Just a brief note to say that I've updated the hosting location of my screenshots...
They are now hosted here:
http://photobucket.com/albums/v693/maast/
This site allows for more convenient viewing, as well as direct linking, so I can post pictures into my entries.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
On the Dark Planet
It was hard to believe how much time had actually passed since Spiderwell and I had laid the foundations of the Galactic Domination Corporation. It seemed like only yesterday.
But there was no denying the changes that had taken place. When I had last spent any significant time around Mos Nox, the GDC was but a fledgling start-up, with fewer than 10 member partners. I had no political aspirations of any kind. Now, I was the elected Mayor of an independent city-state, and our Corporation was the most powerful group in the northern Dantooine hemisphere.
Consequently, our own businesses and economic interests had grown at an equally exponential rate. Spiderwell's success secret, in my opinion, had always been his skills in interpersonal relationships. The Wookiee just knew how to talk to people (as ironic as that may seem, considering the odd collaboration of howls and growls that is Shiryywook), and as a result, people liked doing business with him. To say that everyone on Dantooine knew Spiderwell of Spiderwell's World of Medicines was only a slight exaggeration, if at all.
It was good to know, then, after all this time, that Spiderwell's defining characteristic had not changed, despite his success. What's more, he was just as willing as ever to lend me his contact files. He knew all manners of Rangers, bodyguards, soldiers for hire. If there was an expedition to be mustered, he knew the personnel to call.
I was humbled by this generosity, of course. But something told me that bringing others along would not be wise. It was just a feeling, perhaps, but it was an insistent one. I needed to investigate the Dathomir location I discovered in the Siths' data alone.
Spiderwell had been on several reconnaisance expeditions to Dathomir, looking for rare herbal roots and vegetation that he sought in order to increase the potency of his buffs. As I had never been there, he was able to provide me with lots of insightful information about the planet.
Dathomir is a dark, foreboding planet. Most sentient beings can survive in its atmosphere, though its terrain is extreme and its native inhabitants dangerous. There are few that are comfortable going to Dathomir, and none who enjoy it. In addition to the brackasets, baz nitches and carnivorous plants that are scattered generously around its forbidding continents, Dathomir is also home to two of of the most feared factions in the galaxy - the Nightsisters and the Spider Mountain Clan. These two groups had been at war for as long as anyone could remember. The Nightsisters were reputed to be weilders of great power, mystic weapons and unstoppable force. Needless to say, I was not excited that the next stage of my journey along the Path would take me to this dangerous place.
Spiderwell and I spent another night at our camp outside Mos Nox, discussing the challenge ahead of me, as well as other municipal matters that needed attention.
At the back of my mind through the whole night, though, were my origins, where all this had began. Thinking about the GDC's fledgling days in that very region of Tatooine carried my mind back even further to Rori, to a spaceflight that was supposed to be a pleasant holiday trip...to an unexpected Imperial encounter and the calamity that sent my life spinning blindly on a Path into the unknown future.
All I knew was that there was something important waiting for me on Dathomir.
What I didn't know, though, was if it was going to give me answers.
It seemed there was only one way to find out.
But there was no denying the changes that had taken place. When I had last spent any significant time around Mos Nox, the GDC was but a fledgling start-up, with fewer than 10 member partners. I had no political aspirations of any kind. Now, I was the elected Mayor of an independent city-state, and our Corporation was the most powerful group in the northern Dantooine hemisphere.
Consequently, our own businesses and economic interests had grown at an equally exponential rate. Spiderwell's success secret, in my opinion, had always been his skills in interpersonal relationships. The Wookiee just knew how to talk to people (as ironic as that may seem, considering the odd collaboration of howls and growls that is Shiryywook), and as a result, people liked doing business with him. To say that everyone on Dantooine knew Spiderwell of Spiderwell's World of Medicines was only a slight exaggeration, if at all.
It was good to know, then, after all this time, that Spiderwell's defining characteristic had not changed, despite his success. What's more, he was just as willing as ever to lend me his contact files. He knew all manners of Rangers, bodyguards, soldiers for hire. If there was an expedition to be mustered, he knew the personnel to call.
I was humbled by this generosity, of course. But something told me that bringing others along would not be wise. It was just a feeling, perhaps, but it was an insistent one. I needed to investigate the Dathomir location I discovered in the Siths' data alone.
Spiderwell had been on several reconnaisance expeditions to Dathomir, looking for rare herbal roots and vegetation that he sought in order to increase the potency of his buffs. As I had never been there, he was able to provide me with lots of insightful information about the planet.
Dathomir is a dark, foreboding planet. Most sentient beings can survive in its atmosphere, though its terrain is extreme and its native inhabitants dangerous. There are few that are comfortable going to Dathomir, and none who enjoy it. In addition to the brackasets, baz nitches and carnivorous plants that are scattered generously around its forbidding continents, Dathomir is also home to two of of the most feared factions in the galaxy - the Nightsisters and the Spider Mountain Clan. These two groups had been at war for as long as anyone could remember. The Nightsisters were reputed to be weilders of great power, mystic weapons and unstoppable force. Needless to say, I was not excited that the next stage of my journey along the Path would take me to this dangerous place.
Spiderwell and I spent another night at our camp outside Mos Nox, discussing the challenge ahead of me, as well as other municipal matters that needed attention.
At the back of my mind through the whole night, though, were my origins, where all this had began. Thinking about the GDC's fledgling days in that very region of Tatooine carried my mind back even further to Rori, to a spaceflight that was supposed to be a pleasant holiday trip...to an unexpected Imperial encounter and the calamity that sent my life spinning blindly on a Path into the unknown future.
All I knew was that there was something important waiting for me on Dathomir.
What I didn't know, though, was if it was going to give me answers.
It seemed there was only one way to find out.
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