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Current For those wondering where I fucked off to ... the apple iphone 14 pre-order launch is this thursday and I work software dev for a cell carrier. Been a lil slammed.
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As someone who once unironically used grey-on-black text .... don't. Its impossible to read on OLED screens, which include most modern phones.
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Sometimes I feel like this site is a Thai buffet. I'm sure there's delicious things here, but for the life of my I can't find anything that really speaks to me right now.
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When not prepping for my D&D table, I should spruce up some of my stuff here. Not all of my old content is the garbage I presumed it was. But some things I wrote we won't talk about ....
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Reflections on characters past: "Adi really was a spoiled brat. How did I ever think her motivations were compelling?"

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Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.

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So I wanted to throw this character out here as I think she can work. Judging from the cast built up so far, she would be the only true imperial of her kind which I think makes it an interesting pick. This is merely a concept at this point as I could not be bothered to turn four pages of lore into a manageable character sheet at 1am.

Lady Karra Ciph: Apprentice of the Sith
Karra is not her name, not by birth at least. It is an identity she took on when she was effectively adopted by none other than Lord Vader. Before the war, before the Republic was thrown into chaos by the threat of separatists, she and her family ran a small starport in the outer rim. However, all good things must come to an end. She was never a malicious child. She was young and playful and a tinkerer but none of that would matter to the Karazak slavers that shot her father and took her, her mother, and the rest of the town wholesale. The republic outpost a stone’s throw away was none the wiser. She was ten years old. She never knew of the war that raged, of the complete destruction of the republic, until after. She hardly even noticed that she had been touched by the Force.
The Empire noticed however. It was not a Jedi that freed her from bondage, it was an inquisitor of the Empire. As a child she saw the Jedi as great and noble protectors, but years of menial work for little food, being sold from owner to owner and ripped from what family she had left, had beaten the youthful optimism from her. The Jedi had failed her in her time of greatest need. The Jedi were incompetent; the Republic in all its talk of justice and peace was a sham, so she convinced herself. No tears were shed upon learning of both their fates.
The tragedy of the past turned her readily towards the dark side. When she was brought in, Darth Vader himself seemed to take a personal interest in the child. She was given a more extensive training than any inquisitor before her. She was taught to craft her own lightsabers in lieu of a traditional inquisitor’s weapon – forging a twin set joinable at the base. She studied first a double-bladed staff style of fighting, and later focusing more on separate dual wield. She learned to harness the Force with more strength and power than any inquisitor. She however could never truly quiet her mind enough to be precise with her Force powers. Her own uncertainties impeded her far too greatly.
Vader had become a shred of a father figure to her. Perhaps this was simply an adolescent child and the product of tragedy latching onto the first person who seemed to care about her. Whatever the truth, she received great preference over the rest of the Inquisitorious, and had the clout to pull Vader’s rank as if it was her own. Yet despite being trained as a true apprentice of the Sith, she was an inquisitor in rank still. Her training was kept secret from Sheev, who would certainly have her killed if he knew. He already had growing concerns about the Inquisitorious as a whole. She never knew that not long before the destruction of the second Death Star, Palpatine had learned of her training. If Luke Skywalker had indeed been converted to the dark side, she would be cast aside – potentially killed – to make way for this new apprentice. She was far from Endor when her master was killed.
Vader’s death gave her drive, conviction, purpose. These were all qualities she lacked previous. Her loyalty to Vader made up for this but in absence of a master, she was lost. The confused little girl she had always been was oncemore who she was even at the age of 37. Everything she knew was coming apart at the seams. She heard of the rebel incursion on Endor and hurried back as fast as the hyperdrive would carry her and her ship. Yet she was too late, and all that was left was a debris field.

Interestingly enough, she very much parallels Asajj Ventress in her story and her character arc. Also, yes this is what I considered “manageable”.
I normally don't cross Natalie's lore with any group things. She's meant to be her own story I write 1x1 .... but this practically has her name on it. I might have to dare say... "Interested."
@Zapdos Kinda similar to where I stand on it. Conceptually I'm interested but I'm waiting to see some more fully developed lore & systems before I can confidently decide if my existing character works (I once prospected an RP where he didn't and it gutted him to make a passable version). Hence why I have not yet fully expressed interest yet.
*makes note to keep an eye on this*
“If he is here, then someone will have gotten him already; the bounty you have on his head is certainly big enough.”
Adrianna was on the trail of an old associate of her father’s. She had heard through the city gossip that he had wound up losing the Emperor’s graces. While that alone meant little more than the occasional government harassment, it barely took a little bribery and blackmail to engineer a scandal that deposed him from his lands. The bounty on his head was just laziness on her part.

“Politics can be violent and ruthless, even in peacetime. Those who stand against you can and will use every blunder you make against you however they can.” Adrianna recalled her mentor's lessons on politics, corruption, and morality.
“Isn’t that illegal?” younger Adrianna asked.
“All is fair in love and war, child. Make no mistake that politic is a war ... a war of word and of wit.”


To that end, the Travelers’ insignia stitched loosely onto her cloak served a similar purpose. It commanded power, authority, and sometimes fear without having to initiate with a threat of force. Here it was all she needed to get a lowly merchant talking. She had flushed the rat and set an abundance of traps. All that was needed now was for the trap to be sprung. She just sat back and waited for word he may have been caught. She had arrived in Mezzar to follow up on one such lead.

“Where would someone hold him if they captured him? How would I find that captor?” she questioned the merchant.
“If the soldiers knew how much you made his head worth, then he would be kept at the prison.”
“And what if someone else got to him first?”
“It wouldn’t matter. They’d make up a reason to seize him and claim the bounty themselves. They’re not paid enough to pass that by.”
“Right. Where is the prison?”



She approached the prison gate. Four guards stood fairly laxly at their posts. One who she presumed to be in charge amongst them noticed her approach first. The rather inhospitable response she received was hardly to be blamed. She had on her breastpiece, tassets, and bracers - the bracers not being visible beneath her cloak however - and a bladed staff slung across her back. She was far from the picture of innocence. “Halt! You are not permitted to enter!”
She tugged on her cloak just slightly, enough for the insignia on her shoulder to become visible. “I’m looking for a fugitive. I’m here to collect him and deliver the bounty owed.”
She extended a rolled parchment from inside her cloak. The guard took it and examined the wanted poster. “You can’t possibly be able to pay that much. What kind of trickery is this?” the guard demanded.
“I most certainly can. Now I would like you to show me to the warden of this facility so I may speak with him instead,” Adrianna replied calmly though her expression grew impatient, so she pulled a gold coin that she started twiddling between her fingers, “now let me pass.”
“You dare expect me to take a bribe?!” the guard bellowed, “I am not some dishonest pig for you to insult as such!”
Adrianna had put away the gold coin, instead thumbing the sling of her staff. She could easily take these four without unsheathing her blade, but that would just be the start of her problems should she need to strike.
I've owed that first-post for too long, srry guys. Its up now. :)
"Samantha Meredith Whitmore, go to your room at once and put on a gown! I will not have my firstborn going to a ball dressed like a ruffian!”
Sam stopped lacing her boots to let out an audible sigh. Mother was going to make this a fight as always. Wars of words wore on Sam’s patience. Mother was the queen of making war over the simplest of things, all because Sam wouldn’t conform to her preconception of what makes a ‘proper lady’. “Mother you can yell all you want but as you’re already concerned about the time, I do not see how a wardrobe change does anything more than trade one grievance for another.”
Sam was right of course - that was the quickest way to shut down these arguments - but that only angered mother more. “Yes, and you’re late already.”
“The carriage will be late, mother; I can still ride to Belchester in time,” she answered quietly.
Her intent was to ride out herself rather than in a carriage. Clearly that idea was going over exactly as well as her choice of dress.

She never liked overly fanciful dresses. All of hers - the ones she would actually wear at least - were simpler, meant to have something else accompany them. Her choice for tonight was bright red with a simple black embroidery along the shin-high bottom edge, a plainly slim high collar, and short-cut sleeves. She paired it with a men's-styled jacket - black with a matching red edging - and her laced knee-high boots so she could still ride. Ballroom slippers did not sit in stirrups well at all. One of the house servants had taken her black hat earlier to have a small tulip bouquet put in the side. This was a rare occasion she intended to tolerate flowers, but that clearly was not enough of a concession to appease her irate mother.

“I will not have you arriving a windblown mess from riding,” she huffed as she realized that she was already defeated about the wardrobe, “now go out front and get to the carriage young lady!”
“Was I not supposed to bo change into something less ... ‘objectionable’?”
Sam had her in a pinch. Mother could not have both. Being turned away from her, Sam smirked at her small victory. A frustrated grunt came from the middle-aged woman. “Just go...”

Sam darted out the front door. Dark clouds loomed in the far distance; it would likely be raining in Belchester. She reached inside to the coat rack, grabbing a long overcoat she could wear atop her existing attire. Max, one of the house servants, came around from another door carrying one of her last bags packed for the trip and her hat. The carriage was already out front along with one of the family’s thoroughbreds, saddled and ready. Sam normally kept the black ribbon tucked inside the hat instead of wearing it around her chin, but she carefully pulled it out this time so it would not blow off as she rode. She tied it snugly after donning her overcoat. Mother stood just in front of the door, shaking her head gruffly. “For the love of God child, do not embarrass us!” she called out as Sam hoisted herself atop the horse.
“But where’s the fun in that?” she hollered back, taking hold of the reins, “Hya!”



The rain was never particularly heavy, but riding at a full gallop through it for the better part of an hour and a half was not the most fun. Avalon was not that far from Belchester by horseback - not more than forty miles - and Sam’s father even had quite the stake in the docks there moving cargo in and out of the bay. She was loosely familiar with the city and how to get there. Her hat was quite wet by the time she arrived, though the rain had not done too much damage to her hair. She kept it just past shoulder-length so it would not become difficult. Her mother always demanded she let it grow out, but Sam was not about to endure thirty minutes of hairdressing a day to please Mother.

A large castle was not hard to find, and Sam had no difficulties finding her way to the gates and into the circle. The fountain the path wrapped around was more opulent than anything she knew in Avalon. As much as she didn’t care for jewelry or shiny things herself, she stared around with an almost-childlike enthusiasm at it all here. She snapped back to the here and now as she came upon the steps and one of the servants startled her horse. “Woah, easy there,” she pulled back gently to settle him.
The attendant took the reins from her as she dismounted as gracefully as she could. A long skirt was not the easiest apparel to get in and out of a saddle with, but she had ripped enough skirts doing it to know how not to. She hurried indoors to finally remove her very wet overcoat. “Yes, thank you,” she acknowledged the servant who came to take her coat from her, and then Sam made her way to the ballroom.
@vancexentan Fuck yeah I'd be up for that!
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BRIDGE


The bridge crews grew increasingly frenzied as the situation spiraled out of control. There were weapons drawn in the main hangar, a war being waged on the surface of the planet, and a tactical nightmare forming in the orbital battlespace. There would be no winners in a contest of conventional military strategy; that much was clear. But the Aeon class cruisers were not suited to employ conventional military strategy. The tactical officers knew this well, though the rookie XO was still adapting.

“Shhhhhiiiit.” Natka swore at her station and promptly abandoned her post.
She moved to the holotable in the back center, a position usually reserved for the command structure only. “Lieutenant what are you doing?”
The XO was not up to speed with many of the mutual agreements between the Destiny’s veteran crew. “The situation is getting chaotic. I need a bigger workspace, I’m stealing the table,” she answered him.
“Command table is for commanding officers only.”
“Per the commander herself, if she is not on the bridge and we are not in active combat, I can take the table. That’s how it’s been for ages.”
The XO stepped back and let her have the table. Black ops was different enough from what he was used to that such an agreement might actually stand here, and he was too new to have the clout to challenge the supposed agreement.

Natka worked quickly to get herself set back up in the new workstation. She waved over the XO to include him in the analysis. “We’ve got at least two major forces pressing for this objective here,” she pointed towards the surface structure everyone was after, “a civilian population center directly adjacent, and two smaller forces I’ve identified on the fringes. One has an FOB going up here to the northwest but has not advanced. The other force is here to the south of the objective and has attempted an advance, but remains engaged at range. Meanwhile the two large entities are doing work.”
“So who is who exactly?”
“That’s actually a good question; I’m not one hundred percent sure yet but I’m running some traces to figure it out,” Lieutenant Natka did not miss much thus confounding her was an achievement, “The large force with an armor asset approaching and multiple air assets appears to belong to the self-identified 'Covenant' fleet that has arrived and thoroughly provoked the commander.”
“Absolutely fantastic ...” the XO snorted.
“I also have this other force that has moved into the structure and I’m not sure where they came from. I didn’t trace them from a capital ship. Their shuttle either had stealth or local system FTL. SICI, can you rewind our data and find that shuttle?”
“I do not need to. Per your earlier request, I have finished analyzing the engine trails from said transport,” SICI’s omniscient voice confirmed, “interestingly enough, the trail emissions match the vessel that the overseer arrived in the hangar aboard, despite being different life forms.”
“Does that make it his force? Are you sure?” Natka looked back at the covenant forces, which had similar variation of life forms, “Son of a bitch!”

The XO and the lieutenant exchanged a face. “So he is on the ground too. SICI, reverse the imaging data we have, I want to try and assess escalation,”
“Copy XO, running it back.”
SICI digitally scanned the footage for anything she noticed while Natka and the XO, Senior Officer Viktaan Dyykes. Both of them immediately noticed the viciousness with which the Covenant forces attacked. Alone it was insignificant, but the foreboding threat they broadcasted SICI had caught earlier suddenly became relevant. Again there was a concerned glance exchanged as both of them silently acknowledge just how ferocious they were being, and how dangerous that made them as an adversary. They kept rolling the footage.

Lieutenant Dyykes caught it before Natka, a rare feat. “There, those are the overseer’s forces yes?”
“Yeah, why- oh shit!” Natka had seen it too.
The overseer’s forces landed, turned towards the civilian center, and attacked without provocation with flamethrowers. Neither of them needed to say why that was bad. They both already knew. “Do it now; she needs to know!” Natka barked, turning back to the intel.
The XO nodded and clicked his headset. “Bridge to CO, we have a problem.”



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MAIN HANGAR


Muriel wanted to nuke the ruins; she wanted to bathe the entire site in the fires of a miniature sun and obliterate both their ground forces in one fell swoop as punishment for their audacious- no, egregious transgressions. Letting them get away with threatening a commander of the Alduur Imperial Navy was tantamount to heresy. Alas, the tactical situation made the decision a poor one. Covenant forces had numbers in excess of what the Destiny Ascendant could possibly deal with even if they succeeded in taking no damage. The ship simply didn’t have the necessary quantity of ordnance.

“Fleetmaster your ‘business’ appears to be waging war,” SICI subtly interrupted her, reminding her about the intercepted transmission earlier they had opted to ignore, “and your force has explicitly stated it does not care who it engages with.”
For a brief moment she wasn’t sure where she was going with this. The fleetmaster and the overseer seemed at odds with each other yet the overseer felt it prudent to ... attempt diplomacy? Where was that five minutes ago? That pissed her off more than anything: that he felt suddenly the Covenant was worthy of some semblance of respect and she was not despite being the one who extended her hand first.

The overseer did pull back his staff as she demanded, though. She really wanted to shoot him. Really they both deserved it at this point, but the tactical situation was far too unfavorable. The Covenant had a fleet that could overpower her ship in an instant. If she killed him, there was nothing stopping them. The overseer was a far easier kill to get away with, however his droids would react faster than her marines. There would be a number of injuries, potentially fatalities. Four deaths was a cost too high for a vengeance kill. She could not reconcile the numbers, so she slowly lowered her weapons, returning them to their thigh holsters. “Tactical, hold fire on mod 21 torpedoes.”

She felt confident the overseer underestimated the power of a fusion torpedo dropped directly on a target. Short of being buried under twenty meters of solid rock, nothing survived such devastating weapons. If he was right however, then her threat remained only effective versus him. The Covenant could easily replace the forces she could slay with such a strike.

The marine sergeant did not follow her lead and the fireteam kept weapons trained on the overseer’s droid security force. Until they lowered their own weapons, Commander Muriel would not demand the sergeant do the same. Anything else would be a measure of trust that no one within the hangar was willing to extend. Her train of thought was derailed as the transmission came through her headset. ”Bridge to CO; we have a problem.”

She clicked her headset and responded, “Go for CO.” Only her speech would be audible to the rest of the hangar.
“Commander, we have strong evidence to countermand any assertion that both the fleetmaster’s Covenant and the Overseer’s force intend to accept peace,” the XO cautioned.
Muriel’s first thought was ’tell me something I don’t know,’ but she merely acknowledged with a brief “uhuh” before allowing him to continue.
“We have confirmation of unprovoked engagement versus civilian targets.”
Muriel failed to suppress her immediate reaction this time. “Oh shit! Are you sure?”
“Yes, the overseer’s forces engaged civilian presence with flamethrowers. We recommend that both forces be considered extremely hostile. For your safety, I strongly advise ending this meeting immediately,” he urged.
“Understood, we will proceed as recommended.”

Muriel looked to the fleetmaster, then to the overseer, then back to the fleetmaster. A token glance was given to the two Cindorians as well. It was plainly obvious she didn't want to say what was on her mind. That would likely start a war. As much as she desired to punish such a horrendous violation of the rules of war, it wasn’t possible. Moments like this were why she hated trying to play diplomat. She looked back at the two belligerents. Still struggling to choose her words carefully, she opened her mouth to speak, "I thi-" before being cut off.
Well I can't be interested in what I don't know about, so that's that.
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