Space is Noisy: Averted, naturally – there’s no air in space, ergo no sound; the only way to communicate out there without some sort of communication system is writing, mime or pressing-together of helmets, etc., etc. (It’s worth noting, of course, that this doesn’t apply inside starships, because
Expendable Clone: Not clones, no, both because clones are their own people, and because the number of suicide missions in which you’d be better off sending a cloned meathat rather than, say, instantiating your forked mind-state in the MB-77 “Glorious Song of Bloody Slaughter”-class heavy-duty war mechanical are
“A war either is legitimate and justified by the Contract, by the Charter, by the codes of the sentinel, by the writ of Dúréníän, and under the imperishable eyes of Heaven, or it is not.” “A legitimate war is one whose goals are in accordance with ethics and the Imperial
Me’s A Crowd: This sort of thing works a lot better when all the copies know that they’re going to either merge back together, or sync, in the future, so that technically everyone has experienced everything and no-one got stuck with nothing but the chores. (Your copy, after
Exotic Equipment: Well, yes, fruits of different evolutionary trees, and all that. People… adapt. (See Boldly Coming).
Evolutionary Levels: Subverted, inasmuch as Eldrae anthalis and Eldrae kirsunar (which could be read as direct parallels to Homo superior and Homo summus) aren’t markers of more advanced evolution, but markers of increasing degrees of highly sophisticated engineering. And engineering for specific desirable traits, at that.
Evilutionary Biologist: It might seem, at first, that there a whole lot of these (and, indeed, that the esseli are an entire species of Evilutionary Biologists). Unfortunately for those who fancy this sort of thing, the average bioengineer is of the opinion that evolution is a hopelessly inefficient optimization process
Evil Laugh: The Imperial Society for Joyful Enthusiasm would like to dispute the heck out of the word “evil”, here.
Evil Is Petty: The eldrae are a proud race, and they intend to go on being proud – even the corrupt ones. As a consequence, historically, petty evil generally gets its throat slit by grand evil for letting the side down, and not keeping up the proper standards (reference the latter
Man Of Wealth And Taste: Played straight with Imperial renegades, all of whom play the villainous role of a man of wealth and taste to the hilt. Subverted, however, inasmuch as this is also true of heroes and bystanders of Imperial origin, simply because anyone brought up in the Imperial
Evil Detecting Dog: The smarter breeds of the already smart bandal (dog-analogs/evolutionary varieties) are well known as excellent judges of character. The more so for being better integrated into the local society. (Although there are no supernatural detection abilities here; just wits and very good noses/ability to read
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