Naga Sadow Proconsul Report 3

Things you wished would happen in the movies:

“Love Me Some Gungans, or Jar Jar Must Die!”

~ Macron looked up to the holoscreen from his gory work in the lab. The Keibatsu had hated Gungans intensely for some time now, ever since watching that old history holovid about the beginning of the Clone Wars. The screaming Gungan on the table beneath him managed to draw a gasp of ragged breath, and resumed an irritating cacophony. Mac plopped a splayed hand on the alien’s chest to control the writhing as it puled.

Mononoke snarled and motioned to several IT-3 droids to finish the examination. The mad scientist washed the gobbets from his hands quickly in the bloody durasteel sink and retired to the nanoputer desk. The amphibians stunk in any case, and soap was good.

“Well, Hello Manesh. How goes it?” queried the alchemist as he saw the familiar face form before him form in miniature.

“Not bad, Mac, and you?” replied the smiling Consul.

“Same old, really,” he said as he gestured toward the writhing Gungan on the gurney. The smell of cauterized flesh wafted refreshingly near.

The droids were clustered around the green amphibian, slicing and prodding away. Bursts of blue light and smoke sizzled up from the electroprobes. It’s fingers scrabbled on the steel of the gurney like obscene crabs. It began to wail again, and was promptly stopped by a paralytic injection.

He flinched slightly as Macron giggled at the show. “Right, same old Mad Macron. Listen up, here is our war plan…”

Hee hee.

Anyhow, moving right along… It is RoS time, peoples. I see many of you are participating, and that is great! I hope to see many more. It is very important that we do well in this, just remember to have fun with it. So many of you are working hard, and that is great.

I need one of those drill-marching songs to chant here, but Sadow-style. “Cla-an Naga Sadow kicks some butt… we will make you marry a Hutt,” or something. Heh.

A thought: waiting for promotions. This one is near and dear to my heart. Once upon a time not so long ago, I was a ‘lil ‘ole apprentice. I worked hard, did lots of stuff and had fun, and eventually got promoted. At first, what I didn’t understand was “Well, I did the stuff? Why the wait?” Well, time in your Clan/House? Team/The DB is a factor.

What ended up happening was that my activity got noticed, and I was gifted with some medals. Guess what? Those make it easier to get promoted, and some are quite hard to get. For example, you only get seals for participating in big events like this Rite of Supremacy and the upcoming Great Jedi war. Notice Manesh got a Grand Cross? Well, that particular award is a really big deal!

What have I done this week? A few things- but the real question is: What have You done for your Clan this week?

~Finished my Ros II first round fiction of 6 pages, challenged 2 people and got challenged by one in the RoS ACC, some MB stuff, put a moon up on the Clan Wiki, began the Last Breath mine write-up for said Wiki w/pix I took at a mine to come, compiled a list of things needed on the Wiki (like pics, descriptions, etc), sent some emails, took on a new student, saw my former apprentice graduate to Knight, backed up all my DJB files, and finished my DV article.

Kudos: To all RoS participants. Thank you. To Manesh for his GC. To our new Knights. To Ashia for her AC. To Aegeus for passing so many SA courses. To Xanos for helping so much since he returned to the Clan from the Council Halls. To our excellent House Summits. To my new Black Guardsman, Shin’Ichi. To Malisane for winning my fiction competition.

                                                               Cheers, Macron