May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest)
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Well it is still the afterlife and entirely part of the various Sorceries and Alchemies of the Galaxy.
Spiritualism in the SW universe is an entirely sensible approach to take, it's especially notable that greater spiritual study does tend to lead to a greater understanding of the Force.
I honestly think that until Ciaran develops a more comprehensive approach to the Force the Abyss Watcher Agents will be stuck as a dabbling tradition.
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- america
it's a genius loki on a galactic scale
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Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
1) its 'Genius Loci' 2) Stars and stones that is *not* something you want to piss off.
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- america
it's a good thing it doesn't really care how it's energy is used? like at all
unless you try to get rid of it then you have a bunch of force users coming after you
Akasha
The Only Truth
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- 「̛̛́́ ͏̨҉̕͏ ͏̶̴」
Not galactic scale.
That'd mean the Force is limited to only the galaxy most of Star Wars is set in. The Vong came from much, much further away and were once connected to the Force, even if they later lost that bond due to their destruction of their sapient homeworld. That means it's a Genius Loci on a universal scale.
That'd mean the Force is limited to only the galaxy most of Star Wars is set in. The Vong came from much, much further away and were once connected to the Force, even if they later lost that bond due to their destruction of their sapient homeworld. That means it's a Genius Loci on a universal scale.
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- america
multi dimensional now
fucking disney, say the eu is noncanon
- Location
- Tulsa Oklahoma
I would say … "never"How long until we corrupt Obi-wan to this stage?
Dr. Snark
Exactly As Planned...Probably
- Location
- Right where I want to be
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
How long until we corrupt Obi-wan to this stage?
It's more like:
Anakin: Hey, what are you doing tonight?
Obi-Wan: I'm staying in a separate room from Satine thank you. And Siri's not even on the planet.
Anakin: ???
Obi-Wan: Sorry, reflex. I'm free.
They are now staying in separate rooms?
So Satine is that angry with him.
Poor Obi-Wan
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(Omake) Hey Cousin, Let's Go Bowling (Canon)
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hey Cousin, Let's Go Bowling
There were few places in the galaxy nicer to mercenaries than Coruscant. A Hutt Lord's base planet was a nice mix of easy jobs and easy women, but not having an in with the Hutt in question was also an easy death sentence. Zeltron couldn't be beat as a place to spend money, but most of the jobs paid way too low, catering to the mercenaries who couldn't be bothered to leave the planet to find good work. Coruscant however, had everything. With so many people, it was simple to find every possible indulgence, and being the seat of power for the Republic meant there was always a glut of jobs for people who knew how to keep their mouths shut.
While many would say he never shut up, Galvin Thorn knew how to keep his mouth shut about the things that mattered. And not much mattered more than a job from the Abyss Watchers. Everyone knew about the organization second only to the Hutts in the underworld, who had apparently burned the Black Sun to the ground and spread the ashes to the four corners of the galaxy. They were people who were feared by the enemies for their swift and brutal destruction of any competition, and if the stories from some of his contacts weren't too exaggerated, loved by their employees for their fair prices and health benefits.
When the rumor went around that the leader of the Abyss Watchers was looking for a Zeltron mercenary for a job, Galvin leapt at the chance to become a regular hire of the organization. He informed one of his contacts to get word to the Abyss Watchers that he was interested in the job. He found himself jumped by a figure in striking red armor the next night, who disarmed and restrained him in short order.
When the bag was finally pulled off his head, Gavin found himself in a rather nice looking office, sitting in front of a rather nice looking desk, behind which was a rather nice looking woman he recognized as the philanthropist Lady Ciaran. "My apologies for the rough treatment. Sometimes I forget we have different understandings of the term 'pick up'. I trust this hasn't damaged your interest in taking the job? It's surprisingly difficult to find good help."
"Of-of course not." said Galvin, quickly trying to come to terms with the fact that Lady Ciaran worked for the Abyss Watchers. "You have to be willing to overlook a few miscommunications in this line of work. And I see the bag was necessary to protect my eyes from your radiant beauty."
Lady Ciaran laughed. Luckily it wasn't mocking laughter, but rather that of a woman unused to being complimented in such a way. Galvin mentally clapped himself on the back. "Well thank you, but let's stay on topic. I needed a mercenary for their ability to remain quiet, and a Zeltron for their abilities in the field of seduction."
"Name the woman and she's a good as bedded." boasted Galvin.
"I need you to head to this location at this time, and attempt to seduce Senator Padme. There will be another man who attempts to stop you. Fight him or back down, your choice, but there will be a bonus in it for you if you fight, win or lose." Said Ciaran, grinning ear to ear at the image of her plan playing out.
"Of course, who could say no to a head turner such as yourself?" said Galvin, putting his head on his hand and propping his elbow on the desk as he reached across the desk with his other hand to take the slip of paper containing the information. In his experience, it really sold the 'staring longingly into your eyes' but that women loved.
"Well I won't keep you any longer. Your meeting is at lunch today, and you'll need to prepare. And Galvin?" Ciaran slid another slip of paper across the desk. "Come to this location afterwards for a little… bonding time." Galvin matched her smile before the Silencer dropped the bag back over his head.
XXX
Padme was looking forward to spending some time eating lunch with her best friend. She had even called Anakin to make absolutely sure that Ciaran hadn't invited him to anything at the same time. Apparently some Bothan had stolen his lightsaber though, and he had been chasing the thief all morning. She had wished him luck and gone back to waiting for Ciaran to actually show up.
Then a newcomer drew all her attention as he walked up to the open air café. His red skin and blue hair meant he was a Zeltron, meaning his choice of clothing was something normal for his species. That still didn't stop black and white tiger striped bodysuits lined with baby barf green fur from being aggressively attention grabbing. Even more distracting was the fact that he actually approached her.
"You must be Padme Amidala." He said, flashing a smile that was somehow whiter than his attire.
"I am. Do I know you?" asked Padme, cautious of an assassination attempt. She didn't think an assassin would be this visible, but the Zeltrons' reputation as fighters and mercenaries was eclipsed only by their reputation for sexuality.
"Sadly not, but I'm sure we can remedy that situation." He said, sitting down in the seat opposite her. "Name's Galvin Thorn, best bounty hunter this side of the Middle Rim."
Force help her, he actually winked. "Well then, if I ever need to put any bounties out, I'll give you a call." said Padme, stifling a laugh.
Sadly, taking a hint didn't seem to be a skill the Zeltron mercenary possessed. "Business is all well and good, but I came to Coruscant for… pleasure."
Luckily, someone sprinting by bumped into him and saved Padme the agony of further conversation. The two went sprawling, and while Galvin struggled to his feet, the Bothan that had collided with him barely even seemed to notice that he'd fallen down, gracefully returning to his feet without even losing momentum. Padme barely even registered Anakin running after him, and stooping to ground to pick something up.
Meanwhile, Galvin finally got to his feet. "Some people! Where were we baby?"
"I was trying to give someone the hint that I'm not looking for a relationship." Said Padme, projecting her voice a little to make sure Anakin heard her.
Sure enough, he noticed, and looked startled before mentally assessing the situation and speaking up. "You don't say? And who might be dense enough to miss clues like that? Besides you-know-who."
Galvin turned around to see Anakin, who seemed to tower over the mercenary. "Is it this guy, Padbae? Give me a sec and I'll get him out of your face." It was simultaneously pitiable and mind boggling how deep a hole Galvin kept digging for himself with his baseless confidence. The mercenary then dug straight past the lower levels of Coruscant and directly into the core by swinging at the Jedi Knight in front of him. Anakin brushed past the punch and knocked the wind out of his opponent.
Then his lightsaber roared to life. "I think you'd best leave."
"Know what? You talk sense sometimes my man." Galvin then did the most reasonable thing and ran off, only taking a second to shout back once he was a fair distance away. "I'll come back for you baby! Nothing can stop our love!"
"I don't even know him." mumbled Padme, head in hands.
Her communicator beeped, prompting her to take in out and answer on instinct. Anakin and Padme found themselves looking at a small hologram of Ciaran standing on the small table. "Oh Padme, I dreadfully sorry, but I won't be able to make it to our lunch today. My grandfather scheduled some quality family time as he called it, and you know how he is about family." Padme didn't know actually; she didn't even know what family Ciaran had. Other than a grandfather apparently. "Oh, but look at that, Anakin is there! Anakin, be a dear and treat Padme to something as an apology from me. Thanks!"
With that, Ciaran ended the call. "How did she even know I was here?" asked a shell shocked Anakin as he sat down across from Padme. "Isn't she blind?"
XXX
Galvin wasn't exactly sure what he expected from the location where he was going to get intimate with Lady Ciaran, but it wasn't 'Living on a Spare'. Even if it was a front, it was just plain weird. Oh well. Galvin walked through the door and was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of his cousin.
"You!" they shouted in unison.
"Oh, you already know each other? This'll go smoothly then. Grab some shoes from the counter and a ball from the wall Galvin." said Ciaran, smiling like a cat with a bird in its mouth.
"What is she doing here?" asked Galvin, gesturing toward the Twi-lek woman who had been in the process of changing her shoes.
"It wouldn't be a family gathering without Larana. I'd argue it's still not since grandfather decided not to show up, but cousin bowling time is still worth the opportunity cost in my eyes." said Ciaran.
Not again. "Your grandfather wouldn't be Silas Cata, would he?"
"Yes. He'd never say it, but I'm his favorite granddaughter too." Galvin's skin would be getting red with rage if it weren't vibrantly red already.
"THAT SON OF A BITCH! EVERY GODDAMN TIME!" shouted Galvin. "Just once I'd like to get lucky with someone who isn't my fucking cousin or aunt or whatever! How many kids did that bastard have anyways?"
Ciaran meanwhile went over to select her bowling ball. Silas had been right, this was hilarious.
XXX
AN: Can't stop, won't stop. Of course when Ciaran learns of her womanizing mercenary cousin she immediately integrates him into her plans to get Padme and Anakin alone in the context of a lunch date. Also, I absolutely headcanon that the reason Gavin wants to kill his grandfather is because he's lost count of the number of times he's been cockblocked by the line "We're cousins."
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- Location
- At the Edge of Insanity
Panory... get out of my mind. I was actually considering referencing that line from GTA before reconsidering. And now you write an omake with that as the title... and more or less the punchline.
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- america
i think i love you
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- USA
We sent a Jedi on a favor for Jabba and rolled a nat 100 for the disaster that turn.
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Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I make no promises.
Dr. Snark
Exactly As Planned...Probably
- Location
- Right where I want to be
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
...I think this is number 5, right? I'd be "angry" if I wasn't laughing so hard. Although at this point now I have to have that Hero Action for Silas so I can make these canon. +10. Again.
Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
At this point I go, "Panory posted? Lets go check out the new omake!" if I see that Panory posted at all.
haven't been wrong yet. fucking machine.
haven't been wrong yet. fucking machine.
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- america
i think that if it's a hero action for silas we might just shove a bunch of those bonuses in it so we can't actually fail
Panory
The Omake Dragon
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- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Six actually. Yorvi's Bad Day, Playing Favorites, The Light Plan, Aggressive Negotiations, Weakest Link, and now Let's Go Bowling. And I already have another idea bouncing around in my head. Though it'll be a while before I top this one I think.
Yorvi's Bad Day and Playing Favorites are definitely backing that Hero action, since they're status as canon depends on it.
That makes a certain amount of sense...
Galvin is just removing Silas before the old horndog can make any more relatives...
Wait... Does that mean there are millions of droch wandering the spacelanes disguised as other species too?
fasquardon
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And we just helped him live longer too.
Interlude - Ouroboros
Dr. Snark
Exactly As Planned...Probably
- Location
- Right where I want to be
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Thalassia System
Silas leaned back in his chair and experimentally stretched his limbs, appreciating the fact that they were much more limber after the gememodding before looking over the console he was one last time before the mission's start.
Analyzing the locations of the planets where the plague broke out had led Silas to suspect that their real source was somewhere in the northern Rim, presumably on some unknown planet where no one would look. But Silas had an idea; to create a plague that would affect so many different species you would need a lot of test subjects, and wouldn't you know it there was a particularly nasty band of slavers from Thalassia that enterprising mad scientists could easily get plenty of test subjects from for the right price...
Which was why he was in orbit, tracking a freighter that was preparing to jump to some unknown coordinates if the calculations were correct. Following them directly wouldn't be an option for fear of alerting the big man too soon, but...
Silas glanced over to the feed showing the Silencer in an airlock pointed at the freighter, a jurry-rigged thruster pack attached to his back, before Silas shook his head. The man had suggested that he go on a one-man mission and this was the best way to track down Wesker so here they were.
Glancing at the trajectory of the freighter and carefully lining himself up, Silas radioed in to the Silencer. "Alright, opening the airlock in thirty."
Going through a few last-minute corrections to his flight path just to be sure, Silas hovered his hand over the switch that would open the airlock. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One."
He hit the switch and the Silencer was yanked out, hurled towards the transport at high speeds. This was the hard part, as Silas would have to minimize communications and the Silencer his use of his flight pack if they wanted to maintain secrecy.
Glancing at the readings he only sent three messages to the Silencer when the freighter slightly adjusted its course, and the Silencer managed to land on the transport without any visible signs of detection. From there he would covertly board the transport, ascertain whether it was in fact heading to Wesker or to one of his bases, then if so stow away on it and try and retrieve as much data as he could before returning. It was certainly risky; the Silencer could only carry so much so the majority of his weapons as well as his exit would have to be from on-site procurement. But the mercenary had done the impossible before, and Silas was confident he could pull it off.
A few minutes passed and Silas was about to sneak in a nap before he got a ping from the direction of the ship indicating that the Silencer had confirmed that it was in fact headed to a potentially valuable location. "Good luck, you crazy SOB," Silas muttered as he saw it warp away to parts unknown...
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Two Days Later, Deep Space
Silas' vessel hung in the middle of space, a location where no one else would ever end up going unless they were actively looking for him like the Silencer. He'd been waiting there for the past few hours, uncertain as to precisely when the Silencer would return from his mission, but willing to wait for him. And so he waited. And waited. And just as Silas began to worry, he received an incoming ship signal and the Thalassian transport from before warped in...albeit with a few more holes in its sides. It did broadcast the Silencer's signal, and Silas quickly retrieved the mercenary before undocking from it, the battered Thalassian ship self-destructing just before Silas' ship entered hyperspace.
"So what did you find?"
"Data on Wesker, the location of his main base and estimates of his forces present there, some information on a future virus, and locations of distribution points for it."
"Do they know what you've found?"
"No."
"Is it because you weren't detected or because everyone who would have known is dead?"
"Yes."
Silas sighed. "Good enough for me I suppose..."
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Report On Synthetic Viruses And Their Creator, Submitted By Silas Cata
Okay, so the viruses first. Seems like Wesker is able to spread them so effectively by getting test subjects from local slavers in the region like the Thalassians we followed. From there, they're experimented on until a virus that can affect all species can be completed and is declared virulent and deadly enough. After that the teams move to the next step: distribution.
That one's much more tricky because it uses a lot of similar tactics that we do. They place the virus in its virulent form in normal-looking containers, then ship them out to targeted locations by first using their own transports, then hiring on smugglers or pirates or whoever to move them the rest of the way. Naturally the middlemen never realize what kind of shit they're transporting since they're paid well enough. As the cargo is transported, a group of Wesker's agents follow the poor bastards transporting it and once they confirm the product's delivery to the target location, they send a signal to the canister, releasing the virus inside. They like to run a round of "field testing" at fringe planets and out-of-the-way stations just to make sure it works before they start using it on more populated worlds. And you know how the rest goes-it gets released, and we stomp it into the dirt.
What we've managed to do is at least locate the initial drop-off points for where the newest virus will be going in the future, so we can also hire a few pirates of our own in the area and have the transporters get destroyed. That might tip off Wesker, but given that we know where his main base is at, that shouldn't be a problem for much longer.
Speaking of said base it's on a planet roughly between Lorrd and Thalassia. From what data we've recovered it's a relatively normal planet by all accounts, codenamed "Ouroboros." We can handle everything they can throw at us for when we launch an assault; I have the exact numbers attached to the report.
Of course the other big coup was figuring out what the hell Wesker's deal was. And it's a thing, especially since it turned out to be partly the Arkanians' fault. Y'see, our man was apparently an experiment by some of them to create what was apparently the "ideal being," incredibly smart, stupidly strong, yadda yadda yadda mad scientist stuff. Except as it turns out when you do all of that your creation doesn't take kindly to being subservient to people "weaker" than him. Especially since from the sounds of it he's just as arrogant as the Arkanians that created him and bought into that "ideal being" BS. So our aspiring mad scientist slaughtered every one of his creators to the man, then fled Arkania.
From there we're not entirely sure what happened, it's probable that he got picked up and funded by the Seps but we don't have anything conclusive to prove it sadly. But aside from that...he really hates you Ciara. Some of the records the Silencer found seem to say that he considers you to be his biggest enemy. It's not just from preventing the plagues; some the records that confirm that tidbit are dated before the deployment of the first virus samples.
I dunno what his deal is. But whenever you're ready, we can end this nightmare once and for all.
End Report
Rewards: Wesker and his main base located, increased chance of success for assault on the base, measures in place to prevent newest virus from spreading.
AN: Bit shorter and not particularly exciting, but I wanted to keep things moving. I wanted to do a bit from Silas' perspective on the Silencer's antics though less exciting, and of course the only proper way to provide exposition on anything Resident Evil-related is through files. I did enjoy having Silas snark throughout it though. That was fun.
Again, nothing too surprising or exciting here, I wanted to deal with the infodump now and save the proper motive ranting for the final battle, which I realized I wanted to be a separate thing after some better ideas for it were suggested.
The other fun interlude will be up soon, when Asajj and Ciaran go on The Journey Home. Don't miss it.
Silas leaned back in his chair and experimentally stretched his limbs, appreciating the fact that they were much more limber after the gememodding before looking over the console he was one last time before the mission's start.
Analyzing the locations of the planets where the plague broke out had led Silas to suspect that their real source was somewhere in the northern Rim, presumably on some unknown planet where no one would look. But Silas had an idea; to create a plague that would affect so many different species you would need a lot of test subjects, and wouldn't you know it there was a particularly nasty band of slavers from Thalassia that enterprising mad scientists could easily get plenty of test subjects from for the right price...
Which was why he was in orbit, tracking a freighter that was preparing to jump to some unknown coordinates if the calculations were correct. Following them directly wouldn't be an option for fear of alerting the big man too soon, but...
Silas glanced over to the feed showing the Silencer in an airlock pointed at the freighter, a jurry-rigged thruster pack attached to his back, before Silas shook his head. The man had suggested that he go on a one-man mission and this was the best way to track down Wesker so here they were.
Glancing at the trajectory of the freighter and carefully lining himself up, Silas radioed in to the Silencer. "Alright, opening the airlock in thirty."
Going through a few last-minute corrections to his flight path just to be sure, Silas hovered his hand over the switch that would open the airlock. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One."
He hit the switch and the Silencer was yanked out, hurled towards the transport at high speeds. This was the hard part, as Silas would have to minimize communications and the Silencer his use of his flight pack if they wanted to maintain secrecy.
Glancing at the readings he only sent three messages to the Silencer when the freighter slightly adjusted its course, and the Silencer managed to land on the transport without any visible signs of detection. From there he would covertly board the transport, ascertain whether it was in fact heading to Wesker or to one of his bases, then if so stow away on it and try and retrieve as much data as he could before returning. It was certainly risky; the Silencer could only carry so much so the majority of his weapons as well as his exit would have to be from on-site procurement. But the mercenary had done the impossible before, and Silas was confident he could pull it off.
A few minutes passed and Silas was about to sneak in a nap before he got a ping from the direction of the ship indicating that the Silencer had confirmed that it was in fact headed to a potentially valuable location. "Good luck, you crazy SOB," Silas muttered as he saw it warp away to parts unknown...
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Two Days Later, Deep Space
Silas' vessel hung in the middle of space, a location where no one else would ever end up going unless they were actively looking for him like the Silencer. He'd been waiting there for the past few hours, uncertain as to precisely when the Silencer would return from his mission, but willing to wait for him. And so he waited. And waited. And just as Silas began to worry, he received an incoming ship signal and the Thalassian transport from before warped in...albeit with a few more holes in its sides. It did broadcast the Silencer's signal, and Silas quickly retrieved the mercenary before undocking from it, the battered Thalassian ship self-destructing just before Silas' ship entered hyperspace.
"So what did you find?"
"Data on Wesker, the location of his main base and estimates of his forces present there, some information on a future virus, and locations of distribution points for it."
"Do they know what you've found?"
"No."
"Is it because you weren't detected or because everyone who would have known is dead?"
"Yes."
Silas sighed. "Good enough for me I suppose..."
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Report On Synthetic Viruses And Their Creator, Submitted By Silas Cata
Okay, so the viruses first. Seems like Wesker is able to spread them so effectively by getting test subjects from local slavers in the region like the Thalassians we followed. From there, they're experimented on until a virus that can affect all species can be completed and is declared virulent and deadly enough. After that the teams move to the next step: distribution.
That one's much more tricky because it uses a lot of similar tactics that we do. They place the virus in its virulent form in normal-looking containers, then ship them out to targeted locations by first using their own transports, then hiring on smugglers or pirates or whoever to move them the rest of the way. Naturally the middlemen never realize what kind of shit they're transporting since they're paid well enough. As the cargo is transported, a group of Wesker's agents follow the poor bastards transporting it and once they confirm the product's delivery to the target location, they send a signal to the canister, releasing the virus inside. They like to run a round of "field testing" at fringe planets and out-of-the-way stations just to make sure it works before they start using it on more populated worlds. And you know how the rest goes-it gets released, and we stomp it into the dirt.
What we've managed to do is at least locate the initial drop-off points for where the newest virus will be going in the future, so we can also hire a few pirates of our own in the area and have the transporters get destroyed. That might tip off Wesker, but given that we know where his main base is at, that shouldn't be a problem for much longer.
Speaking of said base it's on a planet roughly between Lorrd and Thalassia. From what data we've recovered it's a relatively normal planet by all accounts, codenamed "Ouroboros." We can handle everything they can throw at us for when we launch an assault; I have the exact numbers attached to the report.
Of course the other big coup was figuring out what the hell Wesker's deal was. And it's a thing, especially since it turned out to be partly the Arkanians' fault. Y'see, our man was apparently an experiment by some of them to create what was apparently the "ideal being," incredibly smart, stupidly strong, yadda yadda yadda mad scientist stuff. Except as it turns out when you do all of that your creation doesn't take kindly to being subservient to people "weaker" than him. Especially since from the sounds of it he's just as arrogant as the Arkanians that created him and bought into that "ideal being" BS. So our aspiring mad scientist slaughtered every one of his creators to the man, then fled Arkania.
From there we're not entirely sure what happened, it's probable that he got picked up and funded by the Seps but we don't have anything conclusive to prove it sadly. But aside from that...he really hates you Ciara. Some of the records the Silencer found seem to say that he considers you to be his biggest enemy. It's not just from preventing the plagues; some the records that confirm that tidbit are dated before the deployment of the first virus samples.
I dunno what his deal is. But whenever you're ready, we can end this nightmare once and for all.
End Report
Rewards: Wesker and his main base located, increased chance of success for assault on the base, measures in place to prevent newest virus from spreading.
AN: Bit shorter and not particularly exciting, but I wanted to keep things moving. I wanted to do a bit from Silas' perspective on the Silencer's antics though less exciting, and of course the only proper way to provide exposition on anything Resident Evil-related is through files. I did enjoy having Silas snark throughout it though. That was fun.
Again, nothing too surprising or exciting here, I wanted to deal with the infodump now and save the proper motive ranting for the final battle, which I realized I wanted to be a separate thing after some better ideas for it were suggested.
The other fun interlude will be up soon, when Asajj and Ciaran go on The Journey Home. Don't miss it.