- Location
- USA
"If it twiches and is above room temp its alive." Jojobrn contributes the lowest threshold to being alive.
Anyone that follows BAHHSCQ will tell you that it's worth the wait.
Not that I need to tell you that, #2.
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
Anyone that follows BAHHSCQ will tell you that it's worth the wait.
Not that I need to tell you that, #2.
Khepri14
Thus kindly I scatter...
- Location
- Following the wind
Anyone that follows BAHHSCQ will tell you that it's worth the wait.
Not that I need to tell you that, #2.
The heck is BAHHSCQ? And glad to see you're alive @Dr. Snark.
trooperist
Cinnamon Roll AI
Battle Action Harem Highschool Side Character Quest.
Fairly popular quest here known for having many months between updates.
Hasn't updated in almost a year and half but we have hope it might someday.
Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
Anna is a good girl.
Khepri14
Thus kindly I scatter...
- Location
- Following the wind
I see. Thank you for the info.
Hey, anyone remember this?
Yup, that's right. It's time for...
Episode III
THE ABYSS GAZES BACK
THE ABYSS GAZES BACK
Jack_Trade
Chasing the Green Fairy
- Location
- Scotland
God this thing is gonna confuse the fuck out of, any randos that come across while looking for the star wars opening.
- Location
- In a tower. In the plane of Chaos.
So where are the episodes I and II openings? i need to know the opening crawl for those as well
I'm pretty sure this was in one of those "where is Dr. Snark" moments a while back, when the cattle were lowing and the natives were restless and the sailors contemplating mutiny. (Originally it said "[Insert New QM Here]" before they changed it to "the sinister PUBLICOLA").
All that to say:
Episode 1: I Always Wanted To Own The Galaxy
Episode 2: May The Invisible Hand Be With You
Episode 3: The Abyss Gazes Back
Cmd. Frost
The last one standing.
- Location
- The Summer Stretch
So there's a new thread?
- Location
- Leeds
This is a good point, we should make misleading plot synopsis's of the previous movie for all movies since 2 and post them as the original crawl.God this thing is gonna confuse the fuck out of, any randos that come across while looking for the star wars opening.
Nope; Dr. Snark has told us he'll be back & posting the update Real Soon Now, and he still intends to see this quest to its conclusion. So no new thread; we're sticking with this one. The original post was just tongue-in-cheek.
(Omake) Conversations With Dead People (Canon)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Conversations with Dead People
Serenno
The echoing halls of the family castle were a stark reminder of his isolation. Only the occasional serving droid, nobody's honest idea of a conversationalist, clanked its way through the silence. On the one hand, he could imagine that the staleness would not exist with a family, or (given the sheer expanse of this place) families comprising a greater whole, wandering these halls. In another time or another life, perhaps that would have been the case. On the other hand, he supposed that the castle had been built to impose upon anyone within the notion that their words and actions echoed beyond themselves, and to have a care how loud or what sound was made. The unintentional side effect of the size and reverberant nature of the rooms was that unless one was surrounded by a cacophony, those echoes were fleeting, and one's own isolation and insignificance to the larger whole was practically manifest in the room alongside you, a not quite physical but ever present reminder. He did not care for it.
Idly, Count Dooku wondered if depression or sociopathy ran in the family. If this castle was any indication, he wouldn't like what he found if he looked too hard. While silent, it was still doubtless that ghosts roamed these halls. Perhaps not in the literal sense, but the weight of the past was almost palpable at times. Entering the study, really a library all its own (the true 'library' in the castle was immense and far too cavernous for his liking) he passed by a collection of stone busts, not unlike the ones in the Archive of the Jedi Order. He pointedly avoided sparing any of the cold faces a glance as he leafed through the titles on the closest shelf before finding his quarry: an old book about apostate Jedi from the long distant past. Before his final departure, the former master had 'liberated' it from Jocasta Nu's collection, where it had been undisturbed for several hundred years. It, along with several other forgotten or discouraged tomes, possessed knowledge, thoughts and wisdom that he needed…or at least, he didn't need the Jedi Order wasting their access to.
Now, he intended to do a bit of reading up on his former pupil's favourite era and heroes. Ciaran seemed to have gleaned a great deal of insight about the present day from these times, so it stood to reason that it might be worth looking into himself. He paused near the bust of his brother and predecessor, feeling a twinge or two of regret about everything there. Perhaps it had been a mistake to drive Kostanza and Adan off-planet and into the arms of the Republic, but if one couldn't even depend on the loyalty of family, then what loyalty could ever suffice? Certainly he had more or less usurped her position as Regent for his nephew, but her goals lay along a different path than his, to say nothing of their respective needs. Besides, Kostanza had never liked his methods, nor he hers—they would have clashed sooner or later, and that was nothing that Adan needed to witness or grow up around. No, it was better for everyone that they were safely ensconced on Alderaan (Really, did she think he didn't know precisely where they were or how safe their situation was? Honestly.) and it was for the best that he was here in the castle. Alone.
A lone droid wandered into the study, asking if he desired anything. He dismissed it without a word or a glance, merely a gesture in its direction. As it clanked away, he wondered if his master would disdain him wanting a person or two around, or if he would simply act to prevent it from happening. He wasn't entirely sure why Sidious kept him isolated, though he had a few theories: perhaps it was a way of reinforcing that all his past bridges were burned and gone behind him, that the only way forward was by his master's side; or perhaps it was a sign of Sidious' lack of faith, that his master thought him malleable ... or worse, redeemable. Or perhaps Sidious didn't spare him any more thought than necessary. That seemed increasingly likely the longer they went without sustained interaction, never mind positive ones (he unconsciously rubbed at the soreness of his neck) and the longer he had to stew upon what Ciaran had said to him over their dinner.
Dooku was curious, he could admit, about how much of the former Darth Traya's teachings Ciaran truly adhered to, and what her feelings were about the Sith title of Darth - it had not come up in their discussions at dinner, nor at their most recent conversation. In retrospect, her actions were certainly in line with Sith ambitions, and possessing not only the desire but the ability to influence events to her favour if not directly control them was impressive. And yet she clearly rejected the grasp of the Dark Side and being consumed or controlled in turn by her emotions or ambitions, and he suspected that her willpower might simply be stronger than his. He would never admit it, but that wasn't the only impression she'd left upon him—his joints still ached sometimes, especially when inclement weather was approaching. Their battle, while brief and invigorating, was as firm a reminder as anything else could have been that he had grown terribly old. Even with his frustrations and anger at his condition fueling the dark Force energies within him, he could not make himself younger or faster. A master of his crafts he might be, but his increasingly decrepit body betrayed his peerless mind, and no amount of irritation or rage could turn back time.
He wondered, out of nowhere, if it was what his father had felt like as infirmity claimed him. His brother had not exactly been a young man when he died, but their father had been very old by human standards. And Dooku was older now than his father had ever been. Without the Force (and he wondered every once in a while if the Dark Side truly helped him any more than the light in this respect) he would have likely aged similar to his father, even if he took infinitely better care of himself than the old man apparently had. Following a sudden compulsion, he walked onward and approached the podium where the stone likeness of Gora Dooku sat on for eternity.
He found his father's bust to be at once aloof and utterly unremarkable. Perhaps his own impressions colored his vision, but he felt some certainty that he wasn't wrong. He usually wasn't, in his estimations. The eyes of a bust could not truly capture life, but Dooku was sure he didn't imagine the dullness in them, and he definitely did not conjure the air of sloth nor singlemindedness that recreated what he was given to understand was almost a perfect likeness of his late father.
After their respective accessions to Jedi Master and Count of Serenno, he and his brother Bron had maintained distant but cordial contact. He learned a great deal about the planet, the family, and himself from his times with Bron, but most particularly he learned that Gora had cared little for anything that was not in direct relation to his personal pleasures or power plays…including his wife and sons. It was after Bron's passing that he learned not only was their father a selfish hedonist, he was also a prize fool that other nobles dismissed or denigrated depending on their amount of exposure to him. Dooku had learned also that Kostanza had expertly played off of their mistaken impressions of the family as a whole, and was doing her utmost to ensure that her son had nothing of his grandfather save his familial name. On that front, at least, she and Dooku were in perfect agreement.
"I don't know what wisdom I could hope for you to impart to me," he dryly imparted to the stone bust in front of him. "You clearly never invested any interest or effort in me, nor in any other facet of your life, and even if you had you're in no position to offer anything now. Narrow-minded pursuit of your goals didn't work out in the end, did they?"
The lifeless eyes somehow gave features to the quiet voice within his head that asked, And how has your approach been working out again? Dooku did his best to ignore this. He already dealt with enough doubt in himself and his choices, he needed no help in that respect. Shaking his head, he began to turn away before feeling compelled to say, "At least when I work towards a goal, I do so from any angle that will succeed, regardless of if I like it or not. It doesn't have to be my plan in order for it to be the right plan."
Is that how you justify your allegiance to Sidious? He scoffed at the thought. "I don't justify anything to anyone. Krayt dragons do not concern themselves with the opinions of banthas, nor I with those of the willfully blind. Inaction and trust in entropy has done nothing to encourage good results, and I'm not so sure it hasn't discouraged them. The ways of the Order, the ways of the Republic are inefficient."
The Rule of Law, in complex times, has proved itself deficient, the voice taunted. We much prefer the Rule of Men, it's vastly more efficient.
Dooku rolled his eyes, unbound by social custom in his solitude. "When the law is twisted by those with power, men must rise up to right the natural order. That isn't descending into anarchy, it is course correction, and it is a course correction only those willing to act with complete ruthlessness can provide." If that order is purchased with chaos, destruction and the blood of billions, and paid to a man like Sidious, who consorts with and is surrounded by the very agents of perversion and corruption you so detest, what worth can it conceivably have? Dooku had no good answer to that, and he knew it. "It must be better than doing nothing."
Must it?
For a time, there was nothing. Then, Dooku looked at the bust with a certain amount of self-deprecation. "This conversation would be far less absurd if you were anything approaching an active participant," he said ruefully. "Then again, perhaps I have reached that age where I'm moved to utterance of thoughts properly kept silent. At any rate, you're certainly the closest thing to a lively conversant I'll find here."
"I'd like to test that theory," came a voice from behind. Dooku whirled, but not bristling at the notion of someone intruding on his solitude. What he felt and heard could not possibly be real, he must have been succumbing to madness brought on by his isolation. But the insolence in the inflection, the quiet yet firm rebuke that had been his bane for almost a decade and lingered inside his head far longer than that was outside of it now. He could not possibly believe his own ears nor his own eyes, yet they only confirmed what the Force told him about what he saw. The presence, the tone, and the appearance together were irrefutable. The book of apostate Jedi fell from his hands, quite forgotten.
"Hello, Master," said Qui-Gon Jinn.
Part II is forthcoming.
Serenno
The echoing halls of the family castle were a stark reminder of his isolation. Only the occasional serving droid, nobody's honest idea of a conversationalist, clanked its way through the silence. On the one hand, he could imagine that the staleness would not exist with a family, or (given the sheer expanse of this place) families comprising a greater whole, wandering these halls. In another time or another life, perhaps that would have been the case. On the other hand, he supposed that the castle had been built to impose upon anyone within the notion that their words and actions echoed beyond themselves, and to have a care how loud or what sound was made. The unintentional side effect of the size and reverberant nature of the rooms was that unless one was surrounded by a cacophony, those echoes were fleeting, and one's own isolation and insignificance to the larger whole was practically manifest in the room alongside you, a not quite physical but ever present reminder. He did not care for it.
Idly, Count Dooku wondered if depression or sociopathy ran in the family. If this castle was any indication, he wouldn't like what he found if he looked too hard. While silent, it was still doubtless that ghosts roamed these halls. Perhaps not in the literal sense, but the weight of the past was almost palpable at times. Entering the study, really a library all its own (the true 'library' in the castle was immense and far too cavernous for his liking) he passed by a collection of stone busts, not unlike the ones in the Archive of the Jedi Order. He pointedly avoided sparing any of the cold faces a glance as he leafed through the titles on the closest shelf before finding his quarry: an old book about apostate Jedi from the long distant past. Before his final departure, the former master had 'liberated' it from Jocasta Nu's collection, where it had been undisturbed for several hundred years. It, along with several other forgotten or discouraged tomes, possessed knowledge, thoughts and wisdom that he needed…or at least, he didn't need the Jedi Order wasting their access to.
Now, he intended to do a bit of reading up on his former pupil's favourite era and heroes. Ciaran seemed to have gleaned a great deal of insight about the present day from these times, so it stood to reason that it might be worth looking into himself. He paused near the bust of his brother and predecessor, feeling a twinge or two of regret about everything there. Perhaps it had been a mistake to drive Kostanza and Adan off-planet and into the arms of the Republic, but if one couldn't even depend on the loyalty of family, then what loyalty could ever suffice? Certainly he had more or less usurped her position as Regent for his nephew, but her goals lay along a different path than his, to say nothing of their respective needs. Besides, Kostanza had never liked his methods, nor he hers—they would have clashed sooner or later, and that was nothing that Adan needed to witness or grow up around. No, it was better for everyone that they were safely ensconced on Alderaan (Really, did she think he didn't know precisely where they were or how safe their situation was? Honestly.) and it was for the best that he was here in the castle. Alone.
A lone droid wandered into the study, asking if he desired anything. He dismissed it without a word or a glance, merely a gesture in its direction. As it clanked away, he wondered if his master would disdain him wanting a person or two around, or if he would simply act to prevent it from happening. He wasn't entirely sure why Sidious kept him isolated, though he had a few theories: perhaps it was a way of reinforcing that all his past bridges were burned and gone behind him, that the only way forward was by his master's side; or perhaps it was a sign of Sidious' lack of faith, that his master thought him malleable ... or worse, redeemable. Or perhaps Sidious didn't spare him any more thought than necessary. That seemed increasingly likely the longer they went without sustained interaction, never mind positive ones (he unconsciously rubbed at the soreness of his neck) and the longer he had to stew upon what Ciaran had said to him over their dinner.
Dooku was curious, he could admit, about how much of the former Darth Traya's teachings Ciaran truly adhered to, and what her feelings were about the Sith title of Darth - it had not come up in their discussions at dinner, nor at their most recent conversation. In retrospect, her actions were certainly in line with Sith ambitions, and possessing not only the desire but the ability to influence events to her favour if not directly control them was impressive. And yet she clearly rejected the grasp of the Dark Side and being consumed or controlled in turn by her emotions or ambitions, and he suspected that her willpower might simply be stronger than his. He would never admit it, but that wasn't the only impression she'd left upon him—his joints still ached sometimes, especially when inclement weather was approaching. Their battle, while brief and invigorating, was as firm a reminder as anything else could have been that he had grown terribly old. Even with his frustrations and anger at his condition fueling the dark Force energies within him, he could not make himself younger or faster. A master of his crafts he might be, but his increasingly decrepit body betrayed his peerless mind, and no amount of irritation or rage could turn back time.
He wondered, out of nowhere, if it was what his father had felt like as infirmity claimed him. His brother had not exactly been a young man when he died, but their father had been very old by human standards. And Dooku was older now than his father had ever been. Without the Force (and he wondered every once in a while if the Dark Side truly helped him any more than the light in this respect) he would have likely aged similar to his father, even if he took infinitely better care of himself than the old man apparently had. Following a sudden compulsion, he walked onward and approached the podium where the stone likeness of Gora Dooku sat on for eternity.
He found his father's bust to be at once aloof and utterly unremarkable. Perhaps his own impressions colored his vision, but he felt some certainty that he wasn't wrong. He usually wasn't, in his estimations. The eyes of a bust could not truly capture life, but Dooku was sure he didn't imagine the dullness in them, and he definitely did not conjure the air of sloth nor singlemindedness that recreated what he was given to understand was almost a perfect likeness of his late father.
After their respective accessions to Jedi Master and Count of Serenno, he and his brother Bron had maintained distant but cordial contact. He learned a great deal about the planet, the family, and himself from his times with Bron, but most particularly he learned that Gora had cared little for anything that was not in direct relation to his personal pleasures or power plays…including his wife and sons. It was after Bron's passing that he learned not only was their father a selfish hedonist, he was also a prize fool that other nobles dismissed or denigrated depending on their amount of exposure to him. Dooku had learned also that Kostanza had expertly played off of their mistaken impressions of the family as a whole, and was doing her utmost to ensure that her son had nothing of his grandfather save his familial name. On that front, at least, she and Dooku were in perfect agreement.
"I don't know what wisdom I could hope for you to impart to me," he dryly imparted to the stone bust in front of him. "You clearly never invested any interest or effort in me, nor in any other facet of your life, and even if you had you're in no position to offer anything now. Narrow-minded pursuit of your goals didn't work out in the end, did they?"
The lifeless eyes somehow gave features to the quiet voice within his head that asked, And how has your approach been working out again? Dooku did his best to ignore this. He already dealt with enough doubt in himself and his choices, he needed no help in that respect. Shaking his head, he began to turn away before feeling compelled to say, "At least when I work towards a goal, I do so from any angle that will succeed, regardless of if I like it or not. It doesn't have to be my plan in order for it to be the right plan."
Is that how you justify your allegiance to Sidious? He scoffed at the thought. "I don't justify anything to anyone. Krayt dragons do not concern themselves with the opinions of banthas, nor I with those of the willfully blind. Inaction and trust in entropy has done nothing to encourage good results, and I'm not so sure it hasn't discouraged them. The ways of the Order, the ways of the Republic are inefficient."
The Rule of Law, in complex times, has proved itself deficient, the voice taunted. We much prefer the Rule of Men, it's vastly more efficient.
Dooku rolled his eyes, unbound by social custom in his solitude. "When the law is twisted by those with power, men must rise up to right the natural order. That isn't descending into anarchy, it is course correction, and it is a course correction only those willing to act with complete ruthlessness can provide." If that order is purchased with chaos, destruction and the blood of billions, and paid to a man like Sidious, who consorts with and is surrounded by the very agents of perversion and corruption you so detest, what worth can it conceivably have? Dooku had no good answer to that, and he knew it. "It must be better than doing nothing."
Must it?
For a time, there was nothing. Then, Dooku looked at the bust with a certain amount of self-deprecation. "This conversation would be far less absurd if you were anything approaching an active participant," he said ruefully. "Then again, perhaps I have reached that age where I'm moved to utterance of thoughts properly kept silent. At any rate, you're certainly the closest thing to a lively conversant I'll find here."
"I'd like to test that theory," came a voice from behind. Dooku whirled, but not bristling at the notion of someone intruding on his solitude. What he felt and heard could not possibly be real, he must have been succumbing to madness brought on by his isolation. But the insolence in the inflection, the quiet yet firm rebuke that had been his bane for almost a decade and lingered inside his head far longer than that was outside of it now. He could not possibly believe his own ears nor his own eyes, yet they only confirmed what the Force told him about what he saw. The presence, the tone, and the appearance together were irrefutable. The book of apostate Jedi fell from his hands, quite forgotten.
"Hello, Master," said Qui-Gon Jinn.
Part II is forthcoming.
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Khepri14
Thus kindly I scatter...
- Location
- Following the wind
You were the original author. Take over temporarily if need be 'cause I need my fix too!
#joking
Nicholas Brooks
Redeemer and Destroyer
- Location
- United States
Sanity? You still have that useless old thing?
- Location
- At the Edge of Insanity
Forget it. I have stopped writing since I'm just horrificaly bad at it. Not to mention that I would try exploit that power to scrub at least two people in this story either from existence or at least my memory. Yes, even after over a year I still can't stand them.
No.
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Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
I'm curious: which two and why?
- Location
- USA
If it's any consolation, I enjoyed what you had in all your quests.
@Teron, I'm also curious, especially if it's one of our Hero Units or just an Abysswalker. (Don't you dare say it's Mungo Baobab. That man is a galactic treasure). As long as it's an Abysswalker, though...
Nice thing about our roster -- each Abysswalker is just so different, that you can focus on the ones you like and ignore the ones that don't work for you. I'm pretty 'meh' about the guy who likes explosions, so I generally skimmed the sections whenever he showed up on the Foundry. The 'pew pew' Kaleesh guy, though, that was one of the funniest things I'd ever read.
- Location
- Leeds
As long as long as we get the teddy bear abyss walker anyone is an acceptable sacrifice.
- Location
- At the Edge of Insanity
To answer the question:
Darra, for a good bunch of reasons which have all be mentioned by various people often enough.
Riphath, as the only things that stand out to me when he pops are 'bumbling, self deprecation, self esteem issues combined with occasional incompetence and paranoia'.
After 'Knight Time' also the entire Tython Order.
Darra, for a good bunch of reasons which have all be mentioned by various people often enough.
Riphath, as the only things that stand out to me when he pops are 'bumbling, self deprecation, self esteem issues combined with occasional incompetence and paranoia'.
After 'Knight Time' also the entire Tython Order.
UbeOne
Daydreaming CPU
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- She/Her