Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
Guys, the Invisible Hand is obviously supposed to mean the Force.
May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest)
- Thread starter Dr. Snark
- Start date
- Sci-Fi
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- Tags
- 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
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
The ship was named in OTL. We just hijacked it, layered on additional meanings Adam Smith is spinning in his grave about, and added in a bit of our own flair.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Did we Naboo it, or Metalorn it?
Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
It got Thrawn'd.
Jack_Trade
Chasing the Green Fairy
- Location
- Scotland
So this is slightly embarrassing but I've only just realized that HK is a reference to agent 47 from Hitman.
- Location
- Spain
Technically both characters are a reference to the Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947, AK-47 or Kalashnikov.So this is slightly embarrassing but I've only just realized that HK is a reference to agent 47 from Hitman.
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Wookieepedia dumpster dive / treasure hunt of the day : the Spelunker-class probe droid.
But Baron, we don't care about mining?
I dunno. Do you care about droids that do optical camouflage?
Throw in that sound sponges are a thing.
Seriously, who needs wiretaps when one of those things with a directional mic would be amazing.
But Baron, we don't care about mining?
I dunno. Do you care about droids that do optical camouflage?
Throw in that sound sponges are a thing.
Seriously, who needs wiretaps when one of those things with a directional mic would be amazing.
- Location
- Mt. Holly, North Carolina
Just realized, we are 70 pages short of hitting 1000 pages. Question is, who will be the first poster on it?
- Location
- Leeds
Isn't this like, super preemptive?
- Location
- My house, probably
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yes, but when has that ever stopped SV?
- Location
- Leeds
Judging by the response?
Now.
- Location
- Mt. Holly, North Carolina
Yes it is preemptive. Do you doubt we would hit it if the next post was a turn? Just from the reactions to everything I expect us to get close.
- Location
- Leeds
We had this discussion a few pages back. If the next post immediately after me is a turn I would expect about twenty pages of responses before the thread fell back into hibernation, assuming that the hiatus hasn't killed the interest of some more casual readers. Which leaves us 50 short of hitting 1000 pages.
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
So we have access to Lucrehulks. We've nerded out about just how potentially good they could be (fill the cargo bays with power plants and gun batteries and you have yourself a donut-shaped star destroyer, fill them with starfighters and you have a carrier, power plants and shield arrays and you have an absolute tank of a ship...)
Here's another perspective about how good they are as-is:
Here's another perspective about how good they are as-is:
(Omake) Grandfather's Wisdom (Canon)
- Location
- Too Deep in the Midnight Sea
I wrote a thing, it's been buzzing in my brain for days since I re-read my favourite bits of the story. It's set three turns (two years IRL) ago.
Grandfather's Wisdom
Or, Ciaran's secret talent was a secret for a reason.
Mitth'raw'nuruodo had always been curious, even as a small child, but by his reckoning this facet of his personality had helped more than hindered him, overall. For one, it made him accept the offer of a quite fascinating woman some years before and his employment at her service had him meet many other subjects for him to study, both animate and not.
Yet, he had to admit, among the colorful collection of figures composing the leadership of the Abyss Watchers, the image of Silas Cata didn't stand out in any particular fashion other than for his progeny's tendency to stumble into each other. To put it simply, as competent as he was, the galaxy was full of old philanderers, many of them with a past as adventurous as his had been.
Of course, this only made the old man's reaction to a small reminder from Ciaran's assistant droid pique the Chiss' interest more as he approached her office.
It was quite easy to deduce this was a golden chance to learn more about his mysterious current employer, so Mitth'raw'nuruodo quickly set aside the report he had intended to deliver and stepped up beside the rapidly departing human.
"What seems to be the problem, Silas?"
"Nothing. There's nothing wrong, Thrawn, what makes you think anything isn't just perfectly alright?" Curiously, rather than the panic he had first seen in the human's eyes, now he all he could read was resignation and… was that dread?
"I'd ask you not to insult my intelligence, but you would take it as a challenge" that at least drew a smirk from the scoundrel, meaning he would be more open to his questions. Excellent. "Be it as it may, though, I simply won't ignore you hearing of Ciaran's new training regime ony to immediately march towards her private training hall."
The Chiss calmly kept pace with the human as he mumbled something about blue busybodies and being too much alike for his old bones.
"Have I have told you how Ciara ended up in the intelligence field?" Silas started after a second of silence.
"I believe that would be because you abandoned her in the Coruscant underworld." Mitth'raw'nuruodo answered with a lifted eyebrow.
"Nah, that's how she started working there. I mean how she learned the ropes." Silas' poker face couldn't hide a slight flinch behind his flippant answer.
"I'd just presumed you had taught her during your peregrinations."
"Well, yeah, but there's more to that. I'm a scammer and a conman first, I deal with my marks face to face, read them and play them on the fly; oh, I inform myself, prepare as much as I can beforehand to sell it right, but the whole information brokering thing isn't really my bread and butter. Fact is, I initially wanted to teach her what I knew best."
"What changed?" The admiral asked as muted thumps came from down the corridor.
"First lesson I gave her was how to play the poor lost child to fleece idiots out of pocket change, so after she got her acting good enough I had her try it with a couple of marks while I watched her back. Only problem was, just as she was trying, someone I owed money to walked down the street and I had to hide for a couple minutes; when I came back, Ciara was nowhere to be seen and I could hear crying from a dark alley."
"..."
"Exactly. So, I run in the alley with my heart near my shins and guess what I see?"
"I'd rather not imagine it." Responded curtly the younger man as he made to open the gym door.
"Ah, shows what you know."
Mitth'raw'nuruodo stood in the doorway, frozen by the unexpected answer and the scene before him.
"Ah! How's that for a throw, you bucket of bolts?!" Echoed from inside, followed by a metallic crash.
"Lady Ciaran, please, my specifications never contemplated someone would be able to lift me-"
"Challenge accepted."
"Aaaaah!"
The old human deflated as the scene played back in his mind: "I saw a crying rodian, beaten black and blue, shoving credits in Ciara's hands swearing he hadn't seen anything and two other men knocked out in the floor; apparently, the third guy had heard the commotion and came to check it out... and then," Silas continued with a haunted look, "my nine year old blind granddaughter turns to me smiling with a steel pipe in her hands and says she's sorry it took her so long to convince the marks to give her the money, but now we could go get ice-cream like I promised."
"So you taught her how to acquire and sell information instead of conning." Commented slowly the Chiss, eyeing the scene of devastation before him, rapidly noting the many steel plates torn to pieces, the terrified training droid flying into a wall and the Matukai master huddled in a corner hiding behind a piece if personal armor with a fist sized hole in the middle, looking as if he had just unleashed a great evil upon an unsuspecting galaxy. He had.
"I taught her the only profession I knew with virtually no chance of her needing to personally convince someone ever again."
"I haven't had this much fun in years! Hey, watch this!"
"Lady Ciaran, that industrial ball bearing weights over 200kg, kicking it would shatt-" A meaty thump was followed by a deafening bang as the room metal walls gained yet another dent.
"You're telling me that the real forte of the woman who singlehandedly built one of the galaxy most powerful secret organisations in just a few years isn't in intrigue but…"
"Caving heads in, yeah. And now she isn't just psychic, she's got super strength, too."
Mitth'raw'nuruodo about-faced and walked back down the corridor. He supposed he should feel grateful to Silas Cata for the experience: before today, he had never equated existential terror with a single young woman juggling industrial machinery.
"Oh wait, where's my commlink? I've got to show this off to Asajj!"
Grandfather's Wisdom
Or, Ciaran's secret talent was a secret for a reason.
Mitth'raw'nuruodo had always been curious, even as a small child, but by his reckoning this facet of his personality had helped more than hindered him, overall. For one, it made him accept the offer of a quite fascinating woman some years before and his employment at her service had him meet many other subjects for him to study, both animate and not.
Yet, he had to admit, among the colorful collection of figures composing the leadership of the Abyss Watchers, the image of Silas Cata didn't stand out in any particular fashion other than for his progeny's tendency to stumble into each other. To put it simply, as competent as he was, the galaxy was full of old philanderers, many of them with a past as adventurous as his had been.
Of course, this only made the old man's reaction to a small reminder from Ciaran's assistant droid pique the Chiss' interest more as he approached her office.
It was quite easy to deduce this was a golden chance to learn more about his mysterious current employer, so Mitth'raw'nuruodo quickly set aside the report he had intended to deliver and stepped up beside the rapidly departing human.
"What seems to be the problem, Silas?"
"Nothing. There's nothing wrong, Thrawn, what makes you think anything isn't just perfectly alright?" Curiously, rather than the panic he had first seen in the human's eyes, now he all he could read was resignation and… was that dread?
"I'd ask you not to insult my intelligence, but you would take it as a challenge" that at least drew a smirk from the scoundrel, meaning he would be more open to his questions. Excellent. "Be it as it may, though, I simply won't ignore you hearing of Ciaran's new training regime ony to immediately march towards her private training hall."
The Chiss calmly kept pace with the human as he mumbled something about blue busybodies and being too much alike for his old bones.
"Have I have told you how Ciara ended up in the intelligence field?" Silas started after a second of silence.
"I believe that would be because you abandoned her in the Coruscant underworld." Mitth'raw'nuruodo answered with a lifted eyebrow.
"Nah, that's how she started working there. I mean how she learned the ropes." Silas' poker face couldn't hide a slight flinch behind his flippant answer.
"I'd just presumed you had taught her during your peregrinations."
"Well, yeah, but there's more to that. I'm a scammer and a conman first, I deal with my marks face to face, read them and play them on the fly; oh, I inform myself, prepare as much as I can beforehand to sell it right, but the whole information brokering thing isn't really my bread and butter. Fact is, I initially wanted to teach her what I knew best."
"What changed?" The admiral asked as muted thumps came from down the corridor.
"First lesson I gave her was how to play the poor lost child to fleece idiots out of pocket change, so after she got her acting good enough I had her try it with a couple of marks while I watched her back. Only problem was, just as she was trying, someone I owed money to walked down the street and I had to hide for a couple minutes; when I came back, Ciara was nowhere to be seen and I could hear crying from a dark alley."
"..."
"Exactly. So, I run in the alley with my heart near my shins and guess what I see?"
"I'd rather not imagine it." Responded curtly the younger man as he made to open the gym door.
"Ah, shows what you know."
Mitth'raw'nuruodo stood in the doorway, frozen by the unexpected answer and the scene before him.
"Ah! How's that for a throw, you bucket of bolts?!" Echoed from inside, followed by a metallic crash.
"Lady Ciaran, please, my specifications never contemplated someone would be able to lift me-"
"Challenge accepted."
"Aaaaah!"
The old human deflated as the scene played back in his mind: "I saw a crying rodian, beaten black and blue, shoving credits in Ciara's hands swearing he hadn't seen anything and two other men knocked out in the floor; apparently, the third guy had heard the commotion and came to check it out... and then," Silas continued with a haunted look, "my nine year old blind granddaughter turns to me smiling with a steel pipe in her hands and says she's sorry it took her so long to convince the marks to give her the money, but now we could go get ice-cream like I promised."
"So you taught her how to acquire and sell information instead of conning." Commented slowly the Chiss, eyeing the scene of devastation before him, rapidly noting the many steel plates torn to pieces, the terrified training droid flying into a wall and the Matukai master huddled in a corner hiding behind a piece if personal armor with a fist sized hole in the middle, looking as if he had just unleashed a great evil upon an unsuspecting galaxy. He had.
"I taught her the only profession I knew with virtually no chance of her needing to personally convince someone ever again."
"I haven't had this much fun in years! Hey, watch this!"
"Lady Ciaran, that industrial ball bearing weights over 200kg, kicking it would shatt-" A meaty thump was followed by a deafening bang as the room metal walls gained yet another dent.
"You're telling me that the real forte of the woman who singlehandedly built one of the galaxy most powerful secret organisations in just a few years isn't in intrigue but…"
"Caving heads in, yeah. And now she isn't just psychic, she's got super strength, too."
Mitth'raw'nuruodo about-faced and walked back down the corridor. He supposed he should feel grateful to Silas Cata for the experience: before today, he had never equated existential terror with a single young woman juggling industrial machinery.
"Oh wait, where's my commlink? I've got to show this off to Asajj!"
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Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
Thankfully stat changes are recorded as bonuses.
As such:
Martial - 15
Diplomacy - 16
Stewardship - 14
Intrigue - 21
Lore - 16
Learning - 16
Argidoll
And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?
- Location
- Dreamland
The problem is that in the original thread, the base stats are different.
Martial: 12
Diplomacy: 16
Stewardship: 14
Intrigue: 18
Lore: 14
Learning: 14
So yeah.
- Location
- At the Edge of Insanity
*Walks in* Absolutely not true. Thebigpieman is correct. Everything is as it should be. Yes. Totaly. Nothing suspicious happened while people weren't looking and I totaly did not edit the old char sheet just now for cheap laughs. Nope. *Walks right back out*
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- Location
- alphen aan den rijn
so its been a while from the last update so anyone got some good omake idea`s for ppl to run with?
Ciaran and co. complaining about how long it's been since the last update?
- Location
- At the Edge of Insanity
Ciaran and co. complaining about how long it's been since the last update?
That would be the second time we collectively complain via jokes. Then at some point Dr Snark will arrive, tell us how LIFE is preventing him from getting any writing done. Then we will continue to wait. Then we will complain again. At least I KNOW (or at least believe to know) that he is still alive.
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
It is not impossible that Dr Snark is actually a collective hallucination. Or he might be your split personality. It's not like anyone has seen you two in the same room...
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
I have one in the works. Only thing is it's had to vie for my attention with a death in the family, trying to sell a car, organizing an extended family party, housework, looking for a job, job training, failing out of school and pivoting into an entirely new direction. Also running my own game in the real world.
And dinner with me,which I can't cancel again.
And dinner with me,which I can't cancel again.