trope-a-day
Hyperspeed Ambush: Hard to arrange, given the nature of FTL in the ‘verse; it generally requires that the ambushees be approaching or otherwise close to a stargate while your fleet remains at the other side of the pair, and yet and at the same time has access to real-time information
eldraeic language
ulath-urlar: The lowest form of self-deception; being deceitfully kind to oneself, and needlessly flattering the prettiness of one’s adopted worldview.
food and drink
“The only well-known foodstuff to come out of the Hope Hegemony is a salty but otherwise tasteless algal nutrient sludge grown in massive, floating offshore farms. “That citizens of the Hegemony at home universally praise the efficiency and nutritive value of this sludge – while former citizens of the Hegemony abroad
trope-a-day
Hyperspace Is a Scary Place: It’s not so much hyperspace in the SFnal sense as the Void Between the Worlds, but the primordial chaos/cacoastrum of the bulk/plenum is, by and large, not a very scary place, because it invariably kills you before you have the opportunity to
trope-a-day
Human Weapon: In some ways (and inserting obligatory not-human disclaimer), many members of the sentinel daressëf would count, what with the various military-basic upgrades and then the possibility of various special upgrades on top of those. On the other hand, strongly averted because the Imperials are smart enough to treat
extranet
TURECH (CYAN STARFIRES) – Panic, uncertainty, and rioting gripped the capital of the Ossoric Nomarchy today after the announcement from the Extranet Security department of Bright Shadow, ICC, that it intended to revoke the certificate authority status of, and thereby all user and device certificates issued by, the Ossoric Data Vizjery.
eldraeic language
(Trying out a new irregular feature…) alathkháln (n.): The pain that comes from new understanding; the quale of collapsing certainty.
belt miner
“It’s absolutely true that among certain rock-rat tribes in the outer regions, getting blind drunk and running stark naked through hard vacuum in honor of their culture-hero is a prominent local sport, wager, and test of endurance. “Of course, it’s also true that isolation-madness, poorly-tuned life support neural
law
Y’all get May’s first question the day it arrived, ’cause it’s an easy one: So what would Imperial jurisprudence make of the notion of the plea bargain? Sarcasm, mostly. The way the more dyspeptic members of the College of Judicature would put it, there are two possible
worldbuilding
Customs. Customs never change. Even when there is basically no in-universe connection to the customs with which we must comply. This meta-post is inspired by the current flap (and lies, damned lies, and open letters from activists) about Rebecca Tuvel’s transracialism article and the ensuring prompt outrage excursion from
trope-a-day
Humans Are Smelly: If there were any around, they would be. But it’s hardly unique to them. All primitive species are: because it’s a consequence of advanced species (and especially those who take their cue from our friendly local aesthetes) investing in both much improved senses of smell
Ellore Modular Industries
“Expecting guests with nowhere for them to park? Embarrassing when you’re a host. Expensive when you’re a business. Excruciating when you’re a planet. “Fortunately, as long as you’ve got a scrap of bare rock to set a shuttle down upon, we have the answer. Hire one