Max Uristwell
Custodian of the Toobs
- Location
- United Kingdom
"Former Abyss Watcher. Retired, still have clearance."
May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest)
- Thread starter Dr. Snark
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- star wars canon what canon tsundere dice ck2 quest actions have consequences all the credits all work and no play makes ciaran a dull girl best sister capitalism ho! despairing qm teetotaller society member gotta catch 'em all insanity looting off the rails sage dice approaching spicy sheev tsundere asajj
Poor Riphath he manged to hit that sweet spot of being to high up to retire and not high enough to retire. Lower ranked and he's not valuable enough to devote the effort to keep if he wants too. Higher up and the there's too much risk to devote the effort in keeping him if he might hold a grudge over it
- Location
- Leeds
...
It's mostly the horror movie movie death flags isn't it? Things like leaving the door open, asking who's there, saying it must be nothing, going out on the anniversary of that gruesome murder, having sex (although he and Darra might have hit that one) and being black... I realise now that I have no idea what ethnicity Riphath is, little help?
- Location
- Middle of Nowhere
Well, he could resign, but he'll probably wind up in the Village shortly afterwards.
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Fortunately there's a solution to that, 40 acres and a bantha on Lordran. It's the Shadowtown Principle, you get your own space to do whatever you want to do, but you're kept under hidden surveillance and you're not allowed to leave the planet, unless we really need you.
I suppose there's also the worry of whether one is allowed to retire freely, some people might be allowed to retire to places where they can be kept an eye on.
But there are definitely people who know too much like poor Gulan to be able to actually stop.
But there are definitely people who know too much like poor Gulan to be able to actually stop.
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Tython. As unofficial ambassador to the Contemplative Jedi (with the potential of the Watchers coming to him because they need him as a ticking time bomb waiting to go off and ruin his life).
Alternatively? His own private island on Spira or Belazura wouldn't be bad.
I haven't actually picked an ethnicity for Riphath. Star Wars, I've noticed, is more about Outer Rim vs Inner Rim vs Core. He's from some nowhere agriworld (which I named in one of my omakes but I now can't find it), though, so farming is about the last thing he'd actually want to do.
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KhazintheDark
May or may not be insane...
- Location
- Not where you are. Probably.
Could anything be done with the Jedi's Ghost Prison? It's in the mass shadow of the sixth moon of Diab. It's also where they store all the assassins, cyborgs.etc they capture. The warden is a singular, lone, Jedi master. Who goes long periods of time without reinforcement or rotation. Six months alone with naught save the prisoners.
*really wishes there was a sith quest to take advantage of the opportunity*
*really wishes there was a sith quest to take advantage of the opportunity*
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
So...I suppose that given the no-spoilers-before-the-update policy on the Foundry Raid, I can't yet submit this omake...
outside a spoiler box, in keeping with the rolls having been within one for the past two days.
Yeah. I don't like thinking about that. Mostly on account of choosing in a moment of stupid bravery to fight the big guy and very nearly getting killed. After that? I started looking for powers that would have me not involved in combat. Battle Meditation. Darkvision. Burst Of Light. Unofficial Ambassador to the Tython Jedi.
After all this? Well, Grievous decided I needed some of his unique guidance, so he recommended I take a walk. I didn't realize that walk would take place on Myrkr, home of the Ysalamiri that muted the Force and the Vornskr that hunted with it. That was, well, it was an experience. One I'd rather not repeat.
I trained more medics, because I knew in the back of my mind we were going to the Foundry again.
After that? I went back to Tython. Darra was largely recovered from the upgrade to her prosthetics and I spent I don't-even-know how much time there.
I arrived at the Home to find people gearing up to raid the Foundry again. I recognized a few faces, but there were some new ones too. Dani I knew, Kygeetu I was familiar with. I mean, I was culturally probably something like half-Kaleesh by now and I'd worked with Dani, if I didn't know those two something was wrong.
One of them I thought I might have recognized from the raid itself, but I couldn't place his name. Look, I'm bad at names, okay? The big cat, though, him I recognized from the warehouse. He'd saved my life that time and I owed him one. Rumors around the Abyss Watchers held that he'd left a message for Asajj in her underwear drawer and lived to tell the tale. Maybe if we both lived through this I'd have to ask him.
"So. Last time I went to the Foundry was in a heavy speeder. I had the benefit of a big gun, layers of armor, and a shield generator normally reserved for, like, a Delta 7 or something. This time? This time it's just me. This is...well, it's terrifying," I started.
I saw the one I'd recognized from the raid. "It's why I packed as many explosives as I could for this," he told me.
"Good. I'm going to do a little bit of Battle Meditation for us once we get there," I said.
"Battle Meditation?" Dani asked. "When the hell did you pick that up? I mean, that would have been useful back when--"
"After that--because of that, actually," I answered. "I was trying to hide from being in a direct combat role because that episode messed me up. Of course, here I am anyway, status post one month hike on Myrkr and some back-channel diplomacy."
The flight to the Foundry? Look, there's no getting around it. I was scared. Previous simulations had shown pretty devastating results once we got to this floor. I focused. Channeled that fear into awareness, into speed. If I was going to be afraid, it was going to be a productive afraid.
I double-checked my emergency medicine and emergency surgery kits. I'd be carrying them into the field myself this time. No loading them onto the Equus this time. Fortunately, they were compact enough to fit under my customary green robe, even with the new Phrik-Beskar armor and my weapons. For all that you'd think carrying two melee weapons and a gun that burned big holes in things would leave me without a lot of space...the wan-shen was collapsible, the lightsaber was just a hilt when extinguished, and the blaster was a Dragoneye Reaper instead of some big rifle.
I checked how it all fit in the refresher mirror. Blast. The medicine and surgery packs bulged out a bit. Hopefully it wouldn't make me too much of a target.
_Well, guess I'm just going to have to be that much better. Who am I kidding I'm going to have my hands full keeping myself alive._
Our transport landed on the Foundry and I put on my mask. My boots clunked against the durasteel decking and I took in a big breath of recycled air. "Guess what, Foundry. I'm back. Didja miss me?"
A half-growing voice in the back of my mind rumbled back "With every shot so far."
I turned to look at the rest of the squad hitting the Foundry's defenses. HK-47, droidekas, a couple of droid commandos, the spider droid squad from the last time we hit the Foundry--they'd apparently grown attached to each other. That was one transport, and they were all coming off capacitors and making sure everything was at full charge. The Walker transport was the second, containing the five of us.
Bringing up the rear was the ship I was on last time. The ship with my Kaleesh on it, my heavy speeder with the anti-personnel gun, and the being I couldn't help but see as my old boss, despite the fact that I was now in a different chain of command. Which made me wonder--did I report to Tyro now, or Master Veskasa, or Ciaran directly? My mind went to some kind of pun about "debriefing", which was followed by two...no, three thoughts. Yes, that would be fun; no, I would never be able to get out of the organization because I'd 'know too much'; no, she's not the one who has my interest. The first two had been with me ever since The Home. Look, I've got eyes, Ciaran knows Matukai stuff and is in great physical condition, from a clinical standpoint it would be objectively pretty spectacular. On the other hand...my mind went back to my coppery-haired stubborn cuss of a sparring partner, running partner...life partner? I'd have to think about that one. Talk to her about it. I'd heard rumors about a Jedi meld as a sort of variant of Battle Meditation, guiding a plural number of individuals to act as one. Given that the Jedi already were aware of that and used it, clearly they were okay with attachments on some levels. Something to talk about later.
Oh yeah, there was also one other individual on it. Armored. More on that later.
I shook my head. _Right now I need to think about surviving here. Anything after that is just that. After. Not now. Your focus determines your reality._
We walked to the elevator and I saw someone rig it for the next level. I then sat in the position I'd found best for Battle Meditation, focused. I wasn't so sure of my ability to affect either the droid minds of our allies or our foes, so I focused on our biological allies. Strengthening their hopes and shrinking their fears. Of clearing this deck and creating a path to the shutdown switch. I was placing an image of success in the minds of our allies. Of the Kaleesh and the Walkers.
I then stood up. "Shall we then?"
The Droidekas laid down a swath of suppression fire, with the droid commandos and spider droid hive precision-targeting individual clusters of dangerous droids. Squads of Kaleesh proceeded on the search-and-destroy drill Grievous had trained for years. I heard the repeating fire of the blaster cannon on my old speeder.
We Walkers were interspersed between Kaleesh squads. The big cat roared and started laying waste to the enemy. Dani's shooting bordered on surgical. It wasn't long before HK-47 put a blast in the center of the droid standing between him and the shutdown switch and all the other droids stopped. "Just like that. A few more floors."
I sat and meditated again before the next floor, remaining in the elevator and focusing my power on keeping morale high. The rhythmic blaster fire of the droidekas and the spider droid hive bordered on musical. I raised my blaster and fired at a squad of exterminator droids that were coming for me, but missed. They neared optimal attack range...and then the bombs went off. A sequence of high-power blasts that cooked off battle droid fuel cells and led to more secondary explosions...which sent shrapnel into power lines of other exterminator droids causing them to short and then ignite their batteries. The Walker I'd talked to, the one who'd mentioned packing as much combustible material as possible? I'm pretty sure I saw him throw something like a salute back over his shoulder before moving on.
Morale seemed pretty fantastic as we headed for the next elevator, the remaining droids shutting down after the switch had been set, so I looked for a pair of squads to work with. It wasn't long before I found my old squad. Grievous' personal guard. "Good to see you boys again."
Rondaes cleared her throat.
"And you, Rondaes. Extra glad to see you again."
She nodded.
I went with them, providing cover fire and keeping enemy counter-fire off them with Blazing Chains. They did the rest. Another chorus of blasts echoed through the corridors, telling me that our demolitionist Walker had arranged another set of well-placed fireballs.
A heat-shimmer in the air and the characteristic overworked groan of the engine told me that the new pilot of the _Equus_ was working it pretty hard.
_I got a funny feeling he's going to learn the same lesson I did about the gun overheating on full-auto. Something I forgot to put in the debrief, or that I thought would get worked out once Cheriss got to it. She did get to it, right?_
I tailed him and the spider droids, hoping to add my fire to theirs and deflect shots away from them best as I could. Sure enough, about a minute into this deck, I heard the whine of the gun overheating and shutting down to cool. "It overheats on full-auto! Stick to burst fire!" I called towards the new pilot. I'd just finished speaking when I heard chatter between the spider droids. "Aww come on. You're droids, you shouldn't have unit drama!" I shook my head, my shot going wide when a detonation blastwave knocked me off my feet. I'd just about lined up my next shot when the exterminator droids stopped moving.
We took the elevator down to the last deck. Within the deck, there was a room that HK-47 announced contained the master shutdown switch for the facility. Given its importance, access was limited.
At that point, the armored mystery figure removed their helmet. Thrawn. "Right. Limited deployment means we should ensure that maximum unit efficiency. Walkers, Grievous, HK, Spiders, Speeder squad, personal guard. I'll be observing through the holorecorders attached to your armor and provide tactical support through your comms."
_Sir, did you have to put me at risk in addition to the group of beings I'd call my brothers and sisters? Ah hell, of course you did, we're the best at what we do._
I pushed aside the moment of doubt, but as we walked in I wasn't the only one. "I've got a bad feeling about this," one of the other walkers mentioned. _Well, at least I'm not the only one._
We'd gotten halfway to the switch, but in our way was a large cluster of scrap metal...which stood up, seemingly in the shape of HK-47, but larger, and more well-armed. I could feel the burning heat of hate radiating off the scrap. "Contact!" I fired at the cluster, but my shot didn't seem to hit anything important. I heard the cycling of the Equus blaster cannon, the shots chewing through the mass of the thing. The spiders seemed to continue chattering amongst themselves, only interrupted as a missile swung about half a meter away from me as I redirected it into a bulkhead. "Look, I've dealt with unit drama longer than you guys have been self-aware. Stop your argument before that abomination stops it for you, by blasting you guys into a thousand tiny pieces." I dropped to the deck as an automatic blaster cannon scorched the air where I'd once stood. I rolled away, tossed my blaster between the spider droids. "Look, you gotta work it out. As for me?" I grasped the handle of my scythe, flicked it out to its full length. "I'm done playing around. Time to end this."
I drew on the Force, felt the flames light up bright and hot and high. I shouted something in Kaleesh normally reserved for blood feuds, directed at the scrap metal abomination and charged straight at it, hooking my scythe along its leg and then springing up, slicing through the rest of its armor and opening it up, planting my feet on the thing's head and then springing off, pulling my scythe with me. I saw the big cat man punch both paws into the slash I'd made and rip open the armor plating to expose its core.
I'm not quite sure what HK-47 said, but I'm pretty sure he said something before landing the shot that ended it. Mostly because he couldn't stand to see that kind of opportunity pass him by.
HK then went and hit the shutdown switch. "Right," I said, walking over and collecting my blaster before holstering both it and the wan-shen. "Time to do my other job," I said, removing my mask and pocketing it, dropping my hood. "No rest for the weary," I jokingly griped. "Right, what sort of casualties are we looking at here?"
No fatalities. Some Kaleesh with cramps, one with a turned ankle, a couple of blaster grazes. One of them joked that I probably hurt the feelings of the spider droid hive, but I'd deal with that if I saw them ever again.
For now? For now I'd take care of other business in the galaxy before making another trip to Tython. I was becoming rather fond of that planet. "We sniff the air, we don't kiss the dirt."
The Kaleesh whose blaster burn I was treating looked confused. "Sir?"
"Never mind." He probably wasn't even old enough to know the reference I was making, to a show I'd found out about when I was doing my undergrad work.
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On the flight back to the Home, I turned to the cat man. "So...Koliya?"
"Yeah?"
"What was Ventress's underwear drawer like? No, not for that. I just want leverage so she doesn't send me at an three meter tall Sith with a lightsaber like a cricket bat...again."
At the mention of a three meter tall Sith, Dani walked over. "You volunteered to fight him yourself. I was there when he nearly killed you."
"It seemed like the thing to do," I answered. "Also, if I had that leverage, I might not have gotten drafted into that ambush team in the first place. So, Koliya, spill. Polka dots? Stripes?"
A/N: A Firefly reference? In MY Barondoctor omake? It's more likely than you think!
outside a spoiler box, in keeping with the rolls having been within one for the past two days.
Return to the Foundry
A lot had happened in the months since we went to the Foundry the first time. I'd been made an Abyss Walker, built a lightsaber to go with my wan-shen. After that? Well, there was the Jedi Temple Bombing, where I'd been asked to watch over a probably-reformed ex-terrorist who specialized in explosives and radical ideology. That wasn't too bad, before getting pulled in to deal with some Sith Acolytes.
Yeah. I don't like thinking about that. Mostly on account of choosing in a moment of stupid bravery to fight the big guy and very nearly getting killed. After that? I started looking for powers that would have me not involved in combat. Battle Meditation. Darkvision. Burst Of Light. Unofficial Ambassador to the Tython Jedi.
After all this? Well, Grievous decided I needed some of his unique guidance, so he recommended I take a walk. I didn't realize that walk would take place on Myrkr, home of the Ysalamiri that muted the Force and the Vornskr that hunted with it. That was, well, it was an experience. One I'd rather not repeat.
I trained more medics, because I knew in the back of my mind we were going to the Foundry again.
After that? I went back to Tython. Darra was largely recovered from the upgrade to her prosthetics and I spent I don't-even-know how much time there.
I arrived at the Home to find people gearing up to raid the Foundry again. I recognized a few faces, but there were some new ones too. Dani I knew, Kygeetu I was familiar with. I mean, I was culturally probably something like half-Kaleesh by now and I'd worked with Dani, if I didn't know those two something was wrong.
One of them I thought I might have recognized from the raid itself, but I couldn't place his name. Look, I'm bad at names, okay? The big cat, though, him I recognized from the warehouse. He'd saved my life that time and I owed him one. Rumors around the Abyss Watchers held that he'd left a message for Asajj in her underwear drawer and lived to tell the tale. Maybe if we both lived through this I'd have to ask him.
"So. Last time I went to the Foundry was in a heavy speeder. I had the benefit of a big gun, layers of armor, and a shield generator normally reserved for, like, a Delta 7 or something. This time? This time it's just me. This is...well, it's terrifying," I started.
I saw the one I'd recognized from the raid. "It's why I packed as many explosives as I could for this," he told me.
"Good. I'm going to do a little bit of Battle Meditation for us once we get there," I said.
"Battle Meditation?" Dani asked. "When the hell did you pick that up? I mean, that would have been useful back when--"
"After that--because of that, actually," I answered. "I was trying to hide from being in a direct combat role because that episode messed me up. Of course, here I am anyway, status post one month hike on Myrkr and some back-channel diplomacy."
The flight to the Foundry? Look, there's no getting around it. I was scared. Previous simulations had shown pretty devastating results once we got to this floor. I focused. Channeled that fear into awareness, into speed. If I was going to be afraid, it was going to be a productive afraid.
I double-checked my emergency medicine and emergency surgery kits. I'd be carrying them into the field myself this time. No loading them onto the Equus this time. Fortunately, they were compact enough to fit under my customary green robe, even with the new Phrik-Beskar armor and my weapons. For all that you'd think carrying two melee weapons and a gun that burned big holes in things would leave me without a lot of space...the wan-shen was collapsible, the lightsaber was just a hilt when extinguished, and the blaster was a Dragoneye Reaper instead of some big rifle.
I checked how it all fit in the refresher mirror. Blast. The medicine and surgery packs bulged out a bit. Hopefully it wouldn't make me too much of a target.
_Well, guess I'm just going to have to be that much better. Who am I kidding I'm going to have my hands full keeping myself alive._
Our transport landed on the Foundry and I put on my mask. My boots clunked against the durasteel decking and I took in a big breath of recycled air. "Guess what, Foundry. I'm back. Didja miss me?"
A half-growing voice in the back of my mind rumbled back "With every shot so far."
I turned to look at the rest of the squad hitting the Foundry's defenses. HK-47, droidekas, a couple of droid commandos, the spider droid squad from the last time we hit the Foundry--they'd apparently grown attached to each other. That was one transport, and they were all coming off capacitors and making sure everything was at full charge. The Walker transport was the second, containing the five of us.
Bringing up the rear was the ship I was on last time. The ship with my Kaleesh on it, my heavy speeder with the anti-personnel gun, and the being I couldn't help but see as my old boss, despite the fact that I was now in a different chain of command. Which made me wonder--did I report to Tyro now, or Master Veskasa, or Ciaran directly? My mind went to some kind of pun about "debriefing", which was followed by two...no, three thoughts. Yes, that would be fun; no, I would never be able to get out of the organization because I'd 'know too much'; no, she's not the one who has my interest. The first two had been with me ever since The Home. Look, I've got eyes, Ciaran knows Matukai stuff and is in great physical condition, from a clinical standpoint it would be objectively pretty spectacular. On the other hand...my mind went back to my coppery-haired stubborn cuss of a sparring partner, running partner...life partner? I'd have to think about that one. Talk to her about it. I'd heard rumors about a Jedi meld as a sort of variant of Battle Meditation, guiding a plural number of individuals to act as one. Given that the Jedi already were aware of that and used it, clearly they were okay with attachments on some levels. Something to talk about later.
Oh yeah, there was also one other individual on it. Armored. More on that later.
I shook my head. _Right now I need to think about surviving here. Anything after that is just that. After. Not now. Your focus determines your reality._
We walked to the elevator and I saw someone rig it for the next level. I then sat in the position I'd found best for Battle Meditation, focused. I wasn't so sure of my ability to affect either the droid minds of our allies or our foes, so I focused on our biological allies. Strengthening their hopes and shrinking their fears. Of clearing this deck and creating a path to the shutdown switch. I was placing an image of success in the minds of our allies. Of the Kaleesh and the Walkers.
I then stood up. "Shall we then?"
The Droidekas laid down a swath of suppression fire, with the droid commandos and spider droid hive precision-targeting individual clusters of dangerous droids. Squads of Kaleesh proceeded on the search-and-destroy drill Grievous had trained for years. I heard the repeating fire of the blaster cannon on my old speeder.
We Walkers were interspersed between Kaleesh squads. The big cat roared and started laying waste to the enemy. Dani's shooting bordered on surgical. It wasn't long before HK-47 put a blast in the center of the droid standing between him and the shutdown switch and all the other droids stopped. "Just like that. A few more floors."
I sat and meditated again before the next floor, remaining in the elevator and focusing my power on keeping morale high. The rhythmic blaster fire of the droidekas and the spider droid hive bordered on musical. I raised my blaster and fired at a squad of exterminator droids that were coming for me, but missed. They neared optimal attack range...and then the bombs went off. A sequence of high-power blasts that cooked off battle droid fuel cells and led to more secondary explosions...which sent shrapnel into power lines of other exterminator droids causing them to short and then ignite their batteries. The Walker I'd talked to, the one who'd mentioned packing as much combustible material as possible? I'm pretty sure I saw him throw something like a salute back over his shoulder before moving on.
Morale seemed pretty fantastic as we headed for the next elevator, the remaining droids shutting down after the switch had been set, so I looked for a pair of squads to work with. It wasn't long before I found my old squad. Grievous' personal guard. "Good to see you boys again."
Rondaes cleared her throat.
"And you, Rondaes. Extra glad to see you again."
She nodded.
I went with them, providing cover fire and keeping enemy counter-fire off them with Blazing Chains. They did the rest. Another chorus of blasts echoed through the corridors, telling me that our demolitionist Walker had arranged another set of well-placed fireballs.
A heat-shimmer in the air and the characteristic overworked groan of the engine told me that the new pilot of the _Equus_ was working it pretty hard.
_I got a funny feeling he's going to learn the same lesson I did about the gun overheating on full-auto. Something I forgot to put in the debrief, or that I thought would get worked out once Cheriss got to it. She did get to it, right?_
I tailed him and the spider droids, hoping to add my fire to theirs and deflect shots away from them best as I could. Sure enough, about a minute into this deck, I heard the whine of the gun overheating and shutting down to cool. "It overheats on full-auto! Stick to burst fire!" I called towards the new pilot. I'd just finished speaking when I heard chatter between the spider droids. "Aww come on. You're droids, you shouldn't have unit drama!" I shook my head, my shot going wide when a detonation blastwave knocked me off my feet. I'd just about lined up my next shot when the exterminator droids stopped moving.
We took the elevator down to the last deck. Within the deck, there was a room that HK-47 announced contained the master shutdown switch for the facility. Given its importance, access was limited.
At that point, the armored mystery figure removed their helmet. Thrawn. "Right. Limited deployment means we should ensure that maximum unit efficiency. Walkers, Grievous, HK, Spiders, Speeder squad, personal guard. I'll be observing through the holorecorders attached to your armor and provide tactical support through your comms."
_Sir, did you have to put me at risk in addition to the group of beings I'd call my brothers and sisters? Ah hell, of course you did, we're the best at what we do._
I pushed aside the moment of doubt, but as we walked in I wasn't the only one. "I've got a bad feeling about this," one of the other walkers mentioned. _Well, at least I'm not the only one._
We'd gotten halfway to the switch, but in our way was a large cluster of scrap metal...which stood up, seemingly in the shape of HK-47, but larger, and more well-armed. I could feel the burning heat of hate radiating off the scrap. "Contact!" I fired at the cluster, but my shot didn't seem to hit anything important. I heard the cycling of the Equus blaster cannon, the shots chewing through the mass of the thing. The spiders seemed to continue chattering amongst themselves, only interrupted as a missile swung about half a meter away from me as I redirected it into a bulkhead. "Look, I've dealt with unit drama longer than you guys have been self-aware. Stop your argument before that abomination stops it for you, by blasting you guys into a thousand tiny pieces." I dropped to the deck as an automatic blaster cannon scorched the air where I'd once stood. I rolled away, tossed my blaster between the spider droids. "Look, you gotta work it out. As for me?" I grasped the handle of my scythe, flicked it out to its full length. "I'm done playing around. Time to end this."
I drew on the Force, felt the flames light up bright and hot and high. I shouted something in Kaleesh normally reserved for blood feuds, directed at the scrap metal abomination and charged straight at it, hooking my scythe along its leg and then springing up, slicing through the rest of its armor and opening it up, planting my feet on the thing's head and then springing off, pulling my scythe with me. I saw the big cat man punch both paws into the slash I'd made and rip open the armor plating to expose its core.
I'm not quite sure what HK-47 said, but I'm pretty sure he said something before landing the shot that ended it. Mostly because he couldn't stand to see that kind of opportunity pass him by.
HK then went and hit the shutdown switch. "Right," I said, walking over and collecting my blaster before holstering both it and the wan-shen. "Time to do my other job," I said, removing my mask and pocketing it, dropping my hood. "No rest for the weary," I jokingly griped. "Right, what sort of casualties are we looking at here?"
No fatalities. Some Kaleesh with cramps, one with a turned ankle, a couple of blaster grazes. One of them joked that I probably hurt the feelings of the spider droid hive, but I'd deal with that if I saw them ever again.
For now? For now I'd take care of other business in the galaxy before making another trip to Tython. I was becoming rather fond of that planet. "We sniff the air, we don't kiss the dirt."
The Kaleesh whose blaster burn I was treating looked confused. "Sir?"
"Never mind." He probably wasn't even old enough to know the reference I was making, to a show I'd found out about when I was doing my undergrad work.
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On the flight back to the Home, I turned to the cat man. "So...Koliya?"
"Yeah?"
"What was Ventress's underwear drawer like? No, not for that. I just want leverage so she doesn't send me at an three meter tall Sith with a lightsaber like a cricket bat...again."
At the mention of a three meter tall Sith, Dani walked over. "You volunteered to fight him yourself. I was there when he nearly killed you."
"It seemed like the thing to do," I answered. "Also, if I had that leverage, I might not have gotten drafted into that ambush team in the first place. So, Koliya, spill. Polka dots? Stripes?"
A/N: A Firefly reference? In MY Barondoctor omake? It's more likely than you think!
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(Omake) Rousing Speeches (Canon)
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Pre-raid. No actual spoilers.
Rousing Speeches
It was quiet on Deck 7. The only noise was the cleaning of blasters, the clicks and clanks of droids adjusting their balance, and the priming of explosives. Many, many explosives. No one dared speak, lest they break a comrade's concentration on what they were about to attempt.
Grievous paused in the maintenance of his weapons, taking a deep breath to center himself. It was fortunate he did. Had the Kaleesh warrior been any less composed, he would have started as his fellow commander on this raid broke the silence.
"Request: Might I address the troops? I may be able to assist in motivating them." Several gazes turned to the droid, wondering who had spoken. Once their curiosity was sated, they turned back to their previous tasks.
Grievous gave HK-47 a quizzical look. The assassin droid had never really been one for excess talking, let alone speeches. "You wish to motivate them?"
"Confirmation: Indeed. The Foundry is a cruel mistress, and our task will only grow more difficult the deeper we delve. Anyone with a weaker constitution than you or I may require encouragement, lest they break and run." explained HK-47.
Grievous eyed up the droid in front of him, pondering the request for a moment. "Very well, I see no harm in it. Be my guest." Grievous gestured towards the front of the group. HK-47 nodded in thanks and made his way in front of the doors to the turbolift that would take the raid group to yet unconquered levels of the Foundry.
The silence of the group still reigned supreme, each individual or group intently focused on their own tasks. HK-47 looked around for a moment, as if waiting for them to turn their attention to him. After a few moments of the Abysswatcher forces not giving him their undivided attention in response to his unspoken command, HK-47 elected to get their attention in a more forceful manner.
The sound of a blaster bolt tore through the air, and their credit, everyone in the room, sans Grievous who had seen the noise coming, had their weapons trained on the source of the blaster fire. The blasters lowered once they saw that it was simply HK-47, one arm pointed straight upwards with his blaster rifle in hand. Now that he had their undivided attention, HK-47 spoke.
"Oration: My Master has a great number of enemies, many of which she would like assassinated. As her assassin droid, it is my duty and honor to eradicate those meatbags." began HK-47. "However. My Master also wishes to reclaim the Foundry, a task for which I am uniquely suited. Irritation: I cannot fulfill my primary function until the Foundry is under our complete control. The Foundry *will* be reclaimed today. Anything that stands in my way will be eliminated. It will be quick, painful, and made to look like an accident should that be necessary."
The crowd was silent, with pale faces among those that capable of having the blood drain from their face. It wasn't lost on them that HK-47 was referring to more than just the droids produced by the Foundry, and all silently resolved to pull their own weight. Or at the very least, fail where the irate assassin droid couldn't find them.
AN: Uncle Owen! This HK unit's got a bad motivator, look! I guess bad public speaking is a requirement for our hero units.
Rousing Speeches
It was quiet on Deck 7. The only noise was the cleaning of blasters, the clicks and clanks of droids adjusting their balance, and the priming of explosives. Many, many explosives. No one dared speak, lest they break a comrade's concentration on what they were about to attempt.
Grievous paused in the maintenance of his weapons, taking a deep breath to center himself. It was fortunate he did. Had the Kaleesh warrior been any less composed, he would have started as his fellow commander on this raid broke the silence.
"Request: Might I address the troops? I may be able to assist in motivating them." Several gazes turned to the droid, wondering who had spoken. Once their curiosity was sated, they turned back to their previous tasks.
Grievous gave HK-47 a quizzical look. The assassin droid had never really been one for excess talking, let alone speeches. "You wish to motivate them?"
"Confirmation: Indeed. The Foundry is a cruel mistress, and our task will only grow more difficult the deeper we delve. Anyone with a weaker constitution than you or I may require encouragement, lest they break and run." explained HK-47.
Grievous eyed up the droid in front of him, pondering the request for a moment. "Very well, I see no harm in it. Be my guest." Grievous gestured towards the front of the group. HK-47 nodded in thanks and made his way in front of the doors to the turbolift that would take the raid group to yet unconquered levels of the Foundry.
The silence of the group still reigned supreme, each individual or group intently focused on their own tasks. HK-47 looked around for a moment, as if waiting for them to turn their attention to him. After a few moments of the Abysswatcher forces not giving him their undivided attention in response to his unspoken command, HK-47 elected to get their attention in a more forceful manner.
The sound of a blaster bolt tore through the air, and their credit, everyone in the room, sans Grievous who had seen the noise coming, had their weapons trained on the source of the blaster fire. The blasters lowered once they saw that it was simply HK-47, one arm pointed straight upwards with his blaster rifle in hand. Now that he had their undivided attention, HK-47 spoke.
"Oration: My Master has a great number of enemies, many of which she would like assassinated. As her assassin droid, it is my duty and honor to eradicate those meatbags." began HK-47. "However. My Master also wishes to reclaim the Foundry, a task for which I am uniquely suited. Irritation: I cannot fulfill my primary function until the Foundry is under our complete control. The Foundry *will* be reclaimed today. Anything that stands in my way will be eliminated. It will be quick, painful, and made to look like an accident should that be necessary."
The crowd was silent, with pale faces among those that capable of having the blood drain from their face. It wasn't lost on them that HK-47 was referring to more than just the droids produced by the Foundry, and all silently resolved to pull their own weight. Or at the very least, fail where the irate assassin droid couldn't find them.
AN: Uncle Owen! This HK unit's got a bad motivator, look! I guess bad public speaking is a requirement for our hero units.
First Darra is crippled. And now she's going to be widowed before even wedding Riphath?
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
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If you want a deathflag from Rip, have him man up and say he's retiring from being an active Abysswalker to just being a medic. Of course, he later gets pulled in for the Palpatine Job, with an old buddy asking him to come in for this last job, they need him, etc.
Dr. Snark
Exactly As Planned...Probably
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Just a heads up that the Foundry Raid AAR is progressing apace, and should be done by tomorrow at the latest. But just to reassure people that it's going to be an amazing ride, have a little taste:
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I see Jymeen went to the Anakin Skywalker school of piloting.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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Cheers MATE!!
Oh @Dr. Snark
1. Something I just wanna check, the nanobots we made? If you get an injection of them, how long does the immunity they grant last...I guess what I'm really asking is how long do they last.
2. Compared to the closest modern day equivalent, how powerful are the Foundry's Kill Droids?
Dunno if anyone's already seen this, but
Oh @Dr. Snark
1. Something I just wanna check, the nanobots we made? If you get an injection of them, how long does the immunity they grant last...I guess what I'm really asking is how long do they last.
2. Compared to the closest modern day equivalent, how powerful are the Foundry's Kill Droids?
Dunno if anyone's already seen this, but
Has he tried spinning? I've heard that's a good trick.
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A Leeroy homage.
This shall be very entertaining.
This shall be very entertaining.
But this isn't a space ship, it's a speeder, all that would happen is that he'd be doing donuts with the weapons going full blast.
Not a bad strategy though, be an idiot to confuse the extermination droids, but be resourceful enough in your idiocy to cause carefully calculated collateral destruction.
Max Uristwell
Custodian of the Toobs
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Doesn't the Equus mount a rotary cannon? If so, he's already doing it.
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
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I get so much mileage out of this link, because this gun is so ludicrously optimized for its purpose: Ground Buzzer. A turreted (okay, swivel-mounted per the linked schematic) gun (so spinning wouldn't actually be a problem) capable of firing 12 rounds per second with some rudimentary AI to tag friendlies and enemies. A very simple, very basic concept (a mildly-autonomous gun that can target infantry enemies with vehicle-caliber power across a 360-degree arc of fire) which should seriously be standard on any vehicle we operate.
And that's BEFORE Cheriss gets to it.
And that's BEFORE Cheriss gets to it.
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Ridiculously Average Guy
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In this case, spinning would mean driving the Equus into a wall and onto the ceiling thus creating a sort of drilling motion.