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

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Andres110 said:
Oh! I know what you're doing here! It's when you're GMing a game and you accidentally make a narrative contradiction that gets called out by the player, and then the GM goes something like "Yes, that does seem like a contradiction. Very strange..." And then that makes the players think it's intentional and that there's some kind of plot twist coming up or something.
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If I had my X-Wing books on hand I'd quote Wes Jansen right now.

Small Nerd said:
Are you implying that Dr. Snark's Ph. D is in Improvisation and not Meticulous Planning as we all know it is? That's silly! Everyone knows our Intrepid GM has had this whole quest planned since before Teron even got the idea for it.
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Again. I chose Aizen as my avatar for a reason.
 
Dark as Silver said:
You've got a PhD in Bluffing? Improv theater?
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To finally get around to that Hobbie quote from the X-Wing books (that I mistakenly attributed to Wes):

"Tell them what you're doing but not why. Then let them speculate. Listen to them as they speculate. When they come up with an idea you really, really like, tell them, 'You finally guessed right. That was my reasoning all along.'"

I've basically been doing that since the beginning of the quest.

exerty said:
You are easily bored? (You give out albums like candy?)
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Also yes to the first part, but no to the second (I look nothing like a certain Mr. Groban).
 
Dark as Silver said:
Its a double edged sword people knowing that.
If we know how much speculation affects the quest it encourages discussion. On the other hand it only encourages very sunny day thinking.
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Fair, so let me be clear: I'd say that kind of speculation has affected...eh...let's call it about 10-20% of the quest in general?

I do use it from time to time, but not that much.
 
Dr. Snark said:
Fair, so let me be clear: I'd say that kind of speculation has affected...eh...let's call it about 10-20% of the quest in general?

I do use it from time to time, but not that much.
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Oh that was my assumption, although if you look at the omake list I feel you're low balling it. And I don't think that we really would have ever all decided to refuse to acknowledge all worst case scenarios. Thats kinda just asking to get screwed over whenever you don't see an idea you like and do some independent thinking.
 
Dr. Snark said:
To finally get around to that Hobbie quote from the X-Wing books (that I mistakenly attributed to Wes):

"Tell them what you're doing but not why. Then let them speculate. Listen to them as they speculate. When they come up with an idea you really, really like, tell them, 'You finally guessed right. That was my reasoning all along.'"

I've basically been doing that since the beginning of the quest.
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Ahem.
Improv-Aizen.
That is all.
 
I can't help but wonder what would have happen if a clone troop was trained by Ciaran like Kal Skirata or one of the other Cuy'val Dar.
 
Found something about CIS. More or less what we already know, but we should really try that "cloak and dagger" stuff: so much we can do to change the CNS and Republic!!



And it ALL started from Naboo
 
Omake idea: OOM-9 getting the neural learning upgrades from Cheriss, and then training himself using Thrawn. If you can't beat them, join them.
 
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(Omake) Darkness Comes (Canon)
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    I sat on my ship, trying to figure out where it had all gone wrong. If I'd ever had a chance. Maybe it was all a doomed exercise from the beginning. Darra had some really bad experiences with the Abyss Watchers in the past and probably got really paranoid because of it. Maybe I'd never had a chance.

    What did I tell her? What was it that gave everything away?

    How about you start with the bit where you all but confessed to treason against the Republic, idiot.

    "I…don't think I gave away the whole thing, but I admitted I have secrets, that I'm an Abyss Watcher and I have secrets. Would you need a kangaroo court of a tribunal to convict me of anything approaching treason? Yes, especially in light of the rights of sentients and the nature of the chips. Did Ahsoka Tano very nearly get a similar kangaroo court? Yes. That whole mess was part of what split the Jedi in the first place."

    I paced through my ship, the sense of doom and failure slowly rolling over me until I could not ignore it.

    "I'm dead. It's like Koliya said about the law of the Undercity: get all the way out or get all the way dead, and I've explored before that there are zero clear lines out for me. I stay at my job; they're going to put me in more and more dangerous assignments until I bite it. I try to back down from that, they're going to push me into it, to get their training expenses back. I try to retire before the Sith are gone? They bury me on some no-name planet to keep the secrets I know from getting loose. If I'm lucky and persuasive, that burial is figurative. If not, likely more literal, probably at the hands of her sister. Where they elaborate on how complete my failure has been and how I've likely doomed the entire bloody galaxy to dominion by the Sith, exactly what they were trying to avoid."

    I looked at my blaster as a possible way out. No. That wouldn't do any good.

    "    I can't go on the run. They'd find me. I'm bad at spywork. I can't go back and report that I failed at what I set out to do and oh by the way I may have given away operational secrets. That's signing my own death warrant."

    My hand brushed my lightsaber. Knock it off. I'm not good at the direct combat thing anyway.

    "Stay on Tython? Look, I got approval for the resources and time here because I suggested that giving Darra back her life would get her out of the organization's hair." I looked at the floor, my mind calling up the image of Darra unbidden, just out of the 'fresher, hair still damp.

    "Staying here would border on going on the run. I'm a lousy Jedi anyway. Not a great fighter, not a great investigator, a pathetic spy, weak in the Force, and they've already got all the Force Healers they need. Plus every time I saw Darra it'd just hurt her again, which isn't something I'm okay with."

    I blew out a breath. "I fell in love like an idiot. Master Rogan might have picked me out as a spy within minutes of meeting me and suggested that I had feelings for Darra to see how I'd react…and even if it might have started as a cover, an excuse to keep coming? I couldn't have predicted that I'd look forward to seeing her smile, the light in her eyes. That I'd evaluate the goodness of a day here on Tython by how many times I got to hear her quick wit, admire the grace she moves with. Those were good days, and I wouldn't trade them for…okay, maybe I'd trade it for the galaxy on a plate, just because a little wheeling and dealing and things could be made right. Which is something I can't possibly do. Since they promoted me and gave me the resources to make my lightsaber, what have I done? I've failed at the big combat action. Failed in the fight with the big Sith Apprentice so bad I needed to be rescued. Done a little bit of nothing stuff anybody with half a brain could have done. Got told I needed to be stronger and tougher and all that. And now I've failed again. Big. Where there is no rescue. Where nothing can be done and I have ruined everything with my own idiocy and incompetence."

    All those thoughts of weapons and here I was with the biggest honking weapon of all: a fifty-four meter projectile that could travel at eight hundred klicks per hour.

    "I could make my ship crash in the Rift. Nobody would be able to find me there. Take my secrets with me. Not need to face the music. Keep the Sith from controlling the galaxy. Accidents happen, after all, they could tell anybody who cared. Maybe if I vanished forever that might give Darra some peace. It's not like there's anything else I could do. Everything I touch turns to dust."

    I laughed ruefully. "It's funny. I told the organization that I'd give Darra her life back so they would stop thinking she was a threat, but that wasn't why I did it. It's because I knew there was a wound, I knew how the wound was created, and I thought I might be able to help. I've been a lot of things, but ahead of everything else, I've always been a doctor. See hurt person, help hurt person. Shame I won't get to see if I actually made a difference, because I'm going to crash and die, but not everybody gets to see the difference they make in the lives of others. Especially not if they're stupid enough to screw things up over and over again."

    I stared at the cockpit, sighed. "No time like the present. Maybe this is something I can finally do right."

    I sat in the pilot chair, setting up navigation points so I'd fly over the Rift and then allow myself to crash into it.

    I felt something in the back of my mind screaming against this, that Darra was just surprised and hurt because she wasn't expecting this but that it could be worked out. "Don't I just wish. Yeah. Right. A better talker might be able to work it out. A better spy never would have needed to. I'm just a failure." I started the throttle, monitoring my ship, and then…

    The back of the ship jolted, like an enormous hand was trying to stop my ship from taking off.

    Ship diagnostics began presenting emergency messages in various shades of red.

    Fuel line rupture!
    Port thrust engine couplings damaged!
    Disengaging engines and activating repulsorlift…
    Repulsorlift overloaded! Repulsorlift failure! Charging capacitors for emergency reboot...

    Dammit this is the only way I can do something right here and I'm failing. Again. Failure after failure. I should have known. I'm going to die like I lived: a complete and total screwup trying to do stuff I never should have dared.

    I fought with the control interface and managed to get the thing to climb off the landing pad. If I don't get to the Rift they might find me. If they find me, they might rescue me. If they rescue me, they'll try to pry my secrets out and I can't fight that.

    Port engine fire! Starboard engine fire! Stabilizers overheated!

    The ship spiraled out of control, heading straight for the mountainside a few minutes away from the main Jedi Temple.

    The ship made contact with the ground and inertia bounced me around the cockpit as more components broke loose and caught fire. My head struck an interior wall, and in the moments before I lost consciousness, I could just about hear a cry of despair that sounded exactly like Darra.
     
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