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that is true.
However we have single problem with that.
The jedi control its own education, and it technically follows the law.
My Loyalty Is To The Republic (No SV, You are the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic)
However we have single problem with that.
The jedi control its own education, and it technically follows the law.
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The Second Rumor Mill:
The CIS:D100 => 46
Papa Palps:D100 => 81
The CIS Senate:D100 => 31
The Corporations:D100 => 1
Count Dooku:D100 => 100
It was Palpatine's masterstroke, the culmination of years of meticulous planning. At last, he had what he desired most: complete and unquestioned control over the political and economic disintegration of the Republic's greatest adversary.
Itself.
Member worlds had been systematically destabilized through his deft manipulation of policy. The shift in regulations, crafted to appear as if they were championing reform, had brought entire planets to their knees. Corporations, once titans of unchecked profit, now found themselves hamstrung by new laws that stripped away their privileges. Billions were lost in markets where the rules no longer allowed them to dominate, their empires crumbling under the weight of accountability.
Then, there were the people, the idealists, the disillusioned, and the furious. Chancellor Binks, a figure Palpatine could barely bring himself to acknowledge without disdain, had unwittingly done much of the work for him. Binks' sweeping reforms, though heralded as progressive by some, had alienated countless individuals. In the outer rim, resentment festered, and the Chancellor's well-meaning antics were seen as weakening rather than strengthening the neglected regions.
These individuals were simple to manipulate. It took little more than a whisper, a suggestion, a promise that change would only come through separation. The narrative was clear: under Binks, the Republic would never value them. The seeds of secession bloomed into discontent, and discontent became rebellion.
Yet, as perfect as his plan seemed, there was one persistent irritation: Count Dooku.
Dooku had his uses. His aristocratic bearing and eloquence gave legitimacy to the cause of the Separatists. He had built a formidable power base, uniting systems under the banner of independence and reform. But Dooku remained an idealist, clinging stubbornly to notions of politics, negotiation, and diplomacy.
Palpatine seethed at the inefficiency. Negotiation? Diplomacy? These were tools to buy time, not achieve victory. Dooku's reluctance to fully embrace the inevitability of war was a liability, a weakness Palpatine could not afford as the final pieces of his grand design slid into place.
Still, Palpatine knew better than to rush. The war he sought would come soon enough. All it required was the right spark. And when it did, the galaxy would burn.
Not for independence. Not for reform. But for him.
Reward: Papa Palps, despite relying heavily on Dooku to secure it… has taken over the CIS, all but taking over every aspect of it's government as a shadowy authoritarian. All while presenting himself as a humble former public servant… taking power as the people demand that he does.
Meanwhile with Dooku… he might be more powerful than he lets on… and unknown to Palpatine, already has a cadre of Dark Jedi to serve as his assassins, bodyguards, and enforcers.
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The Mandalorians:
The Protectors:D100 => 19
Satine Loyalists:D100 => 14
Death Watch:D100 => 6
The Republic Intelligence Agency:D100 => 81
Isard reviewed the report with a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he processed the implications. "If Chancellor Binks learns of this... we'll be executed for treason. You understand that, don't you?"
Across the desk, Jango Fett remained as unbothered as ever, arms crossed over his Mandalorian armor. He gave a casual shrug. "I'm an independent contractor. Not my problem. Besides, let me assure you, Satine's pacifistic voice has been... reshaped into something the people actually need."
Isard's eyes narrowed. "What does that mean for her government?"
"Reshuffled," Jango said, as though discussing the weather. "Turns out, a surprising number of her ministers were also on someone's payroll, or actively plotting against her. Plenty of 'terrorists' who'd infiltrated the system. We made sure they'll never see the light of day again."
Isard leaned back in his chair, the weight of Jango's words pressing down on him. "And Death Watch?"
Jango tilted his head, his expression unreadable behind the T-shaped visor of his helmet. "Those who could be rehabilitated were given a chance, and many were with a more traditional government taking control. I even personally ensured Bo-Katan was returned to her sister."
There was a pause, the tension thick enough to cut with a vibroblade.
"And the rest?" Isard pressed cautiously.
Jango's gaze hardened, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "A few escaped, the rest died as Mandalorians. Their leader has the Darksaber."
Isard's stomach dropped at the mention of the ancient Mandalorian weapon, a symbol of leadership and power that could rally armies.
"I'm going to need a favor," Jango continued, his voice as cold and resolute as the Beskar he wore. "Help me get it back."
For a moment, Isard said nothing, staring at the bounty hunter and weighing his options. He knew better than to dismiss Jango's request outright. A favor owed to Fett was as dangerous as the man himself.
"And if I refuse?" Isard asked, though he already knew the answer.
Jango's helmet tilted slightly, the hint of a smirk audible in his reply. "You won't. I know people like you Isard."
"You always honor debts."
Reward: Mandalore has been reshuffled to a Binks-friendly government, Satine becoming the nominal figurehead of a new regime. All without her knowledge.
But Deathwatch has escaped. And they have the Darksaber. And Jango wants it back.
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The Jedi Order:D100 => 3
Master Yoda sat alone in the quiet meditation chamber, the dim light casting long shadows across his weathered features. He was old, far older than most could fathom, and the weight of the centuries pressed heavily on his shoulders. Once, the galaxy seemed a place of clarity, of balance. Now, it was a morass of shifting alliances, fractured trust, and a Jedi Order teetering on the edge of its identity.
The rise of Chancellor Binks had, in many ways, seemed like a boon at first. His earnest demeanor and unexpected cunning had drawn the Jedi into an unprecedented partnership with the Republic. Yet for every seeming victory the Order achieved under his tenure, new problems emerged like weeds in a garden.
And now, it had come to this council meeting.
The rescue of the Chancellor from assassins had been a spectacle for the ages, a display of Jedi valor and skill broadcast across the galaxy. But that same spectacle had transformed the Jedi Order into something it had not been for millennia: a political tool, a visible arm of the Republic's will.
Mace Windu, ever the pragmatist, was quick to voice his concerns. "We're becoming too entangled in the Republic's affairs," he had warned many times. "Our detachment was our strength. Without it, we risk losing our perspective, and ourselves."
But Yoda sensed a different tide rising among the Order. The young Padawans and Knights who had spent years traveling the galaxy saw things differently. They had lived among the people, fought alongside them, and felt the pulse of the Living Force in ways the Council rarely did.
"We are no longer merely guardians of peace," one young Knight had argued. "We are part of the galaxy now, woven into its living, breathing fabric. The Living Force calls us to act, not to observe from a distance."
Yoda had seen the truth in their words, but also the danger. The galaxy's history was a cycle, repeating with cruel precision. Those who now embraced their role as heroes of the Republic were blind to the shadows that loomed.
Some of the younger Jedi envisioned themselves as saviors, offering their sabers in unwavering loyalty to the Republic. But others... others saw a different path. They spoke in whispers, invoking the name of Revan, a Jedi who had once risen to save the galaxy but had fallen to the allure of power and certainty.
The murmurs troubled Yoda deeply. Revan's story was one of great intention leading to great ruin. Yet for some, it was a tale of boldness, of daring to do what the Order could not.
The room grew colder as Yoda opened his eyes, his thoughts swirling like a storm. The Jedi were at a crossroads, pulled between their duty to the Republic and their commitment to the Force itself. The decisions made in the coming days would shape the galaxy, and perhaps doom it.
"Clouded, the future is," Yoda murmured to himself. "Much to learn, we still have. Much to unlearn, as well."
AN: YEAH, no shit Yoda.
The CIS:D100 => 46
Papa Palps:D100 => 81
The CIS Senate:D100 => 31
The Corporations:D100 => 1
Count Dooku:D100 => 100
It was Palpatine's masterstroke, the culmination of years of meticulous planning. At last, he had what he desired most: complete and unquestioned control over the political and economic disintegration of the Republic's greatest adversary.
Itself.
Member worlds had been systematically destabilized through his deft manipulation of policy. The shift in regulations, crafted to appear as if they were championing reform, had brought entire planets to their knees. Corporations, once titans of unchecked profit, now found themselves hamstrung by new laws that stripped away their privileges. Billions were lost in markets where the rules no longer allowed them to dominate, their empires crumbling under the weight of accountability.
Then, there were the people, the idealists, the disillusioned, and the furious. Chancellor Binks, a figure Palpatine could barely bring himself to acknowledge without disdain, had unwittingly done much of the work for him. Binks' sweeping reforms, though heralded as progressive by some, had alienated countless individuals. In the outer rim, resentment festered, and the Chancellor's well-meaning antics were seen as weakening rather than strengthening the neglected regions.
These individuals were simple to manipulate. It took little more than a whisper, a suggestion, a promise that change would only come through separation. The narrative was clear: under Binks, the Republic would never value them. The seeds of secession bloomed into discontent, and discontent became rebellion.
Yet, as perfect as his plan seemed, there was one persistent irritation: Count Dooku.
Dooku had his uses. His aristocratic bearing and eloquence gave legitimacy to the cause of the Separatists. He had built a formidable power base, uniting systems under the banner of independence and reform. But Dooku remained an idealist, clinging stubbornly to notions of politics, negotiation, and diplomacy.
Palpatine seethed at the inefficiency. Negotiation? Diplomacy? These were tools to buy time, not achieve victory. Dooku's reluctance to fully embrace the inevitability of war was a liability, a weakness Palpatine could not afford as the final pieces of his grand design slid into place.
Still, Palpatine knew better than to rush. The war he sought would come soon enough. All it required was the right spark. And when it did, the galaxy would burn.
Not for independence. Not for reform. But for him.
Reward: Papa Palps, despite relying heavily on Dooku to secure it… has taken over the CIS, all but taking over every aspect of it's government as a shadowy authoritarian. All while presenting himself as a humble former public servant… taking power as the people demand that he does.
Meanwhile with Dooku… he might be more powerful than he lets on… and unknown to Palpatine, already has a cadre of Dark Jedi to serve as his assassins, bodyguards, and enforcers.
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The Mandalorians:
The Protectors:D100 => 19
Satine Loyalists:D100 => 14
Death Watch:D100 => 6
The Republic Intelligence Agency:D100 => 81
Isard reviewed the report with a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he processed the implications. "If Chancellor Binks learns of this... we'll be executed for treason. You understand that, don't you?"
Across the desk, Jango Fett remained as unbothered as ever, arms crossed over his Mandalorian armor. He gave a casual shrug. "I'm an independent contractor. Not my problem. Besides, let me assure you, Satine's pacifistic voice has been... reshaped into something the people actually need."
Isard's eyes narrowed. "What does that mean for her government?"
"Reshuffled," Jango said, as though discussing the weather. "Turns out, a surprising number of her ministers were also on someone's payroll, or actively plotting against her. Plenty of 'terrorists' who'd infiltrated the system. We made sure they'll never see the light of day again."
Isard leaned back in his chair, the weight of Jango's words pressing down on him. "And Death Watch?"
Jango tilted his head, his expression unreadable behind the T-shaped visor of his helmet. "Those who could be rehabilitated were given a chance, and many were with a more traditional government taking control. I even personally ensured Bo-Katan was returned to her sister."
There was a pause, the tension thick enough to cut with a vibroblade.
"And the rest?" Isard pressed cautiously.
Jango's gaze hardened, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "A few escaped, the rest died as Mandalorians. Their leader has the Darksaber."
Isard's stomach dropped at the mention of the ancient Mandalorian weapon, a symbol of leadership and power that could rally armies.
"I'm going to need a favor," Jango continued, his voice as cold and resolute as the Beskar he wore. "Help me get it back."
For a moment, Isard said nothing, staring at the bounty hunter and weighing his options. He knew better than to dismiss Jango's request outright. A favor owed to Fett was as dangerous as the man himself.
"And if I refuse?" Isard asked, though he already knew the answer.
Jango's helmet tilted slightly, the hint of a smirk audible in his reply. "You won't. I know people like you Isard."
"You always honor debts."
Reward: Mandalore has been reshuffled to a Binks-friendly government, Satine becoming the nominal figurehead of a new regime. All without her knowledge.
But Deathwatch has escaped. And they have the Darksaber. And Jango wants it back.
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The Jedi Order:D100 => 3
Master Yoda sat alone in the quiet meditation chamber, the dim light casting long shadows across his weathered features. He was old, far older than most could fathom, and the weight of the centuries pressed heavily on his shoulders. Once, the galaxy seemed a place of clarity, of balance. Now, it was a morass of shifting alliances, fractured trust, and a Jedi Order teetering on the edge of its identity.
The rise of Chancellor Binks had, in many ways, seemed like a boon at first. His earnest demeanor and unexpected cunning had drawn the Jedi into an unprecedented partnership with the Republic. Yet for every seeming victory the Order achieved under his tenure, new problems emerged like weeds in a garden.
And now, it had come to this council meeting.
The rescue of the Chancellor from assassins had been a spectacle for the ages, a display of Jedi valor and skill broadcast across the galaxy. But that same spectacle had transformed the Jedi Order into something it had not been for millennia: a political tool, a visible arm of the Republic's will.
Mace Windu, ever the pragmatist, was quick to voice his concerns. "We're becoming too entangled in the Republic's affairs," he had warned many times. "Our detachment was our strength. Without it, we risk losing our perspective, and ourselves."
But Yoda sensed a different tide rising among the Order. The young Padawans and Knights who had spent years traveling the galaxy saw things differently. They had lived among the people, fought alongside them, and felt the pulse of the Living Force in ways the Council rarely did.
"We are no longer merely guardians of peace," one young Knight had argued. "We are part of the galaxy now, woven into its living, breathing fabric. The Living Force calls us to act, not to observe from a distance."
Yoda had seen the truth in their words, but also the danger. The galaxy's history was a cycle, repeating with cruel precision. Those who now embraced their role as heroes of the Republic were blind to the shadows that loomed.
Some of the younger Jedi envisioned themselves as saviors, offering their sabers in unwavering loyalty to the Republic. But others... others saw a different path. They spoke in whispers, invoking the name of Revan, a Jedi who had once risen to save the galaxy but had fallen to the allure of power and certainty.
The murmurs troubled Yoda deeply. Revan's story was one of great intention leading to great ruin. Yet for some, it was a tale of boldness, of daring to do what the Order could not.
The room grew colder as Yoda opened his eyes, his thoughts swirling like a storm. The Jedi were at a crossroads, pulled between their duty to the Republic and their commitment to the Force itself. The decisions made in the coming days would shape the galaxy, and perhaps doom it.
"Clouded, the future is," Yoda murmured to himself. "Much to learn, we still have. Much to unlearn, as well."
AN: YEAH, no shit Yoda.
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Well unexpected for the CIS to rise with Palpatine being the shadow leader of the faction but it seems that Count Dooku will be a roadblock with his own dark Jedi
Though that is to be seen in what we do next for this next turn political power and action
Though that is to be seen in what we do next for this next turn political power and action
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Well back to spending like billions of credits trying to turn off this dumpster fire.
Easier said than done considering we have an active arsonist making new fires.
At this point I just think the force is telling us to give actively a heart attack to palpatine.
On the other hand with how much traction Dooku is gaining, well that ass backwards tradition of having the student kill off the master could come in handy if things between those two devolve into a futher clusterfuck.
Easier said than done considering we have an active arsonist making new fires.
At this point I just think the force is telling us to give actively a heart attack to palpatine.
On the other hand with how much traction Dooku is gaining, well that ass backwards tradition of having the student kill off the master could come in handy if things between those two devolve into a futher clusterfuck.
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So Here is something I am going to say right now.
There is... one more event that will happen...
and then I will write the final... Crisis.
The Beginning of Attack of the Clones...
And how to respond... because I have been waiting so long to get this going that you will not belive what I have planned.
There is... one more event that will happen...
and then I will write the final... Crisis.
The Beginning of Attack of the Clones...
And how to respond... because I have been waiting so long to get this going that you will not belive what I have planned.
So, palp's got what he wants. But his pawn is more than he seems, having formed a cadre in secret to help Dooku handle things, and his idealism may make things INTERESTING.
The great irony of this is, that was exactly what destroyed them in canon, because they were already too entangled into the Republic. It's a different type of entanglement, but no less dangerous.
At this point, the Jedi was already doomed to fall without reform, and Reform itself is a very delicate thing, that could in itself destroy the order.
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Yeah, we never fixed the clones. So they are going to turn on us an stab us in the back.
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Oh my sweet summer child.
You will see what the fuck will happen.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Oh my sweet summer child.
You will see what the fuck will happen.
So…
Any chances that we are gonna see clones wipe towns off the map cause of that one order which is an inherent war crime and PR disaster?
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Maybe the clones just plain go crazy and form their own faction?
Edit: Wait!? WAIT!? What if the Pre Viszla co-ops the Clones and forms a new Deathwatch with them!? Mandalorian Crusades round 2?!
Edit: Wait!? WAIT!? What if the Pre Viszla co-ops the Clones and forms a new Deathwatch with them!? Mandalorian Crusades round 2?!
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Nah, Jango is still alive. And he is on the payroll.
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Hmm.. it turns into a true clone war when the Cis starts cloning as well? Clones vs clones action? Pre-Viszla is the basis for CIS clone?
*tinfoil hat is firmly on at this point*
@Magoose I have a minor question, how old are the clones at this stage and are there any that are already stationed in the Republic military?
The option of the clone trooper forces of the coruscant core guard on the chancellor's secret service suggests that the clone troopers are old enough to be deployed as military units.
The option of the clone trooper forces of the coruscant core guard on the chancellor's secret service suggests that the clone troopers are old enough to be deployed as military units.
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THey are old enough to deploy and they are there in the GAR.
A maybe on later batches of clones, but no on the initial batches and anything made before his plans started to go off the rails. Changeing the codes would mean opening the clones brains up to gain hardware access to the chips, as by design they don't have wireless capacity. That would greatly increase
Thier risk of discovery accidentally.
66 if not going to happen, 65 is unlikely as he would have to turn our sicurity council or the majority of the senate.
Maybe some of the more nasty ones? Get them triggered and turn public sediment against the clones with war atrocities?
AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Oh my sweet summer child.
You will see what the fuck will happen.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4N30e0J2-c
Don't tell me they ask to become Mando citizens under clan Fett?
Right, helping the Jedi again next Turn. Thankfully, we have the pull to do it and after the Order saved us from Assassination, we have enough political justification to help them in turn.
Also, thankfully, there is no full blown schism yet, just hardening opinions and slowly forming factions. That can still be managed.
Also, thankfully, there is no full blown schism yet, just hardening opinions and slowly forming factions. That can still be managed.
I wonder how the Yinchorri are doing as their uprising was pretty recent before Phantom Menace caused by the Banites.
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The things I chase come to me.
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Mace Windu wanting out of the Republic when one of the more consistent character beats he has is that his flaw is that he loves the Republic... There are other voices this "being detached was our strength" line would belong to more naturally.
What's next, Ki Adi Mundi actually says something right?
What's next, Ki Adi Mundi actually says something right?
Worse. It will turn out, Mundi was monogamous this whole time.
The CIS already had droids to serve the same function as Republic clones. If the CIS starts making its own clones they'll be optimized to do something else. Like high-intensity spec-ops.
Clone Durge.
I agree, that felt out of character for Windu.
It might have been better to have another member of the Council say it.