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Recorded messages at the GenoHaradan camp
GenoHaradan first originated in KOTOR, and they're mentioned elsewhere in SWTOR but I always enjoyed their callback here, even if the way they were used wasn't ideal
Exclusive - The Sunken City
For what seems like months ago, Klora the Hutt and the Golden Masks had been at large terrorizing Coronot City. But finally rumors of their arrest have been circulating.
Following the Warehouse Massacre and numerous reports of fanatical resistance movements. It was rumored to be believed the Golden Masks and Klora fled underground into the vast labyrinth of tunnels beneath the city. With reports of gunfire down at the Treasure Ship Row entrance. It was authorities that sectioned off the sewers and the bounty was placed for Klora.
We here at Corellian News had the exclusive hands on report of what transpired. Following a group of intrepid volunteers to be suspected, compromising of Black Sun and Eyytyrmin Corsairs members. They ventured deep into the tunnels and eventually finding themselves upon the Sunken City.
Descending deep into the tunnel network from Treasure Row, the group's first step into Golden Mask territory merely foreshadowed their last. What was said to be a resistance was nothing more than a shell. Tunnels were collapsed, bodies piled and the stench of a massacre in the air. Who or what had done this remained a mystery, yet the further they got the greater the sacrifices. Few Golden masks remained and those that did would rather face arrest than keep down there. With no choice, the group battled forward before setting up camp. With more questions arising then answers. But the task still remained: Find Klora.
Setting off a day later, the group entered the Sunken City. Much of the old architecture remained intact along with working electrics. But much of the city was lost to the raising water levels. What transpired here, was never too clear. But what was, was the battlefield. The Golden Masks destroyed. Fires raged and much of the area had collapsed. The group was not alone though, as they ventured further they were stalked by none other than the Diagnoa. With it's thrashing tentacles and hideous stench, the group fought it off multiple times before taking refuge in one of the buildings.
But each one they did entered, only was filled with more sorrow. Golden Masks dead. Members such as Thomas Stump, of the Slums. Commander Riker. Each giving their own description and account of what happened but each pointed to a common threat: The GenoHaradan.
It was still unverified, but if the accounts were true. The GenoHaradan were there for a reason and covering something up. Or so the group thought. Carrying onwards with caution. They were able to find the stronghold of Klora, but up in flames.
Pressing onwards the group weary and exhausted from the long journey made their way into the stronghold. But yet again, were a step behind. Bodies littered, data corrupted and what looked like a fierce fight, was very one sided. The stronghold, Klora's haven. It's security battered, the group made their way further and further.
It was at the top floor, the Hostages. Missing girls where found in hysterics. They cried of demons who cut their way through the building and went in after Klora. With a sign of compassion, the group decided to get the Hostages out.
But passed on greater riches such as the Crystal Lady that they were described to have found and the Golden Masks arsenal.
Finding Klora was without victory though, for the Hutt was already dead and it was this moment that confirmed Rikers warning and what had transpired here. The GenoHaradan, be they fact or fiction had come. They had destroyed the Golden Masks and silenced Klora without remorse. What more, it was said that the GenoHaradan were there on orders. For all that they had done, what comes with the GenoHaradan is often the fall. Taking heed, the group decided now was the time to leave. The fighting and carnage caused had began to collapse the city.
The group fled for the exit and what seemed like a eternity they finally saw the dim lights of the city and it's stench. At the end of the tunnel they had reached. Relieved and alive. Or so they thought. Now stood before them, it was described to be the Four GenoHaradan and what occurred next was nothing short of disappointment. The GenoHaradan overpowered the group with ease and if not for the efforts of those involved and a keen sense of survival their story may have ended there and then. Battered and broken, the group made a last ditch effort and collapsed the tunnel between the GenoHaradan and themselves before escaping into the Corellian streets.
One survivor of the incident whom shall remain nameless had this to comment; "The whole place was falling apart and we ran for it. We nearly drowned and thought we were the only ones to make it out but there they were. Four of them. They didn't look like any Golden Masks I ever saw. They looked well prepared and stank of death. If I didn't know better I'd believe they really are Genoharadan. They didn't say much just opened fire. Ripped through us like we were nothing. Of all the fight sin my life, never before have I felt true fear and if it wasn't for one of the guys blowing a hole out of there. I don't think we would have made it out with the hostages. I hope to never live through something like that again"
What transpired in the Sunken City has authorities questioning. But what happens next, cannot be assumed. No further leads nor mention of the GenoHaradan has been heard of and following the collapse of the tunnels and Sunken City no evidence can be given to verify the groups story or claims. Authorities have dismissed questions about the alleged sighting and conspiracies, while the Prime Minister's office has not returned calls.
Authorities and Government have praised the actions of the group and now those rescued are now being given medical attention. Though with much of the testimony and talk being given second hand, much of this small tale like that of the Sunken City now. Remains buried with history.
Cal'ir Nemro, Corellian News.
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[ This Article has since been redacted on orders of the Corellian Government. Several misprints are noted throughout and we here at Corellian News apologize to our readers ]
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Who are they?
[The Golden Masks: A far right wing group. Young youths and the homeless. Seduced and indoctrinated by Klora the Hutt. He promised them revolution, to bring Corellia prosperous again and purge the foreign taint that lingers in it. They followed Klora with almost a zealot like nature. But ultimately were destroyed in the Sunken City by an unknown organization ]
[ The GenoHaradan: A mysterious organization, presumed more myth than real. The GenoHaradan are said to be everywhere. Embedded deep into governments and organizations. Known for their lucrative trade, no job is too small for the highest bidder. In past accounts the GenoHaradans involvement has said to been apart of the Subjugation of Bengat, Sacking of Bothawui, The Coruscant Assassinations and other high profile events. But they are but a fairytale among the fearful. ]
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Corellian History
[ The Sunken City: The Corellian City of Coronot was built upon centuries and centuries of history. As the Corellian System grew and expanded it's presence throughout the galaxy. So did their great cities. Building upon itself over time. The Sunken City or that below ground is the remnants of a bygone age. Now part of the labyrinth below ground. With the sewer system flooding in, the authorities have sealed off much of the underground due to the dangerous nature but some still find their way down there. ]
Holocast 64: Sociedades Secretas
Holocast 64: Sociedades Secretas, com @Beto_Gordo @metalgeisha @rafael_bezerra
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The Heart of the Guardian
I recently played Knights of the Old Republic for the first time and was completely blown away; I never expected a video game to affect me so deeply. After finishing it, I didn’t want to leave the world and the characters, so my solution was to write fanfiction. :) Spoilers ahead, of course.
Fandom: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic
Title: The Heart of the Guardian
Rating: T
Characters: Revan, Mission Vao, Carth Onasi, Bastila Shan
Relationships: Revan/Carth
Summary: In the aftermath of her battle with Malak, Revan realizes that she has one more secret that her crew ought to know.
Notes: Huge thanks to E.E. Giorgi for beta-reading.
Manaan. The word was a cool, round stone on her tongue. Her gaze rested on the horizon, where the neverending sea met a sky of equal parts blue and clouds. Even the weather won’t take sides, she thought. Not that it was unpleasant. The air was cool, but warmed by the tingling sweetness of kolto. The sea’s rumble eliminated silence, but dampened raised voices. And there was an odd thrill that came with seeing Sith and Republic soldiers walking past one another, shoulders rigid and jaws tight, each pretending that their sworn enemy was just part of the sleek and spotless cityscape.
But was she thrilled by the impression of peace, or by the knowledge that it was a dam about to burst?
There was something she had to do here. She couldn’t remember what it was, but her stomach fluttered with excitement and something else. Shame? She turned away from the ocean—or tried to. She couldn’t move. She pushed harder and was only met with stiffer resistance. Fear bloomed in her chest, transforming into a prickling sensation that poured through her limbs and turned her fingers into rods of ice. The smell of kolto, subtle a moment earlier, flooded her nose and throat. She gagged. The memory of what she needed to do came back in a flash of electricity, and the blue expanse dimmed into blackness.
“It’s ok. Please, be ok,” said a voice.
She became aware that her head was resting on something lumpy. Her eyelids were the first things that she regained control of. She pushed them upwards and found herself staring into a different blue vista: Mission’s face. Glancing around, she realized that she was nowhere near Manaan; she was lying on a bunk in the dimly lit crew quarters of the Ebon Hawk. The familiar buzzes and clanks thrumming through the walls told her that the ship was in flight.
“Mshunn,” was all she could push out through her contorted mouth. “Shummm,” she added, inexplicably.
“You’re back!” Mission put a hand against Revan’s cheek. Revan flinched; a Twi’lek’s touch would be warm to any human, but on Revan’s icy skin it was a torch.
“Sorry.” Mission’s hand retreated and she pursed her lips. Revan felt a sudden wave of affection for the girl; the wide, dark eyes in the narrow face of pearlescent blue, framed by the graceful drape of head-tails.
“D—don’t be sorry,” Revan managed to say. “Thank you.”
Mission shook her head. “Carth is the one to thank. He treated your injuries. The rest of us have just been taking turns watching. Whatever Malak did to you during that fight, it took a lot out of you.”
Revan glanced down at herself. She was mostly covered with a rough blanket, but the parts of her body that she could see were crisscrossed with bandages. Questions stampeded toward her from a distance.
“The others—”
“Are all in one piece.”
Revan frowned. “And Bastila?”
“She’s—we’re—keeping her in the cargo hold. Jolee and Canderous have an eye on her.” Mission paused, looking to Revan as if for approval.
Revan’s shoulders tensed, and she carefully studied the ceiling panels to block the memory of Bastila’s face: pale cheeks, flaming eyes, expressionless mouth. It occurred to Revan that whatever wounds were under her own patchwork of bandages would be the simpler ones to heal.
Mission glanced at the doorway and then leaned closer to Revan. “How does it happen?” Her voice sunk into a whisper with a glint of excitement hidden inside. “How does someone wake up one day and decide that they’re going to change everything they believe in? And then change again? I mean, not you personally, but the Jedi in general.”
Revan was unsure of whether her tongue would cooperate, but she had to try. It was a question she needed to answer, for herself as much as for Mission. If Bastila’s life was an existence in the light interrupted by a period in the dark, could her own life be a stretch of darkness with only a glimmer of light? And who could say whether Bastila was truly repentant? She couldn’t speak for the other Jedi, only for herself.
“Mission,” she began slowly, “I can’t say that I was never tempted by the dark side. There were times when I wanted more strength, more control. More credits, even.” Mission nodded, likely remembering the laborious and contentious process of selling off extra equipment for credits, most of which were then spent on medpacs. “The dark side would have made those things easier. To be truthful, it did make those things easier, those times that I slipped away from the Ebon Hawk in secret.” Mission’s head jerked back, but she said nothing.
“But do you remember what you said when you found out about my past?” Revan pressed on, her voice becoming steadier. “That you were loyal to who I am, not to what I had been before? More than anything — more than the Republic or the Jedi Code, or even stopping the Sith — those are the things that you remember when you’re given the choice. There’s someone out there who trusts you and has put their heart in your hands. Even if all the galaxy weighs against that, you’ll see which is greater.” But which was greater for Bastila? asked a voice in her mind.
A soft sigh came from the doorway.
“You!” Mission sprang to her feet.
Carth emerged from the shadows, both hands held up. “I just wanted to see how she was doing. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“So you just stood there eaves-dropping. Smart move, flyboy.” Mission stuck out her violet tongue.
It occurred to Revan that Carth had never looked so old. Or had he been old the whole time? She tried to recall how many gray hairs had been intermingled with the brown when their journey began. Lines were engraved on his forehead, and what had once been dusky stubble had grown into a full beard. Her right index finger stretched towards him, seemingly of its own volition. Before it could do anything further, he was crouching beside the bed with his hand over hers, carefully avoiding the bandaged areas. Mission, uncharacteristically, made no comment and stood to leave.
“No. Stay,” Revan said. “If you can.”
Carth looked from Revan to Mission, seemingly unsure about what he could say to either of them. He said nothing, which Revan thought showed a remarkable burgeoning wisdom. Mission sat back down.
“Before I woke just now, I was dreaming about the time when we were on Manaan,” Revan said. “Do you remember how the Sith and the Republic soldiers were so afraid to lay a finger on each other?”
Carth and Mission nodded, each appearing perplexed at the choice of conversation topic.
“Would it surprise you to learn that in the same city, a secret society was hiring bounty hunters to assassinate politically inconvenient targets?”
“Not really,” said Carth with ease. “There were a lot of things lurking under the surface of that place, as we saw.”
“Would it surprise you that one of the assassins was me?”
They both blinked.
“Sometimes bounties are put on the heads of criminals who can’t be brought to justice any other way,” said Carth, but his voice had acquired the familiar tautness of distrust.
“The man I agreed to assassinate was a terrorist by any definition. But he had already been captured, Carth. He was an unarmed prisoner in the Republic enclave. I made it look like his death — his electrocution — was an accident. If any Republic soldiers had suspicions about what happened, they looked the other way.”
Mission shook her head. “But so much has happened since we were on Manaan. Why are you telling us now?”
“I’m trying to answer the question you asked me. I didn’t wake up deciding that I wanted to kill a defenseless stranger. I killed him because I thought it would help the greater good. I killed him because I wanted the reward. I justified it to myself, told myself that he deserved to die, that he would die no matter what I did, and that I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Carth, didn’t you ever wonder where the credits came from when we bought all those blaster guns and lightsaber crystals?”
Mission looked at Carth, whose face was a mask.
“I guess there was too much happening for me to think of that, Revan.” His voice was quiet but she flinched when he said her name. He avoided using it, but seemed equally unwilling to continue using her alias.
Here were the two people that had been with her the longest. Their homes had been shattered and their families had been warped, but they’d allowed her to fill the voids that had been left behind. But now she had torn those wounds open again. What could she do, other than lie there hating herself for what she’d done, and hating herself more for confessing it?
“Revan,” he said again. She squeezed her eyelids shut, and was annoyed to find moisture burning underneath them. “I’ve been too scared to call you that,” he went on. He sounded soothing, musing, distant. “Too afraid that it would wake something monstrous inside of you.”
She opened her eyes. His image swam in front of her. “I can wake it on my own.”
“You can,” said Carth, “but that’s true for all of us. I know it woke in me when we fought Saul. When he was lying there defeated, I wanted to kill him as painfully as possible. I wanted to make him pay for everything he’d done to my family and my planet. And to us. But you stopped me.”
“What does that matter, if I can’t follow my own advice?”
Carth shook his head. “Whether or not it mattered to you, it mattered a lot to me. When you’re fighting against the dark side, it’s hard not to be touched by it. It touched both of us. I think the difference is that I had someone there to remind me of what I was fighting for.” The rough warmth of his hand pressed against her more tightly.
“You’re just like the rest of us, Rev,” said Mission. “Well, not just like us, because of the lightsaber and all that. But you’re not a droid who’s controlled by the Jedi code. You’re not controlled by anybody. You’re always going to make your own choices. Maybe you won’t always be proud of them, but that doesn’t mean you won’t have other choices to make, or that we won’t be there to help you. Unless you do something really bad. Like asking Canderous to tell another war story.”
Revan snorted, which made her lungs hurt. Her mind had, at last, settled on a course of action. Her anxiety towards it was as strong as her conviction. “Will you take me to Bastila?”
Carth hesitated. “Right now? You’re in pretty bad shape. She’s not going anywhere.”
“But she needs to know that she’s not alone. She needs that as much as I do.” More than I do.
Carth wisely refrained from arguing. Mission pulled away the blanket, and Carth eased his arms under Revan’s back and knees. She swayed with his stride as he carried her through the hallways, and she thought of Manaan once again. The ocean was as vast as love and as deep as regret, and whatever lay beyond its horizon was as unknowable as the future that lay before her. But for now, she had the people around her, and for them—for each of them—she would fight anything. Even herself.
Episode 60 Commentary
The main purchases from Suvam were two lightsaber color crystals. Now, ordinarily, color crystals only change the color of the blade and there's no mechanical difference between blade colors. These two crystals are special, though, which is why Jan paid around forty thousand credits for them. They're PC-only (or XBox update), only available after you get all four Star Maps, and what they do is modify the effects of all the other crystals. And by 'modify,' I mean 'pump them full of adrenaline and cocaine.'
Episode 33 Commentary
So that's the bulk of the explanation we're going to get on the Genoharadan. It seems like a shame to me that Bioware's major contribution to the setting so far is just so painfully generic. THough perhaps that's the wrong way to look at it. I've heard KotOR variously described as 'the best Star Wars game,' and 'more like Star Wars than the movies.' And Star Wars itself is fundamentally a pulp story. One that's very formulaic, but enjoys the formula, unlike the usual Hollywood summer films. From that perspective, the inclusion of an ancient conspiracy of meddlers is very appropriate. And I'm practically showing you more of the Genoharadan than of the main quest, so obviously I enjoy it greatly.
I do have to wonder though, if the player is meant to take it seriously, or whether those Jedi scholars are right, and the Genoharadan really are just a small fish in a vast ocean, with massive delusions of grandeur. Either one works, I think. Why it can be a better Star Wars story than the original movies, then? Fundamentally, it's because every playthrough can take on the aspects of a different pulp story. As the player-created character, you can follow Luke (pure Light-sided), Han (some morally questionable acts, but ending Light-sided) or as an villan-protagonist, which is something the original movies didn't present. The prequel trilogy arguably tried to make Anakin into a villain-protagonist, but they're more about his becoming a villain, with him as the protagonist. KotOR actually gives you the opportunity to be a complete monster, without asking you why you're so horrid. That's the one angle Bioware didn't really cover well: the insidious evil. You can take all sorts of short-term benefit actions to your benefit, but in terms of longer-term schemes, the options are somewhat lacking. But that itself is more of a symptom of the reactive nature of protagonists, not really a failure on Bioware's part. They could have done it better, but if they had we might have been left with something looking more like KotOR 2. Most of the Genoharadan gear is pretty good. The blaster is accurate but not terribly damaging, and is certainly the weakest item of the set. The gauntlets give +4 Strength, so they go straight on Canderous, and won't come off. The vibroblade is pretty good, with a chance to poison the opponent, and Jan'll be using it for a while. Actually, that's something I haven't touched on yet. Why is Jan using a lightsaber and a vibroblade in combination? Why not two lightsabers, or a double-bladed lightsaber like Bastila? (Single saber is pretty terrible, and the only ones who should be using it are Consulers, who just destroy things with Force powers instead). From a visual standpoint, it's distinctive. I can't think of a single character who uses lightsaber and vibroblade in combination. As we'll find in the endgame, vibroblades can do some truly impressive damage if you have the right ones. In fact, I remember sitting back in my chair, flabbergasted that my vibroblade was doing more damage than my lightsaber. Lastly, it makes sense from a narrative perspective. It's remarkably hard to use a lightsaber subtly. Jan can slit throats with a vibroblade without worrying about the light giving her away. Besides, you never know if you'll go up against pure cortosis, shorting out lightsabers completely.
F, P, S :)
oh noes, someone beat you to F and S
but
P. Why I hate school.
i miss school, actually. i had the whole world at my feet and was so naive. i thought things would be easy. it's funny what real life is like, and how it's so much harder than what they tell you.
but i guess, at the time i hated it because of the cliques and people i didn't like.
i had a really pretty good class though. my graduating year only had about 22 people in it.
i legit went to classes with two students. my chemistry class consisted of me, my friend Lee, and the teacher.
the last year or two of high school was great :P
