u/Starmark_115

[Dogmatic]

Beneficient Emperor, whose Golden Throne is on Terra,

Hallowed be thy reign.

Thy Imperium come,

Thy Lex be done,

Across Sol as it is throughout the stars.

Grant us this day our strength and faith,

And invigorate us against our failings,

As we purge those who seek to assail us.

Lead us not into damnation,

But deliver us from the heresy.

For Thine is the Imperium,

The Power, and the Glory,

For ten thousand years and beyond.

In the name of the God Emperor, we always serve thee.

Gloria, Oh Gloria to the Master of Mankind. 🦅

Context: 2 Weekends Ago, there was a report that one of the Foreign Guests, Tenten of Super Macaroni Salad was pickpocketed in Okada during the Summer Toycon there. Seems like she managed to get her old phone back afterall.

Art by Mibelart

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“Five-six-seven– Eight!” *hits bad guy* 

“You are a bit too early…” *Creature makes reacts* “There you are!” 

“Shoot me again! You almost had me!” 

“Well if I do die, I like to do it gun out, naked, on fire and my Mortuary Check wired to my sister Heryati.”

“Right! A little, a little more to the r-right…” *BANG* “Gotcha.” 

“My Seeing-Eyes is just weird like that—people call it ‘weak’ since it can only see about five or ten seconds into the future. Yet it's perhaps the most exhilarating thing you can feel. When everything seems to just slow down when a gun’s pointed at you, but it doesn’t, you just start seeing more… how it goes, how it ends, all the little ways it could all fall apart. I get a few futures—some bad, some great—and if you stay with it for a second, you can feel all of them at once. I just pick the futures I like.”

“Free Flatline! Come and get your free flatlines on me!” *fanfire’s revolver*

“After it all, I crash down to feel something else, yes? For me – it always lands early. The laughing, the drinking, the taste of the peppers hitting your tongue before you actually taste them, and the way the night ends. I’ve already been there ahead of time. Five seconds doesn’t sound so much to you, but when you can’t turn it off – EVER – it slowly kills you.”

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(This lore specific to my Novel im working so forgive me if it got a lot of Proper Nouns. Sorry if it sounds info dumpy. Feel free to ask me any questions about the way I write my Lore for my tentative Sci-Fi/Fantasy Space Opera. I could use the test in the waters just to improve my world-building for my Novel.)

Each of the Dschinn Corpo-Feudal Houses have their own Esovitic Practitioners Youth Programs for each of the Galactically recognized Disciplines of Esovis Powers. The anarcho-capitalist Dschinn does not just raise these children, but also cultivate these potentially gifted assets early. Perhaps most prized of these sprightly candidates are those of the Discipline of Clair-Augury; the Ability to See-into-the-Future.

Typically, the median range for a Clair-Augur’s ability to peer into the many possible futures ahead are days to weeks. Whilst exceptionally gifted (and exceptionally prized) ones can see across months. They are groomed to become future Marketing Forecasters, Financial Analysts and Strategic Executives. Able to guide their Houses into continuous prosperity across the ever dynamic Milky Way…

Balada of House Senjata however, her powers are considered – way farther below the Median. With her Clair-Augury abilities only able to peer through a measly five-to-fifteen seconds. A very negligible puncture by institutional standards. Terrible for market forecasting, useless for strategic advisory, and deemed ‘economically unviable’, she was scheduled to be written-off from Senjata’s Youth Cultivator Program. 

That decision was reversed during a mass shooting incident. A Kasveth kill team known infamously as the Sure Shots—raided their training facility, their reputation built on practiced execution and near-perfect marksmanship of their missions. Where the Program’s prized long-range Augurs faltered—overloaded by branching outcomes and distant projections—Balada founded a strange sort of clarity. She moved before each shot was fired, not merely dodging the bullets fired at her but rhyming herself into the tune of the only viable future within the limited window her Clair-Augury had foreseen. Bullets passed through spaces she had already danced away and her assailants fell before their aim completed. She rescued her instructor, secured critical training data that the Kasveth were after and stalled the Kasveth until local security arrived to neutralize them.

Executive Analysis from House Senjata concluded that Balada had not failed in her respective Discipline. Rather, her close-minded masters had initially – ‘misassigned’ her. Her Clair-Augury, though not suited for prediction at long-term scale as originally intended, was better used  within faster-paced horizons. And so the Dschinn, as natural as their species' natural affinity for their utter lack of compunction, has done something unprecedented: Reclassification.

Not as an armchair forecaster as original doctrine intended. But as a Field-Agent, specifically as one of House Senjata’s Bail Bondsman (more colloquially known as a ‘Bounty Hunter’. Though you are subject to a lecture if you insist she’s to be titled the latter over the former.). Balada’s limited see-through window translated with alarming efficiency into immediate engagements, specifically Gunfights.

In such cases, she seems to thrive in a dance-like musical around hordes of partnered-up assailants. Testimonies from witnesses during her famous attack on the Silver Tiger Casino in the Thai-Myanmar-Laos Golden Triangle describe her adversaries, no matter how severe the odds be collapsed into montages of an already-resolved outcome: she stepped where the bullet would not be, fired where targets peek out of cover, and baited reactions she had already seen fail. Her movements were as danciful, as if she was unnervingly having fun in high-intensity gunfights. That it was only a competition of how many she will slay or what whose prescient death would perish the most elegantly.

Almost as if she had practiced a bullet-riddled choreography over and over with her supposed ‘dance partners’ flatlined on the floor and her non-chalantly stretching her arms after ‘such a thrilling workout.’  

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Remastered my sexy Alien Psychic Bullet Dancer that I am working on for my Novel (no title yet). My main method of writing my main characters for my Sci-Fi/Fantasy Space Opera is imagining my Novel Characters as if they were Paizo-Finder characters and then build their archetypes into my writing.

And yes you read it right. Balada is the kind of person who will raid a Triad Casino IN EARTH filled with armed guards by going ‘Fuck it, Front door!’. My Novel is a Post-First Contact story to sum it all up.

1. Psychic Infinite Eye with Bullet Dancer on. Yes I know that's illegal. But the Dschinn in my setting do illegal shit for giggles and profit. Sue me, my Kasveth Lawyer (read: Hitman at my beck and call) will gladly ‘defend’ me. Just go focusing more on the ability to dodge or avoid damage over better odds in hitting Strikes. Remember to do the Pistol Twirl Elastico so you can make your opponents asses eat the grasses.

2. In my setting, I imagined the Dschinn to be a bit of a fusion of the Lashunta and Demonic Influenced Nephilim. Though in my novel, the Combined Dschinn Syndicates are more like a fusion between Cyberpunk 2077 and the Warhammer 40k Drukhari. They are considered the richest race of folks in the Milky Way by their sheer competitive tenacity that their race as a whole exhibits. Since the Dschinn are an allegory for – VERY unrestrained Capitalism. Like ‘send a Death Squad to murder your competition’s interns before they get enough acclimated experience.’ unrestrained. Dschinn put the cut-throat in the ‘cutthroat competition’. ;) 

3. Roleplaying her at least how I wrote her might sound super counterintuitive. You want her to… ‘Negotiate’ LOWER Pay in favor of making sure the Patron/Client hire’s ONLY her and her teammates for the mission. She’s a bit of a smurf. Especially when she took that one Job in Thailand that involved flushing an entire Casino’s server off an embarrassing crashout. Balada straight up threatened the client to give her a lower pay on the condition NOBODY else takes her job. That and she’s a Hedonist. Work Hard, Play Hard so much it makes a Bard look celibate.

That and anyone who can guess the IRL Athlete I based Balada off gets a free cookie!

Hint: 

La mano arriba, cintura sola
Da media vuelta, danza kuduro
No te canse' ahora, que esto solo empieza
Mueve la cabeza, danza kuduro
La mano arriba, cintura sola
Da media vuelta, danza kuduro
No te canse' ahora, que esto solo empieza
Mueve la cabeza, danza kuduro 

Sometimes in hindisghts after reading quite more books in and out of gate fandom.

I think the old golden age where we had the likes of him, Drknight12 and among others were pretty edgy...