Barondoctor
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I mean, it fits.
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I don't think I'm the only one who would watch the ever loving daylights out of that show.
May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest)
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I don't think I'm the only one who would watch the ever loving daylights out of that show.
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Anakin: Rex, old buddy, we're gonna need you to change your name to something that starts with an 'A'Totally Not The A Team Intro said:
Rex: ...why?
Ahsoka: To ... maintain your cover and protect your identity?
Anakin: Branding.
Ahsoka: Also branding.
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In brief. My lens is; depends on a certain point of view. Not helped by the friendship Dyad known as the "Force Bond", letting Anakin/Darth know in glimmers, what makes Ciaran 'tick' (and vice versa.)
Or at least, probably a "trolling
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Now, the bigger joke would be. Bar possible donning of "Life Support armour" To do false flag trolling, at a stretch? Imagine how a possible "Obi-Wan vs/ Anakin" conflict could go very different. If we end up having a potential lightsaber duel, interrupted by diplomacy, instead of beam dancing?
Best, or joke case. It could very well be a headache called say; "Post-Palpatine - would you want to manage Mace Windu?" Or how he might go from treating Ciaran from a possible enemy, to inspiration if she's managed to stay "pure/light" (enough), on a Grey perspective. At which point...
Mace: "I wonder what you learned from the mysterious lady of shadows, Anakin?" (Friendly banter DC check, fail?)
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Just had a thought for a bonkers omake, that involves kind of a strange question: does anybody have any idea if Force Wounds are attached to the specific place they formed, or if they're unfixed? Like, as a hypothetical, if something caused the Jedi Temple to just not be there anymore, would the Wound remain in place where the Temple was or would it follow?
Barondoctor
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Force wounds are Infohazards that target force users. Destroying the referent structures and the memories of events that occurred there should purge the wound given that the Force arises from life.
At least that's my working theory.
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The insights are very much appreciated!
...though, did you catch the one word you used that I didn't?
Barondoctor
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...okay, two words lol
I never specified destruction as the method by which the Temple wouldn't be there anymore.
So, tractor beams dragging the entire Sacred Spire up into space and throwing it into the sun?
Barondoctor
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You did say bonkers, and we are going to the Kathol Outback. I think I'm on your wavelength or at least painting in a similar shade, but I don't know how they'd see things. They might see the compulsory diaspora of the Jedi as a good thing to allow more people to see more perspectives....okay, two words lol
I never specified destruction as the method by which the Temple wouldn't be there anymore.
Even were they be positively disposed to the idea of "Oops I accidentally the entire Jedi Temple onto Belazura; oh well, at least they can go to the beach a lot" you'd be in heretofore uncharted territory far as the metaphysics of if the wound is related to the absolute astrographic location or the mortal "it was in the Jedi Temple" location regardless of wherever that particular Jedi Temple might be. Mostly because it isn't just anybody that can rear back and utterly violate multiple laws of physics in one go.
I'd side with the Force comes from life and is affected by emotions, therefore it's affected by the emotions attached to the structures and people involved, thus the wound would follow the building, but I'm not our QM.
On the more red fedora and red trenchcoat side of things, that's...also uncharted territory, not least of which that the Jedi Temple wouldn't be spaceworthy. You'd need to stow it in some kind of megafreighter, and before you ask, not even a Lucrehulk is big enough to take it in one piece.
So I did some digging. You might be able to fuse together a pair of PCL-27s (assuming they exist yet, I went looking for the biggest bulk freighter I could find and they were the only ship in the ballpark) if you got the Crazy Kitbash squad out of Sovium's Rushbox doing overtime and have them put together a big enough cargo container to just plain load the thing and steal the entire Jedi Temple.
Which would definitely belong to the red fedora and red trenchcoat side of the Force.
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(Omake) Operation Skyhook (Canon)
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Operation Skyhook
"…you want. To steal. The Jedi Temple."
"See, anything sounds bad when you say it like that," Ciaran huffed.
Gulan snorted in return. "I'm sorry, do we live in a galaxy where we can say 'you want to steal the Jedi Temple' and it sounds like a good and reasonable thing?"
"Yes, obviously. Pay attention."
The Bothan shrugged. If nothing else, he literally was paid to do just that: pay attention, act on what he perceived, and entertain his boss' outlandish schemes…not necessarily in that order. "What the hell, I got half an hour," he sipped at his caf. "Hit me with it. Figuratively," he hastily added.
Ciaran reluctantly unrolled her papers from the makeshift baton she'd just made, quietly grumbling, "You just wanna suck the joy out of everything," before setting down something that looked less like a company directive and more like a ship blueprint. He ignored it for the moment, and fixed her with a skeptical gaze he knew perfectly well she could see.
"Look," she ticked off points on her fingers one by one, starting from a closed fist and flicking each finger out for emphasis. "We need to deal with the Force Wound. We need to evacuate the Coruscant Order. We need to prevent both things from influencing Coruscant at large. Likewise, we need prevent a certain someone who lives on Coruscant from interacting with them. And, ideally, we want to get the Order off Coruscant in such a way that they are not going to re-establish a permanent presence there after we're done."
Gulan nodded along. "Right, with you so far…"
"So," Ciaran said in her particular way that made whatever patently insane thing she was building up to sound quite reasonable in context, "we could try and accomplish these goals individually, facing pushback every time on every thing, possibly escalating to violent pushback. Or," her extended fingers slowly came together to form a cup, "we accomplish it all at once, scoop it up, and remove the temple from the planet."
Well. He had to give her that. It did sound marginally less insane when she said it like that. Marginally. Gulan chose then to look at the blueprint. It was a mess of barely-legible scribbles and crudely-drawn additions to the original print. "And…this is how?"
"I call it Operation Skyhook."
His brow furrowed. "I feel like I've heard that name before."
She brushed it aside, "Whatever, shut up. So what we do," she indicated highlighted points at the bottom of what he now realised to be an architectural layout of the Coruscant Temple, "is we infiltrate the Undercity areas beneath the Temple, at the base of its foundations. We attach these boosters," she pointed to what charitably looked like thrusters off of Venator-class Star Destroyers – ten or eleven of them, all hand-drawn, "and shore up the architecture between, to withstand the force. When the moment comes, we make the area hostile to other life forms--"
"What, by gassing them?" Gulan asked incredulously. Of all things, Ciaran wanting to gas people was certainly the most crazy thing he'd heard thus far, and he was hearing a lot.
"By noise, smell, stuff like that," she explained, and Gulan silently thanked the Force he'd kept most of that incredulity on the inside. "Then, we use shaped charges, detonate a box around the Temple in a 600-metre square, try to keep as much structural integrity as possible," she sipped at her own caf, "and we lift off before they have time to even think about evacuating the Temple."
For a moment, Gulan was silent. "…okay. Couple quick thoughts: one, is there a reason they wouldn't try to get out once it was moving? They do have a lot of ships and carriers in their possession."
"These thrusters can put down enough force—heh—that they'll be too focused on keeping their bones on the inside from the g-forces they'll be experiencing in there."
Doing his best to ignore her little pun, he tried another tack. "Two, there's the minor issue of the Temple not being spaceworthy. Unless your secret evil plan all along was to outdo the Other Guy for disposing of all the pesky Jedi at once, I think this…oh, no," he sighed as she slapped down a second drawing, this one of multiple skyhooks. There were odd shapes alongside of each, almost like puzzle pieces. More painful-to-read excuses for writing, the most legible of which was a name at the top.
"Operation Skyhook," Ciaran grinned at him.
"Ohhhkay, the name is great," he tried to appease her, "but a little on-the-nose and still not any clearer on how this doesn't end up with a bunch of dead Jedi."
"Think about this," she started.
"I feel like I am the only one doing that."
Ciaran simply ignored what he felt was one of his better cutting remarks, and Gulan pouted a little on the inside. "We get it into the air. We get it up there fast enough and hard enough that the g-forces keep the pesky Jedi under control. We get it high enough that the pesky Jedi start to lose consciousness."
"Followed shortly thereafter by dead pesky Jedi," Gulan cut in.
She wagged a finger. "Not with these," and she flipped the drawing over to show a very similar image, but the puzzle pieces were detached on this side and, if one struggled mightily to imagine these as genuine skyhooks over Coruscant, descending away from their skyhook bases to the temple below. "These come from the skyhooks – we've built these in secret and in several different pieces and places ahead of time," she added, "and they interlock together. Var Zheen has a spray-foam adhesive that will both help with structural integrity of this top half and help to spaceproof it for pressurizing. That top half descends, partly under control by these little guys," she pointed out small tug-like boats on the sides, "and uses that same spray-foam to make a hard seal over the Temple.
"Then, we get it out of the atmosphere, far enough for a quick hyperspace jump. Doesn't need to be far, just out of Coruscant's orbit and immediate reach. While that's happening, our people go in, restrain the pesky yet conveniently unconscious and/or weakened by hypoxia Jedi, get them onto shuttles that take them to medical frigates we have ready and waiting. Once everyone's out, we jump it away again, to one of our secret facilities," she rubbed her hands together, "and then we clean the place out, before we fire the hollowed-out husk into the nearest sun."
Gulan found himself distracted, of all things, by a scribbled notation. "You want to call this…?"
"I call this ship the Audacity," Ciaran beamed.
"…of course," Gulan said in a small voice.
"So," she summarised while ignoring his quiet distress, "we get the Temple and the Jedi and the Wound all off Coruscant, we pacify the Jedi as harmlessly as possible and get them away from Coruscant and the Wound and the Temple, and we dispose of the Wound and the Temple, all in one operation. Neat, simple, and effective, yes?"
He struggled, for a moment or two, before giving up any hope of eloquence or detailed rebuttal and instead replied, "…words to the effect of 'no'."
Ciaran gave no sign of hearing him. "The Audacity-class Mass Exodus Platform," she said to no one at all. "A new partnership from Sienar and the Silver Cross. I like it."
Gulan began to wonder just how he was supposed to answer all of this, when something caught his nose. It was her caf. It smelled, and now that he was focusing on it, looked nothing like ZK-711's usual product. Taking her mug from her side of the table, he took another sniff, then a hesitant taste.
"…boss?"
"Yes?" Ciaran half-focused on him.
"Where'd you get this caf?"
"ZK-711 left the caf maker in the sink and filled with water," she said with fond exasperation. "Sloppy, to just leave it there. I think he might be losing it."
"Sure. He's losing it," Gulan mumbled, his concerns and suspicions growing.
"He wasn't in sight, so I just took it out and made some myself," she said, looking very satisfied with herself.
"…uh-huh. By any chance," he asked, "did you put fresh water in the reservoir?"
She snorted. "No. There was water already in it." Shaking her head at the foolishness of her absentee caf droid and her chief slicer, Ciaran asked, "Why would I change out perfectly good water?"
"Because that perfectly good water was probably saline?" Gulan offered, "The industrial cleaner kind that ZK uses because nobody lets him clean the machines on a regular basis so whenever he gets the chance he has to go big?"
Ciaran looked at Gulan, then at her mug of probably-toxic caf in his hand. Then back at Gulan. Then back at the mug, which she took. And then took another drink from it.
"Nah," she shook her head. "This seems fine. I feel fine."
He took the definitely-not-caf from her as quick as he dared, adding "You feel delirious, I think. Drinking saltwater-caf will do that for you."
"Now that you mention it," she licked her lips, "it does taste a little brackish."
"How about that," he said dryer than a Tatooine summer.
She licked her lips again. "I think I'd like some water."
"We'll get you some," Gulan tugged at her arm. "I think Medical has plenty."
Ciaran looked thoughtful. "You know, you're not wrong."
"It's my burden to bear," he tugged again. "Let's go." As his boss, one of the most powerful people in the galaxy, stumbled to her feet and somewhat begrudgingly allowed him to guide her towards the medical facilities, he considered his options for a second. It wasn't a long second before he took her papers, against her strenuous protests.
"Hey."
"I'm going against almost every instinct I have here," Gulan informed her, "and I'm going to keep this to myself. The saltwater caf, Operation Skyhook, the whole thing. I might," he added, "bring up the idea later, with significantly less crazy of a framing and far less crazy methods, and see if you're accidentally onto something here. But I'll keep this delightfully embarrassing situation to myself."
Ciaran tipped her head to the side, and then almost tipped into the wall. "That's strangely nice of you."
"It's not strange," Gulan protested. "I'm perfectly capable of being nice without – nope," he shook his head, "nope, couldn't follow through on it. Fair enough, boss: it isn't me being nice, it's me knowing the momentary humour isn't worth the multiple people who would kill me for it. Silas and Asajj would make a contest out of who was more sadistic about it."
A fond smile crossed Ciaran's face. "They're great."
Gulan walked them faster.
"…you want. To steal. The Jedi Temple."
"See, anything sounds bad when you say it like that," Ciaran huffed.
Gulan snorted in return. "I'm sorry, do we live in a galaxy where we can say 'you want to steal the Jedi Temple' and it sounds like a good and reasonable thing?"
"Yes, obviously. Pay attention."
The Bothan shrugged. If nothing else, he literally was paid to do just that: pay attention, act on what he perceived, and entertain his boss' outlandish schemes…not necessarily in that order. "What the hell, I got half an hour," he sipped at his caf. "Hit me with it. Figuratively," he hastily added.
Ciaran reluctantly unrolled her papers from the makeshift baton she'd just made, quietly grumbling, "You just wanna suck the joy out of everything," before setting down something that looked less like a company directive and more like a ship blueprint. He ignored it for the moment, and fixed her with a skeptical gaze he knew perfectly well she could see.
"Look," she ticked off points on her fingers one by one, starting from a closed fist and flicking each finger out for emphasis. "We need to deal with the Force Wound. We need to evacuate the Coruscant Order. We need to prevent both things from influencing Coruscant at large. Likewise, we need prevent a certain someone who lives on Coruscant from interacting with them. And, ideally, we want to get the Order off Coruscant in such a way that they are not going to re-establish a permanent presence there after we're done."
Gulan nodded along. "Right, with you so far…"
"So," Ciaran said in her particular way that made whatever patently insane thing she was building up to sound quite reasonable in context, "we could try and accomplish these goals individually, facing pushback every time on every thing, possibly escalating to violent pushback. Or," her extended fingers slowly came together to form a cup, "we accomplish it all at once, scoop it up, and remove the temple from the planet."
Well. He had to give her that. It did sound marginally less insane when she said it like that. Marginally. Gulan chose then to look at the blueprint. It was a mess of barely-legible scribbles and crudely-drawn additions to the original print. "And…this is how?"
"I call it Operation Skyhook."
His brow furrowed. "I feel like I've heard that name before."
She brushed it aside, "Whatever, shut up. So what we do," she indicated highlighted points at the bottom of what he now realised to be an architectural layout of the Coruscant Temple, "is we infiltrate the Undercity areas beneath the Temple, at the base of its foundations. We attach these boosters," she pointed to what charitably looked like thrusters off of Venator-class Star Destroyers – ten or eleven of them, all hand-drawn, "and shore up the architecture between, to withstand the force. When the moment comes, we make the area hostile to other life forms--"
"What, by gassing them?" Gulan asked incredulously. Of all things, Ciaran wanting to gas people was certainly the most crazy thing he'd heard thus far, and he was hearing a lot.
"By noise, smell, stuff like that," she explained, and Gulan silently thanked the Force he'd kept most of that incredulity on the inside. "Then, we use shaped charges, detonate a box around the Temple in a 600-metre square, try to keep as much structural integrity as possible," she sipped at her own caf, "and we lift off before they have time to even think about evacuating the Temple."
For a moment, Gulan was silent. "…okay. Couple quick thoughts: one, is there a reason they wouldn't try to get out once it was moving? They do have a lot of ships and carriers in their possession."
"These thrusters can put down enough force—heh—that they'll be too focused on keeping their bones on the inside from the g-forces they'll be experiencing in there."
Doing his best to ignore her little pun, he tried another tack. "Two, there's the minor issue of the Temple not being spaceworthy. Unless your secret evil plan all along was to outdo the Other Guy for disposing of all the pesky Jedi at once, I think this…oh, no," he sighed as she slapped down a second drawing, this one of multiple skyhooks. There were odd shapes alongside of each, almost like puzzle pieces. More painful-to-read excuses for writing, the most legible of which was a name at the top.
"Operation Skyhook," Ciaran grinned at him.
"Ohhhkay, the name is great," he tried to appease her, "but a little on-the-nose and still not any clearer on how this doesn't end up with a bunch of dead Jedi."
"Think about this," she started.
"I feel like I am the only one doing that."
Ciaran simply ignored what he felt was one of his better cutting remarks, and Gulan pouted a little on the inside. "We get it into the air. We get it up there fast enough and hard enough that the g-forces keep the pesky Jedi under control. We get it high enough that the pesky Jedi start to lose consciousness."
"Followed shortly thereafter by dead pesky Jedi," Gulan cut in.
She wagged a finger. "Not with these," and she flipped the drawing over to show a very similar image, but the puzzle pieces were detached on this side and, if one struggled mightily to imagine these as genuine skyhooks over Coruscant, descending away from their skyhook bases to the temple below. "These come from the skyhooks – we've built these in secret and in several different pieces and places ahead of time," she added, "and they interlock together. Var Zheen has a spray-foam adhesive that will both help with structural integrity of this top half and help to spaceproof it for pressurizing. That top half descends, partly under control by these little guys," she pointed out small tug-like boats on the sides, "and uses that same spray-foam to make a hard seal over the Temple.
"Then, we get it out of the atmosphere, far enough for a quick hyperspace jump. Doesn't need to be far, just out of Coruscant's orbit and immediate reach. While that's happening, our people go in, restrain the pesky yet conveniently unconscious and/or weakened by hypoxia Jedi, get them onto shuttles that take them to medical frigates we have ready and waiting. Once everyone's out, we jump it away again, to one of our secret facilities," she rubbed her hands together, "and then we clean the place out, before we fire the hollowed-out husk into the nearest sun."
Gulan found himself distracted, of all things, by a scribbled notation. "You want to call this…?"
"I call this ship the Audacity," Ciaran beamed.
"…of course," Gulan said in a small voice.
"So," she summarised while ignoring his quiet distress, "we get the Temple and the Jedi and the Wound all off Coruscant, we pacify the Jedi as harmlessly as possible and get them away from Coruscant and the Wound and the Temple, and we dispose of the Wound and the Temple, all in one operation. Neat, simple, and effective, yes?"
He struggled, for a moment or two, before giving up any hope of eloquence or detailed rebuttal and instead replied, "…words to the effect of 'no'."
Ciaran gave no sign of hearing him. "The Audacity-class Mass Exodus Platform," she said to no one at all. "A new partnership from Sienar and the Silver Cross. I like it."
Gulan began to wonder just how he was supposed to answer all of this, when something caught his nose. It was her caf. It smelled, and now that he was focusing on it, looked nothing like ZK-711's usual product. Taking her mug from her side of the table, he took another sniff, then a hesitant taste.
"…boss?"
"Yes?" Ciaran half-focused on him.
"Where'd you get this caf?"
"ZK-711 left the caf maker in the sink and filled with water," she said with fond exasperation. "Sloppy, to just leave it there. I think he might be losing it."
"Sure. He's losing it," Gulan mumbled, his concerns and suspicions growing.
"He wasn't in sight, so I just took it out and made some myself," she said, looking very satisfied with herself.
"…uh-huh. By any chance," he asked, "did you put fresh water in the reservoir?"
She snorted. "No. There was water already in it." Shaking her head at the foolishness of her absentee caf droid and her chief slicer, Ciaran asked, "Why would I change out perfectly good water?"
"Because that perfectly good water was probably saline?" Gulan offered, "The industrial cleaner kind that ZK uses because nobody lets him clean the machines on a regular basis so whenever he gets the chance he has to go big?"
Ciaran looked at Gulan, then at her mug of probably-toxic caf in his hand. Then back at Gulan. Then back at the mug, which she took. And then took another drink from it.
"Nah," she shook her head. "This seems fine. I feel fine."
He took the definitely-not-caf from her as quick as he dared, adding "You feel delirious, I think. Drinking saltwater-caf will do that for you."
"Now that you mention it," she licked her lips, "it does taste a little brackish."
"How about that," he said dryer than a Tatooine summer.
She licked her lips again. "I think I'd like some water."
"We'll get you some," Gulan tugged at her arm. "I think Medical has plenty."
Ciaran looked thoughtful. "You know, you're not wrong."
"It's my burden to bear," he tugged again. "Let's go." As his boss, one of the most powerful people in the galaxy, stumbled to her feet and somewhat begrudgingly allowed him to guide her towards the medical facilities, he considered his options for a second. It wasn't a long second before he took her papers, against her strenuous protests.
"Hey."
"I'm going against almost every instinct I have here," Gulan informed her, "and I'm going to keep this to myself. The saltwater caf, Operation Skyhook, the whole thing. I might," he added, "bring up the idea later, with significantly less crazy of a framing and far less crazy methods, and see if you're accidentally onto something here. But I'll keep this delightfully embarrassing situation to myself."
Ciaran tipped her head to the side, and then almost tipped into the wall. "That's strangely nice of you."
"It's not strange," Gulan protested. "I'm perfectly capable of being nice without – nope," he shook his head, "nope, couldn't follow through on it. Fair enough, boss: it isn't me being nice, it's me knowing the momentary humour isn't worth the multiple people who would kill me for it. Silas and Asajj would make a contest out of who was more sadistic about it."
A fond smile crossed Ciaran's face. "They're great."
Gulan walked them faster.
ATTENTION ALL EMPLOYEES, ALLIES & AFFILIATES 30:8:21 PREPARATION OF CAF AND SERVICING OF THE CAF MAKERS IS THE SOLE AND EXCLUSIVE PURVIEW OF ZK-711. ABSOLUTELY NO EXCEPTIONS. Signed, Lady Ciaran |
I first tried writing this up with the intent of presenting it as a mission briefing, and I tried writing it seriously, really I did, but the more I spelled it out the more I was like "okay, even for Ciaran this is batshit." And then I imagined her trying to sell somebody on it. And what the natural reaction would be.
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Barondoctor
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Of course you realize that as Gulan keeps looking at it and keeps looking at it, it's not a terrible idea, it just needs some additional refinements, improvements, and better use of resources.
MrRobot
In doubt there's always the Sun!
We could just ask the Jedi once they are made aware of the force wound and if they can not close it.
Turning the temple into a spaceship is doable, the thing is made of durasteel, but we probably would want a tractor beam to remove it from the planet.
Turning the temple into a spaceship is doable, the thing is made of durasteel, but we probably would want a tractor beam to remove it from the planet.
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Um.
This was multiple months ago. What happens to the Jedi Council when they sit on top of the worst mindbreaking site since the Trayus Academy for several months?
I don't want to find out. It might be fun to send a protocol droid in to send in a message and talk, but at the same time I'm inclined to let sleeping dragons lie on the off chance they might be hungry when they wake up.
On the off chance you're right that it could mostly handle going up into space...
is not a structure I would expect to survive the transfer. Which would be great, if you were looking to suddenly decapitate the Jedi Order. I'm assuming that's not your aim though.
MrRobot
In doubt there's always the Sun!
Considering things that goes into space in star war including many spaceship bridges, i don't see the issue here
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...well, to start, ship bridges are purpose-made to withstand vacuum, which I'd bet vital organs that approximately 0.00% of the Temple was engineered that way. Hell, the difference in window construction alone between "I'm putting in a window where there will be equalised pressure on both sides" and "I'm putting in a window where there will be a full atmosphere on one side and the frigid vacuum of space on the other" is so massive that one of them requires an advanced (if not terminal) degree.
Second, a great deal of ships, particularly capital ships with protruding bridges, are built in orbital shipyards. They do not ever have to, and in all likelihood are not designed to, achieve escape velocity or endure re-entry*. The g-forces resulting from both are far beyond what any common skyscraper could endure, never mind the atmosphere it would have to try and punch through in either direction. And any capital ship that can enter or exit an atmosphere has, again, been purposely engineered to withstand those forces. A millennia-old temple has not.
In the attempt of being polite while also being frank, the reason you don't see the issue is because you don't know what you're talking about. Even if you want to handwave aside sci-fi/fantasy physics and materials construction, like ... there's a reason the Space Program didn't just strap half a dozen F1 boosters to the Chrysler building, and it isn't because the people of NYC would miss it.
why no, I'm not going to die mad about the complete horseshit that any fragile-ass structure like the Emperor's throne room would survive any kind of re-entry never mind impact on the surface, why would you think that? it's fine, it's not like you'd want to put any thought into how you choose to top off a 40+ year saga, right?
MrRobot
In doubt there's always the Sun!
To be fair the rockets are your idea i think mire in the lines of big UFO tractor beam, but really it wasant a serious plan is more an exercise how far into fesebility we can push a joke and what are the obvious roadblocks.
And the idea of dragging the hole temple into space is really out there needing a lot of modifications to endure the vacuum of space, and this asuming that would not be cheaper just move the valuables from the temple and just build a new one for some contrived reason.
And the idea of dragging the hole temple into space is really out there needing a lot of modifications to endure the vacuum of space, and this asuming that would not be cheaper just move the valuables from the temple and just build a new one for some contrived reason.
Barondoctor
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OPERATION RED TRENCH COAT AND FEDORA
Gulan wasn't sure how the flimsiplast with Ciaran's mad, saltwater-coffee-induced ravings about stealing the Jedi Temple had escaped his desk. That was concerning, but could easily be dismissed as an elaborate joke if it ever got out.
What was more concerning was when it landed back on his desk the next day with "corrections" that nobody wanted to take credit for. It was as though a ghost had walked in, seen schematics for the brazen theft of a Coruscant landmark, and offered a helping hand.
It was signed "The Lady In Red", in a hand not consistent with any of the samples available for anybody within a day's travel of Gulan's desk.
Gulan still shivered thinking about what might happen if the Lady in Red were not so kind.
This is awesome. Favorite part was the suggestion that we use a Lucrehulk -- the Oracle might work, but more likely we'd use another Lucrehulk that we custom-order specifically for this job. And you know who makes Lucrehulks? Hoersch-Kessel Drive, aka the company we have Mungo Baobab acquire only a short time ago.
Also, just for added plausibility, I'd remind all of you that last turn we recruited the 'Disciples of Twilight', masters of shadow and disguise. So having their leader walk around our base with no one the wiser is surprisingly plausible.
Dr. Snark
Exactly As Planned...Probably
- Location
- Right where I want to be
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Right then, we're gonna take a quick look at the votes...
Vote Tally : May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest) Sci-Fi | Page 959 | Sufficient Velocity [Posts: 24070-24140]
##### NetTally 3.1.4
[X] Plan Risk-Averse Audacity
No. of Votes: 16
[◈] Plan: Risk-Averse Audacity
[X] abominable
[X] Aetherstorm
[X] Cyberphilosipher
[X] EternalObserver
[X] EVA-Saiyajin
[X] In_lurk_shadow
[X] Kyr'am
[X] MrRobot
[X] Picio
[X] Poliamida
[X] Publicola
[X] Scima
[X] Stardust&Scotch
[X] Unravenan
[X] Void Stalker
[X] Whumbly
[X] Plan Back In The Saddle
No. of Votes: 6
[◈] Plan: Back In The Saddle
[X] Crustle
[X] JAGwin
[X] Klaus Wulfenback
[X] Makie
[X] sleepypanda
[X] SuspiciousBird
[X] Plan Thermos
No. of Votes: 1
[◈] Plan: Thermos
[X] Barondoctor
Total No. of Voters: 23
I'm going to give this another 12 hours or so just in case since there was a vote fairly recently. That, and I need time to prep for where things might go depending on action/roll combos.
On a more irreverent note:
The funny thing is that Ciaran's actually fairly resistant to poisons thanks to her Matukai training...which honestly means that she'd downed so much saline by the time it was actually pointed out to her it would have killed a normal person several times over.
I want to point that out there for comedy's sake more than anything else. Canon, +10.
I can't quite declare that canon, but the reference fits so very well and I absolutely adore the energy of "if you're going to steal a landmark in broad daylight, you should at least do it professionally." +10.
Vote Tally : May The Invisible Hand Be With You - (Star Wars CK2-Style Quest) Sci-Fi | Page 959 | Sufficient Velocity [Posts: 24070-24140]
##### NetTally 3.1.4
[X] Plan Risk-Averse Audacity
No. of Votes: 16
[◈] Plan: Risk-Averse Audacity
[X] abominable
[X] Aetherstorm
[X] Cyberphilosipher
[X] EternalObserver
[X] EVA-Saiyajin
[X] In_lurk_shadow
[X] Kyr'am
[X] MrRobot
[X] Picio
[X] Poliamida
[X] Publicola
[X] Scima
[X] Stardust&Scotch
[X] Unravenan
[X] Void Stalker
[X] Whumbly
[X] Plan Back In The Saddle
No. of Votes: 6
[◈] Plan: Back In The Saddle
[X] Crustle
[X] JAGwin
[X] Klaus Wulfenback
[X] Makie
[X] sleepypanda
[X] SuspiciousBird
[X] Plan Thermos
No. of Votes: 1
[◈] Plan: Thermos
[X] Barondoctor
Total No. of Voters: 23
I'm going to give this another 12 hours or so just in case since there was a vote fairly recently. That, and I need time to prep for where things might go depending on action/roll combos.
On a more irreverent note:
The funny thing is that Ciaran's actually fairly resistant to poisons thanks to her Matukai training...which honestly means that she'd downed so much saline by the time it was actually pointed out to her it would have killed a normal person several times over.
I want to point that out there for comedy's sake more than anything else. Canon, +10.
I can't quite declare that canon, but the reference fits so very well and I absolutely adore the energy of "if you're going to steal a landmark in broad daylight, you should at least do it professionally." +10.
