"[Character] fights in underground deathmatches to get money" yes ok but consider instead "[Character] plays Dance Dance Revolution competitively to get money" which is much funnier when your character is equally as miserable about it

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"[Character] fights in underground deathmatches to get money" yes ok but consider instead "[Character] plays Dance Dance Revolution competitively to get money" which is much funnier when your character is equally as miserable about it
Still very interested in the Long Exposure Contamination Sickness from the Hyperdrive engines.
Softshell engineers working in the engines of the Venator warships are a culture of their own, working weird shifts because theyre starting to lose a spatial concept of time and sometimes say a sentence backwards, or answer a question you were about to ask.
Or a question nobody asked at all - at least not recently. You might have asked Forego six years ago where you left your stylus, but you dont remember that when she blurts out "Its in your left sock, idiot" in the middle of the morning briefing.
You still keep it in your left sock, actually.
Stickler, Chief of Engineering, goes missing for twenty six standard hours and reappears in the deck seven rec room, eating a sandwich and gazing around wryly. No one saw him come in, he was suddenly just there, and he shrugs when questioned.
He's got a sense of humour about the whole thing, and reports to medical for a checkup to soothe any concerns; Space sickness, forgetfulness, maybe a side effect of the sleep aids he's been taking, which he smiles and nods and agrees to lower the dosage of.
His fingertips are stained blue and purple from the coolant used for the engines, but he is otherwise healthy - the air in the medbay fizzes for a few minutes after he leaves.
I think my main disappointment will be if Kenobi makes Obi-Wan seem very dignified and tormented when we all know that man is a disaster, still tormented. I want him drinking milk out of the carton in a bathrobe and crying i want him trying to learn origami and giving up because all of his paper cranes look ugly as shit and crying again
i think if you walk into the Wolfpack barracks when theyre on Coruscant and howl they will all open their doors to howl back and i think this is how Wolffe gets everybody up in the morning for breakfast
Love to think Din was having his sadgirl Staring Out The Window moment while everyone sitting around him was like is that a. A mandalorian . On my bus hOME-
The Meat Droids survive Order 66 and drift through the galaxy, blasting banned music and broadcasting into the black from a light freighter named Indignance. They’re something like a ghost ship for a long time - they arrive, broadcast from outer-atmo and vanish just a quickly.
There are constant rumors and legends about running into Indignance in the strangest places, and obviously they get more and more hyperbolic as time goes on. Every spacer has heard a story about an encounter with her or hearing her broadcast, and in a way she’s more of their legacy than The Meat Droids ever were on tour.
Her final verified broadcast is picked up by a small domestic transport shuttle travelling sublight between two moons - just the one song; Remember to Remember Me by Starship to Anywhere - set to loop. at the beginning of each loop, the same voice clip in accented basic; One more for the road. Thanks for listening - Indignance out.
The signal itself is being relayed by a comm satellite, and the Indignance herself is nowhere to be seen.
No one ever finds crash debris, or picks up any escape pods, and The Meat Droids vanish into tiny pockets of urban legend.
I really struggle to articulate my thoughts tbh but i'll give it a go because i keep coming back to this idea of the Clone Troopers being almost forgotten by the wider galaxy after the war and the rise of the empire, because Palpatine does such an effective job of terrifying people into being silent about the Jedi and their role in the republic, which is intertwined very heavily with the troops that they led. But you cant erase something like, say, a picture in a frame that you might find in your Mother's closet, of her and three smiling men with identical faces. They're old friends, she could say if you asked, and doesnt tell you much more, but when your uncles and aunt visit you in the summer they bring an album, wrapped in your uncles sweater at the bottom of their luggage, and dozens more identical faces grin up at you from the pages.
And i just like the idea that there's this secret little remembrance of the clone troopers before the order went out in the form of old photographs that are kept hidden away, or a scribbled "I O U for drinks! - Scrapper" note that was kept tucked in a wallet for years and years, or a piece of armour with a name painted out in careful letters and worn in memory of the man it was made for.
I think it would be cool to have a character who's self-determined mission is to gather and archive all of these little pieces of pre-empire history, evidence of the Troopers and the Jedi that fought alongside them, into one big gallery. And then maybe i think it would be fun if Kix runs into this character and has six different shades of breakdown
Fox sitting at his desk every evening spoogling (space googling) pictures of tooka kittens in funny costumes to try to force himself to feel An Emotion before he clocks out