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May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest)

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Better question.

When and if we get PR-1's upgrade, will he basically aquire a Magnaguard body, or something else? Because he was originally a stealth bodyguard, and I'd love to see us either do away with the stealth part of his design or massively upgrade him to the point he's wearing his Protocol Droid frame as a disguise. Which would be awesome.
 
Intrigue Advisor Gulan Terrek: A Bothan. Nobody is surprised. You found and recruited him as an afterthought when you caused the gangs that were after him to engage in an all out war against each other and made him an offer he can't refuse. A very shady fellow who is absolutely blunt about the fact that he can't be trusted, but at least he knows what he is doing.
"If you want to get ahead in life, you need to stab the guy in front of you."

Just noticed this old description and quote, but previous missions and omakes are at odds with that characterization, maybe an omake of his pov about how he's changed. Unless there already is one?

It occurs to me, that he has gotten further than he could have believed and that the only way to get more/maintain... power/money/juicy info/whatever is to continue with the Abbys Watchers, being occasionally dragged into Ciaran's antics is a good deal for that.
Watching it happen to his coworkers is a good form of hazard pay (i.e. he's ok with entering dangerous situations for, well, his friends. But only if actually needed :p )

... 20 hours awake, so has something like this been done already?
 
Darik29 said:
Better question.

When and if we get PR-1's upgrade, will he basically aquire a Magnaguard body, or something else? Because he was originally a stealth bodyguard, and I'd love to see us either do away with the stealth part of his design or massively upgrade him to the point he's wearing his Protocol Droid frame as a disguise. Which would be awesome.
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We'll see. Naturally it depends on the rolls and all that.
 
How about, before we go teaching Force Techniques to others, we learn some ourselves? 'Cuz we could use some. Our own damn minions seem to know more than we do.
A shameful display, Ciaran. A shameful display.
 
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I'm doing a bunch of reading for my upcoming CNS info-post, and I discovered that our little side-quest in dealing with a Resident Evil villain might actually be canonical to the Star Wars universe.:o

This is Zeta Magnus. He's an Arkanian genetic experiment gone wrong, who slaughtered his creators, absconded off to become the tinpot dictator of his own little 'Dark World's empire in the Unknown Regions, was discovered by Palpatine and recruited to terrorize the Republic, joined forces with the CIS, moved his operations to a cloning/biotech facility deep in the Outer Rim, developed and launched multiple bioweapons against Republic and independent systems, generally made a nuisance of himself until a team of Jedi were sent to bring him down, until it was revealed that they'd merely defeated one of his clones, and he was still waiting in the Dark Worlds for an opportune time to strike...

Yikes. That's way too familiar for comfort. For all our sakes, Dr. Snark, can you please not make Wesker impossibly hard to kill? I understand he's a handy mini-boss you might want to keep around, but I'd really prefer to put him down for good at some point.
 
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(Omake) Down, Set, Hutt (Canon)
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    • Dr. Snark said:
    Just to be clear, there are 2 Martial, 2 Diplo, 2 Intrigue, 2 Learning, 1 Lore, 2 Personal, 2 Hero and 1 free action for a total of 14 actions. Meaning that the "cap" this turn is 28 bonuses.

    If my math is correct, you guys can currently slap a +10 bonus on every single one.
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    We're halfway there.

    Down, Set, Hutt
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    Yorvi's business had entered a death spiral following the fiasco involving his slave. Apparently a lot of his regulars had been contacts she had called in to do a little bit more than just ship heklu, which was how her grandfather had apparently heard about her plight in the first place. A grandfather who had ties to the Abyss Watchers, and had told Yorvi to remain a humble heklu merchant if he valued his life. Yorvi did value his life, more highly than most he would bet, and selling heklu was profitable and stable, if not glamourous.

    Or at least it was, before the traders who had been coming solely because of his slave calling in favors decided that Riileb was too far out of their way to just trade heklu and stopped coming. Heklu was a delicacy in the core worlds, and Yorvi had a galactic monopoly, but that was useless if he didn't have any way to get it offworld. He could go back to what he'd done early on and practically bribe traders to swing by Riileb and buy some heklu, but after splurging on his attempt to impress a man who had instead shot him, hit him, and robbed him, Yorvi simply didn't have that much money lying around.

    The truly wealthy sent their own ships, but much of his profit came from individuals who had no real need of an entire shipment of heklu. There was no way he'd break even on their orders alone. But then Yorvi had hatched an idea. Nobody knew much about heklu. There weren't any offworld scientists who had ever bothered to study the thing beyond its nutritional value, and the locals understanding of them barely went farther than 'Yorvi will trade for them'. So Yorvi jacked up prices, and when people called to complain, he simply told them it was the dry season here on Riileb, and the heklu just aren't breeding. With the things being as scarce as they were, who could blame him for charging more. They should just be glad he had enough on hand to fill their order. He'd of course let them know when the heklu were breeding again.

    It worked, and Yorvi's bottom line was slowly recovering, but he was burning through a lot of goodwill. It was only a matter of time before someone who had actually been to Riileb let slip that the planet was always a hot, muggy nightmare and the whole thing would come crashing down like a house of cards. If Yorvi wanted to keep his life, he'd need to stay on Riileb, and if he wanted to stay on Riileb, he'd need to make the heklu trade work for him.


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    Borvo was a cranky Hutt. And as anyone with the misfortune of experience could tell you, a cranky Hutt was not a good thing at all. Borvo didn't think wanting his favorite food to remain a reasonable price was too much to ask, but the price of heklu had almost doubled for no apparent reason recently. There was only one way to the bottom of this, and Ciaran was happy to grant him a short leave and use of a ship to get to Riileb and deal with the issue personally.

    The moment the ramp of his ship lowered, Brovo thought this was a mistake. Intellectually he had known Riileb was hot and humid, but knowing it and feeling the wave of air hit you like a ruck were two different things. And this was the dry season? Little wonder no one visted.

    As soon as the engines were off, the ship was swarmed by small insectoids, natives presumably. The only thing keeping them from crawling all over the ship was a few larger Riileb, one of whom approached Borvo.

    "My apologies for the children, offworlders are still exotic to them. We will insure no harm comes to your ship." he promised with a small bow. "If I may ask, what brings you to our planet? It is not often we get visitors."

    "I'm looking for whoever it is that trades heklu around here." said Borvo. It was interesting to hear someone talk without the kind of fear or respect usually afforded a Hutt, but rather as an equal. Really, he supposed it was just fortunate that they seemed to harbor him no ill will for the Hutt's attempted conquering of their planet.

    "Oh, Yorvi." Borvo could practically hear the laughter. "I'll take you to him. He's a buffoon, but the children love him because he trades sweets for any heklu they catch. Gives them something to do besides annoy their parents."

    "Children are sent to catch heklu?" asked Borvo, somewhat surprised. Child labor wasn't a foreign concept, but most who employed it were hardly beloved.

    "Of course. Their parents would have them catching heklu anyways just to keep the pests out of the streets, but Yorvi's turned a chore into a game. We're all grateful for that, even if he is pretentious." explained the Riileb as they walked along.

    That didn't sound like heklu were quite as scarce as Borvo had been lead to believe. "I'm sure you must be appreciating the break from heklu, what with it being the dry season." he probed.

    "Dry season? I suppose it hasn't rained in the past few days, though that hasn't deterred the heklu any. I swear, they're breeding even faster nowadays." Oh, so Yorvi wanted to play the artificial scarcity game. Borvo was never that fond of the game. He preferred to simply flip the table. "Ah, here we are. Yorvi's 'estate'." This time the laugh was audible.

    Borvo had to admit, the building was far nicer on the inside. The place looked opulent, fit for a Hutt in everything but size and population. There was only one occupant of the room, a Hutt Borvo could only assume was Yorvi, staring intently at some spreadsheet on the wall.

    Borvo coughed to get his attention. "I swear, I keep telling those insects to stop sending the traders to me personally." said Yorvi as he turned around. Then he saw Borvo and went several shades paler. "Oh."

    "That's an apt reaction. Care to tell me why heklu prices are up for the dry season, despite Riileb not having a dry season?" said Borvo, voice raising with every word.

    "Borvo, you got to understand! I overspent trying to secure a business deal, but it fell through. And then traders stopped coming in, so I can't ship as much and I gotta make money somehow! Please don't tell anyone, I'm barely breaking even as it is!" said Yorvi, clearly terrified by the wrath of the Hutt in front of him.

    As much as Borvo wanted to throw Yorvi under the bus, he still wanted heklu, and killing Yorvi wouldn't really help achieve that, even if it would be satisfying. "You give me free heklu for life, and maybe I won't blab about your 'dry season'. I might even pull some strings to get traders out her more regularly."

    "I don't really have a choice here, do I?" moaned Yorvi.

    "No, you really don't." said Borvo. Once he returned to Coruscant, he decided to invite Ciaran over for heklu in order to celebrate.


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    AN: The continuing saga of Yorvi the Hutt. Just when things are looking up, he gets shanghaied into giving Borvo free heklu for life. Poor Yorvi. And yes, I am very sad I couldn't think of a compelling football AU to use with that title. Coach Ciaran still makes me laugh a little though.
     
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    We're halfway there.

    Down, Set, Hutt
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    Yorvi's had entered a death spiral following the fiasco involving his slave. Apparently a lot of his regulars had been contacts she had called in to do a little bit more than just ship heklu, which was how her grandfather had apparently heard about her plight in the first place. A grandfather who had ties to the Abyss Watchers, and had told Yorvi to remain a humble heklu merchant if he valued his life. Yorvi did value his life, more highly than most he would bet, and selling heklu was profitable and stable, if not glamourous.

    Or at least it was, before the traders who had been coming solely because of his slave calling in favors decided that Riileb was too far out of their way to just trade heklu and stopped coming. Heklu was a delicacy in the core worlds, and Yorvi had a galactic monopoly, but that was useless if he didn't have any way to get it offworld. He could go back to what he'd done early on and practically bribe traders to swing by Riileb and buy some heklu, but after splurging on his attempt to impress a man who had instead shot him, hit him, and robbed him, Yorvi simply didn't have that much money lying around.

    The truly wealthy sent their own ships, but much of his profit came from individuals who had no real need of an entire shipment of heklu. There was no way he'd break even on their orders alone. But then Yorvi had hatched an idea. Nobody knew much about heklu. There weren't any offworld scientists who had ever bothered to study the thing beyond its nutritional value, and the locals understanding of them barely went farther than 'Yorvi will trade for them'. So Yorvi jacked up prices, and when people called to complain, he simply told them it was the dry season here on Riileb, and the heklu just aren't breeding. With the things being as scarce as they were, who could blame him for charging more. They should just be glad he had enough on hand to fill their order. He'd of course let them know when the heklu were breeding again.

    It worked, and Yorvi's bottom line was slowly recovering, but he was burning through a lot of goodwill. It was only a matter of time before someone who had actually been to Riileb let slip that the planet was always a hot, muggy nightmare and the whole thing would come crashing down like a house of cards. If Yorvi wanted to keep his life, he'd need to stay on Riileb, and if he wanted to stay on Riileb, he'd need to make the heklu trade work for him.


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    Borvo was a cranky Hutt. And as anyone with the misfortune of experience could tell you, a cranky Hutt was not a good thing at all. Borvo didn't think wanting his favorite food to remain a reasonable price was too much to ask, but the price of heklu had almost doubled for no apparent reason recently. There was only one way to the bottom of this, and Ciaran was happy to grant him a short leave and use of a ship to get to Riileb and deal with the issue personally.

    The moment the ramp of his ship lowered, Brovo thought this was a mistake. Intellectually he had known Riileb was hot and humid, but knowing it and feeling the wave of air hit you like a ruck were two different things. And this was the dry season? Little wonder no one visted.

    As soon as the engines were off, the ship was swarmed by small insectoids, natives presumably. The only thing keeping them from crawling all over the ship was a few larger Riileb, one of whom approached Borvo.

    "My apologies for the children, offworlders are still exotic to them. We will insure no harm comes to your ship." he promised with a small bow. "If I may ask, what brings you to our planet? It is not often we get visitors."

    "I'm looking for whoever it is that trades heklu around here." said Borvo. It was interesting to hear someone talk without the kind of fear or respect usually afforded a Hutt, but rather as an equal. Really, he supposed it was just fortunate that they seemed to harbor him no ill will for the Hutt's attempted conquering of their planet.

    "Oh, Yorvi." Borvo could practically hear the laughter. "I'll take you to him. He's a buffoon, but the children love him because he trades sweets for any heklu they catch. Gives them something to do besides annoy their parents."

    "Children are sent to catch heklu?" asked Borvo, somewhat surprised. Child labor wasn't a foreign concept, but most who employed it were hardly beloved.

    "Of course. Their parents would have them catching heklu anyways just to keep the pests out of the streets, but Yorvi's turned a chore into a game. We're all grateful for that, even if he is pretentious." explained the Riileb as they walked along.

    That didn't sound like heklu were quite as scarce as Borvo had been lead to believe. "I'm sure you must be appreciating the break from heklu, what with it being the dry season." he probed.

    "Dry season? I suppose it hasn't rained in the past few days, though that hasn't deterred the heklu any. I swear, they're breeding even faster nowadays." Oh, so Yorvi wanted to play the artificial scarcity game. Borvo was never that fond of the game. He preferred to simply flip the table. "Ah, here we are. Yorvi's 'estate'." This time the laugh was audible.

    Borvo had to admit, the building was far nicer on the inside. The place looked opulent, fit for a Hutt in everything but size and population. There was only one occupant of the room, a Hutt Borvo could only assume was Yorvi, staring intently at some spreadsheet on the wall.

    Borvo coughed to get his attention. "I swear, I keep telling those insects to stop sending the traders to me personally." said Yorvi as he turned around. Then he saw Borvo and went several shades paler. "Oh."

    "That's an apt reaction. Care to tell me why heklu prices are up for the dry season, despite Riileb not having a dry season?" said Borvo, voice raising with every word.

    "Borvo, you got to understand! I overspent trying to secure a business deal, but it fell through. And then traders stopped coming in, so I can't ship as much and I gotta make money somehow! Please don't tell anyone, I'm barely breaking even as it is!" said Yorvi, clearly terrified by the wrath of the Hutt in front of him.

    As much as Borvo wanted to throw Yorvi under the bus, he still wanted heklu, and killing Yorvi wouldn't really help achieve that, even if it would be satisfying. "You give me free heklu for life, and maybe I won't blab about your 'dry season'. I might even pull some strings to get traders out her more regularly."

    "I don't really have a choice here, do I?" moaned Yorvi.

    "No, you really don't." said Borvo. Once he returned to Coruscant, he decided to invite Ciaran over for heklu in order to celebrate.


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    AN: The continuing saga of Yorvi the Hutt. Just when things are looking up, he gets shanghaied into giving Borvo free heklu for life. Poor Yorvi. And yes, I am very sad I couldn't think of a compelling football AU to use with that title. Coach Ciaran still makes me laugh a little though.
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    So anyone else have the sudden urge to take the heklu market off of Yorvi's hands. Poor fella seems like he can't handle it.:evil:
     
    dredloki said:
    the republic is a republic.
    a very very corrupt republic
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    Defense of Territory: NO Piracy and Slavery are fucking everywhere
    Law Keeping: Only in PART of the Republic
    Currency: Only in PART of the Republic
    Foreign Diplomacy: Kind of I suppose...


    ...Hutt Cartels Control Hyperspace Lanes...

    ...The Republic is in worse straights than the USA under the Articles of Confederation.

    that is sad.
     
    Ehorin said:
    Defense of Territory: NO Piracy and Slavery are fucking everywhere
    Law Keeping: Only in PART of the Republic
    Currency: Only in PART of the Republic
    Foreign Diplomacy: Kind of I suppose...


    ...Hutt Cartels Control Hyperspace Lanes...

    ...The Republic is in worse straights than the USA under the Articles of Confederation.

    that is sad.
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    The Huttspace is not really part of the republic.

    But all in all think less of a single country and more of a group of countries working together.
    More EU than USA. Most laws and their enforcement are not unified for example.
     
    Ehorin said:
    Defense of Territory: NO Piracy and Slavery are fucking everywhere
    Law Keeping: Only in PART of the Republic
    Currency: Only in PART of the Republic
    Foreign Diplomacy: Kind of I suppose...


    ...Hutt Cartels Control Hyperspace Lanes...

    ...The Republic is in worse straights than the USA under the Articles of Confederation.

    that is sad.
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    That's a gross over exaggeration. While there still is quite a bit of corruption, it's really only in the more backwater systems that things like slavery and piracy are so open and commonplace, and even then only in some parts.
     
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