more asteroids."
"It should be about ten meters to your left, drifting slowly towards you from the look of it." informed Marcen, staring at the scanner.
Jonz turned his head and squinted his eyes. "Nothing but asteroids. There's a smaller one near where you said the signal was coming from though. Maybe it's affixed somehow. I'll check it out." The archeologist propelled himself closer to the small asteroid, and his eyes widened as he got close enough to make out some details. "Marcen, I think the asteroid is the signal. I'm bringing him aboard."
"Him?" asked Marcen, thoroughly confused. He didn't have time to dwell on it, cursing as he rushed to prep the ship for Jonz's return. "Are you mad? Why are you bringing a rock on board?"
Jonz took a deep breath as he removed his helmet. "It's not a rock." he said excitedly. "It's a man. Look right there. It's a face, and there's a hand. He's been frozen solid."
"That's morbid as hell." said Marcen, a look of horror etched onto his face. "But this kind of stuff happens sometimes, I guess. So he has the signal on him?"
"Only thing that makes sense." shrugged Jonz. "Let's thaw him out and grab it. Then we'll give the poor bastard a proper burial. Least we can do."
The two cranked up the heat in the cargo hold to thaw their deceased passenger out faster. "I'm going back to see if we can't get the salvage off of him." said Jonz after some time had passed. The man had indeed thawed out, no longer a solid ball of ice with human features poking out but a human male. Though his godlike physique made Jonz a tad jealous. The fact that he was practically naked didn't help matters at all.
Beyond his rippling muscles, a few other things stuck out as definitively alien. Three small horns poked out from his long hair, and looking at his back revealed several bony protrusions and a set of wings, damaged from their time in space. Maybe they'd give him to some of the scientists to see just what he was exactly before they buried him.
Feeling a little bad, Jonz began patting him down, searching for the trinket that had tripped their sensors. As he was probing for subdermal injections beneath the chest, Jonz almost had a heart attack. The impossible had happened. Despite Jonz bringing the man in as an icy rock, he could have sworn the mysterious man had just breathed.
The next hours were spent in a panic, Marcen piloting the ship back to base as quickly as possible while Jonz sat over their guest with a blaster rifle pointed at his head in case he made any sudden moves. Despite the color returning to the man's once frozen skin and his breathing becoming less and less shallow, he still continued to just stare in silence, unblinking. It was as if he had ceased thinking, despite surviving the vacuum of space, a feat near impossible, particularly when nude.
Jonz was all too eager to dump him on the scientists, explain what had happened in brief, and high tail it back to deep space.
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Ciaran was called down to the genetics labs by the head of her Arkanian staff. Officially they weren't divded by race, but they worked together voluntarily, and until someone complained about it Ciaran didn't bother arguing with results. Still, there hadn't been any genetic modifications for any of her inner circle, which left her wondering exactly just what they wanted with her.
From the scientist running up to her, Ciaran had a suspicion she was about to find out. "Ah, Lady Ciaran. Thank you for coming. You simply must see him, it's amazing."
Ciaran held her questions until the Arkanian scientist led her into the lab. Lying on the table was a large man, staring at the ceiling unblinkingly. Other than his lack of reaction to anything at all, he seemed in better shape than anyone she had ever seen.
"What did you do to him?" asked Ciaran. This kind of physical perfection could be an amazing boon for her troops on the ground, but if it broke their minds it clearly wasn't worth it.
"Nothing." responded the scientist simply. "Or at least, nothing permanent. He was picked up by a salvage team the other day. We don't know for how long, but he was in deep space wearing nothing but that a few days ago." He gestured at the loincloth.
"That's impossible." muttered Ciaran.
"It gets better." said the scientist, grinning like a child. He approached the table and picked up a scalpel. "Watch." he commanded, before stabbing into the man's chest. Like before, he didn't even flinch or grunt in pain at the violent wound. Ciaran stared in awe as the bleeding wound knitted itself shut in seconds.
"We've tried everything we can think of. So far, nothing has proven capable of killing him." Said the scientist happily. "Some of us wanted to throw him into a volcano before we realized we didn't have a way to fish him back out afterwards."
"So you're saying this man is… immortal?" asked an awed Ciaran. Sages and Masters of the Force had pursued immortality for millennia, and somehow this person had achieved it, only to lose his mind in the void of space.
"Near as we can tell? Yes. DNA analysis was underway, but… it kept shifting. Based on what we saw though, there's nothing we could mod in to make him better. He's the ultimate lifeform." said the Arkanian, shaking his head. Ciaran knew what a big deal that was. The Arkanians were the galaxy's foremost genemodders, and were notorious for modding everything they saw. For them to leave good enough alone was unprecedented, and likely meant they saw this creature as already perfect.
"Can we… use his DNA as a template for modding others?" she asked, both fearing and hoping the answer was yes.
"We're obviously throwing everything we can at cracking it, but right now it's too variable for us." admitted the Arkanian, his tone dropping from jubilant for the first time. "Projections have the project taking years without some kind of breakthrough miracle."
Ciaran cursed her luck mentally, and cast a longing look towards the perfect being that lay silently across the room. One day.
AN: I mean, we did roll really high on that salvage roll and he is just floating around in space…
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who is that supposed to be? is he evil? i bet he's evil
Now now, evil is just a matter of perspective.
But, from the perspective of someone sane? Yes. Very.
Panory
The Omake Dragon
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- New York
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- He/Him
Nah bro, he saved a puppy that one time. That makes his evil more ambiguous than most Jojo antagonists.
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- Tulsa Oklahoma
Well, seeing as you are most likely the best person to ask about this: are there other elements from the Dark Souls universe in this storyline besides us?
lordchaos99
(I have left SV)
Teron didn't know what Dark Souls or Miraluka were when the initial voters tricked him into a Force Sensitive DS Reference for the Main Character and her organization.
Also, the best person to ask is always the current QM
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Say, has anyone wrote an omake where Ciaran helps Satine and Siri express their appreciation to Obi wan for not telling them that he's going to fake his death? Because that seems like a thing that should happen.
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- america
given how fricken big the galaxy is? i wouldn't be surprised if there was a extra reference or two.
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- Tulsa Oklahoma
So shall we see the Abyss, or find the First Flame and Bed of Chaos?
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the bed of chaos could be a sith experiment gone wrong the abyss could be a sith experiment gone wrong, the first flame could be a JEDI experiment gone wrong.
the abyss could be the dark side made manifest. but you know, not a whiny bitch like the son (i mean, he should have at least have some common sense, he knows the the dark side does to people. HE IS THE DARK SIDE. he should know not to listen to the sith for advice ) (unless im missing something)
Darrenb209
"Who are you, who do not know your history?"
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That still supports my idea that the Son is just suffering from extended "being a teenager". They'll listen to any idea and go through with it if the person pitching it sounds supportive and is remotely convincing. Even if they know they shouldn't trust the person.
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- somewhere over there.
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- They/It
The sad/funny thing is that the manifestations of the Abyss are more ambiguous in being good or evil than the Son seems to be. They're very human in their motivations even if they take it to unhealthy extremes. Though I suppose that would make sense, considering what the Abyss is.
The Abyss is unlikely to make any appearance, what with it being kinda sorta Hades but also the collective manifestation of all humanity. That's...hard to make run of Star Wars rules, unless you decide that to make it a manifestation of the Dark Side as a location. And not just the hatred and evil part of the Dark Side, but all the other emotions intrinsic to sapient beings as well. Huh. Now that I've said that, that almost sounds like something we might find.
The First Flame is a metaphor for the beginning of the universe, so you could argue that we're playing in the Age of Fire right now. On a more literal scale, you could probably bullshit it into some kind of strange force artifact, but without the whole entropy thing, it's not really the same.
The Bed is the easiest by far. We could find a tree monster on any of a thousand planets, the Daughters of Chaos sound like a great name for a force sect of female pyrokinetics, and there's no reason there couldn't have been some scientific experiment to induce force sensitivity that turned people into mutants with a natural talent for said pyrokenesis.
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lordchaos99
(I have left SV)
You don't even need scientific experiments, naturally occurring Force Sensitive races already exist.
Red Sith: specialising in the Dark Side
Miraluka: specialising in Force Sight
Felucians maybe? Not sure if they are 100% Sensitive
Red Sith: specialising in the Dark Side
Miraluka: specialising in Force Sight
Felucians maybe? Not sure if they are 100% Sensitive
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- somewhere over there.
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- They/It
Yeah, but the reason there are Demons in DS is because of a failed attempt to make a new Flame, and I was trying to mirror that.
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- At the Edge of Insanity
No idea, thats up to Dr. Snark.
Lies and slander! I have played Demon Souls and Dark Souls: Prepare to Die Edition. Also am aware of Dark Souls 2 and 3 and Bloodborne... and once I can afford it (I'm pretty damn poor) I'll buy Nioh.
Also, I know what a Miraluka is. I have played Jedi Knight (where Jerec shows up) and Kotor 2 (where Visas Mar shows up) and TOR (where the Miraluka also show up and are even playable).
Joseph voice: OH MY GOD!
Also, the world needs more JoJo. *says the guy who is suffering from JoJo overdose for months by now*
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Man...another PR-1 briefing...there's going to be so many options to choose for the next turn, isn't there? Is there any way to get more slots on what we can pick? Personal actions are always going to be small, as are Hero Units since there are a set number of characters to do them, but the Abyss Watchers as a whole should still be growing and getting bigger right? Couldn't we do more stuff that way? And some of these options, like, I could see it taking a full year to recover and refit a capital ship, but I don't think raiding the crap out of ruins should take that long, or at least, not for only one set of ruins. Planet-scale activities are understandable.
Edit: Or is part of the problem that the author can't write that much stuff? In that case, might as well go the same route Sage did for CORE quest, and break-up results into multiple parts.
Edit: Or is part of the problem that the author can't write that much stuff? In that case, might as well go the same route Sage did for CORE quest, and break-up results into multiple parts.
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At this rate it would take Dr. Snark a month per turn or worse. Thats NOT something we want to happen.
Not sure if this has been discussed (not planning on reading the hundreds of pages of discussion to catch up on that), but I'm a little put off by HK calling Ciara "meatbag," as opposed to master. Iirc he calls her "Master," when he first awakens. From my memory of KoToR he calls his master(s) "Master," and everyone else meatbag or "former master." In addition, I believe he prefers "primary function," to "primary programming," in how he phrases things. Minor nitpick, but for such an iconic character it makes a big difference.
This is really fun. Glad to be up to date now.
This is really fun. Glad to be up to date now.
lordchaos99
(I have left SV)
Not sure if this has been discussed (not planning on reading the hundreds of pages of discussion to catch up on that), but I'm a little put off by HK calling Ciara "meatbag," as opposed to master. Iirc he calls her "Master," when he first awakens. From my memory of KoToR he calls his master(s) "Master," and everyone else meatbag or "former master." In addition, I believe he prefers "primary function," to "primary programming," in how he phrases things. Minor nitpick, but for such an iconic character it makes a big difference.
This is really fun. Glad to be up to date now.
The primary function is a good nitpick, but I think the Ciara = Meatbag is actually subtle hints that HK is playing with us and reversed the hacking that made him loyal. He is rather adamant we return to the last known location (to him) of Darth Revan
