Star Wars Fanfic Ideas, Recommendations, and Discussions Thread

[DarthOne]

I'm curious about their goddess. If she's real AND she explicitly favors humans, what implications would that have for the galaxy?

Honestly, we don’t know for certain, due in large part to a general lack of stories in that era and the fact that Disney took over. In short, the Goddess could be whatever one wishes.

Personally, I’d either leave if ambiguous as to if she was real or not, or failing that, have her be some sort of Sufficiently Advanced Alien Lifeform of some sort. Maybe something vaguely like the Chaos Gods from 40k in function (aka powered by belief and certain actions empower her) since we’re already doing 40k in SW here.

 

[Lord Sovereign]

So.

"Warspite: A Star Wars Story" (seriously chaps, have you got any other suggestions? Because I can't big thonk when it comes to names) is continuing to undergo formulation. We've got the ship and her captain thought of, whilst I'm still undecided as to what her complement of spacecraft would be, so how about some antagonists?

It'll be rebels obviously, but perhaps those who take more of a leaf out of Saw Gerrera's book than Mon Mothma's. Regardless of Rebel Alliance forces running riot in the aftermath of Endor (again, some cells would be more extreme than others in this regard. Retribution on Imperial aligned worlds may well be terrible), this cell in particular would be relentlessly pursuing survivors of that battle without showing any mercy. I'm actually thinking of making them Alderaanians, so as to explain why they are so extremist and vengeful (in their eyes, worlds loyal to the Empire and prosperous under it were complicit in the destruction of their home). Could also lead to some spicy character conflict, both internal and external, for Warspite's new captain. Maybe the commander of this cell is even someone he knew, a member of one of Alderaan's great houses perhaps (no, they would not be an Organa)?

 

[Deleted member 88]

There does seem to be an ancient goddess that is tied with humans in some way, IIRC, she was or is tied to Abeloth. Perhaps she was a celestial, or perhaps she was the human race's creator in the GFFA.

But that is super obscure Legends lore.

 

[The Mandarin]

So, I'm thinking of tackling the monumental task of redoing the sequel trilogy. There'd be limited shout out's to the EU though, I'd mostly be using the names and the faces the "characters" of that farce, albeit in name only, minus Snoke and probably the whole First Order. Mostly because I don't think they can be salvaged, I'm in the brain storming phase still.

Though, as a proper contrast to Luke.

This would be my inspiration for the force using antagonist.

 

[KnightTemplar]

"Warspite: A Star Wars Story" (seriously chaps, have you got any other suggestions? Because I can't big thonk when it comes to names)

Just call it Warspite. For titles, simpler is usually better.

 

[Aaron Fox]

Well, let's go crazy... this has 'A New World: A World of Conflict and Sorrow'!Sol (post-unification) ending up in Star Wars a decade before Episode 1. This Sol is different than the rest of the galaxy, given that it practices gene and cyber-augmentation that goes into what used to be considered Sith Alchemy but also has 'droids' that are extremely smart but also extremely cheap... and have rights.

Yeah, one AGI showing up asking to adopt a few kids was kind of a shocker for the galaxy at large who kind of spent a few hours trying to process that before causing a major fight in the courts, massive protests on droid rights, among other things. The Republic isn't evil in terms of social mores, hell it's outright hyper-tolerant. The problem with the Republic is that it is gigantic, it has oodles of various social systems, and is not only screwing itself into the ground but ignorant of what is happening outside of their spheres of influence, while being so tolerant that it becomes intolerant. If a social more is overwhelmingly powerful (like, say, the treatment of droids in canon) then it becomes de facto/actual law...

This Sol is going to shake things up quite a bit once an effective holonet connection is established (although on the Sol end it's going to have various screenings and 'checkpoints' to ensure that memetic weapons from either side don't harm anyone)...
Sallidum Upper Atmosphere, Drop Pod 4-3-22 - Near the End of the Coruscant Road Hyperspace Route; April 22nd, 0670 NWE (51 BBY)

"T minus 60 seconds until deployment."

"Drop Face First Into Hell", that's the motto and consistent situation of the Drop Troopers. It is partially due to how we operate: get into special pods filled with countermeasures and decoys and hope to get to whatever planet or moon surface to secure the dropship LZ. We are essentially the space-based version of the paratroopers... just mixed with Heinlein's Mobile Infantry for good measure.

"Well shit, they expect having flak weapons would work? They must be dumber than we thought."

That was when my AugReal showed that some aerospace jocks had also joined in on the fun, sent to do DEAD* missions across the battlefield. Although given that they're using flak weapons against drop pods... not AHEAD shells but old-fashioned WW2 style flak, that is kind of overkill... but you might never know what might be waiting in the wings.

"T minus 30 seconds until deployment. Decoys and countermeasures away."

Soft thumps reverberated as the decoys ejected, giving the enemy even more targets on their sensors. Flares and chaff modules thumped as they fired, causing any enemy sensor locks to break.

The altimeter rapidly shifted as I continued to plummet towards the surface at 10km/s, trying to get to the safe altitude of 5 kilometers.

"T minus 15 seconds, prep and go."

Each second felt agonizing, yet I was going as fast as physics will allow. Yet I heard the armor signal deployment altitude and I pulled the manual release, turning the fore-end of the pod into a bunch of debris. I quickly used my armor's RCS units to start maneuvering, firing off HARM and AGMs as I went. Giant, brilliant, 1-ton explosions rattled the landscape as I slow my descent with my thrusters. My HMG fired into the distance while my recoilless rifle fired into the distance into a makeshift bunker, annihilating it with an immense explosion.

"This is Delta 2-3, I'm on the ground," I stated through the ComLink, "I've already taken out one makeshift bunker and a pirate fireteam."

"Understood 2-3," Delta Actual stated, "Met up with the rest of Delta 2 and get that sector cleared. The dropships are finishing prep now."

"Understood Delta Actual," I answered, "Oscar Mike." I fire my thrusters to start my 'bunny hopping' towards the rest of Delta 2. The scattered enemy never lasted long within my LoS, always becoming pink mist as the 100kJ kinetic impacts imparted their energies. The HRV continued to scan for the enemy, allowing me to destroy them with ease as I moved towards my unit.
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SFV Johnathan Reager, Dropship 4 "Richard's Own" - in orbit of Sallidum, near the end of the Coruscant Road Hyperspace Route

"All units, prepare for combat drop. Repeat: all units, prepare for combat drop."

Planetary invasions -as well as warfare- are something of an art form as well as a science. There are all sorts of intricacies that have to be part of any planetary invasion: securing the LZs, suppressing enemy air defenses, suppressing enemy air support, so on and so forth. No two invasions are exactly alike, just like art... and just like how two wars are never exactly alike.

Something that is lost on the 'Galactic Republic'... and especially lost to the 'Judicial Forces' attache that I've been working with.

"Alright boys and girls, we're going to have a combat drop," I stated, "prepare for combat maneuvers." Everyone simply strapped themselves harder and chuckled a little. "So, officer, are you ready to see how we roll?" That was when the dropship jerked around, avoiding some weapon fired from the surface.

"I've don't have a choice!" the Judicial attache answered as he held on for dear life, "If I knew that I would be in the sithspawn thick of it, I would have passed the responsibility to someone else!" Everyone in the Brigade Command Vehicle chuckled at the poor attache. "No one said anything about intense combat!"

"Welcome to the Cosmo Marines then!" I commented, "First in, last out!" The Judicial -while still clinging to his seat as if his life depended on it- eyes widened, apparently remembering the phrase from somewhere. "Stith, get the turret ready, I feel that we're going to hit the ground blasting this time around." The Sogowan** simply nodded and manned the nearby turret console.

"... why are you so jovial about getting sent into a sithspawn bloodbath?!?" the Judicial asked, "What are you? Lost Mandalorians!?!"

"Prep for disembarkment ladies and gentlemen. LZ in 10 seconds. The Drop Jocks say that there is still limited enemy fire in the LZ."

"Alright, you apes," I stated over the comms, "you've heard the ship jockey, prepare to go out guns blazing!" The comms roared with jovial exclamations of 'finally some action'. I turned to the Judicial. "We're not, as you put it, 'Lost Mandalorians', we're Marines. Fighting in shit worse than this is what we train for." That was when the CV was hit with a blaster cannon. The main gun -a 45mm autocannon- let out a muffled roar as it sent a burst of ammunition towards the offending weapon, sending it and it's crew into oblivion. "Driver, get us to the battalion CP. Battallion, we're oscar mike to the primary objective." The comms chatter was filled with wilcos and rogers as the CV rolled out of the dropship guns blazing. Tracers rippled through the air as my fellow soldiers ripped the pirates apart. I smiled, it was good to be useful again...
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Nuala Marauders Main Sallidum Base

The holoplot only showed that the situation has gotten from bad to worse. This 'SolForce' was nothing like the Judicials. They have struck hard, they struck fast and struck relentlessly. Our benefactor had decided to screw with this 'SolForce' by allowing my gang of pirates effectively free reign in the newly discovered hyperspace route... but now I think that the sithspawn benefactor had used us for pasties. Now... now we're screwed. SolForce controls the orbitals, meaning that even if we had the ships (which we don't because SolForce had already obliterated the main ship park to bits), we couldn't escape because we'll get shot to pieces if we tried.

"They've already got most of our facilities," one of my fellow pirates stated, "only the shielded sections have weathered the assault so far." I sighed, at least we've got various theater and base shields... although the only question would be for how long.

"Whomever this SolForce is, they're frakking determined," another commented, "by now practically every other defense force outside of a handful would have given up by now." That was the truth. Only a literal handful of defense forces were able to go for long periods of time in combat... and those are explicitly forbidden to go outside their sectors. That was when the holoplot crashed.

"What was that?" I exclaimed as the rest of the command crew tried to find out what happened.

"Looks like some sort of atomic sir," my second in command commented, "Detonation forced the sensors and comm relays to shut down to prevent burnout." That raised an eyebrow. No one has used atomics in centuries -well over a millennium really- and thermal detonator tech largely replaced such weapons outside of the largest of warheads. Even with thermal detonators, large base and theater shields are largely immune to such weapons. Smaller variants, on the other hand, would overload quite easily due to containment failure.

"Atomics?" I questioned, "Atomics? What are we dealing with? Mandalorians?" They're one of the few that would even use atomics... and they haven't gotten out of their sector in ages... "Alright, get sensors and comms back up and find out what is going on. We'll have to make our stand as bloody as possible, force them to negotiate. We've lost too much already and they should be hemorrhaging money to keep this sort of force active..."
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*DEAD: Destruction of Enemy Air Defense, SEAD's (Suppression of Enemy Air Defense) deadlier cousin. While SEAD simply keeps the AA positions' heads down, DEAD makes sure they're dead.
**Sogowan: if you watched Titan AE and seen Stith, then you have seen a Sogowan. Think of them as alien kangaroos with all the kicking power that it entails. I simply loved the design for them, very alien yet relatable. It also didn't help that she was well-educated... and acting like a kid in an arcade on occasion.

 

[Aaron Fox]

Continuing on this crazy ride...
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Huffman Island, Earth - Government House; December 5th 0670 NWE (51BBY)

It has been months since SolForce called an 'anti-pirate' operation, and the best description is that the known galaxy is in turmoil. Various factions have been debating in the halls of the Senate while the populous has taken to the streets. The Jedi have been conscripted to help keep the peace as the turmoil increased. Yet, those within SolForce were calm, like if it was just another day. The citizens here are so used to how heavy-handed their government was, but the more I see their people, the more I see why. It is this heavy-handedness that allowed them to prosper, to be safe. Perhaps it is the reason why I was chosen to meet with the SolForce government by the Jedi Council, I'm one with an open mind and far more knowledgeable in politics than the majority of the Order.

"Ah, Jedi Dooku, the Director-General and the Council of Sections are waiting for you," the secretary stated, "please, this way." The secretary gestured to a hallway just as two soldiers entered into view. "These gentlemen will escort you to the chamber." The two massive soldiers simply stood there in their armor, waiting for me to walk up to them for escort. SolForce had given the 'always paranoid' vibe, but this is... different. It is like they don't trust anyone outside of a small group.

"Follow us, Mr. Dooku," one of the soldiers ordered. I briskly followed, not wanting to upset these soldiers. The corridor is a simple one, only loaded with various security apparatuses and defenses. There were no other rooms through this corridor, which meant that there is no cover for anyone who would try to take the room at the end of the hall. Given the potency of SolForce small arms (despite the fact that they were slugthrowers), anyone moving through here would probably get killed well before they reached a quarter down the hall. Even a Jedi would have problems getting halfway down the hall, especially due to the fact SolForce uses a lot of kinetic weapons. The walk was -from my perspective- excruciatingly slow, perhaps the anticipation of seeing the mysterious leaders of SolForce is getting to me...

The doors opened and I saw a room very reminiscent of the Jedi Council chambers. The chairs are clearly designed for comfort as well as practicality, a continuation of SolForce's willingness to balance practicality with style and comfort to the point that is something of an obsession. They're almost as bad as the Mandalorians if this is any indication. Still, it is a change of pace of the pure opulence that the various senators of the Republic had for their offices.

"Ah, Heer Dooku, I see that you're here," one of the men in the chamber said, "Sorry about the security measures, given that we've only been in the greater galactic community for less than a year and the situation within the Republic, we're erring on the side of caution." That... is prudent, as the citizens of the Republic hadn't been this riled up in decades. Even a brutal pirate takedown wouldn't be that much of an uproar.

"It's understandable, given the circumstances," I replied stately, "the Jedi Council is also unnerved by the current situation, for it is quite unusual even for the citizens of the Republic." The Jedi Council was incredibly unnerved right now, as this is unlike the citizens of the Republic. It was like someone was egging them on...

"Well, take a seat and let's get this meeting underway," the head of the SolForce government -the Director-General- said apologetically.

"So..." one of the other leaders said, "you've gone forward with having the Jedi knowing what we suspect?" The man in question had black armbands and shoulder pads, which is a trait in wear that I see everyone but the two leaders of the SolForce government wear. "Given that the greater galaxy doesn't know what we suspect or unwilling to know what we suspect..."

"The Jedi are, from my readings of intelligence, uniquely understanding of what we suspect, given their history," the Director-General answered, "The Jedi buried it well, but they didn't scrub everything related to what we suspect." My eyes widened in surprise. The best-kept secret of the Jedi Order had always been the Sith's infamous mind weapons. Something that the Order has long kept under wraps to the point that every piece of information about it is kept in the deepest vault of the Temple, a vault that can be only opened by the entirety of the Jedi Council combined. If it is those things, then galactic civilization might be heading towards something horrible. The last time those sorts of weapons were unleashed, it caused immense amounts of chaos and deaths.

"You mean you suspect that what is happening is..." I began, the fear in my gut rising.

"... using what you call mind weapons," the Director-General completed, "oddly enough they're known to us in the form of memetic weapons, weapons that use information transmission as a weapon." I raised my eyebrows in bewilderment. "When even audio can be used to attack you, it becomes a threat that you can't ignore. Thus, the situation in the Republic has us worried." That... was problematic. If they had something similar to mind weapons and fought against them on a regular basis...

No wonder they're paranoid. Mind weapons would make anyone paranoid wrecks even if they're not used to them. That was the very reason that the Jedi Order buried all references to those damnable things and only had the top healers, the best Jedi Masters outside the Council, and the Jedi Council in the know about them. The first time learning about those... abilities... made me sick for hours... something that I learned was a reoccurring theme when the others learned of it.

"... if someone is using them, then I must tell the Council!" I exclaimed, "We made sure that as few beings knew of them as possible!" The Director-General simply nodded.

"It is quite similar, but these are more akin to what we call Gen 2 memetic weapons, easily countered," a woman with a green armband said, "Something that we've produced countermeasures and counteragents for centuries ago." I mentally sighed in relief, thanking the Force that whoever was doing this was likely rebuilding it from scratch.

"Yes," the man with the black armband said, "Analytics had come to the same conclusion. We've been tracking it and sent SAD agents to find the perp and ensure that the perp won't be making more." Wait...

"So, it'll burn itself out then?" I asked.

"Once we begin the procedures," the man with the black armband answered, "it'll be countered and everyone will be back to normal." That was a relief... "Hopefully we can get this perp and ensure we don't have a Caulder Stolos on our hands..."

"Caulder Stolos?" I asked, not liking what I'm feeling or hearing...

"Hope to anyone you worship that the perp isn't anything like him," the man with the black armband answered, "That mad postie tried to eliminate civilization itself, damn the body count in doing so. Some of our worst horrors are because of that one man." No wonder SolForce is paranoid about this, they had someone willing to do anything to annihilate civilization. Even Darth Bane wouldn't go that far! Even the Eternal Emperor didn't go that far... If this system was able to produce someone like that, then all their paranoia and crazy restrictions actually make sense. Hopefully, we don't have someone like that in the greater galaxy... or everything will die. In all likelihood, even the Sith would help the Jedi in finding such a being for that sort of being would kill everyone. If there was anyone, anything, the two sides of the Force would agree on, it would be eliminating that.

"That is... frightening..." I commented, "someone that wants to eliminate civilization itself? Even the Sith wouldn't go that far..."

"From what we've gathered, our psych-analysts feel the same," the man with the black armband commented, "Although there is a chance that they might produce such a being, although it is considered next to impossible statistically." I frowned, when the Force is involved, next to impossible is like what the normal people are calling tempting fate. "A probability we're taking into account with all seriousness..."

 

[Aaron Fox]

Still on this stupidly crazy ride...

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Crisis Team - Coruscant, Undercity; April 1st, 0671 NWE (50BBY)​

Coruscant is an unusual planet, something that goes against every known piece of psychological thought. The population densities are so high that any sentient will start psychologically breaking down within hours... yet the situation is only similar to the megacities of old. With such high densities and a lack of electronic surveillance, it makes our job all the harder. Especially so when it comes to memetic weapon manufacturers and the like.

Our intelligence had indicated that the memetic weapons were coming from the lower levels of Coruscant, far enough that there is effectively no government... essentially making it a Lawless Zone. Fortunately, our HUMINT is still good and we've narrowed it to this apartment block, and with that information, SIGINT narrowed it to this room. Given that the Republic literally gave up on governing this far down, we have a certain level of flexibility. Depending on the outcome, it would either be considered to be another death in the under levels, one of those 'accidental' memetic weapons, or some poor sod that got caught up in this mess because someone used his home as a proxy.

"SITREP," I asked, keeping an eye down the hallway.

"Door's locked, hacking in," Agent CReplica answered, "his defenses aren't bad, I'll give him that." I raised an eyebrow at that comment. "Problem for him is that I'm better." The door opened, revealing something of an organized mess of what would be considered a conspiracy theorist if it weren't for the situation. That was when the apartment's owner suddenly shouted.

"WHY CAN'T I STOP THIS THING!?!" the owner of the voice is what the Republic called a 'near-human' alien, literally slaving away at his computer terminal while taking glances at his apartment-wide board of Persons of Interest (PoIs), Locations of Interest (LoIs), Events of Interest (EoIs), and oh so much more, "WHOEVER THOUGHT THAT RECREATING THOSE THINGS IS GOING TO RUIN EVERYTHING AND CIVILIZATION AS WE ALL KNOW IT!" The being kept muttering things along the lines of 'mind weapons' and 'the Jedi had good fucking reason to bury it', acting like it was half-crazy...

... although, to be fair, trying to be a counter-memetic operator without all the fun modifications that are done to help you in that field would turn a person raving mad. Apparently, this person hasn't gone completely mad... a rarity in itself.

"... is it me, or are we seeing the near impossible?" CReplica said over the radio link.

"I am," I answered back, "I know the probabilities and statistics are against such a being but... there is always a first for anything." The rest of the team simply nodded and moved to secure the apartment, closing the door after we entered. Two of our number covered the door, just in case someone decided to... interrupt... our talk. My team walked towards the workspace that the being had set up, so absorbed in its quest against the memetic weapon that it didn't even notice our entry...

"So... you're the newcomers?" the being asked as it turned around, revealing a blaster pistol, "I've been expecting you. It took longer than I expected but I was expecting you all the same. Given your armor and capabilities, I believe you're part of the group trying to hunt down the perpetrator?" We stood there, stunned... it was like the being had precog. "If you are thinking that I have precog, dispel such notions. I've connected the dots for these mind weapons decades ago and caught the eyes of the Jedi. The Jedi ascertained what I knew and showed me the horrors such things could inflict. Horrible horrors. Since I came out relatively unscathed and wasn't enamored by their power, I was given a choice: live out the rest of my days in a gilded cage that is the Temple or work in the shadows to keep this buried."

"... and you chose the latter..." I completed, "I'm Agent Kallus, SolForce Special Actions Division, and the men with me are Blacklight operatives assigned to me for this mission. Our intel indicated that either you were making the memetic weapons in question or trying to counter them, it wasn't very specific in this case."

"Understandable if I were in your position," the being commented, "also, please understand why I'm not giving my name to beings I've just met, when you try to keep these things buried, you find certain individuals who would want them for their own ends... and more than willing to kill for it. ... so please excuse the fact that I've drawn my weapon."

"Very understandable, countering memetics and keeping them buried turns any man paranoid," I respond, "so, what do you have on the origin?"

"That's the thing, my traces have largely gone nowhere," the being answered, "can't trace the origin point, keeps shifting servers I'm afraid." I frowned, the maniac was using some old tactics to keep us off his/her trail. "Each time I trace a mind weapon, I get at least five different origin servers." Alright, that is ingenious.

"Alright, we'll need to connect to the SolGov Embassy," I stated, "they'll have the software and hardware to trace it, then we'll move in with a full kill package." The being frowned. "We can't allow this person to live, our history with memetic weapons taught us that allowing such people to live is just asking for problems. You can't trust them and many of them are the definition of a bad actor..."

 

[Aaron Fox]

Let's see what sort of fun comes out of my mind this time around... while the search for our memetic engineer continues...

Also, decided to use Revan as a title in similar terms to the Great, in this case, it would be synonymous with having the Magnificant as your royal title.

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SolForce Embassy, Corusant; June 2nd, 0671 NWE (50BBY)​

"... so, you've come to us for aid?" Vice Ambassador Richard Samuelton asked, "Given the situation on Mandalore, the pro-peace faction would be a better bet." It was unusual for a Mandalore to ask for help from outsiders, but the situation on Mandalore was troubling by any sane standard. The Traditionalists are becoming more and more paranoid about their position as the New Mandalorian movement has been growing in strength while my faction -the Revanists, followers of Tarre Vizsla the Revan Mand'alore- have been searching for allies. While the New Mandalorian movement is currently suspicious of the Revanists, they trust us more than the Traditionalists for we have the same goal: ending the iron grip of the Traditionalists.

"You must understand, our faction isn't... trusted... by the New Mandalorian movement," I answered, "and add to the fact that our faction within Mandalorian politics has been consistently small since the Traditionalists took over after Tarre Vizsla's death..." Revan was one of the most popular leaders of Mandalore... with the general population. The problem was that Tarre Vizsla stepped on quite a few toes of the predecessors of the Traditionalists, the same maniacs that would kick off the 2nd Mandalorian Wars against Tarre Vizsla's wishes.

"... you've been suppressed because you would go against the Traditionalists completely," Richard completed, "I can see where that would be a problem. You aren't trusted by the group that you closest to, the other wants you dead, and with this memetic weapon business going on in the greater galaxy you want to hinge your bets." Richard smiled warmly. "It is... rare... for this sort of situation to come about Mr. Kryze. I also know that you're going behind your cousin's back with this."

"My cousin chose me as the New Mandalorian movement's go-between with the Revanists, Vice Ambassador," I answered flatly, "I'm only going behind my sister's back to ensure that the current situation on Mandalore doesn't go out of control. I fear that the Traditionalists will try to kill her for her convictions, I'm only doing this because she hasn't recognized this scenario yet. Add to the fact that one of the few things that united Mandalorians and Jedi on a single cause has occurred..." Richard raised an eyebrow at that.

"You want to focus your energies on the memetic engineer instead of fighting the rest of the galaxy," Richard added as I sat surprised, "Don't be surprised Mr. Kryze, we had our own problems with 'Mind Weapons' as your people and the Jedi call them... and we've got protocols and countermeasures to combat them given our... long history with such horrors. Our work on that front is slow but we've captured one of the bastard's memetic labs, allowing us to cook up a memetic vaccine. Given the equipment, it'll take a few years before the bastard will do anything serious again."

"... you've dealt with Mind Weapons?" I commented in shock, "But... how?"

"Centuries of horror and bloodshed," Richard answered sorrowfully, "centuries of fighting against people who use them for their own ends. We have very good reasons to sanitize everything in our culture to ensure such weapons don't sneak in. We consider such things quite serious business that only death is punishment for unleashing them intentionally." I sat in that chair, awed at the fact that SolForce had to live with people willing to use mind weapons liberally. Is it why they are so alien compared to the various other humans in the galaxy? "We'll help you with ensuring your cousin isn't assassinated and help broker something to allow for your faction's survival in the new Mandalorian government and guarantee you the reconstruction you'll need. We would like one favor, however..."

"What would that be?" I asked... fearing the favor required.

"Our analysts have compiled the numbers," Richard answered in a sad tone as he stood up and looked upon the Coruscant skyline, "War is coming. A terrible war. A disastrous war. There is simply too much animosity between the corporate and criminal controlled Outer Rim and the rest of the galaxy, and that level of animosity only ends in one thing: war. We are preparing for it to ensure that the puppet masters won't erk out a win." I knew that the tensions between the Outer Rim and the rest of the galaxy were bad, but what Richard said is a nightmare come true. "Your people know how to fight, we are going to gather as many forces as possible to ensure that the puppet masters can't control the war in its entirety. We want your people to be ready when the time comes..."

"I'll have to think about this," I answered, "but if these puppetmasters are those who created that mind weapon... you have the Clans of Mandalore behind you."

"That is all I ask," Richard commented, "Now, I believe you have to return to Mandalore tomorrow morning?" I simply nodded and was soon escorted out...

 

[Aaron Fox]

Continuing on, this time I believe we'll get into more ripples, this time changing the course of one man's fate. Please note that the canon date of this event isn't available (other than it was before 22 BBY), so I've taken some liberties.

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Planet Kalee, Wild Space; January 15th, 0671 NWE (49 BBY)​

"Attention Yam'rii forces, this is General Samuel Williams of SolForce, you are in violation of five different Galactic Republic laws. Cease and desist immediately or we will engage in combat with your forces."

SolForce is probably one of the strangest groups that I've ever encountered in my life. Unlike the Republic, they took rules seriously to an insane degree... and that is something that perplexes me and everyone on this planet.

"You have no authority here," the Yam'rii commander replied over the channel, "we will do as we wish with this planet and its inhabitants."

General Williams frowned, not liking what he was hearing. From what SolForce had been giving me in terms of information, the Yam'rii is something of a double-edged sword for the Republic. They've brought quite a few things to the Republic in terms of technological and economic terms, but they've been something of a thorn on the Republic's side with stunts like this.

"I'm sorry, the law is very clear on this matter. If you continue," Williams flatly replied, "you will risk fighting against one of the most capable fighting forces in the known galaxy and knows how to use that force effectively."

"That is a threat you will not follow through," the Yam'rii commander angrily answered, "your people are already on thin ice with the greater Republic as it is." That was a problem, from what I've seen. If you get on thin ice with the Republic, you'll have problems... at least that's what was implied by the information that I was given. "So step aside."

"I will not," Williams responded, "what you will do is simply leave this sector alone and abide by the rules of the Republic. We've already have put your blatant disregard of Republic law on the floor of the Senate and the Jedi have been backing us up on this..." The SolForce general left the threat hanging, given the Yam'rii commander's reaction.

"This isn't going to be the end of this," the Yam'rii commander bitterly abridged, "we'll be back to take these systems as our own and there will be nothing you can do to stop it." That was when the general howled in laughter.

"We've made warfare into a scientific art form," Williams barbed, "and you still can't wrap your head around it. If you try this sort of shit again, we'll make sure you're great-grandchildren will feel it." The Yam'rii scoffed before cutting the connection. "Sorry about that, everyone else is still getting used to us and our quirks." With that situation delayed, I tried to think of what I was asking before the Yam'rii commander interrupted us...

 

[Aaron Fox]

Well, with that, more comes...

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Mandalore; December 2nd, 0671 NWE (50BBY)​

If you lived for centuries, you see all sorts of shit, get into all sorts of shit, find all sorts of shit... and this isn't that much different. A cold Civil War where the two main factions are putting their pieces in place before the main hostilities get underway? Standard intelligent preparation for a civil war, really. I've seen so much of this shit that it is amazing that I'm still sane, but then again that's what separates us from everyone else in the galaxy. We've been through at least nine different hells, and yet we're still sane... well, if you ask the citizens of the galaxy mostly sane. It is sad, really. They don't know how good they have had it. They didn't have to spend several centuries to fight against a madman whose willingness to end civilization knew no bounds. They didn't have to suffer constant warfare for centuries. They didn't have to deal with the lack of stability, the abundance of paranoia and fear... the abundance of death and destruction. Now I'm here to prevent that sort of thing from happening in the greater galaxy.

My target? One of the ultra-traditionalist leaders. Extremely crafty and intelligent, someone that always learns from victories and losses in equal measure. A someone that, to minimize problems when the civil war goes hot, has to die. The problem, sadly enough, is that this guy is damn good at making it all but impossible to assassinate him. All in all, he's been giving me a run for my money. Right now the only easy option is to take a 15.5mm AMR and fire it off at 4km, but to get the set of circumstances to do that is far harder than it looks and it would literally advertise that SolGov is backing the anti-Traditionalist leaders. So, here I am, biding my time, waiting for the time to strike. It isn't easy, I'm afraid, but it's the best for the current situation. More often than not the best way to take out the target is to set up the circumstances and strike, and that takes a lot of time. SAD is just damn lucky that we're masters of HUMINT around here. Though, given this leader's true-traditionalist tendencies, I might have a way that makes things easier for the opposition...

... perhaps we can convince this leader to be on our side despite his ultra-traditionalist nature, given that the Mandalorians apparently have a hate boner larger than ours when it comes to memetic weapons?

I feel that it would be incredibly hard to convince the man though, but then again the man is also noted to be a true traditionalist... an anomaly within the Traditionalist forces. So, how to do this...

"Something on your mind?" the leader in question asked.

"A lot sir," I quickly answered, "it is just some of the rumors about the greater galaxy that has me... troubled..." The leader in question raised an eyebrow at that comment. I mentally slapped myself for screwing up like this but he caught me off guard.

"Rumors?" the leader asked, "What sort of rumors?"

"Well, you know the legends of what the force users were able to create?" I answered, "Well, there are rumors going around that the infamous mind weapons have returned..." That got the leader's attention. "... and someone has unleashed it upon the greater galaxy..." The leader cursed loudly at my response.

"This is... troubling news," the leader frowned, "what many within our ranks would ignore is the ancient pact that we've made with the Jedi in the Times of Legend, a pact that even The Revan took seriously." That caused me to metaphorically raise an eyebrow, it appears that things are murkier than we first imagined, but then again that period of history had a few too many Dark Ages to be comfortable. "My contacts within the Pacifists and the Revanists have confirmed such rumors, and as such, the pact is to be active immediately. My family has passed that document down from generation to generation, keeping it safe from those who would destroy it. You must ensure that this document goes to the Jedi as soon as possible, even if it means your life." The leader opened a hidden safe and gave me the carefully preserved document. "Now go, I must tell the others that the ancient pact is now active."

Ok... that happened, but can't give a gift horse in the mouth. I quickly run to my safehouse and prepared to report my findings...

 

[Ash's Boomstick]

I'm looking for a fic I barely remember where someone that shouldn't be trusted helps the Rebel Alliance somehow, this causes some serious issues up to and including Mon Mothma betraying the alliance completely.

 

[Urabrask Revealed]

I'm looking for a fic I barely remember where someone that shouldn't be trusted helps the Rebel Alliance somehow, this causes some serious issues up to and including Mon Mothma betraying the alliance completely.

On one hand, I find it extremely unlikely that Mon Mothma would betray the alliance, especially since she drove out other high-ranking members that might threaten her position as commander of the rebellion.
On the other hand, since it's you asking for that fic, it might be written rather well.

 

[Lord Sovereign]

Right. So I presume some of you distantly remember that "Warspite" story I am working on? Well, I've finally got a name for the main protagonist, the impromptu, young captain of the old Star Destroyer: Claudius Panteer.

Now, that name has been chosen with reason. "Panteer" is a very old Alderaanian House. Indeed they were royalty once in the distant past, only to be later usurped by the Organas. Up until the home world's destruction they were still a powerful family known for real-politik, which is why they supported the Empire (at least, for the purposes of this fic). "Claudius" meanwhile is derived from Latin for "cripple", which, alongside Claudius's malformed arm, indicates his place in the family. He was not the firstborn, neither was he the favourite, which gives him a bit of an inferiority complex. However, he wasn't abused or anything, and he was loved. That didn't stop them shifting their unimportant son off into the Imperial military so he could make something of himself.

As nobility, he is a haughty blue blood, more so now than ever that Alderaan is gone. It could actually be said that one of the reasons he clings on to this identity, of an Alderaanian aristocrat, so much is that it is one of the very few things he has left of his home. As a Panteer, he does have a grasp of politics but not nearly as much as his older siblings would have.

All Claudius has these days is the Empire and his own personal advancement (perhaps a coping mechanism, an attempt at filling the hole his loved ones left). He hates being jammed onto a "relic of the Clone Wars", condemned to a forsaken Outer Rim where they chase down pirates and try to catch the smoke that is the Rebel Alliance. He wants to be Captain of an Imperial class Star Destroyer, then work his way up to Admiral and perhaps beyond. This attitude has led to him building bugger all rapport with the crew of the Warspite, who see him as a snotty nosed kid that'll soon be promoted off their ship. At least...until the Battle of Endor.

So essentially, a deeply flawed character with a lot of room for growth. Should be fun to figure out his arc!

 

[BlackDragon98]

Right. So I presume some of you distantly remember that "Warspite" story I am working on? Well, I've finally got a name for the main protagonist, the impromptu, young captain of the old Star Destroyer: Claudius Panteer.

Now, that name has been chosen with reason. "Panteer" is a very old Alderaanian House. Indeed they were royalty once in the distant past, only to be later usurped by the Organas. Up until the home world's destruction they were still a powerful family known for real-politik, which is why they supported the Empire (at least, for the purposes of this fic). "Claudius" meanwhile is derived from Latin for "cripple", which, alongside Claudius's malformed arm, indicates his place in the family. He was not the firstborn, neither was he the favourite, which gives him a bit of an inferiority complex. However, he wasn't abused or anything, and he was loved. That didn't stop them shifting their unimportant son off into the Imperial military so he could make something of himself.

As nobility, he is a haughty blue blood, more so now than ever that Alderaan is gone. It could actually be said that one of the reasons he clings on to this identity, of an Alderaanian aristocrat, so much is that it is one of the very few things he has left of his home. As a Panteer, he does have a grasp of politics but not nearly as much as his older siblings would have.

All Claudius has these days is the Empire and his own personal advancement (perhaps a coping mechanism, an attempt at filling the hole his loved ones left). He hates being jammed onto a "relic of the Clone Wars", condemned to a forsaken Outer Rim where they chase down pirates and try to catch the smoke that is the Rebel Alliance. He wants to be Captain of an Imperial class Star Destroyer, then work his way up to Admiral and perhaps beyond. This attitude has led to him building bugger all rapport with the crew of the Warspite, who see him as a snotty nosed kid that'll soon be promoted off their ship. At least...until the Battle of Endor.

So essentially, a deeply flawed character with a lot of room for growth. Should be fun to figure out his arc!

First I presume this is a Legends story (I hate Disney Star Wars).

Secondly, I have a host of ideas for you. You can use them as you please (my gift).

Claudius Panteer would command a Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser. (It was used extensively by Republic militias and human fleets during the Clone Wars) It's an older model that was used to patrol Outer Rim areas of little value.
His heavy cruiser would carry a complement of about 20 Z-95 Headhunter starfighters, a variant of the Z-95 used by clone pilots in the Clone Wars and replaced with the TIE after the Empire was declared. The perfect starfighter for a 3rd class heavy cruiser patrolling a Outer Rim system; fast enough to catch pirates, enough firepower to destroy them.

After Endor, the Empire starts to fragment, with Moffs and officers becoming warlords. Here's the twist for Claudius though, he rescues one of the Emperor's Hands after Endor, who takes command of the Warspite. Her name is Aralina Silk. (Potential Love interest?!?)

That's all for now. I'll have more tomorrow morning, after I've had my morning cup of Earl Grey! Hope this above helps!

-Black Dragon

 

[Lord Sovereign]

First I presume this is a Legends story (I hate Disney Star Wars).

Pretty much. Granted, I might play a bit fast and loose with the canon, but Lucas and Disney get away with it so eh.

Claudius Panteer would command a Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser. (It was used extensively by Republic militias and human fleets during the Clone Wars) It's an older model that was used to patrol Outer Rim areas of little value.
His heavy cruiser would carry a complement of about 20 Z-95 Headhunter starfighters, a variant of the Z-95 used by clone pilots in the Clone Wars and replaced with the TIE after the Empire was declared. The perfect starfighter for a 3rd class heavy cruiser patrolling a Outer Rim system; fast enough to catch pirates, enough firepower to destroy them.

After Endor, the Empire starts to fragment, with Moffs and officers becoming warlords. Here's the twist for Claudius though, he rescues one of the Emperor's Hands after Endor, who takes command of the Warspite. Her name is Aralina Silk. (Potential Love interest?!?)

That's all for now. I'll have more tomorrow morning, after I've had my morning cup of Earl Grey! Hope this above helps!

-Black Dragon

Thank you very much. However, I did have some different ideas.

Claudius is a junior officer aboard the ISD Warspite, a refitted Venator class Star Destroyer and veteran of the Clone Wars. At Endor, the entire command crew is killed and he is left the highest ranking officer aboard, which makes him acting-captain (much to the despair of his crew). Thereafter, he's just trying to get back to the larger Imperial Navy Anchorages in the Core, whilst simultaneously trying to establish a working relationship with the crew and evading rampaging Rebel fleets. This situation is made all the harder when he bumps into isolated and lost Imperial Navy elements, which leads to his gaining a small fleet but also butting heads with other captains.

All in all, Claudius has a whole load of shit on his plate if he wants to simply survive. If he wants to actually live, to finally move on from Alderaan, he's got even more to do.

Whilst he doesn't find an Emperor's Hand, he does find an Inquisitor. Although a darksider, this chap would firmly believe in the ideals of the New Order and does have some honour about him. He'd be inspired by a character called "the Operative" from a film called Serenity. For those not in the know, this man is terrifying.

 

[BlackDragon98]

Thank you very much. However, I did have some different ideas.

You're welcome.

Claudius is a junior officer aboard the ISD Warspite, a refitted Venator class Star Destroyer and veteran of the Clone Wars. At Endor, the entire command crew is killed and he is left the highest ranking officer aboard, which makes him acting-captain (much to the despair of his crew).

I don't think that really possible because if the whole command crew were killed that means the entire bridge got annihilated a la Executor. Though maybe . . . Hmmm. . . maybe he was taking a leak when the B-wing crashed into the bridge.

Thereafter, he's just trying to get back to the larger Imperial Navy Anchorages in the Core, whilst simultaneously trying to establish a working relationship with the crew and evading rampaging Rebel fleets. This situation is made all the harder when he bumps into isolated and lost Imperial Navy elements, which leads to his gaining a small fleet but also butting heads with other captains.

An Immobilizer 418 or an Enforcer class would be a good asset for taking out smaller Rebel fleets.
The Dreadnaught class I mentioned earlier would be the most common Imperial Navy vessel in low importance sectors, and they would probably carry Z-95s.
Vindicator class heavy cruisers would probably be common as well (they superceded the Dreadnaught class)
Throw in a Ton Falk escort carrier, and a few Vigil class corvettes and Captain Claudius has a little fleet.

All in all, Claudius has a whole load of shit on his plate if he wants to simply survive. If he wants to actually live, to finally move on from Alderaan, he's got even more to do.

Whilst he doesn't find an Emperor's Hand, he does find an Inquisitor. Although a darksider, this chap would firmly believe in the ideals of the New Order and does have some honour about him. He'd be inspired by a character called "the Operative" from a film called Serenity. For those not in the know, this man is terrifying.

Just one thing to note, I think using a K instead of C make the name seem more Star Waresque.
Klaudius instead of Claudius that is.

 

[Lord Sovereign]

I don't think that really possible because if the whole command crew were killed that means the entire bridge got annihilated a la Executor. Though maybe . . . Hmmm. . . maybe he was taking a leak when the B-wing crashed into the bridge.

Warspite's bridge got broadsided by an MC80 star cruiser, a little after a chunk of another unfortunate warship bisected one of her shield generators. Thus her bridge wasn't entirely annihilated, and was intact enough to be repaired later.

Now, Claudius is an officer but a young one (he's a twenty-two year old lieutenant, who'd only been in the Imperial Naval Academy for a year when Alderaan got flattened). He was likely in another part of the ship, overseeing a gun battery or something of that variety, when Captain Solan and his officers were killed.

An Immobilizer 418 or an Enforcer class would be a good asset for taking out smaller Rebel fleets.
The Dreadnaught class I mentioned earlier would be the most common Imperial Navy vessel in low importance sectors, and they would probably carry Z-95s.
Vindicator class heavy cruisers would probably be common as well (they superceded the Dreadnaught class)
Throw in a Ton Falk escort carrier, and a few Vigil class corvettes and Captain Claudius has a little fleet.

It's more of a case of "who they bump into." Scattered elements of other Imperial fleets are among them, namely in the form of some Raider Corvettes and an Interdictor. There's also a lone Arquitens patrolling a backwater system, a shiny new Gladiator class Star Destroyer that escaped its dockyards with a skeleton crew, and even a full blown Imperial II star destroyer (ISD Persecutor), the personal ship of a fleeing Moff. All in all, it is quite a rag tag fleet with plenty of room for disagreement among its officers.

Just one thing to note, I think using a K instead of C make the name seem more Star Waresque.
Klaudius instead of Claudius that is.

I'll keep that in mind. However, the "K" is a bit Germanic, and Alderaan seems to veer more towards classical latin and greek (as the jewel in the crown of the Republic) in its naming.

 

[Aaron Fox]

The biggest problem that I've had with Legends is that it was mostly made up of what is an authorial oneupmanship contest that most authors after Zahn had with each other. Disney is far too much into 'reality ensues' and not making a coherent story out of it (but to be honest, I've constantly stated my piece on the matter of that dumpster fire).

 

[DarthOne]

The biggest problem that I've had with Legends is that it was mostly made up of what is an authorial oneupmanship contest that most authors after Zahn had with each other. Disney is far too much into 'reality ensues' and not making a coherent story out of it (but to be honest, I've constantly stated my piece on the matter of that dumpster fire).

And what, pray tell, would you do instead?