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by Wight » Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:03 am
by Bears Armed » Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:44 am
by Alasdair I Frosticus » Sun Nov 25, 2012 10:27 am
Report to SBIS In-Person Observation Bureau
By Agent Constantine Gabraso
As requested, I have been carefully observing the cultural scene in the city of Marroq following the decision by ISPI to grant a trans-dimensional pass to certain mundies associated with Hrrick's Cafe Ursien in this city. My cover as Maitre d' of said establishment has, as anticipated, given me the perfect opportunity to act as an in-person observer.
My report on the passes can be found under separate cover, but you also asked me to report on any cases of mythic bleed that might result via the interaction of Marroq with Dreamed Realm material culture. I have had the opportunity to hear several sea shanties of the sailors of Barbary Salé, and I thought you might be particularly interested in 'The Ballad of John Simkey', which purports to relate to a centuries-old episode involving a famous pirate captain of Barbary Salé and his battle against some ships from what are now the Tropics of Vilita. Given that the World Cup 62 semi-finals have just taken place here in Barbary Salé time, I thought this might prove to be particularly worthy of note.
The Ballad of John Simkey
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
There lived a certain man in Salé long ago
He was big and strong, and his eyes were flaming gold
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Marroq men he was held in honour dear
He would sail his ships like a man fearless,
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of leader
Women would desire
John, John, John Simkey
Captain of the Salé fleet
There was a man that really was gone
John, John, John Simkey
Lover of the Pirate Queen
We're still so proud of how he carried on
He led the Salé fleet out for raiding Vilita
And the loot they found, it was really wunderbar
When it came to piracy, well he was the man to please
And he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
To his men he was no wheeler dealer
For they knew the things he'd done
They believed he was a mighty leader
With whom they'd have some fun
John, John, John Simkey
Captain of the Salé fleet
There was a man that really was gone
John, John, John Simkey
Lover of the Pirate Queen
We're still so proud of how he carried on
(traditionally spoken by the shanty leader)
But when his drinking and looting and his hunger for booty became known to more and more people, the demands in Vilita to do something about this outrageous pirate became louder and louder.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But their ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt our John Simkey he had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some Vilitan ship captains
Challenged him to seek their fame
"Come to battle us" they kept demanding -
And he really came
John, John, John Simkey
Sailed out on the tropic seas
Outsank the Vilitans three ships to two
John, John, John Simkey
Fired his cannons - all eighteen
Took extra time, but still he won through
John, John, John Simkey
Captain of the Salé fleet
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
John, John, John Simkey
Lover of the Pirate Queen
And so he fought them till they were dead
(traditionally spoken by the shanty leader)
Oh, those men of Salé...
by Carpathia and Ruthenia » Sun Nov 25, 2012 5:29 pm
by Alasdair I Frosticus » Thu Nov 29, 2012 3:14 am
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away...
It is a period of interstellar war. Rebel spaceships,
striking from a hidden base, have won their first
victory against the the benevolent Galactic Empire.
During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal
secret plans to the Empire's ultimate weapon, the
Victory Star, an armored space station with enough
power to destroy an entire planetary rebel base.
Pursued by the Empire's charismatic agents, the duplicitous
Princess Urma races home aboard her starship, custodian of
the stolen plans that might lead the rebels to victory and
deny freedom to the galaxy...
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INT. VICTORY STAR - CONFERENCE ROOM
Eight Imperial senators and generals sit around a black
conference table. Imperial battle troopers stand guard around
the room. Commander Eggat, a young, intelligent-looking general,
is speaking.
EGGAT
Until this battle station is fully
operational we are vulnerable. The
Rebel Alliance is too well equipped.
They're more dangerous than you
realize.
The optimistic Admiral Ittom twists nervously in his chair.
ITTOM
Dangerous to your starfleet,
Commander, not to this battle station!
EGGAT
The Rebellion will continue to gain
support in the Imperial Senate as
long as....
Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Eggat's speech is cut
short and the Grand Moff Bradini, governor of the Imperial
outland regions, enters. He is followed by his powerful ally,
The Golden Lord, Darth Tzimisces. All of the generals stand and
bow before the thin, athletic governor as he takes his
place at the head of the table. The Golden Lord stands behind
him.
GRAND MOFF BRADINI
The Imperial Senate will no longer
be of any concern to us. I've just
received word that the Basileus has
called for new elections in order to
stabilise and strengthen democracy.
The last remnants of the corrupt old order
in thrall to the Oneiromancer will be
swept away!
EGGAT
That's impossible! How will the
Basileus maintain control without the
Old bureaucrats?
GRAND MOFF BRADINI
The regional governors now have direct
control over territories. Hope will
keep the local systems in line. Hope
that this battle station can defeat
the perfidious rebels who have wrought
so much death and destruction.
EGGAT
And what of the Rebellion? If the
Rebels have obtained a complete
technical readout of this station,
it is possible, however unlikely,
that they might find a weakness and
exploit it.
TZIMISCES
The plans you refer to will soon be
back in our hands.
ITTOM
Any attack made by the Rebels against
this station would be a useless
gesture, no matter what technical
data they've obtained. This station
is now the ultimate power in the
universe. I suggest we use it!
TZIMISCES
Don't be too proud of this
technological wonder you've
constructed. The ability to destroy
the rebellion is insignificant next to
the Power of Dreams!
ITTOM
Don't try to frighten us with your
sorcerer's ways, Lord Tzimisces. Your
sad devotion to that ancient religion
has not helped you conjure up the
stolen data tapes, or given you
clairvoyance enough to find the
Rebel's hidden fort, or helped your
trivial sporting teams win more than
two Galactic Cups, while Grand Moff
Bradini's teams have won five!
Suddenly Ittom chokes and starts to turn blue under Tzimisces's
spell.
TZIMISCES
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
GRAND MOFF BRADINI
Enough of this! Tzimisces, release him!
TZIMISCES
As you wish.
GRAND MOFF BRADINI
This bickering is pointless. Lord
Tzimisces will provide us with the
location of the Rebel fortress by
the time this station is operational.
We will then crush the evil Rebellion
with one swift stroke.
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EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR – URRA NORTHWALKER'S SHIP
Urra's ship streaks through the trench of the Victory Star.
INT. REBEL OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
The perfidious Princess Urma returns her generalless' worried and doubtful
glances with grim determination.
INT. URRA'S X-WING - COCKPIT
Urra concentrates on her targeting device.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
Three DREAM fighters charge away down the trench toward Urra.
INT. DARTH TZIMISCES' COCKPIT
Tzimisces' finger's curls around the control stick.
INT. URRA'S X-WING - COCKPIT
Urra adjusts the lens of her targeting device.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
Urra's ship charges down the trench.
INT. URRA'S X-WING - COCKPIT
Urra lines up the yellow cross-hair lines of the targeting
device's screen. She looks into the targeting device, then
starts at a voice she hears.
THE ONEIROMANCER'S VOICE
Use the Power of Dreams, Urra.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
The Victory Star trench zooms by.
INT. URRA'S X-WING - COCKPIT
Urra looks up, then starts to look back into the targeting
device. She has second thoughts.
THE ONEIROMANCER'S VOICE
Let go, Urra.
A grim determination sweeps across Urra's face as she closes
her eyes and starts to mumble The Oneiromancer's training to herself.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
Urra's fighter streaks through the trench.
INT. DARTH TZIMISCES' COCKPIT
TZIMISCES
The Power of Dreams is strong with this one -
I feel the power of the Dark Side within her.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
Tzimisces follows Urra's X-wing down the trench.
INT. URRA'S X-WING - COCKPIT
Urra looks to the targeting device, then away as she hears
The Oneiromancer's voice.
THE ONEIROMANCER'S VOICE
Urra, trust me.
Urra's hand reaches for the control panel and presses the
button. The targeting device moves away.
INT. REBEL OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
Princess Urma and the others stand watching the projected screen.
BASE VOICE
(over speaker)
Her computer's off. Urra, you switched
off your targeting computer. What's
wrong?
URRA
(over speaker)
Nothing. I'm all right.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
Urra's ship streaks ever close to the exhaust port.
INT. URRA'S X-WING - COCKPIT
Urra looks at the Victory Star surface streaking by.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
The four DREAM fighters, manned by Tzimisces and his three wingmen,
follow Urra's X-wing down the trench. They outnumber Urra 4-1: victory is assured.
INT. DARTH TZIMISCES' COCKPIT
Tzimisces maneuvers his controls as he looks at his doomed target.
He presses the fire buttons on her control sticks. Laserfire
shoots toward Urra's X-wing fighter.
EXT. URRA'S X-WING FIGHTER
A large burst of Tzimisces' laserfire engulfs Urra's robot. The arms
go limp on the hateful little thing as it makes a high-pitched
sound.
INT. URRA'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
Urra looks frantically back over her shoulder at the robot.
EXT. URRA'S X-WING FIGHTER
Smoke billows out around the irritating little piece of technology and sparks begin to
fly.
URRA
I've lost that idiot robot!
The robot's beeping sounds die out.
INT. REBEL OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
Princess Urma and the others stare intently at the projected screen, perhaps at last suspecting that their terrible campaign of fear and bloodshed is doomed to failure against the mighty power of the benevolent Galactic Empire. Lights representing the Victory Star and targets glow brightly.
REBEL INTERCOM VOICE
The Victory Star has cleared the planet.
The Victory Star has cleared the planet.
INT. VICTORY STAR - CONTROL ROOM
Grand Moff Bradini glares at the projected target screen.
VICTORY STAR INTERCOM VOICE
Rebel base, in range.
GRAND MOFF BRADINI
You may fire when ready.
VICTORY STAR INTERCOM VOICE
Commence primary ignition.
An officer reaches up and pushes buttons on the control panel,
as green lighted buttons turn to red.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
The four DREAM fighters zoom down the Victory Star trench in
pursuit of Urra, never breaking formation.
INT. URRA'S COCKPIT
Urra looks anxiously at the Victory Star exhaust port
URRA
They've blocked the exhaust port!
Darth Tzimisces and Grand Moff Bradini were not so foolish as to
leave a single weak point open to attack by the evil
rebels; that would have been truly idiotic, and the Empire
is led by two mighty strategists with an unbroken string
of victories behind them during this campaign.
Urra slams her fists against her control column in despair.
The Oneiromancer has lied to her, as he lies to everyone.
She realises at last that her terrible cause is doomed,
and that she has been used as a pawn by others more
powerful than her.
INT. DARTH TZIMISCES' COCKPIT
Tzimisces adjusts his control sticks, checking his projected
targeting screen.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
Urra's ship barrels down the trench.
INT. DARTH TZIMISCES' COCKPIT
Tzimisces's targeting computer swings around into position. Tzimisces
takes careful aim on Urra's X-wing fighter.
TZIMISCES
I have you now.
He pushes the fire buttons.
EXT. SURFACE OF THE VICTORY STAR
The four DREAM fighters move in on Urra's X-wing, which explodes as all four fighters open fire on the hapless and outmatched single rebel ship. The Victory Star then opens fire on the rebel base, incinerating the entire rebel high command, including Princess Urma. No rebels escape. The Empire is victorious!!!
INT. VICTORY STAR - CONTROL ROOM
Grand Moff Bradini and his staff embrace and celebrate
GRAND MOFF BRADINI
Thank you, Darth Tzimisces! You have saved the Empire – yet again!
Tell you what - as a favour I'll help you win the next Galactic Cup now....
Grand Moff Bradini smiles
Darth Tzimisces' appreciative laughter can be heard over the intercom.
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