Fellow Congregants, Cousins in the Army of Kalasané, Sword of Heaven: By the word of the exarch of Kalasané the Ever-Victorious, We of the Prelacy are commanded to speak His displeasure. Kindred, our eikone is the Laughing Warrior, a Lord of War. Remember that it is unfitting to stand in
The Spartan Way: Except for the lack of Drill Sergeant Nasty (which see), the Imperial Legions really do train like this – for the principal reason that, well, they are heavily dependent, given the Empire’s population demographics, on quality over quantity, so they want the most absurdly close to impossible
Drill Sergeant Nasty: Mostly averted, for reasons which should be fairly obvious from Blue and Orange Morality and/or Mildly Military – the kind of boot-camp disindividuation/personality reformation that Drill Sergeant Nasty is useful for is less than useful given both their material and what they’re trying to make
As you may have noticed from here, here, and here, I appear to have settled on using the ve/vis pronouns to represent the eldraeic neuter (but animate) gender, and the hse/hsis set to represent the hermaphrodite gender. (Still no sign of what I may or may not use
Central Office, Illicit Drift, Narijic System, Freeport Loop – Mission Elapsed Time +0:11:22 The monitor showed a picture of absolute carnage; the inner security checkpoint littered with corpses, splashed with blood in a half-dozen colors. “Well, Ahkshar?” the blue-scaled kalatri behind the desk asked the linobir standing in front
Mildly Military: Played… somewhat, due to a combination of the personality traits mentioned in various places (see, primarily, Blue and Orange Morality) which make regular boot-camp disindividuation/personality reformation, ah, less than productive, and the structure of the Imperial Military Service itself (the not-enough-forces-to-have-non-elite-forces model described under Badass Army). It
…at some point during your stay on Paltraeth, someone is certain to offer you the opportunity to sample “a traditional local beverage”. This offer should not – unless your current ‘shell is built to consume substances that would be classified as hazardous waste under most other production regimes – be accepted. Traditional
Cultured Warrior: A very important aspect of training and institutional culture, not just for the Imperial Military Service, but for the entire sentinel darëssef, which includes the police, emergency services, paramedics, etc. The argument runs, essentially, that it has dangerous and unpleasant side effects to have people running around trained
Security Checkpoint, Illicit Drift, Narijic System, Freeport Loop – Mission Elapsed Time +0:08:17 Shit. Unbelievable greencored shit. The fresh-awakened linobir finished struggling into hsis combat armor, and leapt for the checkpoint door. “Would someone shut that selffucking siren up?” hse demanded. “And what in the selffucking netherworld is –” The
Original trope here; a comment left on the original posting of it was: “Now you have me wondering about parentally-assisted pods: “Well, we have just enough emergency reserves to give this ship a delta-vee of 0.1 km/s… or we can use the same joules to give 10 km/
Original trope here; a comment left on the original posting of it was: “What’s happened to people who try to claim that those microbes are weapons?” I reply thus: “A weaponized microbe in an appropriate warhead or containment packaging is freight.” “A weaponized microbe in your gut/skin/breath/
Super Soldier: Most successful galactic militaries and mercenary organizations tend to have a favorite package of military-specialized genetic enhancements, nanoviruses, and implants; these days, receiving at least the “military-basic” upgrade package (a whole shopping list of enhancements on top of the already impressive alpha baseline, for the Empire’s version)