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Void Stalker said:
I mean during this arc we had Ciaran and Asajj call each other sisters
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I won't stop shipping it and nothing you say or do will make me.

Personally I'd feel better about getting the Jedi offworld entirely. Still on Coruscant they are too close to Palpatine to not be potentially influenced or effected by him, and too close to the governmental center (which, if some parts of canon are still running on track, is one of the sore points among the populace [unfairly stoked by Spicy Sheev or not] about the Jedi--that they're too involved in governance yet answerable to no one) and as long as they, as a group, are still around, they're gonna want to sniff around the Temple. Just strikes me as too much of a recipe for disaster. Better to get them offworld, away from the Wound and the Sith Lord and our perfectly legitimate business enterprises.
 
Yes, our Perfectly Legitimate Business Enterprises.

(We totally need to start a company called Naraic Industries, where the CEO, the plucky, determined, and remarkably good looking Ms. Naraic, is in no way Ciaran and how dare you imply such. :p )

(Kudos to those who get that reference.)
 
Quinlan Vos has been added as a hero. Martial: 42, Lore 47. Also Vaapad Mastery, maybe we can learn that? Either way he is at the same level as Asajj and Ciaran, oh and he has 36 Intrigue as well which puts him 3 behind Ciaran but makes him the highest of the heroes.
 
Dr. Snark said:
Ideally it probably wouldn't happen any time soon. The Anti-Palpatine Conspiracy isn't so much held together by a unified ideology so much as "we don't want Palpatine to win and kill us all." Pretty much everyone involved is an ally of desperation and nothing else. Dropping that kind of bombshell would easily be a breaking point.
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Given this, can we assume that Vos will be kept isolated from our main operations? Especially given his object reading ability, just having him in our bases seems an unacceptable risk to me.

Wilgar said:
Erid Industries?
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DOCTOR DIRE APPROVES OF THIS COMPANY.
 
I wonder if Obi-Wan is realizing now just how absolutely truthful and literal Dooku was being when he dangled the notion of the Sith controlling the Republic?

...it's been a long time, did that event in canon still happen here?
 
EVA-Saiyajin said:
I wonder if Obi-Wan is realizing now just how absolutely truthful and literal Dooku was being when he dangled the notion of the Sith controlling the Republic?

...it's been a long time, did that event in canon still happen here?
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Nope never happened here as we completly averted Geonosis and the battle there, so no Anakin and Padme marriage or capture and no Obi-Wan looking into Geonosis.
 
Void Stalker said:
Quinlan Vos has been added as a hero. Martial: 42, Lore 47. Also Vaapad Mastery, maybe we can learn that? Either way he is at the same level as Asajj and Ciaran, oh and he has 36 Intrigue as well which puts him 3 behind Ciaran but makes him the highest of the heroes.
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It's also nice to have solid confirmation that yes, Ciaran has somehow managed to go from zero-tier scrub to on par with a top level Jedi Master.

And considering that her formal training consisted only of some lightsaber instruction from Dooku and occasionally being yelled at by a couple of different Sith Lords, doing that in seventeen years is one hell of an accomplishment. More so given that she's only 32.
 
spiritualatheist said:
Given this, can we assume that Vos will be kept isolated from our main operations? Especially given his object reading ability, just having him in our bases seems an unacceptable risk to me.
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Yup. He's more of an...expert contractor of sorts than an actual member of the Watchers.

EVA-Saiyajin said:
I wonder if Obi-Wan is realizing now just how absolutely truthful and literal Dooku was being when he dangled the notion of the Sith controlling the Republic?

...it's been a long time, did that event in canon still happen here?
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AotC didn't happen, but honestly it wouldn't surprise me if Dooku taunted him with the idea at some point at an appropriately dramatic time. Presumably with Dooku's cape fluttering and on a raised platform surrounded by Hssiss droids...you get the idea. :V
 
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Scummy Bees (Currently Non-canon)
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    • Scummy Bees​

    Silas sat down at the bar, raising his right hand to get the bartender's attention. "Two Corellian Blenders." The drink itself was a mess of flavors that didn't play well together, that no one with functioning taste buds would willingly consume, but one didn't order a pair of Corellian Blenders to actually drink them. Silas may as well have come into the bar with a flag proudly declaring 'Hiring Unscrupulous Individuals'.

    Sure enough, it wasn't long before a Rodian sat down across from Silas and picked up the Corellian Blender. He didn't actually take a sip, which spoke to his functioning taste buds. "You look like a man with too many credits and too few men."

    "My pockets could stand to be a little more empty, and I know a few people who could stand to be a little more dead." agreed Silas. "Do you know anyone who could help with those problems?"

    The Rodian blanched at that. "I uh, hope you find someone who can help you." The Rodian set his Corellian Blender down on the table, undrunk, and made himself scarce. Silas couldn't blame him. Murder wasn't something everyone was cut out for. And while he wasn't hiring assassins specifically, he couldn't guarantee that the missions the Abyss Watchers were outsourcing wouldn't involve killing.

    Silas stared down at his Corellian Blender, giving it a wistful swirl. It might taste like, well, like a Corellian Blender, but the mixing colors were certainly pretty enough. Silas raised his eyes at the overwhelming sound of metal crashing down onto the seat across from him. Instead of a droid, like Silas actually expected, there sat a Terrelian decked out with a frankly absurd number of firearms and explosives. "Heard you need someone… removed."

    Silas could recognize subtlety. He could also notice a severe lack of it. "Might be. Might be I need someone who can do things undetected. Might be I need someone who can deal with issues without it coming back to me."

    The man's face screwed up in disconcertion. "I ain't to good at sneaking around. Does it count as no one seeing you if everyone who sees you winds up dead?"

    Silas grinned sympathetically and dropped all pretense. "Sorry. Best of luck elsewhere."

    The Terrelian grunted as he stood up. Silas didn't envy having to haul all those guns around. Just as he was beginning to think this dive was a bust too, a human male sat down across from him. He wasn't as old as Silas, but he was still had enough age to pass it off as experience instead of just luck.

    "Not sure I want to work for someone who would order a Corellian Blender…" joked the man as he picked up the infamous drink.

    "Not sure I want to hire someone who doesn't know what a Corellian Blender means." Silas shot back.

    "I know what it means. Means you're looking for someone who can do a job for you. Just think it tastes like sewage."

    "Well we can agree on that."

    "We can also agree I'm the man you're going to hire." Silas could admire the confidence.

    "We'll see about that." said Silas. "It's not a single job per se, more like a retainer for a variety of jobs."

    "I'm a versatile guy. And if there's something I can't handle, well, I've got an eye for talent and a web of contacts. Wouldn't be the first crew I put together for a single job, and it probably wouldn't be the last."

    "I suppose I won't have to pay you if you're lying anyways." mused Silas. "Consider yourself hired. Silas Cata."

    "Tobias Beckett."

    Silas grimaced down at his drink. "I hate this part."

    "I could probably die on this job, and it still wouldn't be as bad as this." agreed Beckett before the two men downed their Corellian Blenders in one go, gagging in unison to seal the deal.


    AN: Based on one of Silas' potential hero actions. There are worse scoundrels to hire.
     
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    Obi-Wan wasn't sure how to feel about Lady Ciaran, specifically her inability to locate Anakin by snapping her fingers. On one hand, it was comforting to know that even this juggernaut of a woman had her limits, that not everything was known and controlled by her. On the other hand, he really wished she could snap her fingers and find Anakin because he needed to hear these revelations about Chancellor Palpatine.

    Then, just as he was working up the courage to contact Siri to discuss these matters, Siri contacted him to arrange a meeting at the behest of Lady Ciaran, and Obi-Wan remembered that Lady Ciaran was an enigma whose true capabilities were both unknowable and terrifying. The only thing he knew for certain is that she delighted in watching him squirm, because Lady Ciaran had apparently told Siri nothing except that Obi-Wan wanted to tell her some things that could only be communicated face-to-face.

    Wonderful.

    So here the Jedi Master found himself, attending a meeting arranged by Ciaran, in a restaurant no doubt owned by Ciaran, to uncover a plot discovered by Ciaran, while eating food that he would not be surprised to learn Ciaran had cooked herself.

    Entering the restaurant, Obi-Wan was surprised. Not by how empty it was, this kind of thing demanded secrecy, but by the atmosphere. Most of the staff were members of Ciaran's shadowy cabal, and so had been allowed to stay. Obi-Wan had been expecting some slow, romantic number, just to compound his suffering, not this upbeat Jizz tune.

    "Oh thank the Force you're here." exclaimed Siri, standing up and practically rushing over to him.

    "I'm not that late." Obi-Wan said. "And if anyone has a reason to be urgent about all this, it's me. I know the mind shattering revelations after all."

    "I've only been here ten minutes, but the band only knows one song." Siri shuddered. "I even asked if they knew something else. Nothing."

    Obi-Wan paused, listening to the tune as it started over. "I can see how that would become grating. We have more pressing matters to focus on at the moment to take your mind off of it though."

    "Alright then." laughed Siri. "Let's see if your voice is enough to restore my sanity. What's so urgent?"

    "You were headed back to the Temple when Lady Ciaran contacted you, correct?"

    "I can't talk about my mission, but I assure you it was stressful. I was really looking forward to some relaxing meditation. Now I'll spend that time hearing this song in my head instead of growing closer to the Force."

    "You cannot return to the Temple." Obi-Wan saw the confusion mixing with anger on Siri's face, and hurriedly continued. "The bombing opened a wound in the Force. It's corrupting every Jedi there, including the Council. If allowed to continue, the entire Order could be compromised."

    "Why are you telling me this?" asked Siri. Obi-Wan was glad she had trusted him so immediately. "Why not tell the Council and order an evacuation? By the Force, you're on the Council! Why are you wasting time telling me instead of doing something?!"

    'Because I want to protect you.' was the first thought that leapt into his mind, and Obi-Wan thanked the Force he had the presence of mind not to speak it. Instead he gave voice to the more logical arguments he had prepared for just this occasion. "As it stands, the Council would deny it and stay anyways. We need a solid plan, and you're somebody I trust to come up with a plan. So far, I'm stuck at 'find Master Yoda'. If anyone's resisted the Wound, it would be him."

    Siri sighed. "In the meantime, I'm guessing I shouldn't stay at the Temple? Alright, I know a few people who would likely put me up on Coruscant."

    "Actually, it's likely for the best if you avoided Coruscant entirely."

    "By the Force, how big is this Wound?!" exclaimed Siri.

    "It's not the Wound." Obi-Wan assured her. "But I've also become aware of the identity of a Sith Lord based on Coruscant."

    "The one manipulating Chancellor Palaptine." whispered Siri.

    'In a manner of speaking' thought Obi-Wan. "Yes, and he's engrained himself so deeply in the Republic that to remove him carelessly could topple democracy as we know it."

    "Well, this is just wonderful. A Sith Lord in our Senate and a Force Wound in our home. I suppose now you'll tell me we're allying with another Sith to stop the first, because that in no way will just multiply our problems."

    Obi-Wan didn't have the heart to tell her that there was no need for the sarcasm. The two sat in relative silence for a moment as the reality of the situation weighed on them. The only real noise was the Bith quartet, who had simply restarted the exact same song no fewer than three times during their conversation.

    "Ah, you two have already talked I see." said Ciaran. Obi-Wan's blood ran cold at the tone in her voice. "Now then Mrs. Kenobi, I have two things of the utmost importance that you must be made aware of."

    "I'm sorry, what did you just call me?" asked Siri, her voice rising and sounding more than a little panicked.

    "Oh, I'm so sorry." apologized Ciaran, not sounding the least bit sorry or apologetic. "I shouldn't have just assumed you had said yes."

    "Said yes to WHAt?!" asked Siri again, this time more urgently.

    "To Obi-Wan's proposal of course." Ciaran turned to look at the Jedi Master in question. It was only once Siri could no longer see her face that Ciaran dropped any pretense to grin in triumph. "That is why he wanted to meet you, isn't it?"

    "Of course not, don't be ridiculous." said Obi-Wan, trying his best to sound calm despite his racing heartbeat and frantic thoughts.

    "What about that would be ridiculous?" asked Siri, turning her confusion to him.

    Time stood still for Obi-Wan as the true depths of Ciaran's plot bared their fangs. After what felt like an eternity, Obi-Wan dared to speak. "We're both dedicated members of the Jedi Order. Marriage would be a scandal we can ill afford at this point in time."

    "Oh… of course." Siri diverted her eyes, taking several deep breaths to calm herself. Her face however, was still beet red.

    Mission accomplished, Ciaran bowed out with one final jab. "Well, it's a shame then that the Jedi Order as we know it isn't on the verge of collapse, if that's the only thing holding you back. I've always wanted to be a Maid of Honor. Oh well! I'll leave you two platonic childhood friends to your meal then."

    Unable to get a word in edgewise before Ciaran disappeared like smoke on the wind, Obi-Wan and Siri ate their meal in awkward silence, too shaken to even notice the heart shaped decorations on every course.




    AN: Get it? Sirious? Like 'serious' but her name is 'Siri' so…

    Anyways, I did in fact write this while listening to the cantina theme on loop. It became agony after a while, and I hate that the musical genre is, in-universe, called Jizz.
     
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    KhazintheDark said:
    I think you either accidentally used the singular of the noun or misspelled children. I don't know which I find more amusing.
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    The most unfortunate chicken in the galaxy.

    Panory said:
    So here the Jedi Master found himself, attending a meeting arranged by Ciaran, in a restaurant no doubt owned by Ciaran, to uncover a plot discovered by Ciaran, while eating food that he would not be surprised to learn Ciaran had cooked herself.
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    And then everyone tore off their masks and everyone was Ciaran.
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    this upbeat Jizz tune.
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    Erm, is that just a british slang term or is Lucas an idiot.


    Also does anyone wonder if Obi will leave this meeting if Ciaran engineered the Wound just so that could further interfere with his love life?
     
    The Silencer's Odyssey (Currently Non-canon)
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    The Silencer found himself on his back, staring up at the night sky. It was a view he had become all too accustomed to since he began training with the Echani. He was hardly inexperienced, yet even Echani warriors half his age refused to be hit by any of his attacks, grabbing and spinning and flipping until he was laid out on his back, staring up at the moon. Luckily martial arts were only a part of what made the Silencer so dangerous. His pride could take an extensive beating so long as it was just this one facet.

    His current teacher, an Echani much younger than he, threw herself down on the ground next to him. "Do you know what your problem was there?"

    "My footing was not solid." replied the Silencer. Most teachers had been put off by his terse or nonexistent replies, mistaking it for an unwillingness to learn. Yusana Kae had been different though. She pestered him relentlessly when he could not vocalize an answer until he did. Even if he felt that it failed to convey his thoughts, she would usually get straight to the heart of the matter.

    "Nope." said Yusana, popping the end of the word playfully. "Your problem was that I took advantage of your shaky footing."

    "I fail to see the difference." It was not meant to be an angry snap, but the Silencer's voice was rarely used for anything but.

    "The difference is night and day!" exclaimed Yusana as she jumped to her feet, either offended that he could not see what she meant or excited to explain it to him. The Silencer could not tell. Regardless, she extended a hand to help him up.

    "You're too much like a sun. Too absorbed in yourself to notice or care what other people are doing. You try to overwhelm opponents by being stronger, or faster, or by catching them off guard, but you never think about your enemy trying the same. You're like a sun." repeated Yusana. "You need to be like a moon."

    "Weaker?"

    Yusana laughed at his lack of tact. "No. The moon reflects the light of the sun. If you look at the sun, it blinds you. But the moon reflects. The moon reacts to the sun's light, and we can behold it's beauty." She looked up at the moon and smiled.

    "Try defending this time. No attacks. Just see my next move and react. Reflect it back and let me see the beauty you're capable of." Yusana sunk into a low fighting stance that the Silencer had never seen her use before.

    She sprung at him like a viper, her open palm striking against his forearm, hastily raised in a block. Her knee came up, and this time the Silencer managed to place his hands between her knee and his face with purpose instead of desperation. Instead of merely stopping her blow, he pushed down, throwing Yusana off balance. It was an entirely instinctual move, but something about it made the rest of what Yusana had said click.

    Instead of following up on the opening, The Silencer fell back into a defensive stance and watched his opponent. Where her eyes darted as she looked for openings. The way her muscles twitched as she prepared to leap forward. They were hard to see, but they were there. This time, when she kicked high, he slid low. One hand reached up to grab her ankle, the other reached out to grab her other ankle. A simple twist of his torso converted the force of her kick into forward momentum that flipped Yusana on her back for the first time.

    Rather than be upset at her loss, Yusana began laughing gleefully. "Haha! You got it!" She jumped to her feet in one smooth motion. "But you still got a long way to go, and you said your boss isn't expecting you back for another month at least. So get ready to do it again until it's totally natural. And this time, I'm not gonna go easy on you with so many tells."



    AN: You got a martial arts style based on the reflective nature of the light of the moon!
     
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    • Stroth said:
    It's also nice to have solid confirmation that yes, Ciaran has somehow managed to go from zero-tier scrub to on par with a top level Jedi Master.

    And considering that her formal training consisted only of some lightsaber instruction from Dooku and occasionally being yelled at by a couple of different Sith Lords, doing that in seventeen years is one hell of an accomplishment. More so given that she's only 32.
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    Oh oh oh. I have things to say about this that I've wanted to for ages. Namely that you're underestimating the amount of teachings Ciaran has received over the years.

    To put in into perspective, I would say that Ciaran has had six "masters" over the course of her life, each of whom gave Ciaran something that helped her reach her full potential far quicker than one would expect.

    Also all of them are Sith. Well okay, one became a Sith later in canon, but still.

    In roughly chronological order:

    1st: Plagueis. Ciaran will deny that he was ever her "master" to the end of her days, but he did give her the opportunity to rise past her station and was the being responsible for giving her access to her unique variant of Shatterpoint. He indirectly taught her about the extent of the Sith conspiracies and that there were far bigger players in the galaxy than her.
    2nd: Jerec. Probably the most underrated of her masters, he was the one who fully ignited Ciaran's passion for archaeology and by extension her obsession with the Jedi Civil War/Dark War era through the deal they struck. Though not fully intentional on his part, he taught her just how important knowing about the galaxy's history was.
    3rd: Vectivus. Now we're getting to the more obvious ones. Up until Kreia, he was the man who Ciaran took after philosophically by far. Even afterwards his teachings about restraint and self-control would be key once she got some of her harsher lessons.
    4th: Dooku. He taught Ciaran Form II and was able to bring out her inherent talent for lightsaber dueling, but far more importantly introduced her to Asajj. And we all know how that ended up turning out...
    5th: Kreia. If you asked Ciaran right now who her teacher was she'd immediately respond with her. Her philosophies, her criticisms, her teachings, while they were there within Ciaran to some extent thanks to the influences of her past teachers, it was Kreia who molded them into a cohesive whole.
    6th: Nihilus. Ciaran will never say that he was her "master" but you can't deny that he's influenced her considerably, and arguably just as much if not more than Kreia did. Seeing him helped Ciaran realize just how dangerous her hunger could become and forced her to truly acknowledge what the Force really was.

    Anyway, aside from that I'll formally acknowledge the sudden glut of Panory omakes tomorrow (holy shit man, slow down :V).
     
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