That would have been predictable and Ciaran doesn't do predictable.
May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest)
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That would have been predictable and Ciaran doesn't do predictable.
(Omake) As A Spy (Currently Non-canon)
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
As a Spy
Organized crime is easy to infiltrate. Large groups up to no good can't turn their noses up at warm bodies willing to break the law. Unfortunately, warm bodies don't get sensitive information. If you want at the good stuff, you need to enter high, and more often than not, that means approaching the right person.
"Another round for my friend Galvin here!" I shout to the bartender as I sit down next to the cousin of the head of the largest crime syndicate in the galaxy.
"Now don't let anyone say I've ever turned down a free drink, but I don't think I know you." The best way to a Zeltron's heart was through alcohol. It wouldn't make you bosom buddies, but it would make sure they heard you out.
"Of course you don't know me, we've never met. I have some services that might be useful to you." I said, keeping things vague and quiet, laughing as the bartender refilled Galvin's drink. Bars were great for meeting people, but bad for discussing espionage.
"If you're looking to work together on a job, I'm sorry to say I've just finished one. Not looking for another score anytime soon." Galvin took a sip from his drink. "Flattered though."
"Well maybe you aren't looking for someone, but maybe your cousin is." It's always risky showing a target what you knew, but sometimes it's necessary to learn more.
"I got a lot of cousins pal, you're gonna have to be more specific." Galvin gives me a long, hard stare. "You aren't one of my cousins by any chance, are you?"
"Pretty sure I'm not one of your cousins." I pause to take a sip from my drink. Not enough to get tipsy, but lengthy enough for him to respond. When he doesn't, I continue. "And I think we know which of your cousins would value discretion and talent."
Zeltron are rarely subdued. There wasn't much between party animal and berserker. Honestly, I was impressed Galvin even managed a few second of serious silence before responding. "I'm not the guy to talk to about this sort of thing."
"No, you're exactly the guy to talk to. I don't have the time to cut through all the bureaucracy and red tape." Half of getting in with an asset was buttering them up and making them feel important. "I have the kind of skills that are wasted anywhere other than the top." The other half was making you feel important to them.
"And what skills are those?" Galvin shook his head a bit. "No, scratch that. Who are you in the first place?"
Choosing a cover always runs the risk that you'll be found out. No false documents are perfect, no backstory is airtight, no number of associates vouching for you will cover up the fact that you don't actually exist if someone is willing to look deep enough. And if anyone is willing to look deep enough, it's the head of an intergalactic criminal organization vetting someone for the inner circle. Of course, there's always one cover that is unassailable.
The truth.
"My name is Michael Westen. I used to be a spy."
AN: So I maybe watched 4 seasons of Burn Notice in the past month. Now, I'm not saying we need to recruit Michael Westen, but I do want to recruit Michael Westen. Because this is exactly the kind of shenanigans we need more of.
NexysDhyArchen
Throne Breaker
Honestly, that omake just makes me want to know how many different ways people have tried to get into our organization, how, and whether or not they had any idea of what they were trying to get into.
It's one thing to get into a well informed crime syndicate. Another to deal with an interstellar one. Quite a whole other deal getting into one that's a galactic power unto itself.
It's one thing to get into a well informed crime syndicate. Another to deal with an interstellar one. Quite a whole other deal getting into one that's a galactic power unto itself.
Hi Ciaran!
So much for "approaching the right person".
Or not.
Oh man, that would be the best.
Michael: *finish giving his pitch*
Galvin: I see. *turn to bartender* What do you think boss ?
Ciaran: Definitely crazy enough to fit in with us. You'll feel right at home new-meat.
Michael: ...Well shit.
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NexysDhyArchen
Throne Breaker
Even better if she wasn't the bartender when he first sat down.
- Location
- Leeds
There is a non zero chance that any given bartender in the galaxy is non zero.
Over the millions of worlds, mathmatically this implies there are multiple Ciarans, this hasn't been proven... however its also not proven to be false.
- Location
- Budapest, Hungary
So she discovered the B-Space?
NexysDhyArchen
Throne Breaker
Ciaran is the House Special.
- Location
- Nottinghamshire, England
Which, at least in my opinion, makes them a much better group than the other two. The former, because you can live however you want and not get looked down upon/kicked out for it. The latter, because you wouldn't have to break/ignore your personal Moral Compass to advance in the group.
Which would make them really attractive to those who just plain didn't give a Dingo's Kidney about the Jedi or the Sith. Especially the fact that you don't have to focus on a particular side of the Force, follow a specific lifestyle, or have to perform specific acts that you are squeamish about.
I, for one, don't know. But they'll most likely be in a unique position as their own Force Wielders won't have any compunctions about tapping into either side of the Force as the situation demands. They'll also, most likely I think, develop a far more accurate, and far less biased, view of the Force.
Combine that with our balanced(-ish) usage of both sides of the Force, and we'd be a military force to be reckoned with.
Michael: How and When in the Seven Hells did you get there?!?!
Ciaran: I owed the bartender a solid, so I offered to take the rest of [his/her] shift.
Michael: ...And for how long where you listening?
Galvin: Ever since my drink was refilled, ya' dumbass.
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(Omake) Falling With Style, Pt. 2 (Canon)
- Location
- The Air Capital
Falling with Style, Part 2
Kalee, Low Orbit
Xana Ordo traded a disbelieving glance to apparently the only other remotely rational being in the room before Rokwurro turned back to Commander Epsken.
"Rarcwo rooohu ahwhcrawhwo?" The Wookie incredulously queried.
Epsken appeared to think about it for half a second and then raised his left hand with his thumb and index finger a short distance apart. A good number of the squad grinned in amusement, with Sarrin letting loose a booming laugh followed with a "She's got you there, Kal!"
"Sir, I think you have a problem with your brain being missing." Xana stated deadpan in response.
"I surely do." Was his infuriating answer, causing Shir and Neal to break out in giggles. He waited for them to stop before looking at Xana and Rock with a raised brow ridge. "Other than my sadly terminal case of void induced madness, what seems to be the issue?"
It took considerable willpower, but Xana managed to not throw her arms up in exasperation or to strangle her superior. Both sounded good right now, though. "Just about everything, Sir. This plan is infeasible, not to mention more than likely suicidal!" She ground out.
The Sluissi traded both the Wookiee and her a look that reminded her of when her father was humoring all of her questions as he trained her the ways of the the hunt; a calm patience born of hard worn experience."Okay, that's fair." He replied evenly before looking to the the Alderaanian medic. "Doc, you see any issues from your end?"
Doctor Ors ran a hand through his bushy beard idly in thought. "Not really. With the shields active it will be at most uncomfortably warm for a couple of minutes during reentry; but the armor will easily ablate it. Between our grav chutes and repulsor packs, getting to ground once in atmo is a non issue."
Epsken held up a silencing finger at Xana before she could interject and turned to Mussaboon who was gesticulating wildly as she privately conversed with Oki. "Oi, Mussa!"
The Gungan span to face her commander, nearly smacking her Clawdite friend in the face with one of her ears if she hadn't of ducked to the side with practiced familiarity. "Yesa boss?"
"The shield will hold long enough to get us through?" He queried.
"Yeppers! Witda the powah generator spliced in the shields will be super bombad." She nodded enthusiastically.
Moxxi broke in shortly afterwards with her programmed sultry tone "I'll have some alone time to interface with the generator controls and make sure those those shields will stay up for a good, long time before they go down. Nobody likes the consequences when their protection fails, after all."
Epsken coughed into his fist. "Yes. Does that ease your concerns, Xana?"
"It does somewhat, Sir. I still have qualms about you plan on dealing with the base." The Mandalorian woman admitted as she subconsciously scooted a bit farther away from the droid.
"I hate to ever admit this, but we're not packing enough explosives to take down the base. So this is the best chance of killing two gizka with one rock. Al'lid, you're absolutely positive this will have enough yield to crack the base?" Epsken asked the Verpine sitting next to him.
"Yezz. By an order of magnitude, at leazt. We will be enhanzing the yield by uzing our ztock of thermal detonatorzz. Thizz would not work normally; but the reactor model uzezz a baradium jacket to zhield the core, enzuring a runaway zupercritcal reaction when it izz breached on impact." The verpines' words had an slight buzzing reverb to them.
Epsken then jacked a thumb behind him at the Correlian in the room. "The last part of this plan requires crashing intentionally, so I think Olvia has that more than covered."
"Bite me, o fearless leader." She shot back without any real heat along with a crude hand gesture.
"Pass. You mammals always taste horrible." The Slussi snarked, his tongue flicking rapidly at the pilot from between his fangs.
Xana cleared her throat to interrupt.
"Anyways, back on track. Issa will be patch into the station-keeping thrusters, and then from there we'll jury rig up a kit bashed control system so that Olvia can 'pilot' it." He emphasized the word pilot with air quotes. Anyways, I figured you'd probably be up for recreating what your ancestors did back during the Mandalorian wars. We unfortunately don't have a basilisk war droid laying around, so sadly we are forced to improvise."
Xana sighed before looking over to Rock to see if she was okay with this. The svelte Wookiee nodded back at her. "Fine. We're in."
"Excellent. Glad you're both on board. I want you supervising the others while I try to give Cünuel an ulcer and pester Dani into helping." The commander ordered before slithering off to the cockpit.
The Oracle, CIC
Cünuel Barnas paced back and forth as he supervised the combat information center aboard The Oracle, keeping everyone with up to date information during the battle for Kalee. Space superiority was still being contested with the CIS having broken through to begin planetary assault with their landers. The quiet buzz of the commlink on his hip pulled his attention away from the monitoring screens.
Cünuel picked up the comm on the next buzz after IDing the caller. "What do you need Kal?"
"Just letting you know that we're securing alternate transport to the planet, the Trayders' Perrel V engines got scrapped by a lucky suicide droid. And a favor."
Cünuel could feel the headache coming. "Kal, the last time you asked for a favor there was a running firefight using hovercarts across Denons' premier greenputt course."
"Heh. Good times." He said with a chuckle of fond remembrance before getting back to the original purpose of the comm. "I need contact codes for the Kallesh Wardens as well as admin access to the emergency broadcast and response system located in the Mournland."
"Okay, I'll bite. Why?" Asked the horribly intrigued man from Coruscant.
"Because I'm dropping KKV ortillery on a hardened CIS position and I don't want to hit any of the Wardens." Epskens' bland delivery was drier than the Tatooine desert.
"That makes sense," he said nodding along before the true scope of the crazy Slussians' statement clicked in his head. "Wait. WHAT?! Explain."
"Do you really want to know specifics or do you want to have plausible deniability when you're asked about this?" Was the measured response.
"I should make Ciaran promote you to manning a desk, you maniac," Cünuel grounded out.
"That's cruel and unusual punishment even for you. Look, this is the best option present out a slew of terrible ones. Besides, if we do kriff things up, it's not like you'll be able to yell at all of us." The Slussi said truthfully to his friend.
"...Fine."
Kalee, Abyss Watchers Military Compound
Dani Plenar was currently mentally preparing herself for the oncoming fight, only to have her commlink beep with a incoming call. She thumbed the device, rejecting the call. It beeped again. Frowning, she rejected the call again. It beeped again.
"What the kriff is so important?!" she hissed into the commlink after accepting the call.
"Wow, somebody woke up feeling Sithy this morning." The voice of her friend Nisskal drawled back.
"What. Do. You. Want." She grated out.
"Nice Asajj impression! I'd rate it a solid eight and a half out of ten, it was a little light on the snarling. Anyways, could you get Fangirl on the line? Please?"
Dani's acerbic response was cut short both by confusion and wariness. The mad snake that that was one of her best friends was being polite. "Why do you need to talk to Kygeetu?" she suspiciously asked.
"Because I have a question that requires a Kaleesh to answer and Grievous practically refuses to talk to this 'honor-less viper' after the Carbonite Incident." The Slussi replied, not sounding contrite about that debacle at all.
She couldn't shake the bad feeling that she was getting about this, but it was easy enough to find the Kaleesh Abyss Walker. Sighing she turned on the speakercomm and called over to the nearby Force user.
"Hey, Kygeetu. Got Epsken on the line. Needs to ask you a question." She didn't miss the look of slight distate on the Kaleesh Abyss Walker's face when she mentioned her friends' name.
"Yes?" She stated.
"Heya Kygeetu! I need to know if there's anything in the Mournland of religious and/or historical significance to your people that I should avoid hitting with any collateral damage." Epsken asked, which cranked Danis' earlier wariness up to eleven. Nisskal preferred to beg forgiveness than ask permission, so he and that group of lunatics were most definitely up to something.
Kygeetu, meanwhile had a perplexed look on her face. "Not that I'm aware of. Kalee as a whole hasn't had time to reclaim the cities we lost there from the Huk occupation. It's more of a symbolic reminder of what was lost than having any intrinsic value."
"Great! That's a relief. Thanks for answering." Epsken said, oddly happy about it.
"What the kriff is this about, Nisskal?" Dani asked bluntly.
"Nothing you need to worry about. Or not worry about for long." He blithely brushed off her question before apparently remembering something. "Oh! One final thing Dani! When you get a chance would you tell Piebald and Gorta that 'I win'. Thanks!" The comm went dead as the two Abyss Walkers stared blinking at one another.
"I don't know what that was all about, but it giving him free reign was probably a bad idea." The Zeltron Abyss Walker told her counterpart.
"Ancestors, what have I done." Kygeetu moaned with dawning horror.
Kalee,
Fifteen minutes later, YCS/186, a weather/communications satellite was noted to be shunted suddenly out of its normal orbit while rapidly decreasing in altitude. The personnel and droids monitoring the battlefield on both sides flagged it as a result of combat debris or an errant shot from the pitched battle before turning their attention to other more important details.
A/N: I intended to get this out earlier, but between my inner muse suffering ennui and my work I kinda left this by the wayside. Anyways, the finale in part 3 should hopefully arrive quicker than this one.
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As much sense as Overkill Ortillery on a friendly planet does anyway!- Location
- Spain
Ok, it seems that there is now a Canonical meaning to the Balance thingy in "the Chosen One Prophecy", according to the new novel Master and Apprentice.
It goes by the Ying and Yang route, the Balance means that both Light and Dark will continue existing, their war will end without any victor and that Dark and Light will finally be able to coexist in Harmony.
Basically the destruction of both the Jedi and the Sith and the restoration of the old Je'daii order.
Which makes the whole Prophecy thingy a BIG NO, NO for both Sith and Jedi.
It goes by the Ying and Yang route, the Balance means that both Light and Dark will continue existing, their war will end without any victor and that Dark and Light will finally be able to coexist in Harmony.
Basically the destruction of both the Jedi and the Sith and the restoration of the old Je'daii order.
Which makes the whole Prophecy thingy a BIG NO, NO for both Sith and Jedi.
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Geez, this thread is quiet.
1 week since the last post in the thread.
2 weeks since the last omake.
4 weeks since the last note from Dr. Snark.
8 weeks since the last story post.
16 weeks since the last "Where's the QM?" post.
I'm kinda scared what I'll find if I look for whatever happened 32 weeks ago.
EDIT: The answer is... 32 weeks ago, this happened. This is getting weird.
EDIT 2: 64 weeks ago, @Teron drank tea like a goddamn gentleman.
EDIT 3: 128 weeks ago, @Dr. Snark took over the quest from Teron and wrote the OP for the new thread. (Technically it was 129 weeks. Close enough).
On the plus side, after the last "Where's the QM" post, Dr. Snark updated the story within the week. So... the stars align?
1 week since the last post in the thread.
2 weeks since the last omake.
4 weeks since the last note from Dr. Snark.
8 weeks since the last story post.
16 weeks since the last "Where's the QM?" post.
I'm kinda scared what I'll find if I look for whatever happened 32 weeks ago.
EDIT: The answer is... 32 weeks ago, this happened. This is getting weird.
EDIT 2: 64 weeks ago, @Teron drank tea like a goddamn gentleman.
EDIT 3: 128 weeks ago, @Dr. Snark took over the quest from Teron and wrote the OP for the new thread. (Technically it was 129 weeks. Close enough).
On the plus side, after the last "Where's the QM" post, Dr. Snark updated the story within the week. So... the stars align?
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- Location
- Leeds
But what happened 256 weeks ago!
- Location
- Staring into the void
- Location
- Leeds
But what happened 512 weeks ago!?!?
How deep does this rabbit hole go?
- Location
- Staring into the void
April 2014: Lucasfilm Story Group announced the end of the EU.
Does the 10th anniversary of The Phantom Menace count? (That was May 2009; 512 weeks exact would be June...)
1024 weeks ago (technically 1040 weeks) was the premier of The Phantom Menace.
2048 weeks ago (technically 2030 weeks) marks the release of The Empire Strikes Back.
<checks google>
<checks wikia>
<checks actual wiki>
George Lucas wasn't actually born yet, so... Battle of Britain? Feisty rag-tag rebels versus overpowering monolithic empire sounds about right.
Alternately, there was also the release of Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe, one of the stories that inspired Star Wars.
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- Location
- My house, probably
- Pronouns
- He/Him
wtf. does this rabbit hole go on forever or what?
- Location
- Australia
I mean that's kinda how history works.