Mid-Range Game 61: Shadows and Dust

[Mat]

14 minutes ago, Ookla the Debonair said:

As for reasons I'm village:

• Did people even have reasons why I'm evil?
• I've been defended by like two people and everyone else has been like "nah kill silhouette"
  • Bookwyrm and Wiz aren't e/e with me cause I'm village
• My vote on Fifth was intended to:
  • Apply pressure
    • I wanted to see Fifth's reaction
    • Also see if another train started
      • Wait another train did start....
  • And be ironic
    • Cause everyone else voted with like minimal reasoning and I thought it would be funny if I did the same
    • Also I like being ironic
      • And everytime I'm ironic people take it at face value
        • But being ironic and saying "I'm being ironic" is like explaining a joke. It just doesn't work

• I thought you seemed uncharacteristically disengaged (which tbf could just as easily be NAI as it is e!indicative) but also that your voting history wasn’t very good and the reasons you gave I legitimately couldn’t make sense of.
• I mean, yes, but also the way that other trains still are hanging around makes me want to not take this point at face value. If you had become a runaway train, maybe, but you didn’t. xino and Fifth stayed semi in contention.
  • From our PoVs, this is an invalid point :P. But I think I would be surprised if you three were all evil. That’d be far too convenient.
• (Nothing to say here but I won’t break your formula)
  • Sure, but he already had a fair bit :P.
    • Similar to him already having pressure, he’d already reacted to votes, hadn’t he? Like, if that was your plan, I could have told you that piling onto the train would only accrue suspicion.
    • This one’s valid ig
      • Do you think that’s indicative of e!Fifth?
  • I mean I guess but yeah we definitely all took it at face value

Ok I broke your formula but that’s all I have to say

I guess my biggest problem with this train is that, like, you dug your own grave. Which is just bad elim play and I… don’t think you’d do bad elim play tbh. I think the justification at its core comes down to your opportunistic and bandwagony votes and what I felt was unexplained reasons, until now, but now is also sorta too late yknow. 

Idk how close xino is but guess what I didn’t reread so I feel equally eh about going there and staying here

So here I stay, would rather leave as little room for manip as possible.

[Shining Silhouette]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Tall said:

• I thought you seemed uncharacteristically disengaged (which tbf could just as easily be NAI as it is e!indicative) but also that your voting history wasn’t very good and the reasons you gave I legitimately couldn’t make sense of.
• I mean, yes, but also the way that other trains still are hanging around makes me want to not take this point at face value. If you had become a runaway train, maybe, but you didn’t. xino and Fifth stayed semi in contention.
  • From our PoVs, this is an invalid point :P. But I think I would be surprised if you three were all evil. That’d be far too convenient.
• (Nothing to say here but I won’t break your formula)
  • Sure, but he already had a fair bit :P.
    • Similar to him already having pressure, he’d already reacted to votes, hadn’t he? Like, if that was your plan, I could have told you that piling onto the train would only accrue suspicion.
    • This one’s valid ig
      • Do you think that’s indicative of e!Fifth?
  • I mean I guess but yeah we definitely all took it at face value

Ok I broke your formula but that’s all I have to say

I guess my biggest problem with this train is that, like, you dug your own grave. Which is just bad elim play and I… don’t think you’d do bad elim play tbh. I think the justification at its core comes down to your opportunistic and bandwagony votes and what I felt was unexplained reasons, until now, but now is also sorta too late yknow. 

Idk how close xino is but guess what I didn’t reread so I feel equally eh about going there and staying here

So here I stay, would rather leave as little room for manip as possible.

Aw man

Thanks for replying though

If I do lurk know that I'll be judging you a little less than the other people who showed up but didn't say anything

Oh Devo's here! Would you like to save me today? Fifth, what about you?

[Fifth Scholar]

Tried to read through this cycle one last time and did not make it through, but I find Bookwyrm’s consistent defence of Shining interesting (he was doing this at the beginning of the cycle when Mat and Fadran were on him as well), and don’t think it reflects well on him whether Shining turns up evil or good. It looks either like defence of a teammate or an attempted pocket. Paradoxically (?) I am also still unhappy with Fadran  Given how much I’ve been hopping around, though, I think I will stay on Shining mostly so we get resolution on him and his voting patterns. (Jedi/Apprentice people please use Force Push or something on Xino so he can stop being a black hole of discussion as well.) Shining, while I understand you are frustrated if you are village, are there any last minute thoughts you have for us, assuming you are killed? That may be more helpful than pleading for your life at this point. (Xino can answer this as well in case he’s killed with manip.) 

[Shining Silhouette]

Just now, Fifth Scholar said:

Shining, while I understand you are frustrated if you are village, are there any last minute thoughts you have for us, assuming you are killed? That may be more helpful than pleading for your life at this point. (Xino can answer this as well in case he’s killed with manip.) 

I like Wizard's thought a lot more than Bookwyrms. Though I also feel like Bookwyrm is genuinely trying to understand why the heck all these votes came out of nowhere.

As for the village, you got this. Trust in yourself. And if something doesn't make sense, then check up on it. I believe in you. I'll be cheering you on, not judging you from the lurking corner. 

Analyse and be present.

And my irony does not equal elim behavior

[Devotary of Spontaneity]

28 minutes ago, Ookla the Debonair said:

Edit: I mean like at least explain why you're voting me

Mostly because you don't seem to care who dies + casually reading people village, which is more common in elims who know everyone involved is village. Can't actually be sure that Fifth and Xino are village though, so this isn't a clear reflection on your alignment. Something weird is going on with Fadran and Xino but I'm not sure it's elim-indicative.

[Kasimir]

Ok hi I'm back this cycle's over thank you no more

Thank you @Wyrmhero your pinch-hitting GM services not needed thank the gods this has been a Night I am ready to deliver rollover.

[Wyrmhero]

6 minutes ago, Kasimir said:

Ok hi I'm back this cycle's over thank you no more

Thank you @Wyrmhero your pinch-hitting GM services not needed thank the gods this has been a Night I am ready to deliver rollover.

Everyone tell Kas to go to sleep, and also show your appreciation for him.

[Kasimir]

1 minute ago, Wyrmhero said:

Everyone tell Kas to go to sleep, and also show your appreciation for him.

Did you-

Did you just-

Bro it's fine I got this I swear .__.

Ilu too .__.

[Kasimir]

Cycle Three: I Don't Think So

In the break room of the spaceport, Nodice’d started a sabacc game. Rustled a battered deck of cards from his coat pocket (his lucky deck, if you asked him, though it was questionable how lucky it was given how patched Nodice’s coat really was, and the fact he’d been sleeping rough at the Drunk Side.) 

“Stakes?” asked Dacken Humtumb, as Nodice dealt the cards. “You in, Smarts?”

The technician shook his head. “You play,” he muttered. “I have a comms array to fix.” He retreated back to the comms room to work on the array, as Tantyck joined the game. Figured that man’d find his way to the spaceport somehow, Smarts thought, disgruntled. But at least the prospect of a sabacc game seemed to have taken some of the wariness out of Tantyck’s gaze.

Turtle’d said no to the game, backed away to begin repairs to a fuel port. Which left mostly just the three of them playing, along with Dash, another of Turtle’s colleagues.

“Republic Senate rules,” Dash’d suggested, hopefully, but Nodice’d placed a credit in the pot, and somehow Dacken’d added a bunch of scrapped circuits, so now they were playing Corellian Spike rules for an eclectic array of scorched parts and credits.

"So," Nodice asked, cautiously, after they’d settled into a rhythm of play, and were inspecting their cards. "What's been going on with comms? I've heard all sorts of things, half of which are too outlandish to believe."

Dacken sighed gustily. "Something's thoroughly blundered and beefed up the spaceport central communications array. I don't mean just a little short-circuit either, I mean it's properly slagged. Practically melted. Here, take a look," he held up a half-burned circuitboard. "I salvaged this from what was left of the comms, which is very different from stealing, because I'm reasonably sure nobody wanted it."

Dash snorted. “Tell that to the ‘port head, man,” he flicked a few credits, signalling his intention to raise the bet. “Truth to be told, we’ve had better days. Now the old Commerce Guild offices are shuttered, and we get spare parts maybe every five cycles or so, when someone from the Spacer’s Guild makes a supply run here. Nothing goes to waste in Dreshdae, if you can believe it, and I do mean nothing.”

Tantyck raised, confidently. “As I see it, only two truths matter: one, that these cultists hold ill intent towards this town; and two, they don't want—or don't need—to be subtle about it. My first bet would be on a gang swooper, of course, but not even they would choose to damage this establishment. Of course, that leaves just about everyone else here.”

“Really?” Dash asked, eyebrow raised. “‘Cause the way I see it, nobody in Dreshdae since the dust remembers wants to make trouble. It’s the offworlders that do, and we’ve gotten a whole bunch of them in the last couple of months.”

“Believe me,” Tantyck said, levelly. “It’s the ones you don’t keep an eye on that are real trouble.”

Dacken rattled the dice in his clenched fists. “Yes, well, if you ask me, which you of course absolutely did, it wasn’t the gizka. It would never be the gizka, bless their little hearts.”

“They get everywhere,” Dash grumbled.

“Yeah, but that’s because they do need a safe place to nest,” Dacken said. “Besides, it was totally slagged, and gizka don’t wield welding torches.”

Dash had to concede that.

“A thought occurs: a place such as this one usually has security footage, right? I've no doubt the likes of this world's security systems are primitive and rundown to my cosmopolitan eyes, yes, perhaps, but... Has anyone thought to check?”

Dash rolled his eyes. “Who do you think checked?” he wanted to know. “Utterly fried,” he muttered, disgusted. “We couldn’t even so much as get useful footage from it. Last back-ups were from last month, and we know the comms were working before that. I flipped Turtle for it, and he lost, so he gets to tell the head what happened. Unlucky bastard.”

“You fancy yourself lucky then, Dash?” Nodice drawled.

“Lucky enough for this,” Dash smirked, and then Dacken let fall the dice.

The symbols matched. 

“Guess it’s time for a new hand,” Dacken said, with an enigmatic smile.

Which was the point that a fairly large creature, and one far larger than a gizka crammed itself through the doors of the break room.

Dash was the first to see her; he blanched and let his hand fall. Cards sprayed across the surface of the battered break room table.

“Terentatek!” he blurted out. “Fierfek, that’s a kriffing terentatek!”

Dacken spun about and gawked. “What a lovely beastie,” he murmured, gazing at the mass of spikes and claws.

Tantyck yanked Dacken backwards. “I think this is the time we start running,” he said, calmly, assessing the bristling creature and deciding that she looked perfectly lethal and Tantyck, if anything, was a survivor. “I don’t think that did for our comms, though.”

“Yeah, no,” Nodice managed, tersely, attempting to scoop up his credits.

“Leave it!” Dash barked. “I’ll buy you a kriffing deck later, man, we have to go!” 

“This is my lucky deck,” Nodice protested. “Took it with me when we made the Kessel Run, I’m not leaving it behind!”

He lunged for his deck. That moment met the onrushing claws of the terentatek.

“AAAARGGHHHHHHH!” Nodice cried out as the terentatek’s claw swipe tore his chest cavity open. Blood spurted out onto the floor of the break room; Dacken stared at it, at the terentatek. 

The sort of thing you read about in tourist manuals about Korriban. Long extinct, bred to hunt Jedi by the ancient Sith. Some books said they weren’t extinct, merely slumbering, until a time the Darkness crept back into the galaxy.

Was this the time? Was this it?

She didn’t mean harm, he was certain. Or maybe she did. He didn’t know for sure.

Dash’d had enough. He dragged other two out the back door of the break room, shouldering it open by brute force. Tantyck, at least, wasn’t resisting, but Dacken seemed to have no real sense of self-preservation. “C’mon! There’s nothing we can do for him now. Someone’s got to raise the alarm, there’s a kriffing terentatek in the ‘port!”

 

 

Kalabel studied her handiwork. The door to the Drunk Side at least closed now, which was an improvement over however it’d gotten jammed, even if it slid shut with an unsatisfying whoCK rather than the satisfying whoosh that had been before.

“Thank you,” Sajhe was saying, as he handed her a credstick. “That’d set my mind at ease, at least, in these times.” 

Generous enough, and she thanked him as she pocketed it. She thought he knew what he was talking about. People getting all worked up about some sort of Sith cult in Dreshdae. She figured she’d seen everything, but that was new.

Maybe not as new as that red triangle thing she’d found, buried in the dust the other day. Part of her wanted to just go back home. It was like a puzzle-box, she figured. She hadn’t yet worked out how to open it. Thought she heard some sort of quiet whispering, but maybe she was just tired. Sometimes, she felt like Old Galtaran was taking her for granted.

Sure, he’d taken her in, said she showed real potential. Sometimes, she thought he was just glad of the extra pair of hands.

Sometimes, she thought to run. That was Seth’s sort of talk, dreaming of the dust of a thousand worlds beneath her feet. There was a whole wide galaxy out there, and sometimes, Kalabel felt like she was rotting away on Dreshdae, forgotten as she played apprentice to Galtaran’s technician.

Look where that’d gotten Seth though, sucking dirt after he ran his mouth off and someone shot him.

Kalabel shrugged, uneasily. She didn’t like the direction of her thoughts right now, so she thought about the red triangle thing again.

“Hey,” said Sajhe. “You alright?”

She blinked, dragged out of her thoughts, and nodded.

Over at the bar, a bunch of regulars were arguing again. Since people’d figured there were Sith in Dreshdae, or Sith cultists, everyone was jumpy. Sajhe’d banned blasters from his cantina, but that  didn’t stop people from being on edge. Kalabel didn’t like that, it made her nervous.

(“You kill me, and you’ll all be sorry,” Shil-Ou-Te’d said, mutinously.

“Oh yeah? You some kind of Jedi waiting to help us with those Sith?”

“Try me,” Shil-Ou-Te retorted.)

“You sure?”

She packed away her multi-tool and nodded, but a thought caught in her mind. “Those…cultists everyone talks about. Kos was saying. They’re looking for Jedi, right?”

Sajhe nodded, solemnly.

(“That’s ridiculous,” Kos snapped. “Next thing you know, young Saj’ there’s some kind of Jedi too.”)

“Why’re they hiding?” Kalabel wanted to know. “Why don’t they just reveal themselves and confront the Sith?” And sure, maybe Saj’ was just a bartender, but he’d always had stories about what he called the Wars, capitals included, that seemed to belong to times far darker than what old Barles talked about.

“Ah,” said Sajhe. “Well, between you and I, there’s a secret. Maybe it’s better that way. It’s the old sorrow, the old schism.” His gaze seemed to go distant.

(“Ain’t right, those eyes,” one of the mercs at the spaceport’d said, ages ago. Kalabel’d been running errands for Galtaran then, and she’d heard him, all clad in his Mandalorian battle armour.

“You think he’s young. But he’s got eyes like those who survived the Clone Wars.”

“Don’t be foolish, Skirata.”

“It jumps out at you sometimes, vod. There’s a world of pain in them. Suffering enough for an entire world.”)

“See, there were those who chose mastery. Those who chose to shape the world, exert their desires on it.” 

She deserved better, thought Kalabel. She did.

“And there were those who looked at the world, and thought it was beautiful, in all its misery and pain. And thought that to walk the path of desire, well, that was a chasing at the wind.”

“And?” She wasn’t sure where that obtuse talk was leading.

“And that the answer wasn’t to want,” said Sajhe. “The answer was to look at the universe, in all its misery, and all its darkness, and all its cravenness and suffering. And in doing so, to meet it with love. And maybe there are some who remember when the Jedi were best off not coming in glory as heroes or saviours. And maybe sometimes we don’t need Jedi, just the desire to love the broken places, to make things a little better. A little more tolerable.” 

He passed her a bowl of steaming stew. She wasn’t sure what was on the menu tonight.

“Eat. You look hungry. Galtaran working you to the bone again?”

“Saj’...” she hesitated. Didn’t know why it was so important for her to ask. “Is the Dark stronger, do you think?”

“‘Course it is,” said Sajhe, and she understood what the mercs’d meant about those troubled, troubled dark eyes. “The Dark is always stronger. Even stars burn out.”

Maybe that was why the Jedi didn’t fight. Why they hid.

 

 

Turtle was working on maintenance in the fuel line. There weren’t ships in the spaceport now, but the fuel lines had to be maintained all the same, and the last time this one’d seen service was probably millennia ago, during the Jedi Civil War.

He grunted as he twisted with his hydrospanner, and the recalcitrant screw finally creaked out. “That’ll teach you, you piece of scrap.”

The lights flickered.

Turtle swallowed. He was used to working alone, used to pretty much everything in the spaceport falling apart, no matter how much he and Dash worked on it, but something was giving him an overwhelmingly bad feeling about this.

The lights flickered again.

They went out.

Then, for a moment, Turtle thought the emergency lights cut on, because everything was washed in red, but there was a loud snap-hiss and a vibrating hum that he didn’t recognise, and oh, Sithspit, he knew what it was, a hooded figure looming in front of him.

He threw his hydrospanner, without thinking.

The hooded figure held out a gloved hand and the hydrospanner stopped, abruptly. Swept out the fist to the side.

He heard the shriek of crumpling metal, the clang! of the hydrospanner bouncing off some other panel in the fuel line.

He was dead. This was it.

“Please,” Turtle begged, even though he knew it was useless. Sith were the sorts of things you told new workers at the ‘port about, things to laugh at, and sometimes, things that kept you awake at night.

For a moment, Turtle’s life flashed before his eyes, as the crimson lightsaber came down, leaving afterimages across his vision—

“I don’t think so,” said a calm, amused voice.

Turtle blinked. That wasn’t an afterimage. That was a deep purple lightsaber, the burning bright slash across his vision. Golden sparks showered where the blades met, cascading down on Turtle’s protective suit, but all things considered, Turtle thought that vivid electric-purple blade the exact hue of the bruised shadows of a Hurrikaine nightfall might’ve been the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his entire kriffing life.

And it was the one thing standing between him and the Dark Jedi out to kill him.

“Jedi,” hissed the hooded and masked attacker, hatred in his voice. Scarlet lightning coruscated along the length of his lightsaber, but nothing seemed to cause Turtle’s defender to falter.

“Run along now,” Turtle’s defender said, quietly. Hooded as well, so Turtle couldn’t make out his features. “This one is not your prey, this day.” He parried a sideways cut with contemptuous ease. “There are always more of us, Reborn. Think on that, would you?”

With a final, frustrated snarl, the Reborn let out a blue burst of lightning. Turtle squeezed his eyes shut against the blinding flare, reflexively. When he opened his eyes, the room was empty—his defender had switched off his lightsaber and was walking away.

“Wait, who are you?” Turtle yelled, after him.

“A Jedi,” came the reply, as the figure vanished into the shadows from which he had come. “What else would I be? Do try to stay alive this time, would you?”

Crumpled to the floor, Turtle just enjoyed being alive.

He took a deep breath, and let it out again, aware of the sense of undeserved grace, that something greater than himself was watching over him, had favoured him this day.

“Stang,” Turtle whispered. “Stang it, I’m alive!”

He laughed, even though it was shaky. “Take that, cultists! I’m alive!”

 

 

“I’m telling you,” muttered Hamartano, mulishly. “These sectoral patrols are a mistake. We want to put a BLASTER BOLT right through those Sith wannabes, eh? Solve the problem right there.”

The engine on his swoop bike hummed reassuringly. Hamartano wanted to gun it, but Barles and Vash were watching, and the last thing Hamartano wanted was another boring lecture. Sure, they’d fought in a couple of wars, and Vash saw off wild tuk’ata packs each season on her farm, but you’d figure that Dicaeo did the same, and Dicaeo was about as dead as a Triton moon, eh? Didn’t know how to have a bit of fun, and Hamartano’d no doubt if you sat Dicaeo on a swoop and gunned it, the guy’d scream and faint dead away.

And wasn’t that the best feeling, the acceleration thrill kicking in when you pointed your swoop right towards the Xelric Draw and gunned it, waiting for the boost to kick in when you hopped the gap, knowing if you screwed up, it was just you on the desert floor, awaiting death.

There was something powerful about it, something primal, knowing everything on Korriban wanted you dead, knowing every day you walked was a day you spat in the eye of the world and smiled and walked on with that cocky swagger.

Everything killed on Korriban. Sith stuff, they said. Hamartano figured they were dead stuff, mostly. Targets. Put a blaster through it, anything died.

“Impatient Statement: The mouthy meatbag is correct,” said the rustbucket, and Hamartano was really beginning to wonder why they’d even brought it along. They were kicking rocks, they didn’t need another rustbucket, much less to get it on a swoop. “There are no threats in this area. There are far better problems to kill with my time. Such as gizka.”

“No,” Barles said, for the tenth time. Hamartano was beginning to agree with the rustbucket. At least they’d just one last corner of the sector to cover, before the old man would let them get back to actually doing things, rather than just checking emitters they knew were working anyway. “Listen, sonny. You want to do something, you’ve got to do it right. Impatience, cutting corners…you’re young, you want it all done now. And you, droid. The only reason you’re here is Saj’ vouched for you, got it?”

“Resentful Utterance: Yes, Aged Meatbag. But I do not have to like it.”

It was Vash who spotted the first signs of trouble, and that cut all thoughts of protest clean out of Hamartano’s head.

Being a homesteader on Korriban was risky. The settlement, at least, was protected by a ring of sonic emitters, which let out waves of sound outside of the range of most near-human species, meant to keep the shyrack and the tuk’ata at bay. This made Dreshdae somewhat safer, though the emitters had to be checked and maintained regularly. It was technology used on rough worlds, like in the shadowlands of Kashyyyk.

Barles’d insisted on checking the emitters. Hamartano thought the man was high on spice. But the comms sabotage’d unsettled him. And maybe Barles knew a bit of what he was doing, because there was a pack of wild tuk’ata savaging a body at the last emitter.

Hamartano took one look at them, and winced as the tuk’ata turned from their latest chewtoy. One of them looked over at them and howled.

“Sithspit,” Vash cursed. “Go, go, go!”

Now they gunned the swoops, even with the rustbucket protesting. There was the whine of blaster fire as that thing fired anyway, despite the fact they were retreating. Maybe some of them hit, Hamartano didn’t know.

He wasn’t a fool, and the fact that the sonic emitters had been sabotaged didn’t bode well. It meant that Dreshdae was now open to attack from tuk’ata and shyrack.

 

 

Ventyl / Ibonek naw-Ibo was discovered on the boundaries of Dreshdae, torn apart by wild tuk'ata! (Stay active, folks!) He was a Settler!

Xino / Nodice was executed! He was an unlucky Settler!

Turtle / Turtle was attacked and survived!

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Xino (5): JNV, Hael, Wiz, Silho
Silho (4): Mat, Devo, Xino, Drake, Fifth
Fifth (1): Bookwyrm

The cycle has begun and will end on Saturday, 3rd December 2022 at 0100hrs SGT (GMT+8)! Please be reminded that PMs are closed. 

[Kasimir]

Rule Clarifications:

Spoiler

• Multiple vote manips and multiple redirects on the same target both have the same net effect: they cancel out.
• Anything redirected to an illegal target (the obvious case has to do with protects) will fail. 
• Roleblocked players will be informed they were roleblocked.
• Redirected players will be informed they were redirected, e.g. "You successfully protected Gamma!" when Kas had sent in orders to protect Wyrm.
• In the case of multiple unanswered redirects, e.g. Kas redirects Wyrm who was redirecting Ren who was redirecting Gamma, I will RNG for their order, and then apply them in the following order.
• If you are redirected to yourself, and you are using a redirect, you will be told your action failed.
• Jedi Knights are not included in the Apprentice Doc.
• PMs are closed. Players cannot open PMs with other players for the duration of this game.
• The Apprentice Doc will be pseudonymous: players will be encouraged to stick with an identifier and colour, but not required to use a real player name or RP name.
• Duel challenges are refunded if the player is dead at the point the challenge is issued (challenges are last on OoA.)
• There are no restrictions on Force powers beyond what is written in the rules for that particular Force power, and the action limit. Thus, both Jedi can use Force powers if they do not recruit. The same is true of the Reborn.
• Force Dominate does not require the target to have voted.
• A Desann Reborn using Force Drain can indeed be redirected onto themselves, effectively draining themselves to death. You can thank the Stack for this.

Player List:

Spoiler

1. @JNV - Jev, a low end smuggler with multiple secret identities
2. @Ashbringer - Kalabel, a young droid technician who found an absolutely innocent red triangle thingy
3. The Unknown Novel - Krisbaan, a bounty hunter with a capital P Past - Settler
4. @Matrim's Dice - Smarts the droid technician, who is protecting you from his real name
5. @Devotary of Spontaneity - Tania! the Terentatek, awoken from dormancy and ready to feast on Force-sensitives
6. Xino - Nodice the unlucky spacer, who absolutely never cheats and has no gambling problem, you are the problem - Settler
7. @DrakeMarshall - Dr. Dacken Humtumb, the gizka preservationist
8. @Haelbarde - HK-47, your friendly neighbourhood non-organic gizka exterminator
9. @The Wandering Wizard - Lib Wubum, Gungan bounty hunter, trailing Jede Ratrit
10. @The Bookwyrm - Myhar Impay, ecologist who would like to leave to study a more exotic planet, but feels indebted
11. @Fifth Scholar - Martano Hamartano, an aspiring marksman and swoop ganger
12. Ventyl - Ibonek Naw-ibo, a dude in the wrong place, who totally does not have a Shardblade - Settler
13. @Shining Silhouette
14. Szeth_Pancakes - Seth - Settler
15. @Madagascar - Moff, deadbeat Jedi dropout
16. @Channelknight Fadran - K.D. Tantyck, defected Imperial officer
17. @ookla the POKE VOTE - Turtle the spaceport mechanic
18. @Alvron - Nees Bac, Jawa scavenger stranded on Korriban by Imperial forces

 

Edited November 30, 2022 by Kasimir

[Mat]

...Ok then

Someone wanted xino dead. Or Shining alive. Anything you have to say for yourself, @Ookla the Debonair? >> The problem here is that there's no way to tell who manipped (Jedi vs Sith) unless you're a Jedi or a Sith and the two have very different implications. And I doubt the manipper will reveal themselves either way :P.

I suppose I really should reread this turn huh. And RP more. But for now I'll restrain myself from snapvoting Shining and go back to my schoolwork.

[Turtle]

noooooo who healed me we literally have no pinch hitters but i dont have the mental capacity to play this game ._.

[Shining Silhouette]

27 minutes ago, Ookla the Tall said:

...Ok then

Someone wanted xino dead. Or Shining alive. Anything you have to say for yourself, @Ookla the Debonair? >> The problem here is that there's no way to tell who manipped (Jedi vs Sith) unless you're a Jedi or a Sith and the two have very different implications. And I doubt the manipper will reveal themselves either way :P.

I suppose I really should reread this turn huh. And RP more. But for now I'll restrain myself from snapvoting Shining and go back to my schoolwork.

Bro I was so ready to go say some funny things in the dead doc I was so prepared

@Ookla the Forgotten may you rest in peace

[Devotary of Spontaneity]

8 minutes ago, Ookla the Tall said:

The problem here is that there's no way to tell who manipped (Jedi vs Sith) unless you're a Jedi or a Sith and the two have very different implications.

Jedi likely wouldn't do it unless they were extremely sure while a Sith would benefit from doing it regardless of Silho's alignment. One Jedi/apprentice sent in a protect, but that's not enough to be sure that another one didn't do the vote manip. That also means we can't make any solid conclusions about Turtle's role/alignment, though villager is still likely.

Tania's eyes nictitated. She'd been approaching the prey species surrounding the rock when suddenly there'd been a current, not swirling and diffuse but directed right at one with a ragged covering, strong enough to be its source. She swung a claw experimentally and instead of pulling out a glowing stick to defend itself or dodging with the speed most prey were capable of, it simply came apart in a splatter of blood. The current stopped abruptly so perhaps it had been the source but was simply insufficient to help her. 

Tania! didn't have time to consider for shortly after the remaining prey fled the cave, she began to hear high-pitched wailing sounds, almost completely surrounding her. This wasn't something she could fight with claws or teeth or tusks, and approaching that awful keening was unbearable. She fled the cave far faster than she'd entered it and kept running back to the mountains until the sound faded away.

[Shining Silhouette]

OOH I didn't say thank you

Thank you @Ookla the Person that Saved Me

Also yeah I'll find someone to actually vote this cycle

[DrakeMarshall]

@Kasimir we appreciate u very much, go to sleep

@Ookla the Debonair hi why aren't u dead

Spoiler

 

[Kasimir]

3 minutes ago, DrakeMarshall said:

@Kasimir we appreciate u very much, go to sleep

bro

my convnet is on Epoch 48

if i close it & go sleep u just know colab is gonna stop & waste all my effort

i don't have a choice i gotta run it :sob:

Rule Clarification:

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• It is indeed the case that Jedi could, theoretically, make a target unkillable by alternating protects. This would not protect against the execution or the duel.

 

Edited November 30, 2022 by Kasimir

[DrakeMarshall]

4 minutes ago, Kasimir said:

bro

my convnet is on Epoch 48

if i close it & go sleep u just know colab is gonna stop & waste all my effort

bro

this hurts

i swear to Force colab is actually just built to troll everyone

unlike google docs, it basically doesn't support simultaneous editing from different people

and sometimes it just

*decides*

to stop running and kick you off

and this is also equally true of colab pro

/rant

[Shining Silhouette]

17 minutes ago, DrakeMarshall said:

hi why aren't u dead

That's what I'm sayin'

[Kasimir]

4 minutes ago, DrakeMarshall said:

and this is also equally true of colab pro

bloody hell thanks for warning me

my prof was suggesting we go colab pro too

no freakin' thanks 

i am getting grey hair just sitting here watching it slowly process each epoch and unable to sleep

it's hell i tell you

im half-tempted to offer my analysis services to the highest bidder im that bored

oh wait

crap

there's world cup

i totally forgot in the rollover and convnet mess good force

BAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

[Channelknight Fadran]

NoOoOoOoOooooooooooooooooooooooo

:(

Silhouette (vote subject to change)

[DrakeMarshall]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Debonair said:

That's what I'm sayin'

41 minutes ago, Ookla the Debonair said:

Bro I was so ready to go say some funny things in the dead doc I was so prepared

@Ookla the Forgotten may you rest in peace

well

On the bright side, you can say funny things in the thread now

if u have nothing funny to share with the class then obviously the things u were going to say in the dead doc were jokes about u being evil!!! this is a joke

[Shining Silhouette]

26 minutes ago, DrakeMarshall said:

well

On the bright side, you can say funny things in the thread now

if u have nothing funny to share with the class then obviously the things u were going to say in the dead doc were jokes about u being evil!!! this is a joke

I was going to lurk in the thread and then comment on who was showing and who wasn't and make it really dramatic

Was lowkey excited

[DrakeMarshall]

Well, I am partial to absurdly long dead docs, so good on ya

...please don't take this the wrong way, but is there any reason we shouldn't just try killing you again?

[The Wandering Wizard]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Debonair said:

That's what I'm sayin'

That is also my question. 

Manip could be Jedi or Sith, or apprentice. 

I'll focus on the three sith manip possibilities

Number one:

There is a sith on the Xino train and they wanted to save Shining. 

Points to one of <JNV, Hael, Wiz, Shining> as evil. I wouldn't discount shining as he could have saved himself and the prasing whoever saved him as fake. But I'm not certain

Number two:

There is a sith on the Silho train and wanted to throw shade on Shining. 

Points to one of <Mat, Devo, Drake, Fifth> as evil. 

Number three: 

There is a sith that voted someone else or didn't vote and wanted to create confusion by killing Xino.

Points to one of <Bookwyrm, Madagascar, Fadran, Turtle, Alv>

Great, just great. My paranoia has sused everyone once again. >>

And I just realized that there would be three other sith, likely only one that can manip if the other puts in the kill.

What I'm getting from this is that Shining is either a sith and was saved because he is evil, or he's a villager set up as a ML/LHF. 

Don't know if I want to bite yet, though at the same time, killing Shining would provide clarity.

 

Not certain anymore on V!Shining. I'll abstain from voting for now, though I'll likely vote at some point.