Special: Pierce 5, Sunder. The lightfoil cannot benefit from modifications such as Dual-Phase Emitter without the installation of a more powerful focusing crystal.
The lightfoil is a variant on a lightsaber most commonly associated with nobles (and rakish youths) of the Tapani sector.
Originally designed by Sith, lightfoils were essentially on par with Jedi lightsabers, but designed for one-handed use. Once the Sith were driven out of the Tapani sector, the lightfoil tradition remained. “Modern” lightfoils lack the authentic (or even quality synthetic) crystals of the past, and thus are much less powerful, being about as deadly as a vibrorapier in the hand of a skilled fencer. However, this is a fortuitous turn, as the decreased efficacy of these lightfoils compared to the lightsabers of Clone Wars-era Jedi is one of the reasons that the nascent Empire didn’t simply confiscate them all. Once members of the Imperial Security bureau saw that the lightfoil tradition existed independently of Force traditions and the Jedi, the weapons were quietly allowed.
Lightfoils can be constructed without Force sensitivity, unlike other lightsabers. While they are legal within the Tapani sector (decrease the rarity by two if searching for one there), none are manufactured outside the sector, as they have a tendency to be confiscated (and their owners disappeared) by Imperials regardless of the technicalities of their legal status.
Someone had asked for these, and I apologize that I forget whom. I hope you like them!
That was me who asked for them! Thank you! 😀 😀 😀 😀
A decade ago, people started panicking about the collapse of the honeybee population and the crash of our food supply. But today there are more honeybees than there were then. We have engineered our way to a frenzied and precarious new normal.
For the past seven years, as has been widely reported, honeybees have been
dying at an alarming rate. Yet today there are slightly more hives in
the [USA] than before the die-offs began. That’s because beekeeping [operations] have moved beyond panic and begun quietly
adjusting to a strenuous way of doing business, one that requires
constant monitoring, treatment, supplemental feeding, rapid replacement
of dead hives, and grudging participation in an agricultural system that
grows increasingly inhospitable to the bees it needs to survive. […]
For the vast majority of their history, beekeepers moved their bees in
order to make more honey, not to pollinate crops. In fact, pollination
itself is a phenomenon few farmers understood until relatively recently.
As late as the 1880s, some farmers banished beekeepers from the their
farms, believing that bees robbed pollen and killed fruit. It’s a
forgivable misunderstanding. The farmers didn’t realize that the bees
had evolved to be messy eaters, carrying pollen grains on their fur. And
with swarms of native bumblebees, orchard bees, and feral honeybees
always around, fruit happened with beekeepers or without. In a natural
ecosystem, or even a small multi-crop farm, there were always enough
plants in bloom at any given time to sustain a resident population of
pollinators.
But when farmers began planting
larger plots with one crop, the natural balance of pollination was
distorted. A monoculture, as it’s called, can’t sustain all the wild
insects it needs to pollinate it, because there’s nothing for the
insects to eat when the main crop isn’t in bloom. Monoculture farmers
noticed that their trees would flower abundantly yet produce hardly any fruit, which led to the discovery that many fruit trees are
self-sterile: To produce, they need to be planted in mixed varieties,
and they need insects to ferry pollen from one variety to another.
Honeybees provided a convenient solution. Whereas many bees native to
North America are solitary, fly only a few hundred feet to forage, and
have evolved to pollinate a single plant species, honeybees are
opportunistic eaters, fly more than two miles, and live in resilient,
easily transported hives. By the early 20th century, farmers were
signing occasional contracts with local beekeepers to pollinate
orchards. In 1918, the naturalist John Harvey Lovell concluded that “the
fruit-culture of the future must be largely dependent on the domestic
bee, the only agency in crossing which can be controlled by man.”
The dramatic transformation of our relationship with the honeybee, however,
began in the years following World War II, as the mechanization of
agriculture drastically increased the size of the nation’s farms and the
use of pesticides exploded. This marked the decline of many remaining
wild pollinators, and the beginning of the honeybee’s shift from a
semi-domesticated producer of honey to a living tool integral to
industrial agriculture. In the past several decades migratory
pollination has only become a bigger portion of the beekeeping industry,
surpassing revenues from honey sales sometime around 2007. The economic
shift from honey to pollination was a long time coming, but two things
finally tipped the balance…
Aight, so I’ve been Revaning it up with Kleskizhae for reasons of well duh, Kleskizhae, and WONDERFUL THINGS HAVE HAPPENED! Also, AWFUL THINGS HAVE HAPPENED! But they’re like, the kind of awful things that I am fond of, since as you might know, I’m a bit of a sadistic bastard.
This is under a cut partly because it contains hella Shadows of Revan spoilers, hella Sith Warrior spoilers and also because of all the screenshotigraphic proof that this is a thing that I didn’t make up. Also because of Kleskizhae’s creeper [Flirt] face is shown in mind wrecking clarity.
So Operation: Republic Boytoy is going exceptionally well. Target responds positively to unnerving facial expressions, victory is inevitable, in case there was ever any doubt.
Once the /goofy comes out, this cat is in the bag.
So Lana is like “Hey, does anyone remember what we’re all here for at all? Anyone?” and scoots me out.
So then Kleskizhae remembers the whole “Empire at stake” thing and goes out to do things when he gets a holocall. At best I’m expecting it to be some of the pirates whose lives I made miserable calling for some back and forth blustering. At worst, it’s going to be Revan showing up and saying something stupid and making me wish that channeling my own, OOC rage would give me some benefits. Maybe it’s this Mando chick I’m headed out to find, asking why we’re looking for her, not knowing that the answer is going to be a dangerously cheesy pick-up line.
Nope, it turned out that my highest expectations couldn’t prepare me for absolute unbridled delight.
SHIT
HOLY SHIT
YESSSSSSSSSS
I thought that Bioware forgot that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I never expected them to realize what they did right! I thought that I’d never see you after those five flawless minutes we spent together at the very end of Act 3!
So he asks Kles if he is down to PARTY DOWN because of course, turning down an invitation to hang out with Darth Vowrawn is the worst possible thing you can ever do in your life, and not just because he’s going to murder you for being such a loser who can’t come over to his place and just chill out with him?
The only place that is worth going to ever is Darth Vowrawn’s secret party base. I cannot miss this and be able to live with myself.
Um.
But he isn’t here just for pleasure, as much of a pleasure to be with as he might be. Darth Vowrawn has been playing this game for a long time. Kleskizhae and Vowrawn may both think highly of each other, but Vowrawn’s not stupid enough to squander his friendship with the Emperor’s Fucking Wrath. Wrath!Kleskizhae is a huge asset of his, and he looks out for his assets.
THOSE PERVERTS! THEY COULD’VE JUST ASKED FOR NUDES AND THEY WOULD HAVE RECEIVED THEM! THIS INVASION OF MY PRIVACY AND ALSO THIS LEAVING ME OUT OF THE ROYALTIES CANNOT GO UNPUNISHED!
Apparently there are these weird invisible droidy things made of Force and stuff stalking me, but of course, Papa Vowrawn’s got connections, and he’s got a friend of a friend who’s got a device to decloak them.
I love you so much, Papa Vowrawn. I forgive you for letting the Casirapocalypse happen. I never blamed you. I never could blame you. I will never stop loving you, old man.
Okay so I need to lure these things out into the jungle so that I can bitchslap them without interference. Cool, I’m pretty sure I did this a couple times on Balmorra or something? Maybe Hoth? Whatever.
So them I’m killing these droids and they’re all like
SHIT
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
I swear, if the writers for the Sith Warrior and teh Imperial Agent got together, saw the end of Knight Act 2 and thought “We totally missed our chance! But wait! Expansion! YESSSSSS”, I am going to lose my fucking mind.
So I head back to the Vacation Shack for drinks when
Oh no.
FOR EVERY PARTY THERE IS AN EQUAL AND OPPOSITE SPOILSPORT
I am sure that Servant One came into being when the Emperor felt a ripple of good times in the Force that went out the second Darth Vowrawn first slipped from his mother’s womb about seven hundred years ago. When Kleskizhae joined forces with Vowrawn, the Emperor felt things shift. Something Had To Be Done.
That something that he did was just bitch out Kleskizhae, showing once again that the Emperor pretty much picked Kleskizhae as his New Replacement Wrath without doing any prior research.
Let me think of all the things that both parties have done for Kleskizhae from his perspective.
Servant One : Rescued me from rubble from that super obvious trap that Baras set up that I already knew was a trap because he was going to get sick of the neverending sassing at some point, made me do a bunch of stupid shit before directing me to Darth Vowrawn for help in actually killing Baras, narrowed the topics of my nightmares while also increasing the volume of them.
Darth Vowrawn: Wait wait wait, how is this even something that deserves more than a half second of consideration before deciding?
Snitches get stitches.
So then this dude goes on about how blah blah blah the only reason that the Emperor isn’t brainwashing the everlovin’ fuck out of Kleskizhae is because he’s still clinging to the false hope that Kleskizhae might someday stab something that the Emperor wants stabbed, instead of stabbing shit for shits and giggles and the Empire.
Ugh, what a douche, I don’t … wait a second.
WAIT A FUCKING SECOND
DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE!
:,D my baby
MY BEAUTIFUL PERFECT SITH BABY
I think that the error was made when the Emperor’s sole qualification for hiring his new Wrath was “Most Excited To Kill His Master”. I think that some forethought was needed there.
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