Omake: Echo Chamber in the Dark
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Omake: Echo Chamber in the Dark
POV: Initiate Qworo, Noocratic Philosophic Front base, Fogoru, Myto sector
"Tell me my student, how go our preparations?"
Initiate Qworo remained bowed to his Pedagogue, Grand Tutor Flintriso. A glimpse of the turquoise cloth of an Initiate still a source of pride. Months of searching had brought him to this now elusive breed of Fogorun. The once revered class of scholar-rulers on the planet driven to near extinction after the Empire declared the Teachings a threat to security and order. Pedagogues were cast out from their Hallowed Halls of Wisdom with the coming of the Empire.
Yet enlightenment cannot be so easily snuffed out. While the purges ravaged the cities as the Offworld Devils sought to impose their will, the Empire's destructiveness worked against them. In the their rush to smother the flame of wisdom, they failed to learn of a series of hidden retreats in the mountains for the Pedagogues' contemplation. Physical copies of the Teachings and even the rare Pedagogue were obscured from the Empire ever dim eye by those that remained faithful. These compounds were cut off from the world and its modern luxuries like the HoloNet and the planetary power grid. Their households of dedicated and pious servants served as the fertile soil from which the NPF has sprouted.
"They progress greatly my Pedagogue. The unenlightened Imperials grow ever more distracted by the pirate menace. We have been able to secure a shipment of detonite for our school under their lax customs officials."
Truly the Great Work favors our cause. The schools of the NPF had managed to secure stockpiles of chepatite in the past. Perfect to deliver correction to the Imperials' foot soldiers via explosive micro-rockets. However their walkers and repulsorcraft remained frustratingly out of reach. Now with detonite we may seed the roads and fortifications with explosive devices which will blossom into their destruction.
"Good, good. The time of the Grand Lesson draws ever closer. For too long have the Empire and their collaborators have taken Fogoru down an unwise path. It pains the world and us to see the stewardship we Pedagogues were entrusted with be conducted so poorly. Yet for the sake of the Grand Lesson, we have stayed our hands."
Qworo still remembers the day the Philosopher Elder Council was disbanded. The once masters of Fogoru dragged out in chains as dusty scrolls and ancient datapads were burned in great bonfires littering the capital's plazas. His mother stared at the fires from the rooftop and wept throughout the whole night.
Any hope of the Imperials possessing wisdom died in their first decree. That their sacred world of learning and wisdom dedicate itself to the base practice of pulling resources from the earth as a mining world. Not only were the Offworld Devils seeking to suppress the enlightenment of the Teachings, they sought to defile and plunder our sacred lands for the sake of building more of their demonic void vessels. His Pedagogue had taught all in his school that nothing good ever descended from the inky blackness above. No matter how much the Imperials claimed we were one species.
Being given the same classification as the lesser worlds around Fogoru caused many of his peers to tear their cloaks and protest in the streets. Only for the Empire to send these enlightened souls as the first wave to the mines. Their only crime rightfully expressing offense at being equated to the unenlightened savages that lived in ignorance around them. Qworo could only hope to emulate a tenth of the courage they had demonstrated in their martyrdom.
"Your words are the Great Work's message my Pedagogue. Even the uneducated masses driven far from the cities see the wisdom of NPF's cause. Overseers in the mines are blinded by met quotas and a lack of disorder. The unwise collaborators attempting to impose Imperial control only care for sating their indulgences like the fools they are. Never suspecting that there might be extra mined ore that now fills our coffers."
It pained Qworo how the Grand Lesson would be funded by the oppression of the enlightened. Yet do not the Teachings say suffering is a teacher of its own? It was one aspect of Imperial ideology that the Teachings could consider wise. For how would the unenlightened be brought out of their comfortable ignorance without pain? And should those unenlightened still resist or seek to betray us to the unwise? The Imperials were quite tolerant of workplace accidents in the mines.
For as his Pedagogue has preached, the Grand Lesson will not be for the Offworld Devils alone, but to all who reside on Fogoru. Correction is to be delivered upon Devil and unwise, treacherous collaborator and faithless bystander, from elder to babe, until all learn the wisdom of the Grand Lesson. Those that endure will flock back to the Teachings' embrace as the NPF demonstrates the power and righteousness of its cause.
"Yes the other Pedagogues have sent me messages of similar sentiments. Those that wish to join our school may be given the traditional flensing of the finger and be initiated. Our stores of arms are plentiful enough that they may yet play an active role in the Grand Lesson."
A smile crossed Qworo's lips at the fortune of their school. While they did not have the Tibanna gas to outfit their initiates with blasters, the more traditional slugthrower was easier to source. An Offworld Devil from Czerka Arms showed a twinkling of enlightenment by granting us to access to many 6-2Aug2 hunting rifles. Where the retreat's craftsmen once spent days crafting exquisite metal tea bowls for ceremonies, now they just as zealously dedicate their minds and bodies to produce bullets and spare parts in preparation for the Grand Lesson.
"The day the Grand Lesson can commence grows ever closer. I would gladly give my life to ensure the future where you and the other Pedagogues sit on the restored Philosopher Elder Council to dispense enlightened rule to Fogoru once more! Please use me body and soul my Pedagogue!"
A ghost of a smile finally passed his Pedagogue's lips. These decades of hiding and planning must have been so hard on him. This retreat in the mountains must pale in comparison of the Halls of Wisdom he once resided in. The thought of everything finally coming together must bring joy a thousandfold compared to what Qworo feels.
"You truly are enlightened Initiate Qworo. Once the local Imperial garrison falls, the unenlightened collaborators will crumble as their weak wills will be unable to keep their regime alive unsupported. From there we will have time to reeducate the people of Fogoru and reinforce the world while the Empire's navy is still distracted.
Picture it Qworo. My school shall be ascendant in the Philosopher Elder Council as the Noocracy is reinstated. Enlightenment will spread as the wisest will determine what course Forogu will take. The throngs shall be submerged back into the enlightenment of the Teachings as Fogoru's proper stewards reclaim their mantle once more.
Our world shall be safeguarded forevermore. An Initiate with a slugthrower behind every tree and at every street corner to protect our society from its enemies. Those the Council deem unwise being bound with the Fetters of Fatuity and driven to the darkest corners of society. Mayhaps we may find a use for those mines once all those Offworld Devils are driven back into the inky blackness. No longer will they taint our sacred planet with their demonic void vessels as landing areas will be lined with detonite before a single Devil can set foot on our blessed soil."
Qworo could see it. The vision his Pedagogue wished to instill into this humble initiate. A utopia based on the Teachings with no Republic or Empire to degrade their people. Encasing their world against the forces who wish to pollute it and purging it of the rot within. Truly this what the schools strived for in pursing the Great Work.
"I understand my Pedagogue. I eagerly await the day this vision becomes a reality. The Empire cannot be driven off Fogoru soon enough."
——
This Omake was an attempt to make a minor local antagonist group that could escalate to the point that the new Moff might have to step in. The hardest part was coming up with a kind of group that hasn't rebelled against the Empire a dozen times already. There are bound to be groups within the sector who hate the Empire and see the current destabilization as a chance to stage an uprising while their back is turned even if the Rebel Alliance is not involving itself.
The NPF are meant to demonstrate what can happen when there is no outside voice, like the Rebel Alliance advocating a Hearts and Minds strategy, to moderate discussion. Views can spiral into extremism when everything is being discussed in an Echo Chamber, hence the name of the Omake. Qworo exemplifies this by showing how being locked in an isolated compound filled with fanatics for over a decade with minimized outside contact can shift your view of the world and your place in it.
Crossposted on SB and SV
POV: Initiate Qworo, Noocratic Philosophic Front base, Fogoru, Myto sector
"Tell me my student, how go our preparations?"
Initiate Qworo remained bowed to his Pedagogue, Grand Tutor Flintriso. A glimpse of the turquoise cloth of an Initiate still a source of pride. Months of searching had brought him to this now elusive breed of Fogorun. The once revered class of scholar-rulers on the planet driven to near extinction after the Empire declared the Teachings a threat to security and order. Pedagogues were cast out from their Hallowed Halls of Wisdom with the coming of the Empire.
Yet enlightenment cannot be so easily snuffed out. While the purges ravaged the cities as the Offworld Devils sought to impose their will, the Empire's destructiveness worked against them. In the their rush to smother the flame of wisdom, they failed to learn of a series of hidden retreats in the mountains for the Pedagogues' contemplation. Physical copies of the Teachings and even the rare Pedagogue were obscured from the Empire ever dim eye by those that remained faithful. These compounds were cut off from the world and its modern luxuries like the HoloNet and the planetary power grid. Their households of dedicated and pious servants served as the fertile soil from which the NPF has sprouted.
"They progress greatly my Pedagogue. The unenlightened Imperials grow ever more distracted by the pirate menace. We have been able to secure a shipment of detonite for our school under their lax customs officials."
Truly the Great Work favors our cause. The schools of the NPF had managed to secure stockpiles of chepatite in the past. Perfect to deliver correction to the Imperials' foot soldiers via explosive micro-rockets. However their walkers and repulsorcraft remained frustratingly out of reach. Now with detonite we may seed the roads and fortifications with explosive devices which will blossom into their destruction.
"Good, good. The time of the Grand Lesson draws ever closer. For too long have the Empire and their collaborators have taken Fogoru down an unwise path. It pains the world and us to see the stewardship we Pedagogues were entrusted with be conducted so poorly. Yet for the sake of the Grand Lesson, we have stayed our hands."
Qworo still remembers the day the Philosopher Elder Council was disbanded. The once masters of Fogoru dragged out in chains as dusty scrolls and ancient datapads were burned in great bonfires littering the capital's plazas. His mother stared at the fires from the rooftop and wept throughout the whole night.
Any hope of the Imperials possessing wisdom died in their first decree. That their sacred world of learning and wisdom dedicate itself to the base practice of pulling resources from the earth as a mining world. Not only were the Offworld Devils seeking to suppress the enlightenment of the Teachings, they sought to defile and plunder our sacred lands for the sake of building more of their demonic void vessels. His Pedagogue had taught all in his school that nothing good ever descended from the inky blackness above. No matter how much the Imperials claimed we were one species.
Being given the same classification as the lesser worlds around Fogoru caused many of his peers to tear their cloaks and protest in the streets. Only for the Empire to send these enlightened souls as the first wave to the mines. Their only crime rightfully expressing offense at being equated to the unenlightened savages that lived in ignorance around them. Qworo could only hope to emulate a tenth of the courage they had demonstrated in their martyrdom.
"Your words are the Great Work's message my Pedagogue. Even the uneducated masses driven far from the cities see the wisdom of NPF's cause. Overseers in the mines are blinded by met quotas and a lack of disorder. The unwise collaborators attempting to impose Imperial control only care for sating their indulgences like the fools they are. Never suspecting that there might be extra mined ore that now fills our coffers."
It pained Qworo how the Grand Lesson would be funded by the oppression of the enlightened. Yet do not the Teachings say suffering is a teacher of its own? It was one aspect of Imperial ideology that the Teachings could consider wise. For how would the unenlightened be brought out of their comfortable ignorance without pain? And should those unenlightened still resist or seek to betray us to the unwise? The Imperials were quite tolerant of workplace accidents in the mines.
For as his Pedagogue has preached, the Grand Lesson will not be for the Offworld Devils alone, but to all who reside on Fogoru. Correction is to be delivered upon Devil and unwise, treacherous collaborator and faithless bystander, from elder to babe, until all learn the wisdom of the Grand Lesson. Those that endure will flock back to the Teachings' embrace as the NPF demonstrates the power and righteousness of its cause.
"Yes the other Pedagogues have sent me messages of similar sentiments. Those that wish to join our school may be given the traditional flensing of the finger and be initiated. Our stores of arms are plentiful enough that they may yet play an active role in the Grand Lesson."
A smile crossed Qworo's lips at the fortune of their school. While they did not have the Tibanna gas to outfit their initiates with blasters, the more traditional slugthrower was easier to source. An Offworld Devil from Czerka Arms showed a twinkling of enlightenment by granting us to access to many 6-2Aug2 hunting rifles. Where the retreat's craftsmen once spent days crafting exquisite metal tea bowls for ceremonies, now they just as zealously dedicate their minds and bodies to produce bullets and spare parts in preparation for the Grand Lesson.
"The day the Grand Lesson can commence grows ever closer. I would gladly give my life to ensure the future where you and the other Pedagogues sit on the restored Philosopher Elder Council to dispense enlightened rule to Fogoru once more! Please use me body and soul my Pedagogue!"
A ghost of a smile finally passed his Pedagogue's lips. These decades of hiding and planning must have been so hard on him. This retreat in the mountains must pale in comparison of the Halls of Wisdom he once resided in. The thought of everything finally coming together must bring joy a thousandfold compared to what Qworo feels.
"You truly are enlightened Initiate Qworo. Once the local Imperial garrison falls, the unenlightened collaborators will crumble as their weak wills will be unable to keep their regime alive unsupported. From there we will have time to reeducate the people of Fogoru and reinforce the world while the Empire's navy is still distracted.
Picture it Qworo. My school shall be ascendant in the Philosopher Elder Council as the Noocracy is reinstated. Enlightenment will spread as the wisest will determine what course Forogu will take. The throngs shall be submerged back into the enlightenment of the Teachings as Fogoru's proper stewards reclaim their mantle once more.
Our world shall be safeguarded forevermore. An Initiate with a slugthrower behind every tree and at every street corner to protect our society from its enemies. Those the Council deem unwise being bound with the Fetters of Fatuity and driven to the darkest corners of society. Mayhaps we may find a use for those mines once all those Offworld Devils are driven back into the inky blackness. No longer will they taint our sacred planet with their demonic void vessels as landing areas will be lined with detonite before a single Devil can set foot on our blessed soil."
Qworo could see it. The vision his Pedagogue wished to instill into this humble initiate. A utopia based on the Teachings with no Republic or Empire to degrade their people. Encasing their world against the forces who wish to pollute it and purging it of the rot within. Truly this what the schools strived for in pursing the Great Work.
"I understand my Pedagogue. I eagerly await the day this vision becomes a reality. The Empire cannot be driven off Fogoru soon enough."
——
This Omake was an attempt to make a minor local antagonist group that could escalate to the point that the new Moff might have to step in. The hardest part was coming up with a kind of group that hasn't rebelled against the Empire a dozen times already. There are bound to be groups within the sector who hate the Empire and see the current destabilization as a chance to stage an uprising while their back is turned even if the Rebel Alliance is not involving itself.
The NPF are meant to demonstrate what can happen when there is no outside voice, like the Rebel Alliance advocating a Hearts and Minds strategy, to moderate discussion. Views can spiral into extremism when everything is being discussed in an Echo Chamber, hence the name of the Omake. Qworo exemplifies this by showing how being locked in an isolated compound filled with fanatics for over a decade with minimized outside contact can shift your view of the world and your place in it.
Crossposted on SB and SV
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