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May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest)

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Whumbly said:
And she was abandoned on Coruscant with nothing, but a suitcase and the clothes on her back.
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I would think that Silas ensured that she was at least set up somewhere relatively "safe" with enough resources for her to get started. I don't consider him stupid after all. She didn't necessarily start out in the Abyss she just ended up there.
 
Killerflood said:
I would think that Silas ensured that she was at least set up somewhere relatively "safe" with enough resources for her to get started. I don't consider him stupid after all. She didn't necessarily start out in the Abyss she just ended up there.
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she stayed in silas's apartment / house im pretty sure, dont know if he owned it or was renting it though.
i forgot, why did silas never come back anyways? i vaugly remember something about him getting kidnapped or lost or something.
 
Okay. R2 Come Home (S2E21) of Clone Wars 2008 was pretty fantastic. I mean, even assuming that Episodes I-VI are all narrated by R2 and he's as prone as any narrator to overstating their importance and exaggerating their heroics, it was still pretty wild.
 
dredloki said:
i forgot, why did silas never come back anyways? i vaugly remember something about him getting kidnapped or lost or something.
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Was trying to con a lot of people out of their money to be able to set up Ciaran comfortably for a long while. Failed and had crapton of Bounty Hunters, Gangsters, Pirates and so on after him, until Ciaran bailed him out by paying them off. Which was Plan C or so. Plan A through B was Silas just blowing up his mansion on Dantooine when he lured a good chunk of his pursuers there.
 
Tarkin lost. In TNH he practically was the face of the Empire (alongside Vader) so seeing him fail..... MARVELLOUS! HE got what he was due!

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Some notable ones being debated:
-The Jedi Temple will be actively patrolled by GAR troops. While the Senate isn't planning on going as far as forcing troops to be stationed inside the Temple, the army's presence would be much more noticeable in the area.
-All Jedi military officers would undergo mandatory psychiatric screening. Anyone who fails will be immediately stripped of command, non-negotiable.
-Information on the activities of Jedi should no longer be kept solely within the Temple. The affairs of the Order are the affairs of the Republic.
-All Jedi would be accompanied by a representative of the Republic in any significant diplomatic or military endeavor. Said representative would have the right to override any decisions the Jedi in question would make.
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Some of them ARE reasonable (especially psych eval).
And I'd argue that Republic representative would be better for diplomatic endeavors, mainly because Jedi are (to an large extend) mildly-isolationist Monks aka to extend cut off from normal life: they can advise and warn, but let the 'normy' deal with this.
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As Snark said, more cooperative not restrictive. That's how it should be, like it was in KOTOR.
 
XenonPrime said:
Wait, did Ciaran accidentally start turning the Jedi into a form more dangerous to her?
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Not really, between her sheer skill, resources, and shatter point it would be incredibly difficult for them to pick up on her conspiracy.

And now that the public (and the order) is more concerned with their mental health- it's easier to lampoon any sudden accusations or actions against the darling of the galaxy and cast doubts as a result.
 
So as I've been working on it I've concluded this next update is going to take some time because I'm going to be doing a lot of Stuff during it.

Fortunately thanks to its nature that makes it very easy for me to give you sneak previews to start building up the hype.

Kyrimorut, Mandalore
T-35 Hours Until Maul's Attack

Most days of the year Kyrimorut was relatively quiet barring the various unearthly sounds that would come out of Doctor Uthan's makeshift laboratory. However today the compound was bustling with activity as various members of Clan Skirata darted to and fro, gathering weapons, checking armor, and generally preparing for war. This was the sight that greeted a visibly concerned Etain as she glanced around, trying to figure out what was going on. That being said it didn't take long for her to track down Kal as he was actively shouting various commands in Mandalorian to everyone in earshot, and she quickly made her way over to him. "You want to tell me why it looks like we're preparing for a war?" Etain asked.

"Because a war is coming here," Kal replied, not facing Etain as he glanced around. "Mandalore's about to be attacked by a serious raiding party, so we're preparing to fend them off."

"This looks like a lot more preparation than I would expect for dealing with a 'raiding party,'" Etain replied as she glanced around again. "Kal. What's really happening?"

"...I got word from Jango that the leaders of these people are going to try and assassinate Duchess Kryze, and they're going to throw a small army of chakaar at the planet as a distraction."

"That's insane!"

"No argument here," Kal replied.

"But..." Etain shook her head in disbelief. "I don't get it...are they being led by someone from the Death Watch? I thought they were all gone at this point..."

"Let's just say that's close enough. From what Jango told me these psychos just want to see Mandalore burn," Kal replied softly.

Etain was silent for a long moment and visibly downcast before she straightened up. "Got a spare set of armor?"

Kal slowly turned to face Etain. "Are you serious?"

"These people are going to try and destroy my home. So yes, of course I'm serious."

Kal blinked owlishly before a smirk came over his face. "Heh. Alright, I think I can spare a set for you if you really want it."
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    I wasted no time and got onto my ship. "Master Jansen, Tython is beautiful. I went out for a walk with one of the Jedi and we saw some really neat stuff. I managed to get a few pictures."

    Veskasa, evidently, had been asleep. "Is this that same girl you keep talking about, the one who threw you around like a ragdoll but you still managed to spar to a draw with? The one you said you wanted to spend some time alone with? I'd like to see the pictures you mention. Is she in any of them?"

    I laughed that this was what she was focusing on. "It is, and she is. I'm sending you the files; you should have our friends who were at the podrace on Ando Prime take a look at them. I know they'd appreciate the picture of the canyon." I hope someone picks up what I'm putting down here about the language looking like the stuff the Bendu monks use; I'm trying to be subtle but not too subtle while I send all the data I recovered. Hopefully archaeology team sees some value in it.

    She nodded. "How have the Jedi been treating you in general? The last time one of us came across a Jedi there was a fight, but that was eighty years ago and I imagine Jedi Cerulian recommended that they treat members of our order with a degree of respect."

    The wheels spun in my head. She's asking good questions, with topics that sound casual but let me speak more or less freely. I wonder how thoroughly Gulan briefed her. "Well, they named me a Jedi Consular not too long ago; admittedly I don't quite measure up to the combat standards of a Guardian or the investigative standards of a Sentinel. One of the members of the Council, the Master Healer I've been working with, said that I was…hold on, I remember…" I said, scanning through my memory of the time I stood before the Jedi Council. "He said that I was 'a man who lives up to the Jedi Code, emblematic of the ideals that guide us.' Peace, Knowledge, Serenity, Harmony, and the Force are my goals. I experience my fair share of emotion, ignorance, passion, and chaos. Pretty sure those four describe the prevailing environment in any emergency room or trauma center taking care of business, and that guiding those to their calm counterparts is part of the job description of any healthcare provider worth their salt."

    Veskasa smiled calmly. "For all the other concerns I had about you as a student, the Dark Side was never one of them." Her expression seemed to shift to something more akin to an inquisitive grandmother. "You had a nice long walk with that girl, didn't you? There's something in your voice that's different."

    I laughed. "You pick up on everything, Master Jansen. The Tython Jedi set up the ability for Jedi to have relationships pretty recently, and I've been thinking about asking her. On the one hand…she grew up on Coruscant, compressing her feelings about anything under the Jedi Code, and now the Tython Jedi are saying she can listen to her feelings and determine for herself what to do with them as long as it's within the core values of the Jedi. I…I want to be considerate of that. The time it takes to process that."

    I took a deep breath, blew it out. "On the other hand…I've thought she was cute ever since I saw her medical file and she's a thousand times that in person. The way she moves, her sharp wit, the way she can absolutely kick my ass if I act like an ass…it's magnetic. I care about her and I want good things for her, and I want to be one of those good things."

    Veskasa laughed. "Tell her how you feel," she instructed.

    My eyes went wide at the directness of the advice.

    "All of it," Veskasa continued. "She may be a Jedi but she's not a mind reader, Riphath. Relationships worth more than a hill of beans are built on open and honest communication. Be yourself with her, Matukai and all."

    I blew out a breath, trying to psych myself up for this. "You're right, Veskasa. I'm going to go tell her how I feel," I said. "I'll talk to you again later when I get the chance."

    I closed down the comm connection and the jitters started to set in. I hadn't been this nervous about asking a girl how she felt about me since Melalee Antilles back at Byblos during my undergrad.

    We were on the gravball team together. She was the center striker, captain of the team and in charge of ball movement. I played striker, specifically a catch-and-shoot striker. I wasn't a superlative athlete and I was only just learning the game so it wasn't like I was some kind of brilliant player with lots of skill. It just happened that when I shot the ball, it went in. This was true anywhere in the scoring area, in any kind of defense or traffic. If I got the ball, we scored points.

    When she drew up plays, their ultimate goal was to get the ball to me. Melalee was the one who coined the phrase "grip it and Rip it," the idea that all I needed to do was catch the ball and score points, and anything else I did was bonus.

    We'd just finished a game and she suggested we talk over strategy for the next one at her dorm. I wasn't sure how she felt about me, and I wanted to know. I mean, I'm pretty sure everybody who went to Byblos was inquisitive to one degree or another, higher education pun intended, but I always needed to know things. I don't remember exactly what I said. What I remember was fumbling over my words terribly. "Well, it's been a long time since I air-balled one that badly," I remember saying nervously.

    She got a look in her eyes, something about feeling important enough to me to make me nervous. Without missing a beat, she responded "Seemed more like a slam dunk to me," a moment before kissing me.

    Darra isn't Melalee, I thought as I walked over. Melalee wasn't trained as far back as she could remember to suppress her feelings. I had to know, though.

    I knocked on Darra's door. Maybe she's not in. Yes. That would be good. Give me a chance to rethink this. I should leave and think this through—the door opened, interrupting my train of thought.

    I'm not sure where that train of thought was headed, because it made a sudden sharp turn into a fireworks factory on the ground floor of the Extremely Flammable And Highly Unstable Voorpak Store. Look, zoning laws of my mind aside, the sight of Darra answering her door with her hair still wet after probably washing weeks worth of walking out? I'm not sure what effect it has on sentients not attracted to humans, but the effect on me was pretty obvious: I stood there like an idiot staring.

    Darra seemed confused. "You did knock, right?"

    I took a breath and attempted to strengthen my resolve. "Can…" can I actually get the words out? "Can I come in? I…" I realized you're really cute. "I wanted to talk about something and thought it might be better if I wasn't out here in the hallway."

    Darra seemed puzzled, but gestured for me to come in anyway. "What's this about?"

    It's about how not fair it is that you're so pretty.

    "It's…" yeah, that would go over real well stupid, "…Did you hear…" it's not like Master Rogan would keep it from her and they've probably already spoken. Come on, what kind of idiot am I? I was in love, which makes fools of everyone.

    "Master Rogan told me that the Council had made set up an arrangement for exclusive relationships among the Jedi. I…have been trying to figure out how I feel about that," Darra said, somewhat haltingly.

    I realized at that point that this was at least as awkward for Darra as it was for me.

    "Well…" I blew out a breath. "I don't want to pressure you." I don't. That doesn't go anywhere good. "I know that between the Old Code we found and this, you've got a lot to think about." Aha. "I just…want to be one of those things."

    Darra sputtered. "You what?"

    That was the point of no return. That was the point where I realized I couldn't putter around and dance around it any more. "I'm just trying to make things fair. I think about you a lot."

    Darra flushed. "You what."

    Full speed ahead. "I think about you. A lot. In the mornings on my run, I try to run as gracefully and effortlessly as you do. When I'm working with Master Rogan to heal people, I think about how you were one of the first people I helped here. In the afternoons, I hope I can spend time with you."

    Darra smiled. "I know your secret."

    I stood, rooted on the spot, mouth agape, not sure what to do. Which one? I thought at first. Right behind that thought was another: Just how dead am I?

    A/N: I am indebted to both Publicola and Dr. Snark for their insights. Among the files Riphath sent were the photos and video as mentioned, as well as a bunch of data files written in the Dai Bendu language including some pertaining to an intact artifact concealed behind a gate as well as the secret for passing through that gate.
     
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    • Dark as Silver said:
    Wow you teased this one a long time ago.
    I actually thought that it'd already been part of an omake and I just missed it somehow.
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    I did. I knew I wanted the line to come from her, but I needed to get there organically, and there was some neat stuff on Tython (specifically, the continent of Talss) to discover.

    I also wanted there to be some ambiguity about what secret it was, and placing it there allows for more than one possibility.
     
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