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Stormtrooper 10/03/2019 (Thu) 02:15:58 No.42
What is this? The fourth of these threads I've made?
Here's for hoping it'll be one of the last, eh anons?
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>>4153 Yey
HOLY SHIT FIX THE FUCKING CSS YOU LAZY CUNT
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>>4155 I'm not the bordo or a janny and have no clue what's wrong. Everything's cool on my end
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Drebmaster writings. Part 1: The Phobis devices, what are they and where did they go? Cassus Dreypa, firstborn son of Remulus Dreypa, rose to prominence in the ensuing decades following the Ajunta Pall-Sorzus Syn Civil War after taking a mind opening ride on the crazy train and developing a bad case of hyper-rapture. The senior Dreypa would leave the Caldera around the same time as Ajunta Pall and Sorzus Syn’s grudge match erupted, with the expedition’s objective being finding a path back to Republic space and kicking ass, at least in the EU proper. This might sound retarded to you for a variety of reasons. >”Didn’t the Dark Jedi get their shit pushed in when they had a giant army and a bunch of mutated monsters? Why would you attack them when you have a fraction of even less forces than you did before? Is Dreypa smoking crack?” Yeah, probably. A host of exterior motives can be plastered onto the expedition and it’s leader, maybe they just wanted to find a route back to Republic space for the future when they’re ready to toss a pot of piping hot bowl of jambalaya on the Jedi? Maybe kissai pussy makes you go insane? Maybe Dreypa senior saw the writing on the wall between Syn and Pall and realized they wouldn’t just hatefuck and move on but instead would open up a can of woop ass on eachother, and to avoid getting caught in the middle of it, (thus endangering his family who’d be used as leverage by either side to force him to take a side) he packs up his shit and leaves on a supposed holy crusade of vengeance, removing himself from the equation (and rendering any actions against his family implausible because it’s hard to blackmail someone out of communications distance) while offering a chance to any other Sith in the same situation as him. If Dreypa senior leaves, his family is protected due to the fact that he himself is no longer even on the chess board. But hey, that’s just a theory, maybe he DID just get sick of cold, sandy Korriban, unbearably warm Rhelg, or frigid Ziost, and instead decided to go crash land on Kesh or wherever the fuck he ended up. Now about Cassus Dreypa. Cassus Dreypa, born of the gross interspecies bed squeaking of Baron Admiral Dreypa and the kissai priest that he mentioned to Sorzus Syn in the Book of Sith about getting it on with. Raised by his mother and her priestly companions, amerimutt Dreypa junior would grow into a proper Sith halfbreed, luv me tombs, luv me alchemy, luv me sorcery, ‘ate protosabers (not luddite jus don’ like ‘em) and a fascination with the pretty stars and the chilling void that lurks between them. A little baby by the time of his father’s departure and the first Sith civil war, baby Dreypa grew up during XoXaan’s reign as Dark Lady of the Sith (Remember, Dreypa senior dabbed on his rival Karness Muur, or at least Muur was assassinated by “somebody” before Dreypa’s departure, and Ajunta Pall and Sorzus Syn were busy murdering eachother. Of the 5 dark jedi bosses that leaves only 1 left, XoXaan) which all things considered was just what the Sith needed. Dreypa senior’s plan to go fuck the Republic up and come back after the dust had settled back home didn’t quite work out as planned, which may have been for the best as that’d mean power would be split between two Lords of the Sith again. Luckily that didn’t happen, and totally won’t happen again. XoXaan’s described as the greatest healer the Sith ever knew, and that’s a nice departure from the usual lightsaber berserker or sithspawn diddler, and it meshes well with the post-Ajunta Pall Sith Empire needing a break after ripping itself apart. XoXaan healed the Sith Empire and filled its cracks, the Eradicator Cult established by Sorzus Syn had to be placated or else they were likely to roll the dice on a second civil war, so our mummy mime mommy soothed their autism momentarily by channeling their passion into healthier projects like checking up on nearby Sith colonies such as Malachor or Vjun (the latter would become a home of their cult and remain so till Marka Ragnos slapped it with his dick) and to develop them into industrial, martial, or cultural powerhouses. She could really care less as long as they weren’t screeching about how “Remulus Dreypa was right and that they totally could win an arm wrestling competition with the Republic right now, fuck XoXaan Force wars now” and other quirky things the mentally ill repeat ad nauseam. XoXaan’s reign would also be marked by the Jiaasjen, the “Integrating of the Shadow,” the phase in Sith history where the fusion of Sith and Dark Jedi culture, technology, and genetics went from an interesting idea to talk about around the dinner table to a rapidly developing reality. Any Sith who had their doubts about the Dark Jedi’s abilities or techniques had them erased by the bloody civil war, and any overinflated Dark Jedi egos got bloodied by Massassi-shaped bricks. This basically means that Dark Jedi went from laughing at silly Sith toys like glass daggers and boomerang swords to asking zuguruk to forge right-handed lanvaroks and conversely massassi went from crying about how swords are cool because they get blood everywhere to politely asking for their own ded killy glowsticks.
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>>4157 Sixteen years had passed during what at the time was considered a golden age in Sith cultural development, the remaining Dark Jedi rapidly integrated into Sith society at large while also leaving their own mark in philosophy and technology. It’s around this time (6884 BBY roughly) that Cassus Dreypa decides to figure out where ol’ daddy dearest ran off to all that time ago. XoXaan herself was more than happy to fund such an expedition, she was well aware of the Republic’s inability to find the Stygian Caldera let alone enter it, and with Cassus Dreypa being the sole remaining Sith with a strong claim (through his father) to the throne her bandage-wrapped ass was occupying, sending the potential upstart bookworm off into the void to die like his father did? To her it was a win win, and she nearly got her wish. Cassus fell prey to one of the Stygian Caldera’s natural astronomical hazards, a dangerous hyperspace jump into a shield-disabling nebula led to a followup panic jump into a ringed star’s mass shadow. Emergency failsafes dropped their ship into a whirlwind of micro-meteors and less-micro meteors at breakneck speeds. It’s a miracle the particle shields lasted long enough to save the bridge from getting swiss cheesed up, less of a miracle that they dropped at the perfect moment for the ship’s reactor to take a gruesome hit and the entire engineering deck to become a tranny’s wetdream (get it, because they’re suicidal) and the hyperdrive to get by Yuri Boyka’s bicycle kick and get very fucked up. A power surge courtesy of the faulty reactor triggered an accidental hyperspace jump. Casualties exploded, courtesy of hyperspace’s intolerance for ships with their sun roofs opened, willingly or not. Cassus and the other survivors weren’t the lucky ones, those who suffered quick deaths at the hands of rough meteor loving, erotic asphyxiation in the vacuum, or a bukakke of tachyonic hypermatter all over their faces would be the lucky ones. Today’s episode of the Dreypa dynasty’s bizarre space adventures had a year long cruise through hyperspace, complete pockets of life support, hazardous gases, and breathtaking views in the form of missing chunks in the ship’s hull, oh yeah, plus the untinted windows courtesy of malfunctioning shutters. Cassus Dreypa enjoyed a year’s worth of hyper-rapture, the condition you develop after staring at the swirling vortex of hyperspace like a zonked out fluoride addict who’s been imbibing in too much tapwater. A year of epileptic flashing, seizures, agony, terror, and the inevitable insanity that accompanies those stimuli like dutiful bedfellows. Speaking of bedfellows, Cassus Dreypa wasn’t the only one who had enjoyed this trip. No, at first he couldn’t sense the presence, no, shadow, beyond the attention demanding sensations of starvation, agony, and that dull throbbing you get from staring at a computer screen too long. But as time went on and his tolerances grew, and he learned how to apply the kissai’s grade school lessons about channeling emotion into power to this hellhole, he finally felt it. There had been something else here before, on this very sojourn through hyperspace, long before he found himself trapped within it. The residual presence of what would’ve had to be a gargantuan (or blessed with gargantuan willpower to leave such a powerful psychic trail) creature became his obsession, this creature’s phantom pain was his sole companion in the hyperspace tunnel now. (Meat had stopped being on the menu a long time ago, and the bones of his companions were significantly less interesting company than the Angry Yeeter’s metal gear solid 5) It scared the shit out of him. At the same time, it was a blessing as it kicked his ass into gear and he decided his trip in hyperspace was finally done. One convoluted and suicidal journey later, (that’s so complicated I won’t bother explaining it to you, I mean, putting on an EVA suit and doing the equivalent of space rock climbing across the tattered remains of your ship’s hull as tachyonic air pressure attempts to rip you off of it as you claw your way from crippled hangar to crippled hangar only to find a shuttle missing a wing and the ability to pressurize it’s cabin yet still has a functional hyperdrive, then plundering every emergency supply cash to ensure you have enough vittles to make it back home.
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This is quickly turning into a short story so let’s summarize it with good ol meme arrows >Utilizing the baltimore crips’ shuttle to drop out of hyperspace, Dreypa goblino has a moment of respite in realspace >He decides to spend it meditating, stretching his awareness to tickle around star systems while hunting for the presence he felt in Hyperspace >Doesn’t find it but manages to brush against what could be more or less described as it snoring from the edge of the Galaxy > Calls it good and begins the lengthy journey back home, spending a year doing nerd shit like math, double checking his navigation systems to not have a second fucky wucky, and utilizing more or less “safe” (meaning traveled) routes used to patrol Sith space to get back into it >XoXaan’s not really ecstatic about his return, but could give less than two shits about him locking himself away in a shrine on Rhelg to draw star maps and consult with xenobiological experts about what he possibly could’ve felt >The Eradicator Cult catches wind of this and after hearing rumors about a “giant monster capable of surviving hyperspace and having the sentience and mental strength to leave an imprint of itself behind” and gets an anti-Jedi boner >Eradicators buddy up with Cassus Dreypa, who’d rather sit in the back and play with his trains like a good autist >XoXaan slowly comes to realize the merits of an organization of Sith where a single, powerful leader with absolute obedience from those below them is sort of cool >Hint hint >XoXaan sees the Eradicators supposedly teaming up with Cassus, they just promised him more thomas the tank engine posters >Is about to throw a thermonuclear bitch fit >Cassus Dreypa’s been busy drawing up the designs for what he calls the “Phobis Devices” >Eradicators ask him to help them take down XoXaan who’s rolling back her bandage sleeves and preparing to revoke their titles like it’s CK2 >He tells them to fuck off he’s got space squid phones to build >They tell him XoXaan’s gonna take away Thomas’ steam engine >Real shit >Wizard battle between a heal slut who keeps spamming self heals VS spergs in the cool SWTOR Sith acolyte masks and some guy with aspergers >Cassus and Co. are successful after drowning her in one of Vjun’s acid seas, getting pissed off when she crawls out of it, then sealing the remains in one of Dreypa senior’s (RIP) many oubliettes, then opening the remains in hyperspace, completely annihilating XoXaan >Cassus Dreypa ascends to the throne and doesn’t do anything with it. >Zuguruk fucking love him, his new ship designs (especially their hyperdrives) are genius >Kissai think his Phobis Device prototypes are interesting, good way to level up the willpower stat >Eradicators are hyped because they think he’s gonna help them attack the Republic >lolnope >Eradicators get pissy, try to double cross him >Most of them get eaten by sithspawn (usually their own creations) those guys got off easy in comparison to the ones that get captured >Woohoo new beta testers for the Phobis Devices! And that, dear readers, is where the Phobis Devices come from.
>>4159 Nigga, could you lay off the green arrow tldr's? We'll take your autism, but this makes things way too goofy.
>>4155 >>4156 He means the CSS is supposed to have a starry background and big yellow letters at the top. But that's not something that can be fixed since it looks like its a problem with theГунтretort since its not allowing anyone to upload a new css
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Hello my grotthu audience, I am your local Jen’ari Inc. Shill and I’m here to talk about our dark overlord’s latest product, the new iPhobis Devices! Our hyperspace enthusiast Dark Lord of the Sith Cassus Dreypa has been hard at work on our newest line of personal devices, and his halfbreed majesty has granted me the honor of describing them to you under pain of death or the opportunity to be the iPhobia’s next beta tester! >Versatile devices that allow you to test your or a loved one’s mental fortitude by, <forcing you to go toe-to-toe with your inner demons by using the essence of the Sith Dreypa Jr. trapped inside of it, who’ve been conditioned to spam Summon Fear on anyone that touches Phobis Device #1 <Enjoy a simulation of what a year in Hyperspace with barely any food, no shielding, and life support so thin you feel like you’re on the summit of Ziost’s tallest mountain. Oh, and you have to stare at the blue tachyonic torrent-like twists of Hyperspace for the entire duration of your stay. After you enjoy that, you’re blessed with the activation phrase needed to access the third Phobis Device: Cassus Dreypa’s holocron. A repository of information encompassing his life’s work, everything from the star maps he charted, the physics and schematics of his hyperdrive prototypes, musings on starship power plants and sensor arrays, and how to commune with the terror from beyond by having a chat with him inside of his slumbering mindscape. The first two are pleb filters while the third’s the Dante Must Die device that none but a certain group of six has managed to walk away from, not only does it teach you HOW to talk to the Angry Yeeter but it traps a portion of your mind within the holocron so you can be Cassus Dreypa’s playmate until he feels the rather distinctive imprint left behind after a conversation with Lotek’k. 9/10 traitorous eradicator cultists agree that “ymg' mgepah'legeth,” with the last one unfortunately committing suicide with a shikkar dagger before we could extract a response from him. Now one interesting note I just remembered was Tulak Hord’s interest in Sith Sorcery and artifacts, he wasn’t just a beast with a protosaber but also a bookworm too, in fact he not only devised a number of Sith magic rituals, he also created a plethora of artifacts that look an awful lot just like holocrons, but hey that could very well just be Bioware’s laziness rearing its cromagnon head, said artifacts when combined could be used to perform an Essence Transfer ritual with the same effect as Darth Andeddu’s, only Tulak Hord’s K-Mart brand ritual requires the usage of his artifacts opposed to the streamlined spell Andeddu developed. Point is, I doubt Tulak Hord wouldn’t collect the Phobis devices for his personal collection. There’s no preexisting lore about who’s possession they bounced around, implying nobody did anything notable with them, so I’ll move on to Marka Ragnos. It doesn’t matter how Marka acquired them, I’ve got a few ideas on how he used them. While Dreypa Jr intended for them to be used to help others commune with the entity he discovered, fact is they make remarkably good torture devices. You can create your own homegrown supply of batshit insane freaks who are constantly projecting powerful emotions of terror and despair for you to gorge yourself on, and if that isn’t enough for you, the devices also have the potential to forge a willpower monster capable of not only enduring but reveling in the power of terror, giving whoever mastered it the “And they shall know no fear” rule from 40k, plus they have a new wellspring of gut-wrenching memories to draw power from. It’s a shame nobody mastered them, not even Marka Ragnos himself, who subjected himself to the first two (inner demons and hyperspace voyage) but had the brainpower to not gamble with the notorious third one, instead reserving that honor for whoever pissed him off. His usage of the Phobis devices as torture machines was so prolific that not only did they decorate his throne room with them, (a sword of Damocles for his visitors) he also famously gave the last of his rivals a choice between impaling himself with a shikkar, (gutting yourself with the glass knife is an old Sith phrase analogous to the Russian phrase “Idi Nahui”) or enduring a session with all three Phobis devices. Said rival was kneeling before Marka with six inches of glass in his intestines faster than you could say shik’nwul. (Shik’nwul = the knife’s peace/peace from the knife, think of harakiri but without being the slightest bit honorable and a thousand percent shamefur, and any unfortunate descendants you do have will spit on your name and spend their lifetimes cleansing the shame you shackled to them) >Tl;dr don’t fuck with Marka Ragnos because killing yourself in the most painful way imaginable will be preferable to what he’ll do to you. The Phobis devices wouldn’t be claimed by Naga Sadow or Ludo Kressh, they were too busy trying to kill eachother or getting their asses kicked. The interim Dark Lord Shar Dakhan was too busy fighting a desperate last stand against the Republic while Tenebrae, fresh from hos ritual that turned prosperous Medriaas into Nathema, gathered up his followers, his fleet, and his toys (including the Phobis devices) and fucking off to the corner of Sith Space that everybody forgot about.
>>4166 I had to trim so much fat off that post just to make it fit in the character limit. That's enough for tonight, tomorrow we talk about dread and it's masters
>>4166 More? That was bretty good.
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>>4200 checked
https://hooktube.com/watch?v=heuveUxnLkA ← Post theme Tomorrow, six(7) days, what's the difference? Anways I got some shit to drop. So here we are, far from up to date but at the Great Hyperspace War. The phobis devices themselves played no major role during the war but instead were cared for by the diligent hands of Dagari Mundiss, Sith scholar, former high priest of Marka Ragnos, and avid artifact aficionado. When Kressh and Sadow were busy with their WWE title fight and arguing with eachother over the fate of the Sith, Mundiss was polishing his scepter, making sure the Eye of Tulak still worked, basically just twiddling his thumbs before the Great Hyperspace War erupted. After that he did a whole lot more nothing, until shit hit the fan. When the molten remains of Naga Sadow’s ships began raining down on Korriban courtesy of the Koros fleet following the Second Battle of Korriban, Mundiss was one of the countless kissai that got off their asses for a split second to handle business. Shar Dakhan, acting Dark Lord of the Sith as Naga Sadow was presumed dead, (when in reality he had just tucked tail and fled to Yavin 4 to construct temples in peace and reminisce about how Ludo had been right) made the following well conceived tactical decisions: >A: Every crippled, wounded, or otherwise nonfunctional (i.e. not hyperspace worthy) ship was ordered to ram the nearest Tetan ship so hard it impaled it, allowing everyone from grotthu toilet cleaning slaves to Sith lords to board the enemy ship and wreak havoc (implying no transports were available for the real niggas of course, I’m not retarded) >B: Every hyperspace worthy ship was to disengage from the space battle and either fuck off out of the system or land on Korriban as fast as possible If you were in that old thread where the Republic war crime fleet was about to turn Korriban into glass you have a basic idea of what comes next. The world’s slave population dropped en masse as the grotthu caste had the most painful tortures and sacrificial rituals inflicted on them by their masters, tombs who’s antechambers hadn’t seen the light of Horuset for centuries were unsealed by unwanted solicitors demanding aid from the crypts’ occupants, the weakest acolytes had their minds bound, transforming them from prospective Sith into mindless Force AAA batteries ready for draining. It was far from a unified effort, but even farther from ineffective. The entire Koros fleet practically experienced psychic whiplash as they went from everywhere inbetween euphoric and still bloodthirsty, hungry to finish their wounded foe, to screaming at the top of their lungs as howling demons suddenly replaced their cheering crewmates and attempted to pat them on the back with their heinous claws, sudden and overwhelming terror and irrational paranoia flooded from crewman to officer, ship to ship. Madness followed in its wake and blossomed new horrors, psychotic gunners released tension in perfectly healthy and stable ways, such as opening fire on your sister ships, security teams and marines found themselves within the eye of the shitstorm as stark raving mad crewmen tantrum spiraled all around them, smashing themselves against windows, bulkheads, eachother, and the security teams’ batons. (Repeatedly) It soon became impossible to discern a harmless, if not a little jittery, crewmate from a frothing lunatic intent on wearing your intestines like a scarf, the shitcurity officers found themselves switching their blasters to lethal to defend their lives, just like the voices instructed. Those with the weakest but most malleable minds found themselves separated from the chaos, herded into secure holds where they curled up into the fetal position while they waited for their new masters to arrive and command them, to bring sense to their upside down world. Mundiss even scored a trickshot on a corvette who’s overeager captain foolishly chased a fleeing Sith ship into Korriban’s atmosphere, a bolt of Force lightning aided by a slough of artifacts, slain slaves, and mentally bound acolytes (who shriveled into raisins after the ritual’s completion) tore into the ship’s ventral side and bit deep into the vessel’s innards, turning complex circuitry into blackened slag and autoblaster gas stores into ravenous fireballs that chewed through the ship’s remaining hull. Only Mundiss and his apprentice survived that ritual, which was something of a bonus as he’d been planning on killing those acolytes for a while now. Thus concluded the first stage of the Third Battle of Korriban, later stages would include reinforcements from across Sith space rallying at Korriban to ensure the invaders never achieved a foothold. This is also around the time that Vitiate made his move. After refusing everyone’s invitations to join the Great Hyperspace Party, Vitty instead spent his time trying to figure out what the fuck Zildawg, this funky machine he found on Nathema, was and having his underlings follow the trail Tulak Hord blazed millennia earlier into the Dromund System. According to SWTOR lore Vitty started his gamble following the completion of his studies into Zildawg’s mechanisms and after his scouts had managed to find a way into the Dromund System, the Kamat Krote as we see it on the Sith space map wasn’t exactly a thing back then, more on it later, but Vitty’s objective first and foremost would be attract as many gullible faggots to Nathema as possible to prank them so hard he’d turn into a lovecraftian horror in terms of power AND personality.
>>4217 The first step included mass blackpilling and fedposting across every Sith communication channel/method possible, going on Sith radio shows and saying the sky was falling and it was the Republic’s fault, shooting emails to every dark lord with a pulse telling them how the Jedi are going to kill him and fuck his wife(s) if he doesn’t do one simple trick, abusing subspace communication platforms by explaining to grotthu the complicated procedure of mixing motor oil, gasoline, and Styrofoam shavings in a glass bottle in order to make a fun new toy to throw at their master, and going on multidimensional Geonosian acklay-spearing forums to tell impressionable shitposters how much money they could make constructing and then selling sawed off shotguns to the ATF, (Input boating accident joke here) the whole 9/11 yards. Then he invited everybody to Nathema to show them this cool cheat code he found. Said cheat code included the draining of all life from the world and the binding of every spirit on the planet to his own life force. Eight-THOUSAND dumb fucks actually showed up for this shit. Embarrassing. After helping eight-thousand Sith earn themselves each a Darwin Award and vindicating every single argument for eugenics, Vitty slapped his dick on the metaphorical table and told every last Sith to meet him on Korriban. He told them that their options were either to die to the Republic or risk an audience with him, quite a few Sith picked option C and instead went to their summer homes on Vjun, Thule, and Iliabath, a few others told him to suck their cocks right off their torsos and dug in to fight the Republic, and the remainder of them said fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? After being in the same room as at least eight-thousand tortured spirits haphazardly stitched to an intelligent, nihilistic sociopath with a wicked sense of humor, most of them decided that NOT listening to him was probably the worst thing that could possibly happen. Vitty’s demands were simple, he’d lead them across the Hansel and Gretel bread crumb trail to Dromund Kaas and then they’d, together, create a newer and better Sith Empire. It would take a while to get there though, a generation in fact, but under his guidance nothing could possibly go wrong! It would be dishonest of me to say that even a quarter of the original Sith flock would set foot on Dromund Kaas, it’d more be like a handful. Dagari Mundiss, one of Vitiate’s initial skeptics but fastest converts, would bring his collection of artifacts with him throughout their exodus, but sadly, he would not be one of the aforementioned handful that reached Dromund Kaas. And just like every other Sith, the sole inheritance of any of his flock’s possessions was Vitiate’s and Vitiate’s alone. Afterall, they were His. Servants. Slaves. Weapons. And they would obey. And that’s how the phobis devices ended up in Vitty’s loving care.
>>4217 Ah, the original Madness over Korriban. Did that first battle pass into legend and become thought of as exaggerated?
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>>4232 With there being no Tetan survivors to snitch on the Sith or describe the living nightmare they endured, (with all the survivors being rounded up for slave/sacrifice duty) the fate of the Koros fleet would eventually turn into a naval ghost story like the Mary Celeste or Dawson's Christian among the Republic navy. We're going to be talking about glass knives soon.
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https://hooktube.com/watch?v=Bxh1Y9sK7Tc&t=0s ← Post theme Shikkars are glass knives, sometimes daggers, that Sith like to stick inside of eachother. It’s also the most painful way to die, physically due to the immense agony associated with having a glass blade snapped off into your guts, and emotionally because everyone’s going to laugh at you and your descendants for dying like a bitch. (Remember that last part for later) Shikkars are one of the less subtle tools in a Sith assassin’s arsenal but easily one of their favorites due to every Sith’s predilection towards sadism and juicing up on the emotions of others, when paired with poisons and venoms (the assassin’s other favorite toys) the shikkar truly reaches its full potential, and during their isolation from the rest of the Sith worlds following the death of King Adas, the Kissai on Korriban perfected the shikkar by designing the double-bladed venom vessel Sorzus Syn would later on draw a picture of in her journal, while the Sith on Rhelg would ultimately prefer fancy single-edged short blades decked out in the usual Sith decorations like barbs and snagging teeth that make evicting your internal organs’ new neighbor all the more lethal. I like them and think they’re very cool, you’ll hear the same opinion from me about every old Sith weapon, and it’s a shame that everybody but the Lost Tribe of the Sith forgot about them. Until now, that is. Now here’s some background on this idea, parrying daggers and For Honor. For Honor is one of Ubisoft’s scams devised to steal heaps of shekels from hapless gamers such as myself by dangling entertainment and hits of dopamine in front of your face before kicking you inbetween your legs with their inability to make a balanced game to save their fucking lives. I’m thoroughly addicted to it, my most recent torture sessions have come in the form of learning the most based Assassin hero in the game Gladiator, pictured above with his best emote. There’s a certain annoying cunt called Peacekeeper that gave me the idea you’re going to hear about very soon. “PK” as she will be known as is an assassin-class hero, meaning she’s blessed with dodge attacks to let you punish retards and the ability to deflect, (deflecting being the premier way of flexing on hapless niggas) each assassin has their own deflect and hers was completely unique until another cunt (Shaman) showed up to ruin my fun. The animation is sorta janky because Ubisoft has no love for their video games, but I made a macro that hits the beats of it. >dumbass telegraphs swing >hoe rushes into the strike, catches it with her midget sword, then pulls away from the strike and leads the sword safely away by letting it’s own momentum drive it down the path of least resistance >hole readies the toothpick >icepicks the left kidney like its name is Lev Bronstein inb4 hema spergs throw down the stainless steel gauntlet, the one they spent all their student loans on, down at me, know I will reply with “lol didn’t read” gifs and call you a nigger, this is just the spark that lit the autism flame. In SWTOR there’s some flavor text for the Sith Marauder subclass of the warrior class that states the marauder “follows the path of Naga Sadow,” now to clarify this for my fellow crayon chewers in the back this means that the marauder’s combat style follows the same philosophy/teachings that Naga Sadow employed, the marauder is also the dual saber Sith for all the mental midget monkeys that think two sabers are better than one. Now everyone understands the point of dual sabers in Star Wars, you got twice the amount of saber to attack and defend with while also granting you new opportunities by virtue of having different (not more per say) options, I’m done insulting your intelligence now with this basic shit, let’s move on. The shikkar on it’s own is clearly not an adequate offhand weapon for dueling, it ties up a hand while offering no major defensive benefits (due to it being made out of glass opposed to something lightsaber resistant, and if you’re gonna waste the time and effort imbuing your literal throwaway dagger with the Force to make it into a Force weapon you deserve to be tossed into a meat grinder) so I wouldn’t recommend any Sith to walk into a kaggath LARPing as Peacekeepr, that’d be retarded. That’s why I decided to make it evolve like a pokemon into something bigger and stronger.
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The trident dagger is an autistic idea that I admire. The entire point of the parrying dagger is that you have a tool to tie up the other guy’s weapon so you can stick him like a pig with your own, it’s pretty smart and it worked very well. The shikkar’s development stagnated until Vitty’s flock decided to make brainstorming methods of brutally murdering Jedi and avenging the Hundred Year Darkshoah (and now Great Hypercaust War) their main hobby. The Eradicator Cult especially had an interest in furthering Sith martial arts and weapon development, this would lead to them perfecting lightsaber technology (i.e. leveling up from protosabers to cordless sabers) a couple centuries before the Jedi and taking all their old toys and re-imagining them to be more bad ass. The shikkar’s development took these basic steps, >Become an adequate offhand weapon in the age of lightsaber combat >Not be completely worthless after delivering its molten sand payload The first one’s easy, upgrade the shitty non-metallic hilt (the reason the shikkar’s hilt isn’t made out of metal is because it’s supposed to be hidden from most scanners, but I don’t think anyone gives a shit about that in the middle of a battlefield duel) into a big boy Sith alchemy steel hilt with lightsaber resistant quillons and blade-catching prongs that act as edge protectors for the glass blade and BOOM, you got a combat shikkar. (Not to mention the release mechanism for the broken bits of blade so you can insert a new one rather than having to go back to the knifemaker to get another one) That autistic child’s crayola masterpiece that looks like a grey bug sticking out it’s blue tongue at you is a rough image of this concept, the prongs sit along the blade’s carved out waist for parrying duty and can open up at half a moment’s notice to expose to blade for the killshot, and after the blade’s been snapped off it still performs its duty as a parrying dagger just fine, and those prongs are razor sharp so you could probably give somebody a double dosage of impalement with them too. Now that image, the one with the purple grip, (bearing the colors of the Pyramid of Logistics) is the venerable and still in use but fairly antiquated original combat shikkar who’s design just barely predates the Kamat Krote War between Vitiate’s fledgling empire and its recently discovered neighbors who’d been squatting in the Stygian Caldera’s darkest reaches for millennia, the same nameless guys that killed Odile Vaiken. More on them later By the time of the GGW combat shikkars had evolved into a much edgier, much more brutal weapon. Pictured on the right of the crayola sketch is it’s brother, this combat shikkar belongs to one of the Pyramid of Diplomacy’s goons (marked by its red grip) and has all of the cool design improvements, the weird bulges at the prongs’ bases are reinforcements for said prongs, allowing the mechanism to endure titanic blows that would’ve annihilated its predecessor, next up are the hook-like barbs. There’s four of them, two of them are sheathes for their glass counterparts who make work as force multipliers for ruining the shikkar victim’s life, (also forgot/had difficulty translating this idea to the picture, but the newer shikkar blades are triangular, and you know what that means) while the other two are actually solid additions to the prongs themselves, when using the combat shikkar as a parrying dagger, these hooks can be used to form a circle with the quillons, trapping whatever is between them inside, though it should be noted than a fairly small gap is still present (only a centimeter but I won’t lie to you guys) that green represents whatever fun venom or toxin the user decided was most appropriate for today’s slaughter, (and yes the venom will be injected through the barbs following the blade getting injected into somebody) and to top it all off there’s a razor-sharp cap that covers the previously exposed tip, unlike the prongs it does not come off, but is also typically coated in the same pelko bug needles used to make Sith training sabers, but like everything else the Sith have (except lightsabers) you can cover it in whatever poison your heart desires. Now the big question is this: Why bother? Why bother with using a parrying dagger when you could just have a second lightsaber? For starters, not everybody’s a homosexual and would want to use two sabers. Secondly, you can go ahead and hunt down the resources for another crystal, acquire a crystal crucible to make it in, and then go forge a new saber (implying you fucked off to gather all the shit you need for a hilt beforehand) and STILL be gay for using two lightsabers because the only guy immune to that curse won’t be born till 19 BBY. Third, not everybody wants a second saber, the combat shikkar excels at parrying duties regardless of it’s glass blade, in reality the glass blade is vestigial at this point as its parrying dagger capabilities far exceed it in terms of practicality, it’s an emergency secondary weapon for most Sith and a powerful offhand tool for those willing to learn how to use it.
>>4239 Oh yeah, the point of throwing the Lanvarok in there was to point out the fact that the Sith had a tendency to invent autistic and needlessly complicated weapons for fun, with the lanvarok literally being a pole-axe that can also hurl razor disks coated in venom, and the lanvarok gauntlet being a toy you strap onto your arm that shoots lethal versions of nerf disks with roughly the same shitty accuracy.
>>4248 >Also, all of your pictures died. Not his fault. http://bhlnasxdkbaoxf4gtpbhavref7l2j3bwooes77hqcacxztkindztzrad.onion/cow/res/2.html#99052 >protip: >if they are reposted anywhere on the site, they will be rehashed & reappear at the original post location, and the repost can then be deleted.
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https://hooktube.com/watch?v=Lx4k-0RFaaQ ← Post theme Quick note before I drop some different autism. Look at that picture and see the truth, 2+4=6, the wirehead media disavows me and my work. The mastermind frankenstein 5G controller holds the key AND all the puppet strings laced to each of your ( and your government’s) limbs and frankly I’m not a fan of any of that, you see gentle listener I hate the Antichrist with all my heart and if I’m ever put in a self defense situation by him/her/it/xer I’m going to bash his brains out on the sidewalk, I’m gonna punch her in the throat, I’m gonna hammer the back of its head, and I won’t still till xer’s blood and grey matter decorate the road. I’m gonna paint the town red with glownigger vital fluids and not stop until each and every one of you low down niggers is free. Amen.
>>4257 Quit stalling and post already.
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But in all seriousness, losing my pictures has taken a toll on my sanity and it tears my heart apart knowing I may survive where their sweet and innocent yet woefully frail frames may not. But just like those two hundred thousand pure and courageous kikes that died, I know they’d want me to live on, so in a way they live through me and never were lost. https://hooktube.com/watch?v=NiY4KTIoXi4 ← Post theme Since we’re mentioning Tulak Hord I decided to mention the fact that his helmet looks like a sci-fi samurai helmet, it’s cool if you disagree, you’re allowed to be wrong and fucking stupid that’s your right as an American citizen. Eternal Hatred’s a good song to go along with a post regarding the Dark Lord of Hate, and it foreshadows something I’ll be mentioning later on. I’ve mentioned a few ideas for Sith fighting styles in the past, the main gist being that where the Jedi are nice and fairly organized, having seven documented styles at this point, Sith martial disciplines are much less centralized and each style descends from the school or master that came up with it, where the Jedi labor to share knowledge and advance a form’s techniques while holding hands and singing kumbaya the Sith share knowledge and techniques by testing them out on eachother, separating the wheat from the chaff in their patented Darwinian fashion. One Sith Lord who’s skills and teachings would be passed down throughout the generations of Sith and inspire countless blademasters and fencers was Tulak Hord, Dark Lord of Hate, butcher of Yn and Chabosh, and conqueror of the Dromund system. (Which would quickly fall into obscurity following his death) Now a few things I’m going to say before we go any further. >Tulak Hord did NOT use a cordless Lightsaber, he used a Protosaber as he died centuries (at least) before protosabers advanced to lightsabers >^Unless proven otherwise I don’t think protosabers were called “proto-” anything in times when they were the height of technology, the term is clearly a modern one invented to distinguish corded sabers from the cool new ones >Tulak Hord did NOT fight legions of Jedi. That’s retarded. The (old) Sith Empire is expressly stated to have not encountered Jedi until the Great Hyperspace War, SWTOR’s writers are retarded, bye. With that out of the way, let’s talk about Tulak’s impact on Sith martial autism. Look at the dude, he’s big, mean, and armored head to toe in Sith alchemized steel, and he has a Yugio card deck on his left hand so he’s prepared for anything. But let’s look at the primary principles of Mr. Hord’s armor, one could argue that it’s heavy, sure, but the plates only cover the most important areas, it’s economic and practical. This isn’t some Marka Ragnos-esque heavy plate harness that turns you into an immortal juggernaut, this is a medium-heavy getup with enough cushioning to keep your mistakes from killing you and that asymmetric pauldron and goofy vambrace effectively turn your left side into a mobile lightsaber-proof wall (note the little knuckle plates, these would go on to inspire the knuckle blading on the Eradicator Cult’s warsuits) to make some room for your mayhem machine right arm who’s packing the lethal glowstick, and the idea of backhanding a lightsaber and getting away with it is fairly alluring I’m not gonna lie. Now for some reason SWTOR’s artists have a wrapped up boner for wrapping up clothes in random straps and strips of whatever the fuck that shit is, my only explanations for them is that they’re homages to XoXaan’s sexy mummy getup or maybe oath bindings that the wearer made to remind him that the Jedi are niggers and evil and want to eat his children and that the Sith will have their revenge, or maybe they’re wrappings that the wearer meditated on, infusing traumatic memories and emotions into to focus on and trigger power surges during battle, I don’t know I just don’t know. Also the asymmetric pauldron shit is clearly a reference to Milanese harnesses and anybody who doesn’t consume crayons knows that so let’s move on.
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Tulak’ajak (Tulak’s Doctrine) is the name of the fighting style that Tulak Hord invented, perfected, and taught. The central philosophy is: Be good at everything. That’s it, lecture over. Nah just kidding. Think of it as Niman but not for pussies, Tulak Hord wasn’t just a lightsaber beast that carved apart every problem in his way, he also was a practitioner of the Sith’s more esoteric arts and a staggeringly powerful Force user, Tulak Hord understands that there are no shortcuts for the Sith and his fighting style reflects that. Tulak’ajak’s bladework encompasses the entire spectrum of techniques, ranging from brutal crushing blows to complex series of feints, jabs, and counters designed to keep the opponent on his back foot and the practitioner on the offensive. But like I said it’s not just bladework, a Tulak’ajak practitioner may go from poking and prodding his opponent’s defense with a flurry of one-handed flicks and swipes to throwing a jaw-rattling cross out of nowhere, he may smash aside his enemy’s guard only to unleash a tempest of lightning into their unprotected face, or hit them with a Force wave, or just kick them in their chest to collapse their lung, or do the same to their knee to collapse their entire body. Mix-ups, unrelenting offense of every form, and crushing counterstrikes epitomize Tulak’ajak, facilitated by medium-heavy armor to grant a degree of mobility while still concentrating actual plating where it’s needed most. Very economical and very practical. Now there’s some obvious downsides here, fighting like this is extremely strenuous and physically exerting, peak conditioning isn’t a bonus it’s just a necessity, not only that but an opponent who flatly refuses to buckle under the pressure and is more than happy to live on his backfoot (i.e. a Soresu faggot) has a decent chance at weathering the storm and coming out the other end breathing not nearly as hard as the Tulak’ajak student, likewise someone who’s willing to match him blow-for-blow (Djem So moment) and is more than happy to jump on the parry-riposte-parry-riposte merry-go-round is going to give a Tulak’ajak practitioner some problems, implying he’s equally as skilled or is capable of matching him. Like any fighting style Tulak’ajak shines when picking on the elderly or disabled (or both) and fighting somebody worse than you is always preferable, but unlike the disciplines adhered to by the likes of Ragnos or Sadow, Tulak devised a style built around options, one not saddled by obvious weaknesses and one enhanced by endless possibilities. It has a massive skill ceiling and isn’t for your average Sith, but if one was willing to dedicate his life to the complicated art of butchery, one might find their muse, passion, and life-saver from the martial legacy of Tulak Hord. >one little note The standard Tulak’ajak stance, with the armored side forward, weapon arm back, was created with protosaber cords in mind, hiding the protosaber’s weakness behind the weapon arm (and therefore the lightsaber-proof arm) but by the time of SWTOR nobody really had to worry about protosaber cords anymore, nobody with half a brain that is.
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So a quick tl;dr since I got a minute >wear enough armor to save your vitals, that's it >don't sacrifice mobility and sensation for false security >develop ALL of your skills and abilities, don't focus on one at the expense of the others >keep your options open >unrelenting offense >immediate counters >mix up light and heavy attacks >keep the other guy guessing Now one important thing to note that I didn't bother to in the main posts, a crucial element of Tulak’ajak is that you’re NOT supposed to rely on precognition, the effort and willpower necessary to utilize it can be better spent analyzing the opponent and modifying your own technique, changing angles and guiding attacks, rather than sifting through a garbage bin of possible futures and then steering towards it like a poor man’s Shatterpoint. Now that’s not to say they entirely eschew precognition in a fight, it’s a tool/skill like any other and you already know Tulak’ajak’s stance on ignoring one skill in favor of another, it’s just that your focus is important and may potentially be more useful elsewhere opposed to adopting a fluoride stare and dumpster diving in shaky futures.
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>quick recap on Dun Moch’s brothers Another idea I had, one that was cast into the void with those threads that got nuked alongside our old bunkers, was delving into what were essentially Sith traditional duel objectives that lended themselves to tactics and techniques. The idea came from that line in Path of Destruction when Kas’im states that Bane has “achieved Dun Moch” during his duel with the zabrak faggot who’s name escapes me. Now let’s pretend you’re the retard here (instead of me) and don’t know what Dun Moch is, Dun Moch refers to the Sith linguistic technique where you verbally abuse your opponent in order to goad some form of desired reaction from them, in the movies it always more or less failed the user (Dooku activated Anakin’s trap card and died, Vader pissed off Luke and got slapped around) but regardless it’s the equivalent of telling someone to “Mic Up” in an argument and then tearing their heart out with crude humor and snarky remarks. It’s origins go back to ancient Sith traditions, where they’d judge a duel’s outcome and describe the victor’s triumph based on how he won, this was also done to make it easier for the Kissai documenting the events and the Zuguruk who’d be explaining to the chisel slaves what to write on the giant stone obelisk. Now the old threads are lost and I’m forced to delve into the dark and deeply autistic crags of my faulty memory, gambling my life with every step upon the groaning tight rope composed by all of my extra chromosomes, risking life and limb to entertain you, my homies, and niggas. <Dun Hask The lowest form of victory, the way of the Tuk’ata and the death from a thousand cuts, the only positive thing about achieving this victory is that you managed to walk away from the fight. Nobody’s gonna use boast about your impressive ability to outlast your opponent, the word “Hask” means agony as your victory was achieved by slowly surely (and agonizingly) wearing out your opponent by turtling his attacks and lightspamming. It’s long, drawn out, and agonizing for the unfortunate spectators. You didn’t dominate your opponent, you didn’t manipulate your opponent, you gassed him out and bled him out. Regardless, it’s a much better alternative to dying. <Dun Kots A step up to be sure, “Kots” means To Break. To pull this one off you have to successfully crush your opponent with raw strength, smashing apart his guard, armor, and bones. A victory through pure strength is a commendable one, and the Sith will respect you for it. This is the way of the Terentatek, and most massassi focus on achieving it. <Dun Moch Victory through manipulation, it is one thing to physically dominate your opponent, it is another to trick him into falling on your sword or relinquishing control to blood madness and opening himself up for disembowelment. This is the way of the Hssiss, the dark side dragon who’s venomous bite infects the mind with a murderous hunger that can only be quenched through bloodshed. Sith also think this is pretty impressive, basically on par with Dun Kots. <Dun Sith If you were every wondering what the word “Sith” meant, the Sith word for Sith is Tsis, meaning Sith. They also have another word, Sith, meaning “Perfect.” This victory requires the opponent to submit and welcome his death. This is quite a feat, as we’re talking about convincing a powerful Sith lord, someone who’s peoples’ culture revolves around self determination, might, pride, and an intense fear of death, to willingly bow his head forward like a stupid animal for his neck to be cut, that or kill himself. I mentioned earlier that time Marka Ragnos stood beneath Vjun’s acid rain after daring the last of his rivals to gut himself with a shikkar in order to save the lives of his retainers, (thus saving the Eradicator Cult from complete annihilation) submitting himself before Marka Ragnos. To the Sith, submitting yourself to another is enslaving yourself, and those below you, to his whim. You are placing yourself and your powerbase under him, basically becoming his bitch. This is a shameful and embarrassing turn of events for you. (This entire situation is an obvious nod to Shogun Hideyoshi’s bargain with his last rebelling daimyo, who killed himself with a knife before Hideyoshi and submitting his household ((and life)) to him, the nips think this is very honorable, the Sith think it’s bitch made pussy shit) Generally if a Sith tells somebody to go do “’___’ with a knife” they’re invoking the cultural terror associated with dying to a shikkar, the agonizing and humiliating death one that’s even more self destructive if you do it to yourself, I invented the term “Shik’nwul” meaning, “the knife’s peace,” or “peace from a knife,” and you all know what the Sith think about peace, this refers to the action of stabbing yourself with a shikkar and snapping it off in your guts, think of it as a twisted form of sudoku. There is no honor, there is only shame and pain, strong emotions ready to get slurped up by the victor’s Force straw as he Force drains the last of your life force away. Unlike harakiri where the head is removed to end the pain, the Sith only decapitate their opponent to keep the skull as a trophy and will only do it after there’s no more agony capri-sun to enjoy. Now the magical thing about Dun Sith is that it doesn’t matter how you battered your opponent, it doesn’t matter if you wore him out, broke him apart, or tripped him up, if you get him to submit to you, you achieve Dun Sith, and with it have achieved a victory above all other victories. The practice of Sith lords carrying around shikkars to offer up to defeated opponents began after Marka Ragnos’ stunning victory over the Vjun lord and the practice survived the Great Hyperspace War (a quick note: The reason the Kesh tribe of Sith don’t do this is because their development was completely disconnected from the Sith after they were stranded before the Pal-Syn war) and was still a vital element of Sith culture up until the Great Galactic War, a time where 30 years of conflict slowly chipped away at many of the Sith’s old traditions.
Buckle up for ADHD driven language autism and a spicy foreshadowing of later posts that'll leave a crispy taste in your mouth and a dopamine rush you wouldn't believe
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https://hooktube.com/watch?v=lj9uJblxdy8 ← Post theme Now if you homies weren’t aware of it before I drag most of my inspiration from the nutty shit I enjoy, a decent amount of ideas spawn off of For Honor, and right now I’d like to introduce you to my Helldivers autism. Good game. Now in SWTOR lore our favorite Grand Moff the man the myth the legend Odile Vaiken, father of the Imperial Military (especially the navy) had a throwaway footnote-tier death at the hands of an alien race who apparently wasn’t even worthy of a footnote let alone a name, I’m going to fix that, and use it to flesh out some philosophical concepts, ideals, and policies that would serve as foundations for events later on in the GGW era. Some background, after Odile Vaiken helps establish and mold the Imperial Military under the watchful eye of Vitty on Dromund Kaas, the Sith would go about developing the Dromund system to squeeze every last drop of resources and potential out of the star system, think of playing tall in EU4 opposed to playing wide. Eventually they’d begin branching out, taking their first tentative steps outside of Dromund’s safe and secure reaches to the uncharted stars and worlds nearby. Blah blah blah they ran into the rakatans. In the EU the Rakatans had nearly enslaved the Sith, with the only thing stopping our favorite red-skinned Machiavellian space wizards from becoming just another notch on the Infinite Empire’s heavyweight species-enslavement belt being a certain real nigga named King Adas, who’d unite the Korriban Sith, BTFO the Rakatans, and then reverse engineer functional FTL drives and then spread the Sith across their astrological birthright, the Stygian Caldera. His death would usher in the destruction of the Sith Kingdom under who all the stars of the Nache Bhelfia were united. It wouldn’t be until the Dark Jedi arrived on Korriban and united the Sith worlds once more under the new jen’ari Ajunta Pall. --Quick sidenote for clarification on Adas’ kingdom, Adas’ kingdom encompassed Korriban and a few colonies across the Nache Bhelfia. The timeline roughly goes like this, Adas takes the crown of Korriban → Rakatan-Sith war (Decisive Sith victory) → An extremely old Adas uses Rakatan ships to establish colonies on Ziost, Malachor V, and Tund → Adas dies → Sith are never reunited. The extent of Hakagram Graush’s “empire” is unknown but I’m going to assume it didn’t reach Ziost, and instead the Stygian Caldera’s political borders resembled Japan during the period of Warring States and that Ajunta Pall is Oda Nobunaga, utilizing foreign technology and techniques (Dark jedi powers and guns respectively) to unify the Sith. But that shit’s inconsequential --sidenote over I’m done rambling, let’s shove Helldivers into Star Wars. The Rakatans never left Sith space, they were defeated by Adas on Korriban but the Infinite Empire wasn’t done fucking with them, instead they had their forces flee to a star unknown to the Sith, meticulously mapping and documenting hyperlanes that were moderately safe, creating their own routes into the Stygian Caldera to plan their eventual reprisal after the spanking some backwater tribals delivered upon their hammer-esque heads. They chose a system who’s habitable zone housed a habitable world, what a shock, said world however was a bit unusual, having exceptionally deep oceans and exceptionally BIG oceans. The world didn’t have continents, it had archipelagos. The Rakatans built surface installations on the islands and built underwater facilities that’d make Andrew Ryan’s most ambitious works look like fucking jokes. You think Mon Calamari’s underwater cities are cool? Imagine half the Selkath population shipped out to one spot and ordered to build the most badass, meticulously planned, and carefully considered (that statement is not redundant; think about it) underwater fortress system imaginable. The Rakatans would also settle the world that would eventually be known as Bosthirda, further away from Korriban but still close to the Rakatan Rapture outpost, taking advantage of the Bosthirda system’s incredible mineral deposits and industrial capability, leaving the Rapture outpost to be the main military instillation (and RnD hub) for their Sith space efforts. They even attempted to introduce Firaxa sharks to the water world, so they’d have a secondary source of kolto and wouldn’t be forced to rely on Manaan’s kolto output to sustain their future campaigns against the Sith (who at this point were just playing Shogun 2 with eachother across the Nache Bhelfia) but they encountered a minor speedbump when a species of hyper evolved lobsters kept murdering the firaxa shark population. Said lobsters utilized an extremely efficient and versatile method of natural communication, utilizing pungent pheromones, (yes they work underwater, and lobsters actually use them) powerful verbalizations, and even bioluminescence in the darkest depths of the sea, alongside a complicated caste system similar to ants, wasps, and termites to repeatedly genocide the firaxa. Intrigued by this species (who they payed little attention to before, the Rakatans see weird creatures everywhere who gives a fuck about some prawns) they rewarded their murderous abilities by gutting their population, kidnapping the rest, and sending them to labs to be experimented on. This totally won’t come back to bite them.
By 25,200 BBY the forges of Bosthirda bellowed day and night, mass producing weapons of war and within labs across the small pocket of Rakatan space within the Stygian Caldera Force-mutated creatures were being perfected, chief among these beasts of war were the descendants of the old lobsters, twisted into more grotesque and brutal shapes by the Rakatan into a truly disgusting insectoid menace. They’d make perfect nuisances to combat the Sith’s own war beasts, an unstoppable hive of unyielding critters who’ll chew through the competition or drown them in bodies, and then drag all the corpses back to their hives to feed their little larvae, and the circle of life continues. The firaxa sharks were even settling into the (brutally annihilated and then carefully rebuilt and handcrafted) ecosystem on the water world, and the last touches were being added to their Rakatan’s invasion plans, aided by a recent string of conflicts that left many Sith warlords with shattered armies and sundered fortresses, there’d never be a time more ripe to swoop in and conquer the Stygian Caldera world by world. And then the refugees began arriving. The last vestiges of the Infinite Empire were being corrupted by a plague with no conceivable source that dogged every last parsec of Rakatan territory, it as if the Force itself had turned against them. Outbreaks on the water world were rare and quickly handled, the underwater bastion facilities and biohazard labs were more than capable of quarantining off entire sections of themselves, but the Rakatan presence on Bosthirda and it’s neighboring worlds weren’t so lucky. The industrial slaves were rowdy enough already and regular shipments of slaves were a constant necessity just to keep the ambitious project going, but when the Rakatan guards went from lightning-fast dervishes that could cook up a group of rambunctious slaves armed with screwdrivers, wrenches, and high-impact mining equipment like a piping hot bowl of jambalaya to being almost on even footing with the slave workers and being forced to rely more and more on their ranged weapons to keep them in check, the slaves caught on, and the overseers panicked. Worker riots evolved into full on slave revolts, each world was put under siege by a seemingly endless tide of former slaves. Some, mostly the overseers and their personal retinues, managed to flee by escaping of sublight drive equipped ships and gunboats, only to realize their Force-based hyperdrives were just deadweight now. The fighting was vicious, and despite the now Force-less Rakatans having personal armor, advanced weapons, armored vehicles and starfighters, but after the majority of them dropped dead to the plague (it kills the majority but leaves a minority of Force-less beings behind) there were just too few of them to stop the slaves. On the water world things were much different, the Rakatans caught on quickly that their powers were fading and that they were balancing on a knife’s edge. Some of their long-distance communication arrays still worked, and to their dismay the only thing they heard from the Bosthirdan contingent was their kin’s panicked death throes and the taunting voices of victorious slaves promising a brutal reckoning for them. Their labs were faring significantly better, the guard personnel’s sudden drop in performance and ability wasn’t felt as direly as it was on Bosthirda, but a few of their easy bake oven monstrosities were more or less ticking time bombs for their facility personnel. Many of the more interesting creatures got gassed in their enclosures, their growth pods rammed by forklifts and destroyed in other, less creative ways. This process went smoothly for the most part, a few hiccups here and there leading to unreasonably high casualty rates, but all in all it was a very effective genocide against their lovingly created pet monsters. The only facility that never responded was the lobster-bug one, which was odd because they didn’t even need subspace communicators to talk to as it was just a few planets away. While a ship and crew were being readied for a long sublight cruise to investigate the crawdad facility, the water world Rakatans went to the drawing board to concoct a solution to their sudden lack of Force sensitivity, their sudden drop in population, and the large, potentially volatile, population of slaves on their planet. They were in a much better situation than the Bosthirdan Rakatans in that regard, the islands were covered in citadels and their underwater play pen was a veritable deathtrap for anybody not at the controls of the heavily guarded (by droids and professional soldiers) command installations with near-uncrackable armor and the ability to dislodge from the primary atlantis-structure and remain self sufficient (the guys that designed these things were absolute geniuses, approaching the Hampture guy in IQ) plus the slaves were of a more docile disposition than the regularly whipped and brutalized Bosthirdan ones, making revolts unlikely. Regardless the Rakatans were paranoid, and where mystical space wizardry failed them, they turned to technology.
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>>4279 A new wave of tripod policing droids were developed and manufactured, with weapons designed for incapacitation (to maintain the slave population) alongside extermination, bulkier models for linebreaking, and personal equipment to grant the illusion of Force powers. Repulsorlifts reimagined to be used to make a pair of gauntlets into a pair of more badass crushgaunts, helping aid the illusion of Force-empowerment, and cleverly designed electric weaponry made to emulate Force lightning. Personal particle shields that didn’t give you cancer but were powerful enough to stop a blade, energy shield counterparts to stop, you guessed it, energy based weapons, new generations of rakatan mutants CRISPR tube babies born with gills and pressure resistance to ward off the worst of a breach. Oh look the investigation ship is back, turns out the bugs evolved into brutal killing machines (so not much changed on that front) and the queen specimen has evolved into a tunneling worm from Dune and now the entire planet is a honeycombed by complex series of tunnels and the species can survive in any environment, and even perfectly adapts to new environments in a generation and despite there being at least forty new hives, subspecies, and genetic strains, they all work together and refuse to kill eachother like normal animals. Time to never go there again. Paranoia and innovation marked these isolated rakatans, over the years they’d collect the survivors from each lab and bring them back to their Atlantian safe space, only to deck them out with the newest tech “for their safety” (because you never relax around slaves, and slaves are everywhere, in the walls, in my toilet, in my food even) and then plot assassination attempts against them for being sickening outlanders, outsiders who now have their technology and may expose them to the slaves! Said slaves were far from revolting though, and even had grown moderately fond of their overlords. The droids patrolling every hall granted a sense of security and the paranoid Rakatans had ensured that ample supplies of food and even drink, yes these slaves were ordered to get drunk. Said food and drink was of course spiked with depressants and mood altering drugs to keep them complacent, afterall droids were responsible (and more trustworthy) for upkeep and repairs, and new generations of drone-like (thus more reliable and trustworthy) rakatans had been grown (not raised) to handle droid upkeep, leaving the slave population to enjoy their underwater paradise of SSRIs, booze, percocet, and carbon monoxide poisoning vented into their quarters when the rakatan’s paranoia boiled over. With no more slaves to worry about, they turned their focus onto eachother. Total annihilation loomed over the Rakatans, assured by one another’s unwarranted/very much warranted fear of one another, until the call finally came. The communication network tethering Bosthirda and the ancient city of Thule together had gone silent for many decades, the occasionally impassioned staticky messages from the Bosthirdan ex-slaves full of threats of bodily and civilization-tier harm, demands for answers on why they uprooted these people from their homes and stranded them in the middle of no where, crying voices begging for answers to that question, the occasional attempt at a friendly chat that was left on red, the usual. The Rakatans had been silent, refusing to speak to the former slaves, but they heard every word. They recorded every call, they documented every syllable. They knew that the slaves wouldn’t forget about them, likewise they knew they could never forget about the slaves, their minds wouldn’t allow it. So they prepared for war, and the gassing of their own slave population was the first step.
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>>4280 Blah blah blah, the Republic gets made around this time, the Bosthirdan slaves rally around the local warlords that led their uprisings, blah blah blah, identity crisis, midlife crisis, too many different species locked in a cage together leading to race wars, communism, Frankenstein remote-controlled radio waves from the gangster-police frankenstein WORLDWIDE conspiracy inputting violent notions of social cohesion and quelling your natural thoughts to bludgeon the twigger next door with a pipe replaced by the overpowering urge to replace your arm with a fully automatic fifty cal, that type of shit. The insanity brewing on Bosthirda was smashed in one swift move by a number of forward thinking ex-slaves who saw the writing on the wall and sought to unify the former slaves by any means necessary. Impassioned speeches regarding the holiness of technology, adoration of toasters for having no weakening notions of superiority or inferiority based on their outward chassis, and the all consuming spite the slaves held for their long-deceased masters and the chance to inflict pain and suffering upon their still-breathing kin (Rakatan kin, they were also more than happy to jump at the chance to slice eachother’s throats, bellies, and heads open) ignited a fire within the Bosthirdan “people’s” (“Slaves, including former slaves, aren’t people” – Domoru Krev, shadow hand of King Hakagram Graush) and a unified spirit manifested within the ex-slave population. Or at least that’s what they wrote down in their history books, in reality a cult of toaster-fuckers took control of the automaton armies and annexed gang after gang of feuding Bosthirdans, integrating the more open-minded into the cult and opening the minds (well, at least the brain pan) of their dissenters and replacing it with complicated widgets and gizmos, servitor’ing them and making them into mindless cannon fodder. They’d repeat this process across the planet, and then they spread it across the other worlds nearby Bosthirda, eventually indoctrinating everybody into their freakish communist cyborg cult. Then they began focusing on revenge, inventing FTL drives (after the Corellians, Duros, and Devaronians had figured it out. Dumb commies) indoctrinating the youth and preparing to wipe the rakatans off the face of the galaxy, and then they’d move on to the Sith, who’d killed their colony ships attempting to leave the Stygian Caldera. Just for the timeline’s sake this is also around the time that Tulak Hord began his jihad into the interior of Sith space, establishing the Zorfe Trete, Kamat Aegit, and going on to find the Dromund system where his conquests ended at the hands of his apprentice, but that’s a story for another day. (Tulak was inspired by a variety of sources to expand inside of Sith Space, spacer tales of ancient civilizations lurking within it being one of them. Ironically enough had he started from Korriban and moved up he probably would’ve found them) Now where was I, oh yeah cyborg cunts. Unaware of the Sith’s newfound (and accidental) proximity to them, (afterall the Dromund system would be forgotten about after Tulak Hord’s death and the Sith were busy having a civil war and undergoing a massive cultural shift to waste crucial time exploring that would be better spent murdering rivals and seizing their assets) they began their holy robo crusade in earnest, inventing hyperdrive tumbling (tumbledrives, basically stumbling your way into hyperspace, wobbling around, and hoping your small inertia dampening cabin doesn’t spontaneously malfunction. Must less effective AND efficient than true hyperdrives, which jump and slide into hyperspace) and using it alongside partially corrupted star maps (the rakatans tried and failed to destroy all of their star charts to deny the revolting slaves an easy time escaping the hellhole known as the Stygian Caldera) to hunt down the water world system by process of elimination, they knew the rough direction it was in and were forced to check star after star for them. Lucky for them, the rakatans came to them. Utilizing significantly better hyperdrives (carefully developed and cautiously tested, to ensure that the creator’s rival hadn’t somehow turned the thing into a fusion bomb or anything as they were known to do) and complete star charts they waited for the alarm to be sounded at the listening posts they’d established decades ago, swooping in and annihilating the primitive cyborg ships. The robo-lenin in command wasn’t particularly perturbed when news came that a number of their ships had gone silent, he took it as a sign that they were finally moving in the right direction. The Bosthirdan droid-enthusiast expedition fleets went from a couple of vessels to condensed armadas, after the rakatans had kindly pointed them in the correct direction they narrowed their search and began moving out in force, beginning a slow but steady march towards the neo-Rakatan homeworld. Said march was constantly interrupted by the appearance of Rakatan ships, who didn’t play nice at all. The Bosthirdan ships utilized mass driver carronades, short-barreled cannons that tossed explosive shells that ripped apart a ship’s hull like me and BBQ pork. The Rakatans had updated their ship design and naval doctrine to account for this, going all in on particle shields that could stop a salvo dead in it’s tracks and overpowered engine units that could skate by broadsides, all while using long-range toys like torpedoes and condensed beam weapons that tore though the borg’s ships like my dick through your mother. But the borgs had one thing the rakatans didn’t: time and resources. It didn’t matter to them if they had to rip apart their moon, the nearby planet, and scoop fuel off of every star in the sky, it didn’t matter if they started planet-cracking, it didn’t matter to them if they released greenhouse gases, if it meant they were one step closer to finishing what they started on Bosthirda. They were out for blood, and nothing would stop them.
I'm getting sleepy and I write terribly when I'm afflicted by that particular debuff, goodnight anons I'll finish this up and explain why it matters tomorrow.
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I didn’t intend for this to become a great big autism fit so let’s rehash this B and condense it down into bit size chunks, ya dig? <What’s the point OP you drug addict There’s a few actually >Fleshing out shit I’m going to split this into chunks for the sake of brevity, I’m basically tracing the lines of a spiderweb for you right now. <Rakatan Remnants >A cautionary tale for the Sith, (every faction is really) a dire warning for what may happen if their ambitions and brutality go too far, the Rakatans paid the ultimate price for their crimes. When you poke the Force, it pokes back. >These Rakatans represent the failures of their species and the consequences accrued by them, nobody knows how or why the Force left them but it did. And when their one advantage left them, look what happened to them, without the Force they became nothing. This is a lesson the Sith will grapple with, and ultimately fail to learn, as all Force-sensitives tend to. >These Rakatan also delved into technological fields the Sith could learn from, incredible advances in shielding, electronic weapons, biological weapons, stealth field tech, and other areas that I’ll reference later on. >Not to mention all of their starmaps, charts, and astrological mapping techniques that would help the Sith improve their already effective methods >Plus it explains why the Rakatans just stopped fucking with the Sith after a single setback, they didn’t do that at all and were actually planning an extensive operation to nutkick the Sith for embarrassing them, and it would’ve been a glorious avenging of their shameful defeat had unforeseen events not occurred like the Force genociding your people and then ignoring your text messages when you want to Force push a tide of bloodthirsty slaves. >And finally, it gives the Sith a haunting closure with the Rakatans, who came so close to enslaving them and destroying their prideful culture, while also disturbing their dreams at night with nightmares of a world without the Force, and being forced to face the consequences of their actions. <Cyborg slaves >Another chilling tale and a dire warning, this time it’s about what’s gonna happen if you mistreat your essential workers, cause them to despise you, and then get caught with your pants down. >The Sith aren’t exactly novice slavers, they’re masters of the careful art of whipbearing, but the point remains. >The Sith are in a dangerous position, they’ve always been outnumbered by the enslaved but never before have they been forced to rely on their lower class so much, with so few Sith remaining and their fateful clash with the Republic proving that they could no longer rely on their Force-touched caste to win wars. >These ex-slaves were proof that immense potential dwelled within the shackled class and that the Sith would be eventually forced to kill them all or create a more effective system >Said system would ultimately be partially inspired by the toaster-boners who used dogma, religion, and the occasional lobotomy to ensure loyalty to the state, lucky for the Sith, they already had a cult around Vitiate, all they had to do was reinforce it in every aspect of the Empire and find a way to divide the lower classes, uplifting bloodlines that displayed loyalty and excellence while not directly punishing those that didn’t, leaving that duty to their own inner monologues to chastise themselves for their failure. >tl;dr the cyborgs reminded the Sith about the dangers of slave revolts, graciously maintained and constructed countless manufacturies, and helped hammer in basic “faces of power” lectures into their skulls. Basically they helped inspire and reinforce the already existing Sith Cult around Vitiate >Plus they had a thing for tracked vehicles and slugthrowers, which would go on to inspire Sith vehicle designs for the GGW and their tendency to outfit sithspawn hordes with slughthrowers as a funny inside joke <Bugs >”Inbuzusk-sarau,” the fruits born of failure. Or born of treason, the Sith don’t distinguish between those two concepts. >This is what happens when you bite off more than you can chew and then suddenly your teeth fall out >This is what happens when you fuck up BADLY and instead of killing your mistake, you throw it at your enemy hoping they’ll kill eachother, and instead you only make the problem worse when said problem just decides to adapt to your pesticides and then unleash its own chemical warfare on you and unconsciously declare a generational race war against you and everything else that isn’t it. No they’re not sentient, but damn clever if you let them adapt >Just like a slave revolt, the Sith’s alchemized monstrosities are potentially a ticking time bomb of their own making, and just like metaphorical slave chimp outs, the Sith must adapt in order to avoid making the Rakatans’ mistakes. >Sithspawn are uniformly killing machines not good for anything else, what would happen if they could no longer control them? Even worse, what would happen if they could no longer kill them? >tl;dr it’s another Terentatek situation, you make something that you know will eventually turn on you, have the foresight and IQ to know where to stab it when push comes to shove, better yet engineer a weakness for you to exploit, and ensure it’s children don’t evolve around it. >Oh yeah other references. The bugs are related to a variety of topics, I’ll start listing them >Sithspawn philosophy, doctrine, and laws >The bugs are also responsible for what would become the Necroswarm Colony project, an empty Wookieepedia article about a throwaway Sith biological weapon nobody cared enough to flesh out. I’m fixing that >The bugs also have a connection to Kun’urk Wyr, the Sith name for the rakatan water world, which I’ll be talking about soon. I’ll go into more detail about it there And if I'm namedropping the necroswarm I might as well add that last image as a hint
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>>4284 Also here's a peak behind the Wizard of Oz schizophrenia curtain. I've put more work and thought into Sith words than they really deserve but hey Nan = Insect/Carapace/Exoskeleton/Chitin (nan was borrowed from Druhir, more connections later) Zusk = Born (ripped from Hadzuska) Inbu = fruit/embryo/flower (Sumerian) sarau = failure/treason/disobediance (Sumerian based, actual word is 'sararu') makut = weakness/morals (ditto) hyal = craving/hunger uruk = creation/monument (ripped from Zuguruk but there's a rabbit hole involved, Uruk actually is a real word meant to describe a bronze age era Sumerian temples, ceramics, and polished surfaces) zug = worker/creator (the remaining part of Zuguruk) Itsu = Chain Phrases begin here Itsuruk, full name Makutitsuruk, the weak bringers of chains Kotsi-sarau = The broken and weak official phrase: Inbuzusk-sarau Faction names Bugs = Nan'hyal OR Inbuzusk-sarau "The insects that crave/the hungry insects" or "The fruits born of failure" that second one is more of a general phrase meant to mock the tainted works of fuckups, but it's never been more appropriate than here Illuminates/squids/Rakatans = Itsuruk OR Kotsi-sarau "The chain bringers" or "the broken and weak" the second refers to the Rakatans encountered by Vitiate's Empire Cyborgs = Yakchatwo'itsu'tash, or Jorn'grotthu The first phrase means "(those that) traded one chain for a lie" referring to the Bosthirdan slaves breaking their chains only to create a cult that enslaved them, and the second just means "the iron slaves" with Jorn being the phonetic version of the Icelandic word for Iron
I sorta blew my load there and it took me a bit to get my spit back up. But we’re back at it. >quick tl;dr >The Infinite Empire didn’t take the ass kicking King Adas gave them sitting down, instead they began colonizing a number of stars deeper into the Stygian Caldera (out of the Sith’s influence and grasp) to plan a second invasion. >Things were going really well until the Force plague that decimated the entire empire snaked its way into the Rakatan holdings in Sith Space. >The Rakatans quickly found themselves completely fucked when they could no longer use their FTL drives (which were Force-based) and a number of complex technologies who’s Force-based tech had been taken for granted. Their most powerful weapon taken from them and their forces unable to travel from star to star at anything resembling an acceptable time frame, slave revolts soon erupted when the servants realized their masters’ weakness. >The most important industrial world of the Rakatans soon fell to the slaves, who then realized their own isolation and spent most of their time torturing the few remaining Rakatans on the world, using long-range communications systems to tell the surviving rakatan worlds they’d slap them around and fuck their mothers like your average online conversation, and of course have destructive race wars due to the (ex) slave population’s very diverse population. >The former forced factory workers’ generational long Necromunda-tier gang wars between each species were put to rest when a gang of communistic toaster fuckers crushed all of the gangs one at a time, forced them to join their own community at gunpoint under threat of lobotomy and subsequent fodder duty, and eventually they united the entire world (and space station) and began their plan to annihilate the rakatans. >The remaining rakatans devolved into paranoid fits after hearing their brethrens’ tortured screams over the Xbox live radio chatter (and, y’know, most of them dropping dead to a mysterious coof and the survivor’s inability to levitate objects with their brains anymore) so they took a number of sensible actions such as hiding from their slaves, (who were mostly janitors, artisans, entertainers, and other prissy retards as the rakatans here basically lived in Atlantis if Atlantis was an underwater fortress made for self sufficiency and for being practically impenetrable from an invading force, with advanced droid labor out the ass since they’re a better investment than slaves who need training, feeding, sleep, and only live for a hundred years on average) showering luxuries on their already pampered slaves to make them as fat and lazy as the humans in Wall-E, then gassing said slaves just to be sure after they were 100% certain they were thoroughly sedated by yummy food and all the estrogen produced by their impressive fat supply >Then the former-rakatans newly born anxiety wretches began chasing the illusion of Force-sensitivity and power, inventing strength-enhancing gloves using advanced repulsorlift tech and mighty servos, perfecting personal shielding technology, repulsorlift chariots to kick ass from, and long-range hyper-lethal zap guns to keep themselves from having to get their hands dirty. Also a massive army of 3-legged war droids, which are shielded well and capable of unleashing a torrent of nervous system frying electricity THROUGH their bulwark of shields, and of course stealth technology advanced enough to resemble Force stealth techniques (while ultimately being inferior to them) and of course they invented the hyperdrive (a few centuries after everyone else did of course, they were busy with pressing local matters like creating a new generation of mindless CRISPR test tube babies for droid overseer and maintenance duty (overseeing the maintenance drones maintaining the droids) and bodyguard/companionship as the neo-rakatan’s paranoia eventually turned them against eachother. >The only thing stopping an all out civil war between the neo-rakatans was the sobering knowledge that all of their biological weapon labs had A) been forced to terminate their experiments for their own safety and were now waiting for a ride home (for a few hundred years) or B) had gone radio silent after their pets presumably breached containment and slaughtered everybody. Scenario B had occurred within the same system as these neo-rakatans, and this combined with the knowledge that the former slaves had gotten awfully quiet lately helped them remember that they had outside threats who were a whole lot scarier than their petty internal squabbles. >This worry was entirely vindicated when the borgified ex-slaves invented hyperspace tumble-drives (hyperdrives but more dangerous, unreliable, and slower, because communists can’t do anything right) and were coming for them, evidenced by their listening posts reporting objects entering the systems covered in tachyonic particles, right before said listening posts stopped talking at all. >blah blah war, borgs have big numbers but have laughably shitty tech, neo-rakatans can’t compare number wise >neo-rakatans see the writing on the wall, decide to put the uncontrollable Force-mutant bio weapons to use >neo-rakatans use bug colonies to protect their listening posts, and more importantly their planetary weapon systems, from ground invasions, letting the discount BORGs and arthropod legion slug it out while they hide in extremely, extremely dense bunkers (to stop the bugs that burrow) reinforced with acid-proof external layers to ward off the insect’s other excavation tool.
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>queue the neo-rakatans pulling this trick on every important border and fortress world they can (cyborg hyperdrives having limited, predictable ranges and their shoddy design only allowing them to make brief star-to-star jumps) space stations bristling with long-range weapons and shields backed up by planetary weapons, the space station is anvil and the terrestrial missile silos are the hammer, while the station (and backup outposts planetside) sound the alarm for neo-rakatan fleet patrols to show up and help kick ass or garrison nearby stars in case the borgs try to run the blockade. >This generally works very well. Except in those green places on the map. >Constant fighting between borg, bug, and neo-rakatan (who have to clean the bugs off of their silos’) leads to the bugs extremely fast adaption to hyper evolve new traits and subspecies to counter every threat to the hive, borg attempts to trick bugs by using the same pheromones and vocalizations the insects use to communicate in order to gain access to a hive and burn it to the ground leads to surviving bugs bringing information to the other hives, and while the bugs aren’t too bright they’re more than capable of correlating weird bioforms showing up and the total destruction of a hive after it happens more than once, leading to more elaborate insectoid ciphers which lead to borg bug-extermination squads getting exterminated. >If the ground-sniffers detect weird, disk-shaped stones just below the surface, and then the group of warrior forms march on top of said strange rock field before spontaneously exploding, the hive realizes 2+2=4 and that it’s a better idea to let the drones have the honor of blazing a trail through the minefield than the more valuable insects. And when the strange rocks miraculously reappear, it makes sense to send in the drones to clean it up, and then have a clutch of warriors sit around to find out who’s replenishing the field of fire rocks. When said warriors get vaporized by a horde of 3-legged and extremely hard to digest creatures from another hive, it makes sense to clear the minefield, burrow out a few spaces for warriors to sit in while the clutch of bait bugs above attracts the attention of the pale-shelled foreign hive again, luring the 3-legged white devils in before surging out of the ambush pockets to kill them all. >think of tyranids but more crab and lobster like, and not nearly as advanced. (yet) >Queue neo-ratakan and cyborg freemen scratching their heads at the new no-man’s-land that exists between, and around, their borders. >Queue the massive surge of naval growth and development when they now realize that neither side is going to be able to rely on ground battles anymore since the other’s more than capable of effectively closing off planets so than neither side can effectively use their resources. >Queue rapid expansion away from eachother (and subsequent raids against one another’s colony ships) as both sides seek to create the biggest, meanest navy to exterminate the other, all while carefully toeing the line between remaining hidden from the Sith (who both sides have encountered and been BTFO’d by) and still finding new star systems to gut for their military-industrial interests. This became the state of affairs for a long ass time, long enough for the Sith’s fractured empire to unite, fracture again, become united by the Graush dynasty, then “pass” on the reigns to the Jen’jidai, and then the new breed of Sith Lords to continue their ancestors’ legacy by continuing the cycle of fracturing the empire before uniting it again. The scariest thing to happen to our two warring micro-nations would be named Tulak Hord, who broke the Sith tradition of expanding outwards from the Stygian Caldera (where the starlanes are much safer and travel is easier, thus making expansion easier) and instead looked inwards, hoping to cement his name in the history books by being the first Sith lord to dive into the dark depths of the Stygian Caldera and conquer these shadowed worlds and bring them into the fold. He started from Ch’hodos and went south, forging the Zorfe Trete and Kamat Aegit before stopping at Dromund Kaas, which he thought was the heart of the Stygian Caldera. With a new series of star maps painting in the blood of those he encountered and thus conquered during the first step of his field trip, (including a few outposts of borgs and neo-rakatans, but Tulak encountered so many new disgusting species to enslave that they were barely worthy of a footnote, especially as how the neo-rakatans had evolved enough to scarcely resemble the horrific chain-bearing conquerors that the Sith had narrowly defeated so long ago) but before Tulak Hord could finish his dream by carving out and mapping the rest of Sith Space, uniting each of the five holy worlds of the Sith with internal hyperlanes to unclog the unbearable space traffic jam known as the Nache Bhelfia, his entire expedition destroyed itself when his efforts to secure his own future by killing his most powerful allies led to him being distracted long enough for his seemingly worthless apprentice to stab him in the back, leading to another Sith civil war and all of the worlds of the Zorfe Trete and Kamat Aegit falling back into obscurity, and thus vindicating the Sith’s general belief that every world that wasn’t touched by the Nache Bhelfia to be thoroughly cursed and thus worthy of being shunned, a belief that dated back to Sorzus Syn as it is widely considered her trip to Dromund Kaas (in the Book of Sith she comments about being there) being the source of her murderous plot to kill Ajunta Pall and establish the Eradicator Cult, with the unlucky curse of the internal worlds casting its spell on her. This served the 2 warring micro-nations very well as Tulak Hord came scarily close to their own territory, and a united Sith incursion was the absolute last thing they wanted.
Stopped writing for a bit, had a baker's dozen important things to do outside of this stuff. But I'm back
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https://hooktube.com/watch?v=NiY4KTIoXi4 thread theme, important for later Back at it. I just checked my odt file that I pretype all my posts in, we’re at >155,000 characters now, that’s a really big number but it honestly doesn’t feel like enough. This is also at 36 pages using size 11 calibri font. One thing that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately is references, inspiration, and allegories. I’ve spent a lot of time and brainpower (for me that is) thinking of ways to shortcut the writing process by referencing both real life cultures and events alongside fictional ones, drawing inspiration from them to help me write. I think I’ve done more autistic research to help flesh out the Sith than I have for any other project. Let’s start from the top. And no I’m not even gonna mention the Egyptians, leave me be niggas. And I’m not mentioning the Sumerians who’s words I regularly use to add to the Sith lexicon as I’m not really referencing their culture or history to the same degree as the ones on this list. I guess that was their honorable mention >Spanish You ride or die niggas that’ve been with me for a while will remember back when I made my case for why the SWTOR Sith/Imperials should’ve had Spanish accents rather than angloid ones. I did not forget, in fact I’m expanding on the Spanish connections more. First off Hernan Cortes was a real nigga so don’t come at me for a tustle I’ll bust your lip youngbull, second of all the Zealot troopers (more on them later) were partially inspired by Tercios, spiritually that is; Tercios were the badass foot sloggers the Spanish created in order to help translate the lessons in war they learned during the Reconquista to the rest of Europe with fire and sword, infantrymen armed and proficient with sword and pike (and later on guns, that’s when they really shined) who could be thrown at any problem and succeed wonderfully. These guys weren’t jack of all trades, they were master of all and second to none. It’d take the rest of Europe a very long time to figure out how to one-up them, in other words, it took till the Swedes got their own ball rolling before the Tercios finally met their match. So keep that picture in your head: elite infantry capable of handling any situation and not just excelling but dominating anything you put in front of them. -sidenote, just like Tercios, Zealot troopers MUST have wives and children, loyalty to the Sith and the Empire isn’t enough, having deep roots and a massive stake in the protection of said empire is a necessity for creating the ultimate soldiers. This is just an example of me building off the Tercio tradition of it’s men being cassanovas who aren’t allowed into the kool kid’s klub unless they go out and seduce women. That’s not a joke More Spanish connections! The Sith are from a shitty desert planet with shitty agriculture, just like the kingdom of Castille. That’s partially a joke. The Sith also conquered a vicious jungle world and later on a mere colony (an abandoned one at that) would grow into one of the most important legacies of their old empire. Only to fall into obscurity in two minutes. If Dromund Kaas isn’t Mexico (with all the slaves, and less cartels and drugs) you can sue me and my friend Glock 19, you can deliver the paperwork directly to me. We’ll meet in the middle of the high desert beneath a rocky plateau, you’ll know it’s me because there’ll be a recently dug grave perfectly sized for your bitchass Threats against my exceptionally based and redpilled, also cool and handsome, audience aside, let’s keep going. I like the story of Spain’s colonial ventures, especially the tale of Cortes, and plan on referencing it as clunkily and hamfisted as I can for your benefit. I’ll also set up a dynasty that’ll be important later on at the same time, and it won’t be the one you’re expecting. A very important Spanish policy/institution/EU4 idea (that one’s a joke, it’s actually not referenced in the game, sadly enough) is the “Encomienda” system. Imagine a combination of serfdom and slavery for indians. The idea is that the Spanish crown would flex it’s power and monopolize the right to own slaves (specifically the ownership of tribes/tribal communities) and then hand out those rights as rewards and bribes. Technically this system first evolved during the Reconquista as a system for Iberian monarchs to do the aforementioned political maneuvers in their own feudal courts, handing out titles for muslim communities to their nobility. It truly came into its own though in the Spanish colonies, where not just nobles but anyone in the Spanish Empire could have the right to tax a certain collection of mudhuts bestowed upon them. The Sith version of this is largely the same, a way to hand the scraps of conquests to Imperials to reinforce their loyalties while also rewarding them, and subsequently for high-ranking Imperials (moffs) to reward their subordinates. Another vital element of the Encomienda system was that it was designed so that the burden of assimilating the muslims/natives would fall upon the Encomienda’s holder, rather than the crown, so that it would be their resources (and not the royal treasury) that went towards assimilating the locals, a very clever idea on all fronts. Now to go backwards in Spanish history while going forwards in the Star Wars timeline, the Sith’s reclamation of the Stygian Caldera can certainly be viewed as a Reconquista of sorts, especially after I’m done with it. And where there’s a reconquista there’s inquisitors, (guess what the Sith of this era have/are known for) and where there’s inquisitors there’s Torquemada. And, where there’s Spanish colonies, there’s Anglo privateers. We’ll talk about them eventually too, and ironically SWTOR actually gave me a lead here.
>Aztecs Yes, the Sith aren’t just the Spanish but are the Aztecs too. Human sacrifice, blood altars, dark temples in jungles, it’s all there. While sacrifice and bloodletting to the Aztecs had a noble end goal, the revival of the Sun so the world wouldn’t be stuck in jaguar land, (and so that rain would come and water their crops) the Sith have no such altruism. Sentient sacrifice to the Sith mostly revolves around Force-draining power from the (usually tortured) sacrifice’s pain and suffering, most importantly their death (as their last gasp, their dying rage, is the most intense moment of a sentient’s life and thus the most potent for draining) while also being a communal event and gathering for the lower classes who excitedly crowd the holoscreens and viewpoints to watch their masters gut their latest victims. This practice, like many others, has fallen out of favor for most of the Eradicator Cult, who typically abstain from such ceremonies and festivals to spend more time jacking eachother off in their sparring pits. Of course, they’re the first ones to sign up for the gladiatorial blood sports, so there’s that. Beyond the sacrifice bits the Sith also reflect the Eagle Warrior-Jaguar Warrior dichotomy, one being a noble and direct hero on the battlefield and the other a vicious, remorseless killing machine (Sith warrior VS Sith assassin, though I did chuckle a bit when describing the Sith warrior as noble, while some Eradicators and even a few non-cultists actually could be described as noble) but it’s repeated again with the Zealot Troopers and their imperial intelligence counterparts the Shadow troopers (Sith commandos on Wookieepedia) where one is a cool Tercio and the other is a space spetsnaz about to bring a world of hurt on Afghanistan, I’ll also be repeating the Eagle-Jaguar dichotomy very directly with a few characters, if you pay attention you’ll notice it. That or I’ll just tell you Now one last piece for you to chew on, the Sith’s version of the Eagle-Jaguar dichotomy can best be summed up as the clash between directness and subtlety, strength versus leverage. Can ya dig it? >Melniboneans (mel-nih-bone-ay-ins, I used to pronounce it “Mel-ni-bone-ee-ins” until a minute ago) The first fictional culture I’m referencing, notElf dark elves from the mind and world of Moorcock, the conquerors from the dragon isle that ruled the world for ten thousand years. Also a bunch of hedonist retards who eventually got sick of kicking ass and raping the locals and decided to stop leaving their island to steal the well earned riches of the younger kingdoms, instead they stayed at home, raping their slaves (and eachother on a special purge day) and growing into a bunch of decadent slack jawed knife eared morons. Then Elric shows up, and fucks off. Now I don’t plan on expanding upon the Sith’s hedonistic nature too far, not that I don’t have the stomach for it but just a lack of interest in talking about orgy day, or how slaves technically don’t have the right to consent therefore they’re always consenting, or about how good a nice drink of blood from your favorite skull goblet is, there’s more to talk about. The only important connections between the Sith and Melniboneans are that their upper class is a group of powerful sorcerers(/esses) with supreme power on those below them, massive egos, and staggering ambition. Somebody else on this list though will more than make up for the somewhat lackluster performance of the Melniboneans on this here list. >Kurosawa-I mean, Nips George Lucas’ love of Kurosawa films and samurai has bled into Star Wars quite a bit, and not even SWTOR was safe from it. From Tulak Hord’s armor looking more like a kabuto than Vader’s helmet, to the Sith literally having a weird neck gaiter hanpo hybrid, (Hanpo being the samurai half-mask) and lightsaber characters in the game occasionally adopting the chudan-something-kam-ee gook stance like Obi-Wan and Vader in ANH, the references are there and I’m not leaving them be. I already added the notHarakiri act, tying it to the shikkar, and making the act into a reversed bizarro version of the real life one, I’m also toying with the idea of a water lantern-esque (in terms of aesthetics) device the Sith invented for decoration and flexing purposes, a weak Force-attuned crystal (forged in a crystal crucible or imparted with vague Force sensitivity, not enough to be a focusing crystal but enough for the effect I’m going to explain) that glows in the presence of Force-sensitive individuals (or their blood, or areas strong with the Force like a Sith tomb, or when placed upon a blood altar, or blah blah blah) it’d be a neat bit of theatrics if a Sith wanted to use it to wow his slaves, leaving them in a darkened hall or square before having his presence heralded by a series of strategically placed lanterns, or maybe it could operate as an emergency warning for Imperials against Jedi, confident in their ability to sneak up on some goons since there’s no way they’d have an alarm tailor made to alert them to a Force user, right? Of course it wouldn’t work if they had any skill in Force stealth, but it could still be useful. Another idea is that the Imperial Reclamation Service would use them as Hot-Cold instruments to help hunt down the important chambers in Sith Tombs (or find hidden artifacts) by wandering around until the thing started glowing. That specifically gives me an idea. Thank you brainstorming session To wrap things up, the Sith are sort of the opposite of Samurai. In every way, they ignore the eight tenets and don’t give a fuck about bushido. They’ll do anything and everything to win, any dirty tactic, every cheap shot, they’re not just gonna use it as a last resort it’s gonna be first second third, you name it. This only makes it more ironic that the Eradicator Cult would develop a code of conduct similar to bushido, helping make the cult more cohesive and functional while also making them even more freakish and degenerate in the eyes of traditional Sith.
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>>4395 Nigger me forgot the images
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https://hooktube.com/watch?v=PbolqDrDyUo >mongorians Some fairly minor connections here, the Sith are intelligent conquerors (like the mongols were) and knew which villages to tame, and which villages to burn. They can be rather generous with their initial terms, but if you spit on their generosity you will pay dearly. Most of the mongolian connections actually play into the Sith/Tionese relations, and if you know my position on slavic Tions and if you pay attention to the Tionese trend you’ll know exactly where I’m headed with them. Beyond that, a few references, stolen names, (Sith having eastern barbar inspired names, Shar Dakhan, Hakagram Graush, Kressh, rough names, is kino and I now have access to shit like Khotun and Kublai, Naran Baatar, Khasar, Sartak, everything is going up) Also the Sith being masters of mounted combat’s on the menu. More on that later, it ties into another group on this list >Cold blooded killers (Druchii!) Now hear me out Slaver raiders with a strong naval tradition who were exiled from their home, harboring historical grievances with their former kin and burning with eternal hatred towards their now hated relatives across the pond. Not only that, but they are known for their ruthless pragmatism, cunning, cruelty, but despite all of that they still have sentimental and all too human love for their broken home’s traditions and the memory of their lost home only fuels their anger towards those that cast them out. Now on top of that, they’re a bunch of scheming, backstabbing niggers who love scantily clad women, slaves, and taming berserk monsters. Fits like a pair of gloves. I can go on about the similarities between the Sith and Dark Elves from Warhammer Fantasy, but I don’t need to, you get the idea. Now they partially tie into the mongols’ and their mastery of mounted combat with the druchii’s infamous Cold One knights. Why ride a horse when you could ride a >one ton dinosaur? Why ride a horse when you could be a pimp and saddle up a War Rhino like my man Shar Dakhan? Oh, and one very special connection between the Sith and the Druchii, I love Malus Darkblade to death and if you know much about him you will see it when I ape from him, just look at this armored vine cat and get your noggin joggin.
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Oh, honorable mentions. The Norse are also gonna get their time in the sun, ship people that stole everyone else's stuff and took slaves? Rings a certain bell. Also, the norse were deeply autistic about manhood and personal honor, honor meaning reputation as a slugger that takes no insult (Njalsaga is all about this topic, mostly about the drawbacks of such a society) and the Sith also are like this, only where the norse would get bumped by their neighbor, forget about it until their wife nagged them about it, sigh, and then go bury an axe in their neighbor's head (or just accept his apology) the Sith have long memories and actively refuse to forget slights against them. I'll also be referencing a number of sagas here and there, like Hrolfr Kraki's story, and Siegfried and the other Volsungs may have their moments ripped off too.
>the dark jedi were COLONIZING spanish I never rlly thought of it that way, always thought the sith were supposed to be ancient egyptions manly but (you) connecting all of their culture to other conquering groups is pretty cool actually and makes a lot of sense when I think about it.
>>4399 Auuugh starting to see the sith connection to aztecs as I remember naga sadows yavin temples.
>>4399 >>4400 Thanks boss man no suit no tie, more to come
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