Have some drunk Trooper and Aric.

I have no idea wtf I’m doing. Why did I write this.  I’m sorry if Aric is out of character.

Also unlike in “Firsts” I have just bullshit my way through Ash’s Tusken. I don’t know wtf she’s saying I just tried to make it sound similar to what I did know.

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The backstory for my Dragonborn. I felt like writing it after playing through Dawnguard.

Eh, this is mostly just the defining moments of it rather than the whole detailed thing.

EYE RELATED TRAUMA FOUND WITHIN.

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> Join Wattpad at parental suggestion

> Go to publish first chapter of science fiction 

> Suddenly become incredibly self conscious of first chapter

> Go do something else to put it off

• How To Be Productive by Kail

In which Kail shares some of her ridiculous ideas and messy notes.

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• The Plasma Bow

Basic build: Built from light and strong metals, synthetic material used for the string. Special current runs through the synthetic material to charge the shots.

Now is the shot in question a physical arrow or a pellet that dissolves into an arrow shaped energy bolt?

The pellets could be microscopic and fit inside the bow itself by the hundreds/thousands? Fixes the problem of carrying a heavy load of physical arrows.

Maybe assassin units have toxic pellets and less destructive power in their bows making them almost silent in comparison to front line bows?

The pellet in question is ejected from the centre of the bow and suspended in a kinetic tube projected by it. It’s held next to the string and subjected to the current, dissolving it into the arrow shape.

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My haphazard wonderings from my notebook scribbling.

AT THIS POINT I’M JUST GOING TO GLOSS OVER THE GUN THING, SHRUG AND JUST SAY “THEY JUST DIDN’T INVENT GUNS, HEY LOOK OVER THERE IT’S A PLOT!”

So I had some discussion with at least two friends about the Talinth leaders and government. This was mostly sparked from one of the friends questioning how sincere the Talinth leaders would be compared to our own leaders.

Needless to say I got frustrated and angry and stewed in some mysanthropic feelings for a bit.

But it did get me thinking.

The Talinth government is more or less a form of Deliberative Democracy. The major clan leaders and the leaders of the few subclans beneath them frequently come together and discuss the ruling of their civilization at large, what laws to pass, what direction their people should go in.

Now when the Unification Act came into play, I’m thinking that a set of rules were put in place to ensure their new government would be able to fairly lead their people into the stars.

Those rules go as follows:

- No clan can be pushed out of the council without reason. Such as if that clan becomes a threat to the whole or attempts to unbalance the council in their favour.

- All opinions must be considered from each clan involved with the council to ensure the best one is found for the betterment of the Sahren. 

- If a clan is found to be swaying decisions in their favour they are to be ousted from their seat. If a clan is found to be setting another clan up they too are to be ousted. 

There certainly needs to be more of them but that’s what I have so far.

After this I wondered if those leaders would adhere to the rules on their own or if an enforcer type clan would be in place to make sure they remember those rules.

So now there’s an enforcer clan that needs a name and a leader. I figured it would be of mixed origin so there would be little in the way of favouritism, so it wasn’t built of an original bloodline but a group of devoted Sahrists hand picked from various clans and countries.

Name: Lusaro

Leader: Tarh’el Lusaro

Tarh’el is a stoic warrior of Lun’sahre in her eighth century, she and the rest of the Lusaro guard stand watch over the council chambers as the clan leaders discuss the issues of their civilization. 

 I’ll expand on it more, but for now that’s what I have. At least it’s in place.

My only other thought about the Lusaro is that their devotion to Lun’sahre is shown in a similar matter to Shenra in as much as they tattoo red ovals around their eyes. It is symbolic of Lun’sahre’s appearance in life.

This was prompted mostly from a recent review I got on my story “Trusting the Monster,” which shows the relationship between my pureblood sith warrior Qai’rha Askon and Crimmson’s imperial agent Solune Rauthaz.

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Since Kail’s laptop has been behaving for today she decided to write some shit involving her favourite species in WoW.

It’s pretty short. I just wanted to write this little scene alright?

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Ash wasn’t sure if it was obvious but no matter how hard she tried she could not sleep on the trip back to Coruscant. She lay awake with her mind racing and frozen at the same time, unable to think of anything yet harassed by a million thoughts.

She lay sprawled on her bed, everyone but 4X and N2 resting; 4X powered down on occasion to check his systems. 

Staring up at the ceiling provided no answers. She didn’t know what to make of her existence after being on Tatooine again.

“Thanks for teaching these pups a thing or two.”

“Don’t thank me for this. Don’t ever thank me for this.”

She hadn’t allowed the old man to respond, brusquely asking if they required anything else done. 

Her fingers curled into the sheets of her bed and she sat up, brows knitting in frustration. She never wanted to return to Tatooine ever again, not while her loyalties were demanded by someone else, not while she was still part of this broken, bloated ‘tribe.’

Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed she got up and stretched her body out, finding her hair tie and getting her hair out of the way.

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It was a lot more comforting than she felt it should be, wearing a helmet again in this desert heat. She’d finally relented to the urge and constructed one for herself during some downtime between missions. She’d wear it if only to keep the heat off her skin, she wasn’t a naturally dark person and growing up with her entire body shielded by thick coverings did nothing to change that. The sun had no mercy for a pale hide.

She made it recognizable with the rest of her armour, no matter how much instinct pushed her to make it personally familiar. Ghorfa coverings didn’t have comms and air filtering.

Regardless of her muddled feelings on what should be a simple thing, she was thankful for one aspect. It hid the anger and disgust on her face when she was asked to take the militia recruits of some pitiful trading post out and train them against the local tribe.

She was silent for only a few seconds but her mind raced, her heart felt like it twisted upon itself and her gut froze. She had so far avoided directly conflicting with the Ghorfa, a sense of loyalty to a life and culture she couldn’t return to. She wasn’t one of them any more, she couldn’t be; so who was she loyal to?

“Sir?”

Elara’s voice snapped her back to reality, “I’ll do it.”

The recruits were young pliant things who could barely hold a gun and Ash did not honestly see many of them surviving a fight against Ghorfa. She bit back her sneer at the boast over Vastil’s knowledge of the Ghorfa, she didn’t need his help to fight them; she knew them better than any of these clueless outsiders ever would.

They set out towards the overrun settlements and Ash could feel Elara’s eyes on her. She wondered if Elara felt bad when fighting Imperials, was Elara silently questioning her resolve to help the side she joined instead of the side she came from?

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