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Badass in a Nice Suit: Yeah, we’ve got lots of these. Basically all of ’em who aren’t either (a) in the military, and thus in uniform, or (b) possessed of a preference for Badass Longcoat. (Conveniently, dilatant fabrics make it possible to get reasonable armor protection without spoiling
Listel (Principalities)
Listel (Principalities) was always a marginal world. An atmosphere too thick, clouds too hazy with hydrocarbons and too prevalent, an ecology containing some worrying chaotic irregularities, and the whole, moreover, orbiting a primary which – while not technically qualifying as a flare star – nonetheless possessed a rough and turbulent cycle that
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Balance Between Good and Evil: Strongly averted in eldraeic theology, the Flamics preferring to espouse the notion that good (i.e., light, the Flame) should cheerfully extirpate evil (darkness, Entropy) from the universe and feel jolly happy about it. Good Needs Evil for contrast, forsooth! The thing about light, you
Places To Go
Bastion (Arvael II, Palaxias System) has no ring. It does, however, have an arc. The Hainadar Memorial fills, currently, approximately 6° of its orbit around Bastion in a thin, sparkling ring segment. The elements of the arc are simple spheres of tinted diamondoid, colored by service: silver for the Navy,
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Bad Moon Rising: Played very literally straight on one world in the Peravera (Kaylin Cache) system, where the local – quite large – moon has an unstable orbit and is descending rapidly towards the Roche limit. Fortunately, the world in question is uninhabitable; but since it’s going to become even more
Exchequer
CONFIDENTIAL (RED) / EYES ONLY GLITTER TARNISH EXCHEQUER INTERNAL Welcome, operative of the Imperial Exchequer. If you are reading this document, it is because you either have need to know for, or have independently discovered, the weaponizability of the currency validation system. To recap: the modern esteyn possesses full verifiability against
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Bad Soph Bar: There’s one everywhere, typically right in the middle of startown. Even in most of those places which are, otherwise, quite a long way from being Wretched Hives, or anything like. Oddly enough, they never seem to be closed down, or attract much of a response from
Silver Crescent
“This… is a much honored tradition back in the Crescent. When required by our qalasír to do something truly inadvisable, we always sit down with a bottle of whisky and make a long, comprehensive list of all the reasons why we really shouldn’t do whatever we have to do.
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Backup Twin: What you acquire when your incarnation insurer thought you were dead, but it turns out you weren’t. (They do try very hard to not let this happen, but the trouble is, the more checking you do, the more time you get to stay dead for if you
worldbuilding
So, using my spooky psychic powers1, I have observed that I have been cited a few times here and there in the ongoing argument between those of us who adhere to pattern identity theory and those of us who adhere to continuity identity theory, with particular reference to the so-called
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Baby Planet: Nice trick if you happen to have a big lump of metastable neutronium or a tiny kernel (artificial black hole) handy to make up the gravity deficit. As far as I know, though, while it’s technologically possible and exists in the form of ambitious architect’s plans,
filk
(Very lightly filkificated for somewhat-inebriated Eldraeverse purposes from “Space Shanty“, by The Senate. The vast majority of the words remain theirs.) Oh, the whiskey is floatin’, won’t stay in me glass – I’m weightless and spinning and drunk off me ass. Oh, the whiskey is floatin’ in a sphere