Assallya

X-Men: The Divided

Sarah had to admit, this was another aspect of the Danger Room that she liked. In reality there was little chance that the men would follow the commands of a woman on deck. While yes, there had been a couple of lady pirates. She had looked up Mary Read and Anne Bonny and while fascinating they were the exception to the rule. Additionally, you'd think they'd have noticed that Sarah wasn't in her pirate garb and instead looked like an escaped slave from a Turkish harem and questioned their orders. The NPC's were definitely of limited intellect.

Laura's cry was rather surprising and Sarah blushed to think that she had flinched at the suddenness of her exultant exuberance. The girl truly was getting it. In fact, her bloodthirsty nature was probably more into this scenario than she was.

Stepping sideways, Sarah stood before the ship's wheel and stood on her toes as she leaned in against it and twisted the wheel.

"Spanker a starboard," Sarah next ordered and after her order was relayed she pointed towards the spar over her head that was on a pivot. Immediately several pirates moved around the aft castle, tying off ropes to fix the sail in a new position.

"Watch the spanker," Sarah advised as the pirates tied the spar down in a new position, "It's important. The wind bounces off the tight sail and fills the sheets. That way if the wind is coming from the side it can still fill the sails. Generally, you don't even have to give the orders on your own ship, just turn the wheel and let them do their thing. The computer generated quartermaster will give those orders. After a while you can't help but lean how it all works."

Turning back to face Laura, Sarah vacated the position behind the wheel and leaned her lower back against the railing at the fore of the aft castle. Propped up on her elbows she stretched out her legs and let her golden hair spill out over her shoulders.

"I think I see a schooner on the horizon. It's relatively easy prey. See if you can bring it to heel so that we can board her. Afterwards, you can captain her and I can be an admiral! At least, I think that's what you're called when you have more than one ship."

X-Men: The Divided

My friend just called up to cancel tomorrow's showing! He's on his way to refund the tickets! Grrrrr.... Stupid Vice President's job... The bloody competition in his business jumped the gun on a big sale, doing so a few days early so now he has to run all over the city making sure his stores are doing the same.

War of the Force: The Angel's Relic

TheUnknowable said
I took "reach out with your feelings" to be related to "a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him." In that sense, "feelings" aren't emotions, but perceptions. When Obi-wan first tells Luke "reach out with your feelings", Luke is trying to learn to sense the remote droid so he can deflect its attack. Soon after that he tells Kenobi "I almost see it.", relating the "feelings" he was reaching out with to one of the basic five senses, or ways of perceiving the world.

I find this hard to believe. When Luke went into the tree it was his fears and his anger that crafted the image of Darth Vader. When he was to lift his X-Wing from the swamp his fears and unwillingness to believe that stopped him from raising the ship. When one reaches out with the force, those that you are related to, or care and love are much easier to contact. In addition, falling to the dark side involves giving into your anger, hatred and fear. From this, I can see nothing but emotion involved with the force in the original trilogy.

It also would make a lot more sense for a Jedi to focus on control; Control, one must learn control! If the force is an extension of life and emotion, then unfettered, uncontrolled emotion could result in unintended consequences. Why bother with controlling your emotions if you're eschewing them. Additionally, If the Jedi focused on apathy then they aren't very good at suppressing emotions. The Jedi seem to show a ton of emotion. Obi wan laughs continually, making light of things, Mace Windu was angry nearly all the time, (but then, when isn't Samual L. Jackson playing an angry black person?) and Aayla Secura should have probably put some clothes on. For a group that denies emotion, they certainly aren't very logical or even have much in the form of common sense.

War of the Force: The Angel's Relic

TheUnknowable said
Ok, maybe I'll start a non-rp thread about the politic of Star Wars or something if I want to discuss it further.Kind of the opposite of what master Yoda says in Episode one (Love leads to fear) Fear leads to anger, Anger leads to hate, Hate leads to suffering.

When it comes to the Force I always harken back to Obi Wan and Yoda in the original trilogy. The prequels and the original series conflict. I mean, throughout the original trilogy Yoda and Obi Wan are constantly telling Luke to stretch out with his feelings. Even Vader told him to do so. Then, in the prequels Yoda says not to feel when the key to using the force is to stretch out with one's feelings? Bah. A pox on the prequels and upon midiclorians too!

War of the Force: The Angel's Relic

Libertarianism isn't a form of government. You can't compare Libertarianism to a democracy, republic or any other form of government. That's like comparing the taste of an orange with the taste of fulfillment. They aren't even in the same realm.

Also, passion is at the heart of the force. Love, desire, gratification, courage, shame, fear and countless other emotions are how you connect to the force. The Jedi, however are responsible. They embrace the emotions but control them, ensuring that they never run out of control. The quick and easy path, is to let the emotions rule you, to do everything you want, to experience it all and damn the repercussions. You want that lollipop in the baby's mouth, take the damn thing. If the baby wails... so what? The lust for power is just another lust, and with power one can slake yet more lusts and never again feel the pain of unfulfilled desire.

This is the true nature of the Dark Side.

War of the Force: The Angel's Relic

*grins* Don't worry I've never gone Stephen King or Clive Barker in a public forum.

War of the Force: The Angel's Relic

*grins* Hey. It's Sith. Sith are the ultimate in such matters. Heterosexual, homosexual, omnisexual, incestual, black, white, zebra striped. Sith are the ultimate libertarians. Now the Jedi, the Jedi would never allow for any such freedoms. They're all about laws and reputations after all.

SW: Edge of the Empire: Ep. I - Escape from Mos Shuuta

Arla looked somewhat confused, first by Cor's attempt to explain what a Nah-boo was and then by the plan that followed. As readily as she understood it, there was a droid inside that could free the starship but also, there was a person or a droid or something inside the port control tower that could rapidly lock the ship back down the moment the droid attempted to leave the console. They'd have to leave the droid behind.

"When metal man frees flying metal box," Arla questioned, "Will not person inside standing cave make the port clump back? We leave metal Nahboo hale queen behind?"

She considered that the Metal Head woman had gone on ahead and so had the warrior, or at least she supposed that was what he was doing. She still had a hard time understanding everything.

"You carry metal. Will guard you." she declared, crossing her arms in front of her bare breasts and jutting out her jaw, "I fight good."

If only, Arla thought to herself, if only she had some knives for throwing. These light sticks were loud and bright, bringing much attention.

War of the Force: The Angel's Relic

*grins* Star Wars fashion is permanently locked into the nineteen seventies and nineteen eighties :)

X-Men: The Divided

It took Sarah a long moment to place what it was that Laura had said. Laura was quoting someone clearly and the quotation was quite apt. Sarah smiled as she realized that Laura was referring to Sarah's recent experience swinging from the gibbet.

"Damn girl," Sarah replied, laughing, "You are much smarter than what the gossip in the mansion says you are. Still, I wouldn't worry about them. You can imagine what they say about me!"

Sarah reached for her hip, to wear her spyglass would normally be and cursed quietly under her breath. If she were wearing her pirating costume it would have been there, inserted by the Danger Room's program. She placed a hand to her bosom, feeling nothing but the leather bustier and bare flesh that was her harem style costume for Assallya Kressair. Not being in her pirate costume also meant that her four pistols weren't there either. All she had was the holographic jambiya dagger from before. Her pirate costume was probably down in the captain's cabin.

"I vastly prefer having my own real costume," Sarah added, "It's probably down below in my cabin. You should have a pistol on you somewhere too. At least you're supposed to start with one. Your claws won't work on your opponents here. What we need now is someone we can loot so you can take all their stuff."

Shading her eyes, leaning over the railing and peering towards the horizon with one bare foot cocked up behind her she looked for a ship to engage cannonade and board.

"All right quarter master," she said to Laura behind her, "holler the following. 'Loose tops, royals, mains and then say something to encourage the holographic sailors below. Then you'll see the pirates go to the base of the masts and loosen the ropes which unfurls the sails."