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maskormenacelogs2017-05-22 05:23 pm
candor1) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-05-22 05:23 pm
the future is already here - just not evenly distributed
WHO: in order of appearance: Cassian Andor, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, Jyn Erso, K-2SO, Veronica Sawyer, Revan, Anakin Skywalker
WHERE: HOPE, De Chima #3, Revan's shop, somewhere between
WHEN: various (whenever's best for you?)
WHAT: All the stuff—work developments and CR developments and thematic schtick and usual R1 "why can't the universe be simpler" stuff…? Making a megalog instead of many indie ones to avoid commspam.
WARNINGS: (both in thread #2) the further adventures of Smutly O'Smuttington; then (ironically, but not unrelatedly) unintentional sex-shaming
0. Prelude…
Cassian has tabulated all the data he's so far received of their own galaxy's history. From every representative currently here, willing to talk to him, or not but having already contributed intel over open channels. He's written it up in such a way that will minimize ability to identify his sources. Patterns can be assessed, of course, but there's no delineation drawn between the primary source/anecdotal and what's recounted from later. (Only in Cassian's mind and Kaytoo's circuits to try and track… objectivity. If there can ever be such a thing in politics and history.
My work is not necessarily to identify objective truths. My work is to identify what enough people believe to be true. What we believe drives our choices and perceptions, which in turn form much of the reality around us. I need to understand these things so I can work with them toward what I hope might be higher truths.
…Again… in the absence of Draven, who knew who Cassian would actually try to emulate… but it was because understanding war as intimately as he did meant knowing how extreme the costs of avoiding it had to become in order to be less than the costs of embarking on it. But as long as that balance made one choice clear over the other, he would emulate Mon Mothma. And try everything else first.
Perhaps amassing this history is an act with that goal. Geared to those who seemed inclined toward war not in reaction to reality but in their own imagined reality, and/or for its own sake.
They'd tried to throw the futility of the Rebellion in Cassian's face.
The history might show the futility of all power-mongering.
So have an outline of their history. The Old Republic. The Separatist movement. The Clone Wars and how they ended. The rise of Empire. The rumblings of resistance. The onset of Galactic Civil War. The Rebellion's first major victory. …But how several decades later, either the Empire still exists or a new iteration arises. He knows the least about the last… and wants to find out…
It's obviously a work in progress. He would normally never submit anything other than a fully detailed and finished report to his superiors. …But this is not to (official, committed, allied) superiors. It's… something. Voluntary and…
It's an opening.
But Cassian hesitates. A player recognizes a player. And he knows he's particularly vulnerable to Count Dooku. …Unless he's particularly forewarned…?
He waits.
1. Heropa Organization for imPort Education [Kotetsu]
2. De Chima #003: housemates' morning after fallout [Jyn, Kay, Veronica]
3. De Chima #003: fallout-fallout [Kay, Veronica]
4. Maurtia Falls: droidcraft workshop [Revan]
5. Heropa or De Chima, a darkened street [Anakin]
6. …Conclusion [set up for June logging]
It decides him. Cassian sends two messages: one to General Grievous, and one to Count Dooku.
WHERE: HOPE, De Chima #3, Revan's shop, somewhere between
WHEN: various (whenever's best for you?)
WHAT: All the stuff—work developments and CR developments and thematic schtick and usual R1 "why can't the universe be simpler" stuff…? Making a megalog instead of many indie ones to avoid commspam.
WARNINGS: (both in thread #2) the further adventures of Smutly O'Smuttington; then (ironically, but not unrelatedly) unintentional sex-shaming
0. Prelude…
Cassian has tabulated all the data he's so far received of their own galaxy's history. From every representative currently here, willing to talk to him, or not but having already contributed intel over open channels. He's written it up in such a way that will minimize ability to identify his sources. Patterns can be assessed, of course, but there's no delineation drawn between the primary source/anecdotal and what's recounted from later. (Only in Cassian's mind and Kaytoo's circuits to try and track… objectivity. If there can ever be such a thing in politics and history.
My work is not necessarily to identify objective truths. My work is to identify what enough people believe to be true. What we believe drives our choices and perceptions, which in turn form much of the reality around us. I need to understand these things so I can work with them toward what I hope might be higher truths.
…Again… in the absence of Draven, who knew who Cassian would actually try to emulate… but it was because understanding war as intimately as he did meant knowing how extreme the costs of avoiding it had to become in order to be less than the costs of embarking on it. But as long as that balance made one choice clear over the other, he would emulate Mon Mothma. And try everything else first.
Perhaps amassing this history is an act with that goal. Geared to those who seemed inclined toward war not in reaction to reality but in their own imagined reality, and/or for its own sake.
They'd tried to throw the futility of the Rebellion in Cassian's face.
The history might show the futility of all power-mongering.
So have an outline of their history. The Old Republic. The Separatist movement. The Clone Wars and how they ended. The rise of Empire. The rumblings of resistance. The onset of Galactic Civil War. The Rebellion's first major victory. …But how several decades later, either the Empire still exists or a new iteration arises. He knows the least about the last… and wants to find out…
It's obviously a work in progress. He would normally never submit anything other than a fully detailed and finished report to his superiors. …But this is not to (official, committed, allied) superiors. It's… something. Voluntary and…
It's an opening.
But Cassian hesitates. A player recognizes a player. And he knows he's particularly vulnerable to Count Dooku. …Unless he's particularly forewarned…?
He waits.
1. Heropa Organization for imPort Education [Kotetsu]
2. De Chima #003: housemates' morning after fallout [Jyn, Kay, Veronica]
3. De Chima #003: fallout-fallout [Kay, Veronica]
4. Maurtia Falls: droidcraft workshop [Revan]
5. Heropa or De Chima, a darkened street [Anakin]
6. …Conclusion [set up for June logging]
It decides him. Cassian sends two messages: one to General Grievous, and one to Count Dooku.
ready to present preliminary report
no subject
"I'd like to hear more about that," he said, "if you're willing. The only thing that saves me from opinion of others is anonymity.
"The Republic maintained peace for a thousand years before those more interested in their own power than the service of others wilfully twisted it from within. I've never understood… how they could be a minority, yet make the majority utterly helpless to stop them. We couldn't let our own efforts turn not to their advantage."
There's pain that, echoingly, cavernously deep, in his words and Force presence. Though walled up over it… is mostly just sounding tired.
"Maybe it's entropy. Maybe it takes such collective effort to hold something up… its own weight does most of the work when someone decides to start tearing it down."
no subject
As it's his office, he slides into one of the chairs in the front sitting area, and takes a sip.
"And it would appear the galaxy persisted long enough to render me obsolete. Even if there is some echo to what the Republic has had to endure in both eras."
no subject
"No thread of reality is ever obsolete. It's part of the fabric like every other. Being forgotten doesn't erase that you were,".. My time isn't more important than yours just because it came after. It would be different ifyou'd done different things or been absent from your own whether or not we can know how."
Spoken by someone who was never supposed to be seen or known. But whose actions hopefully had woven a thread, that pulled on others, that affected the tapestry. Even if it was never seen distinctly at all.
Cassian belatedly crossed to sit in one of the chairs opposite Revan. "I'd still like to hear."