Monthly Archives: August 2016

Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 6 – The Lost Jedi

More juicy stuff! Atton seems to be attempting to steal the story… I’m maybe almost getting used to writing him in third person instead of first. I spent a lot of time making sure the first half of this chapter was interesting, but then the second half gave me way too much trouble. Bring on the introspection, forget the action!

Atton’s barfight was scripted while listening to run rabbit junk. Swoop bike chase written with DMC’s Blue Rose.

Part 5

 

Part 6: The Lost Jedi

 

He went to bed with his head buzzing, fear and excitement warring within him. He’d told her, and she hadn’t killed him. She hadn’t even left the cockpit, or even her seat. No matter what he’d said to her, she’d taken it, and all she gave back was a second chance. A real second chance, the best one he’d ever been given. She really meant it, too. He knew she wasn’t going to take it back, but emotions faded slowly. So, he was still nervous about seeing her tomorrow.

If any of the others found out what he’d told her… Mical for one would probably murder him. Continue reading

Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 5 – Running and Drinking

Lots of juicy stuff in this chapter, hope you’ve been looking forward to it as much as I have! I had to break Nar Shaddaa in half so there’s more to come next time.

Inspiration track for this chapter is Inner Universe.

Part 4

 

Part 5: Running and Drinking

 

Nar Shaddaa was filthy, packed and miserable. The crowds that trudged hopelessly through layer on layer of streets made it so easy for anyone to get shanked by anyone else. Refugees, former soldiers, thieves and thugs and Mandalorians staked out little empires, hiding amongst each other’s company, asking no questions and giving no answers. Glitbiters and spiceheads sprawled in doorways and alcoves, ignored even by the ignored. Enclosed by endless walls of skyscrapers, firmly under the thumb of the Hutts, a smoggy sky was all most of them could glimpse of a life beyond this place. The roads, coated in nameless substances, crunched and oozed beneath countless feet, and the very air felt like it was coated in desperate oil.

To Atton, it was the closest thing resembling home. Continue reading

Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 4 – Winds of War

I think I’ve figured out where I’m going with this fic. Now just to deal with the writing of it. It’s more difficult than I thought it would be. But then, I’d originally thought it would be primarily an Exile/Atton romance, and then thanks to that LP I’ve been inspired to drag in some other themes as well. Not an overabundance of Kreia, because while she might be the best-written character in the game, she’s scary to write. But her influence will certainly be felt.

EDIT: I’ve made edits to this and the previous two chapters. A lot of them have been inspired by the GitS soundtrack, and in fact the rest of the story draws on that for inspiration. This isn’t just a novelization anymore… and I don’t know how I ever thought it was in the first place. This chapter’s track is Replica.

Part 3

 

Part 4: Winds of War

 

Dantooine was the first destination on her list. She’d heard the enclave was destroyed when Malek, then a Sith, tried to kill Revan, then in the process of redeeming herself. Selyn had been raised and trained in the Coruscant Temple, but she’d been to Dantooine often enough before the war. She wanted to see if there was anything left, though she was not looking forward to meeting Master Vrook there. She would rather have sought out Master Vash first, but she did not feel strong enough to challenge Korriban yet. Continue reading

Kotor II: Ruin, Mystery, Dreams: Part 3 – Silver

Now that everything’s all straightened out again, I have to do something to occupy myself… and why not finish my replay of this game and the related fanfic to boot? My dreams are going overtime now that I’m back, though. I suspect that all the energy that was going towards adventuring is now channeled into my brain at night and that makes them extra weird. Also, I am in love still with this Kotor 2 LP which burrows into every possible bit of plot and is entertainingly written too. But I’m still going to play it my way, too.

Also, it is stupid hot and humid here. Can I go back to Norway?

Part 2

 

Part 3: Silver

 

“Grab on to something!” Atton yelled back into the hold of the shuttle. “This is about to get rough real fast!”

Heart beating slightly faster, Selyn took hold of the hand grips by her seat, her restraints fastened tightly. They were being fired upon as they flew over the partially restored surface of Telos. Who, what, why, no way to find out, only to trust in Atton’s skill and hope they survived. It reminded her strongly of how she’d felt when she’d been dropped on- no, best not to think about that. She concentrated on her breathing instead.

She felt the ship kick forward with a small explosion, heard Atton curse, felt gravity begin to assert its hold on the shuttle… Continue reading

Adventure 2016 – Bergen/Netherlands

We managed to catch an earlier train to Bergen than the one we had reservations for, and Jessica happened to also be on this train. I talked with her for a lot of the journey. We knew that Leonora and Thijs were also heading to Bergen next, but once we actually arrived in Bergen, we never saw any of these people again. Oh well, that’s what email is for!

I think the first evening we arrived, we just collapsed at the hostel. There was another actual kitchen that had pretty much everything (except a grater, somehow?) including a bunch of spices in the ‘shared’ cupboard. While Martijn checked that out, I went to the common room, where I’d heard there were amusements. I was wondering if there would be a piano…

And there was! So I sat down and started playing. It was a terrible piano with no tonal subtlety, no working una corda, and no dynamic nuance besides ‘loud’ and ‘louder’, but it had 88 mostly-in-tune keys.

Martijn: *in kitchen* I hear a piano. I should tell Jen… wait a minute… Continue reading

Adventure 2016 – Flåm/Kayaking

This is the part everyone’s been waiting to hear about, partly because it’s the part most out of character for me. When I first told my parents, my mom was like “but you don’t even like camping” which is totally true… unless I’m the one who’s decided to go camping, apparently. And partly because holy freakin cowbells, Norway’s nature is nature at its finest. Anyway, we started out with a train from Oslo to Myrdal. (warning: longer post is even longer)

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It wasn’t long before we started seeing patches of snow. At first we were thinking ‘that snow must be in shadow all day’ but then… I’m not seeing a whole lot of shadow in this picture, yes? Continue reading

Adventure 2016 – Oslo

The first three days of my trip were spent in Oslo. The Oslo Pass Card gave us free admission to museums, free public transport (although the city isn’t that big, you can walk to most of the stuff), and if you get the 3-day version (we did), the mini-cruise around the bay is also free. So we used it. (beware: long post is long)

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Technically, you’ve already seen Day 1 in the last post. So I don’t know if it was technically cost-effective, because we didn’t really go see anything on that day… but for the other two days, it was definitely worth it to not have to worry about paying for things besides food, just wave the cards at people and get let into things. We found this statue on the way to our first museum, Akershus Castle. Continue reading

Adventure 2016 – To Norway

So as many of you may know, I went to the other side of the planet in search of foreign lands, adventure, blond Dutchmen, and “mountains, Gandalf, mountains!”. Found all of ’em and here is the photo-evidence.

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Plane from Toronto to Reykjavik (and from thence to Oslo). Icelandair had the best deal pricewise (and I got to watch the Lego Movie on the way there!). I did have a brief stopover in Reykjavik both on the way there and back, but the way there was too short to do anything and the way back I was too tired to do anything more than sleep on an airport bench. Continue reading