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Cassandra Paige

Cassandra Paige

Member Since 25 Dec 2017
Offline Last Active May 23 2018 09:16 AM

Give MF a recall grace period when changing FOs

15 April 2018 - 08:54 AM

We all know how activity can decline when a faction FO (for whatever reason) can't put a lot of energy into a faction. Real life, other responsibilities, burned out- whatever it is, when an FO steps down there is almost always a lead up of lower activity which often translates into lower activity for a faction as a whole when there isn't as much to do. 


Since faction ownership transfer requests get posted to a thread for Chaos staff and completely by chaos staff, it's easy to see when a faction is undergoing a change in leadership. 


We all also know that it can take 2-3 months for a new FO to get the ball rolling once they take over. It's not a matter of someone taking over and boom, suddenly the faction is active again. It takes acclimation and a slow build or a new FO ends up in serious burn out, or potentially alienating existing membership, which also isn't good for anyone. 


Since it's come up twice very recently, I'd like to propose that factions having a change in owner get a 2-3 month grace period from recall notices. This gives the new FO and potential new staff a chance to make a plan and get their feet under them, without having to scramble with the pending recall notice over their shoulder. 


It doesn't hurt anyone to offer this, and allows MFs that may have floundered due to tired/busy/overextended previous leadership a chance to rebound without additional pressure. If after that grace period nothing has changed then it will be obvious that the faction itself is ready to step back based on total activity,rather than because of the inevitable low that comes before a changing of the guard.

Damned and Demand

10 April 2018 - 02:13 PM

Itash thought of Maena as a planet of the Damned


Cass saw it as a planet of Demand


The truth of course, was that it was both


Cassandra Paige gazed out the transport window as they came in, following the prescribed flight path above the city. She.... wasn't really sure how she felt about it, to be honest. There was wealth here, but also filth. Soaring spires but also yellow smog and poverty. Of course, how did that make it much different from Coruscant? If anything it was much like a far (far) more extreme version, with all of the middle ground being shunted into one direction or the other. 


She tilted her head, looking out but leaning toward Itash slightly. They were seated next to each other, a case, large enough to hold a medium sized dog, at their feet. Her hand rested lightly in his, her thumb absently toying with the ring he'd set on her finger after that night. Even if his true face was hidden behind a literal mask now, offering only the younger appearance he'd been gifted with previously, the ring combined with his true face when they were in private reminded her daily of that night. 


Not that her hunger since then could let her forget. 


"It's..... not a particularly attractive city, is it?" She commented, just before the transport made it's finally approach toward the landing pad. 


"But it has a certain.... individuality to it." 


Before, she might simply have sneered. But that night had opened up things, experiences and views, that had been closed off to Cass before. Now?


She wasn't certain if she saw the appeal, but her mind was open to the possibility Maena presented. 



Itash Mecetti Six-O Matsu Xiangu

Alarm Clock's Warning

02 April 2018 - 04:35 PM

GenPals Conference Station




GenPals was doing remarkably well. 


At least, for what they were. 


A company that sold designer pets to people with more money than sense. Shackling them to proprietary foods and veterinary care that continued to turn profits even after the initial sale. Somehow over the last year, GenPals and its CEO had managed to convince the galaxy that they wanted- nay, needed- cute cuddly creatures and the cross merchandise that went with them. From t-shirts and toys to children's cartoons and vacation packages. 


Of course, they had no true power, beyond that of the credit and the loyalty people had to the silly little animals they pack bonded with beyond the realm of species and sapience. 


Humans, Cassandra had found, would pack bond with anything


Not only humans, but to be fair, that was the only species that Cassandra put active thought into if she could get away with it. She'd be perfectly happy to never again see a single wookiee, twi'lek, bothan or zeltron again. Of course, that wasn't how the galaxy worked and it was simpler to accept that than attempt any fool hardy rage against it. 


It was with appreciation, then, that Cass's next meeting was with the sort of person she could approve of. 


Oh she didn't care about his philanthropy, with the exception of her ability to invest and settle herself a hefty tax break. 


No, simply that it was to be a human sitting across from her at the table, the backdrop of the enormous aquarium wall shedding a gentle aquamarine light on secluded corner of the largest restaurant on the station, Oculus.


Cass perused the specials, waiting for Idris Voahan to arrive and be shown to the table.

Deranged Like Me

26 March 2018 - 04:19 PM

The place was huge. And both of them were so busy that there were parts of the sky hook that neither went to- there wasn't really reason to. That was why Cass discovered the room for the first time nearly a month after they had moved in together, it took that long to work through the entire place in detail. And even then at the time, she hadn't really paid much attention, she had been busy looking for a few odds and ends that had been misplaced during the move. 


A storage room full of crates- since she hadn't packed any of her own things (a great source of annoyance), it seemed like a reasonable place to look. 


Of course, the first crate was full.... but not of anything Cassandra recognized. 


She'd closed it with a frown, looking over her shoulder because for a moment she could have sworn she heard the sound of a half remembered whisper. But it was gone again, and she shrugged, moving on to the next crate. Again, nothing of hers, just.... random junk. Carefully stored and wrapped and nestled, but random junk nonetheless. Oh, she recognized it all as not merely old but antique certainly. It obviously had value or Itash wouldn't have kept it. It just seemed like such a motley assortment, really. 


Cass paused, fingers hovering over a small sphere. Grey eyes just watched it for a moment. It had, she'd been sure, moved. But it lay still now. Not really thinking about it, not really sure even of the why beyond a nearly compulsion like want, she picked it up. Her fingers slid lightly over the surface, brow knitting slightly- it looked textured but felt perfectly smooth. Beyond that, it was warm to the touch.


Hello Cassandra Paige. I'd been hoping to talk to you.




When Tash came home that evening, Cass wasn't there. 


That in and of itself wasn't that strange. They often worked different schedules, after all. 


Cass however, wasn't the only thing that was missing. Two other items, from that room, were gone. Easy to go unnoticed, if one wasn't looking for them really. The sphere, small enough to fit in the palm of a child's hand....


And a staff. 


The problem wasn't that she wasn't home when he arrived.... but when he reached out that mental connection to the Didact guards that should have been her shadows?


Something was very wrong indeed. 




Below, in the capital city of Mondder, Cass strode with an easy gait. The sphere was in her pocket, the staff held loosely in her right hand. The left reached up, casually trailing along the wall of the alley as she walked, a river of blue fire left behind in its wake. 


Together, we will do beautiful things. 


Itash Mecetti

Species 81-A

22 March 2018 - 12:50 PM




  • Intent: To fulfill a special order for Cerbera

  • ​Image Credit:  Grimmla | GenPals Logos created by me.

  • Canon: N/A

  • Links: Created by GenPals

  • Created with Cerbera



  • Name: Species 81-A

  • Designation: Sentient

  • Homeworld: Junction 01, GenPals Labs, Engineered Species

  • Language: Basic

  • Average Lifespan: 25-30 years

  • Estimated Population:  Rare (created for Cerbera. Not available to the public.)

  • Description:  With a similar base genetic template to cover the desired genetic traits, each individual prototype appears slightly different and has different skills. Made to assist Cerbera in her laboratory, these creatures work well together (generally), and need little more than a basic overview of a project to start their part of it.



  • Breathes: Type 1

  • Average height of adults: 30-50cm

  • Average length of adults: 30-60cm

  • Skin color: Black

  • Fur color: Blacks and greys

  • Distinctions: While their appearance varies, these animals are not true to that appearance in temperament or biology. Rodent, Feline, Canine and Reptilian in general appearance, they all sport a glossy coat of fur, dark intelligent eyes, and opposable thumbs on their paws. 

  • Races: N/A

  • Strengths:

(+) Adorable: Come on, look at them, they are cute as feth.

(+) Clever: They are very intelligent. Learning comes easy to them as does applying what they have learned.

(+) High Constitution: As they were made to work with Cerbera and her experiments all of the little critters are quite resistant against common toxins, diseases, and poisons.

(+) Fast: They are light on their feet, agile, and quick. They are difficult to catch and difficult to hit.


  • Weaknesses:

(-) Smol: They are fragile and vulnerable. Even though they are mildly stronger than their size suggests (capable of handling specially-sized equipment), anyone with even average strength will have no trouble crushing them.

(-) Non-Combat: While these are more assistants than pets, they are clearly non-combat models- while their reactions in a situation like that may vary from running and hiding to throwing unpleasant cocktails, they can do very little damage directly and while they can survive a glancing blow from a weapon, are certainly not going to survive more than one.

(-) Sterile: Like all GenPals animals, these are sterile to discourage irresponsible breeding.

(-) Proprietary: Like all GenPals animals, these animals require GenPals brand supplements to remain healthy.



  • Diet: Ominvores. Require GenPals proprietary amino acid supplement.

  • Communication: Speech and body language

  • Technology level: Galactic standard

  • Religion/Beliefs: These creatures know the truth of their creation. It was from the start never intended to be hidden from them. As such, they are deeply enamored with science, rather than religion. In a way that few other sentients ever get the chance for, these creatures know that they have a purpose and are wanted in this galaxy. This gives them a confidence that is difficult to shatter. If not loved, they at least deeply appreciate their place in this galaxy and that their existence was not due to accident or luck, but to deliberation and choice.

  • General behavior: Sentient, clever, and hard working, Species 81-A created for Cerbera are a loyal and dedicated group. That isn’t to say, however, that their loyalty extends to never questioning her or talking back. Just the opposite. The group consider it their duty to question, to pick apart poor logic, and make certain Cerbera is getting the best out of a given experiment or situation. They are not ‘people pleasers’ as a whole, and would rather challenge and get the correct answer in the end then to meekly go along with what they are told simply because they have been told it.





More special orders. This one pushing the boundaries of GenPals capabilities in every way. Working hand in hand with GenPals scientists, Cerbera ‘leaned in’ on the creation of her order. With the aid of the Sith Master, it wasn’t easy but they succeeded quicker than Cassandra had expected. With tweaking to the phenotypic expression of the genetics, it was possible to make each creature look different for ease of differentiation at a glance in the lab, while their sentience led naturally to different personalities for each.


With force sensitivity and cleverness being the primary traits desired by Cerbera, it was relatively easy to test for the first, and those with the trait were separated out for later training, while those without that sensitivity, well. Culling of undesirable animals had never been a difficulty for GenPals personnel, especially at the Junction 01 location. Most of the subjects without Force sensitivity were simply disposed of, though several of the scientists found use for those that did not fit Cerbera's criteria.


And the second? Complex tests in problem solving took time while also monitoring the creatures for potential psychosis. The first prototypes were capable of replicating a complicated win-or-lose game within a few hours, until they had figured out the most efficient way to achieve the win state every time. Success, and for the moment, stability. But there could be no long term guarantee of that. Fortunately, Cerbera found this an acceptable risk, much to Cassandra’s relief.