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Reverse Engineering - Part 2

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Author's Note: Big thanks for the feedback on the first part and special thanks to coldfireknight for the mountain of help and slain commas. Please see the top-level comment below if you’d like to help with corrections, typos, awkward phrasing, etc.
I hope you enjoy the conclusion to my first series!
Admiral Muhr Lohset sat down gently upon the quadruped-modified seat in the Human embassy aboard Chyron Station. He had been making the trip more often, not just for their morning briefings but to see their progress in expanding the embassy to their liking. Lohset was impressed that they possessed the foresight to confer with engineers of many species to best accommodate their guests.
Not that the Human embassy received many guests yet, with the Galactic Union’s probation period still being in effect. In fact, Lohset’s own species, the Praetori, were the only Union species free to enter the embassy without express permission from the Union’s Council. Still, Lohset couldn’t help but feel pride for his colleague, Ambassador Ellen Sharp, as she finished delegating tasks to the various human workers that had relocated to the Station.
“Admiral, is it time for the briefing already?” Ellen intoned questioningly.
“Indeed, but I do so enjoy seeing a team in motion,” the Admiral reassured her.
The pair moved to the boardroom, an attendant trailing behind with the large seat designed specifically for Admiral Lohset. Once settled, the briefing began.
“What’s on the docket for today, Admiral?”
“Ellen, the day has come. The Council has determined the length of Humanity’s probation period. I received the notification last night but…well, I had a late meeting with the Habitation Administrator and once I’d returned to my quarters-,” he paused, “I wasn’t in a presentable state. You know I enjoy my off-hours,” the Admiral rambled around the subject.
“Please Lohset, I don’t care what you do on your off-hours, let’s get to the point,” she snapped.
Ellen was uncharacteristically impatient this morning. She had wasted most of the previous night listening in on a certain Praetori imbibing chemicals in his personal quarters and babbling to himself. She had very little patience for decorum today.
“I’ve never seen anything like it - just three of your years. They must have great faith in your peoples’ willingness to adapt,” Lohset stated as he stared into his refreshment pensively.
Shit.
Ellen was taken aback, silently pinging her assistant to relay a memo to Earth immediately.
Admiral Lohset retrieved a Pad from his haunch pocket, extending the screen so both he and Ellen could see the timeline depicted.
“As you see, this moves us further ahead than anticipated, let’s review the steps your species still has to take. Perhaps there is something I can assist with?”
Ellen shifted uneasily. She wasn’t ready to advance to the next stage in preparations but now it was do or die. “I believe there is, Admiral. Various human factions have been prototyping a number of different shuttle and rocket designs over the past eighteen months or so that I’ve been stationed here. There has been a great deal of trial and error…a great deal of error mostly. The space debris field over Earth has expanded considerably in recent months,” she admitted.
“However, we have made significant progress on our orbital trading platform initiative, moving to the step of developing the tandem mining and manufacturing station. The atomic mining probes are assessing our system’s asteroid belt as we speak.” The hook was baited.
Admiral Lohset hesitated before asking, “Atomic mining probes?”
Got ‘em.
“Yes, Admiral. Surely there wasn’t a translation error over that term?” Ellen moved to adjust the spatial translator device in the centre of the table - a gift each new embassy received from the Council.
“I believe I understand the meaning, but atomic power is quite dangerous for the inexperienced. Council doctrine mandates waiting until after probation is lifted to invest in restricted technologies, particularly those with such destructive potential,” the Admiral admonished.
Ellen kept her face blank as she made a mental note to recommend repurposing the warheads within the disposable mining probes sooner rather than later. She looked to Lohset curiously.
The Admiral stood to pace the boardroom. “Ellen, I think it is time I told you the story of my ancestors’ hubris. We were not always the Praetori, you know. Our ancestral species, the Primus, were one of the founding members of the Galactic Union, along with a long-extinct species known as the Cornicen. Much has been lost to time, but the Galactic Union has persevered as an institution for contacting new species - fostering goodwill, fair trading, and equitable qualities of life for all. A noble endeavor, don’t you think?” Though Admiral Lohset did not wait for a response before continuing.
“The Primus and the Cornicen were brought to the brink of extinction by their ancient enemies, the Epyrians. It is believed that the Primus were reduced to little more than a few thousand individuals, subjected to a population bottleneck even their technology could not prevent. They entered a Dark Age and millenia later, Praetori history began, sung by millions of brothers-in-arms.
“One of the great artifacts of the Primus was kept as a holy relic through the ages. That relic may be the only reason we remember the full extent of Epyrian treachery today, for it became the first Galactic Standard Schematic, a simple but very effective electrical capacitor. Indeed, our ancestral species were the original designers of this device while the Epyrians profited off of their achievements. An entire civilization leeching off the work of my ancestors.
“The hubris of the Primus was thinking their property was their own, inviolate. The Praetori remember, though. This is why Galactic Standard Schematics must meet many requirements besides their function. They must be unreproducible, unmistakable, undeniably linked to the species of origin.
“The Galactic Union has no records of these ancient events. Even the Epyrians forget the humble past of their ‘utopian’ homeworld. No, the Praetori alone remember and sadly only seem to be acknowledged for our ‘elder’ status among the species. One by one, the fruits of our inherited gifts were stolen away, along with the respect we were once afforded, long before my time.” Lohset seemed to deflate and leaned to put his graspers on the back of a seat.
“But you already knew all of this, didn’t you Human Ambassador Sharp?” a new voice said with a slight sneer. A figure wrapped in shadow emerged from the edges of the boardroom, much to Ellen’s surprise. A sheepish embassy receptionist gestured in the doorway apologetically, as if to say he was unsure how the tall, shadowy Praetori managed to get by him. Ellen glared accusingly at her assistant before fixing a decidedly more diplomatic look upon her face.
The new Praetori took a seat in Admiral Lohset’s vacant chair. The Admiral addressed Ellen curtly. “Ambassador Sharp, please make your acquaintances with the Praetori Empire’s foremost spymaster, Ahaim Senfet.”
Ellen gave a slow nod to the spymaster, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I have an idea of what you’re up to, Human, but we must be careful now. The Council is waiting for your species to break the terms of probation and here I have a mountain of evidence showing just how many times that has occurred!” Spymaster Senfet pulled open his cloak, revealing several Pads fastened to the inner lining. “Give me something I can work with because this,” he gestured to his cloak once more, “I can’t work with this. I’ve done what I can to cover your tracks but you’re getting reckless. What would you have me do, Ambassador?”
Boys and their toys.
Ellen sighed and looked up at the Praetori men with a smirk.
MEMO: AMARYLLIS
ATTN: ROOST
SUBJECT: OPERATION PROMETHEUS - PHASE 2
ENGRAM ENCRYPTION ACTIVE
ATTACHMENTS: AhaimSenfet.id
Our mystery friend made an appearance today, see attached profile. Turns out the Praetori are a little more experienced in our craft than our reports suggest.
Lohset finally recounted his peoples’ grudge with the Epyrians with me, I think we can trust him for the next phase. He reacted…poorly to the mention of atomic devices, but this worked in our favor for the probation extension. I guess nobody has ever asked for an extension to their probation period before, but the Council was all too eager to rubber stamp it with our simple explanation of needing the extra time for ‘Atomic Disarmament’.
I’ve secured another 7 years for Projects DISARMAMENT and TRADE SECRET. I am recommending we advance the timeline to begin both projects immediately.
My pension with the Agency maxes out in 6, by the way.
Things moved quickly over the next few years, the constant flurry of activity became the new normal in the Human Quarter on Chyron Station. To all appearances, Humanity rallied behind the Council’s mercy and wise judgment, their gratitude shown in larger and larger investments in Chyron Station, even outside their allotted space.
Despite being contained within the barricaded Human Quarter, the embassy began its work proper, expanding influence and reciprocating gestures from other species. As a result, the symbol for Humanity aboard Chyron Station became one of isolation and mystery, a simple humanoid within a white, puffy, full-body suit with a gold visor. When the other species discovered this was a miniaturized replica of the primitive spacesuits Humanity first visited their moon in, demand for their culture and trinkets skyrocketed. Spacemen figurines soon went everywhere that humans couldn’t. Cultural exchange went both ways, after all.
Ellen liked to sit by the Barricade and hear the Station’s bustle and muffled alien tongues from just a short distance beyond. She found herself here again, eyes closed, eating a spartan lunch of nutrients from a disassembled food dispenser in the staff room of the embassy.
Progress on the outside is proceeding nicely, now to bring it home.
As she walked through the Human Quarter back to the embassy, she couldn’t help but marvel at how far they had come in such a short time. Project DISARMAMENT was largely out of her hands, but it was on track, according to the memos. Project TRADE SECRET was about to begin in earnest, as soon as the rest of her support team arrived. The residences and community buildings were nearly finished and her team would soon grow to a respectable one hundred and six humans, with a few Praetori attachés on Spymaster Senfet’s recommendation. Those were the one hundred and six humans that the Council had approved and knew of, anyways.
The team had settled in quickly and the embassy finally felt lived-in, after years of construction and mostly empty rooms. Still, the progress the fully-assembled team had made in just two months was staggering. All over the Human Quarter, innocuous mishaps added up.
A Council attendant-bot returned three minutes late with one of its wheels six degrees out of alignment. A holographic display in the embassy suddenly had a loose knob. A heating/cooling unit in the new residences was reset to factory default settings, seemingly without cause. Each event was barely worth a service request of its own, but a trained eye could see the pattern.
The Praetori were invaluable in their part, running interference and public relations outside the Barricade. In public, the Praetori would advocate for human cultural diversity and untold creativity, despite their relative technological ineptitude. In private, Humanity was the subject of many excited discussions between the Station residents.
The spymasters of Chyron Station were no exception. They were friendly with each other and held a monthly gambling tournament that rotated hosts and games by species favourites. None of them had gotten their positions without seeing the value in an interspecies network of spies and all of them were eager to discuss what new developments they’d learned regarding the elusive Humans. All but the Praetori spymaster, Ahaim Senfet, who bided his time and said little more than was required by tonight’s games.
The Epyrian spymaster rejoiced as he collected his shells from around the table. Senfet tried not to stare, his blood boiling as each croak of the frog-like Epyrian’s noxious laugh polluted the room with an acrid smell. Senfet was not the only one to notice either, as seats were shuffled away from the other end of the table.
“They are undisciplined, that’s what they are! Creativity is the absence of discipline, as the ‘elder’ can attest to,” the Epyrian loudly declared, gesturing towards Senfet. The acrid smell was too much, the pride too much, all of it too much. Senfet had been taking this all night and was about to lose sight of his own discipline before he caught himself.
“They ASKED for three times as long of a probation as the Council gave them,” the room erupted in laughter at Humanity’s expense. “At least they only have one quarter of their probation left, nearly the same as when they got here!” another round of laughter went around the room.
“That’s enough,” the Praetori stood, towering over the table in his cloak. He took a slow look around the room as they quieted down. He noticed the shifting eyes as he placed a grasper within his cloak, revealing one of the Spacemen figurines and tossing it on the table. “This is their chosen image to us, an opaque and unknowable facade. Don’t think you understand them when you’ve never met one. I have and they’re just like any one of us. Most of us, anyway,” he cast a momentary glance at the Epyrian.
“Oh, of course you would come to their defense, ‘elder’ lapdog,” the Epyrian mocked, “Why should we even give them the time of day? They have absolutely nothing to offer us besides that trinket, no natural weapons, they follow Council rules to the letter,”-Senfet had to stifle a laugh at that-”and they’ll be absorbed by some race with actual ambition!”
Senfet turned away from the table neutrally. “You should hold a healthy skepticism about anything you hear when it comes to Humans. You know they asked for that extra time in probation to voluntarily dismantle their tens of thousands of atomic weapons stashed from before we found them?” the Praetorian mused.
Senfet had the room’s full attention. Even the eavesdropping son of the establishment’s owner made an audible gasp. “Yes, atomic weapons. They have atomic power too, but far more weapons than even the most barbaric of us”-another side glance at the Epyrian-“would know better than to spend resources developing. They used them on themselves,” he let the words hang and then picked up his things. “I believe I’ve had enough gambling for the evening.”
MEMO: SECRETARY GENERAL - UN GOV
ATTN: TABASCO AKA AMARYLLIS
SUBJECT: OPERATION PROMETHEUS - PHASE 3
CC: ROOST; PROMETHEUS-HEPHAESTUS; PRAETORI-GOV
ATTACHMENTS: DISARMAMENT.vid; TABASCO.id; AMARYLLIS.id
BURN NOTICE ACTIVE
Transfer of Command - ROOST relinquishes TABASCO AKA AMARYLLIS to UN GOV
Transfer of Jurisdiction - ROOST relinquishes CHYRON STATION Theatre to UN GOV
Transfer of Operations - ROOST relinquishes OPERATION PROMETHEUS to UN GOV
Project DISARMAMENT resounding success, see attached video detailing final munitions depletion
Per the Official Statement to CHYRON STATION, asset TABASCO, see attached profiles, is reprimanded for repeatedly breaking UN GOV / ROOST policies regarding the CHYRON STATION Theatre. Effective immediately, TABASCO is relieved of CHYRON STATION Command, and placed on disciplinary leave, pending replacement.
TABASCO is commended for her mission’s success, along with ingenuity and initiative demonstrated throughout her career and within CHYRON STATION Theatre. Full benefits of UN GOV Ambassadorial service to be extended to her spouse and dependents in perpetuity. ROOST pension to be transferred to UN GOV and set to highest pay scale immediately.
OPERATION PROMETHEUS - PHASE 3 is GREEN LIT
Retired Ambassador Ellen Sharp gave a long look at her desk, still the Council-issued one she sat down at ten years ago. The embassy assistants had done the heavy lifting, ensuring the Council’s bugs were still being fed the same disinformation feed, uninterrupted while Ellen packed her things. She smiled as she unplugged the power cord on the dummy computer connected to the outlet in the desk.
I wonder if anyone even reads the memos this thing generates anymore.
The last thing she took from her office was her own Spaceman figurine, its sensor suite disabled and its memory wiped for today’s ceremonies. Once she finished her third sweep of the office and her usual haunts, she was accompanied by her assistants and her old friend, Admiral Muhr Lohset, as they loaded her things into the shuttle back to Earth. Ellen couldn’t help but laugh when Lohset was required to override the shuttle’s coordinate restrictions on Earth’s system one last time. The Praetori Admiral gave her a final long hug, wishing her luck planetside.
The Barricade came down with a cheer that reverberated all throughout Chyron Station. The Human Quarter was open for business and the probation was soon to be lifted. Ambassadors of all species lined up to meet their elusive counterpart known chillingly only by the name “Sharp” all this time. Trade deals, alliances, tourism exchanges were the topics of the day as the Human Quarter became decidedly less Human every second.
Each Ambassador left empty-handed, dismayed that they had missed their Human colleague by mere minutes. Ellen’s sudden retirement further fuelled the gossip about her enigmatic species while she kicked off the final stages of OPERATION PROMETHEUS from her shuttle. Speculation ran rampant while aliens of all shapes and sizes browsed the pop-up shops for Spaceman figurine accessories. The dull roar of theories could be heard at any of the fully-automated Human food carts located around the Station.
As soon as the coordinate restrictions on Earth’s system were lifted, the interspecies trade fleet sped off at full spiral warp to be the first to properly meet the newest members of the Galactic Union. Unfathomable amounts of trade goods and technologies were packed away for the long journey. Some months later, the first ships of the trade fleet arrived in Earth’s solar system and were each greeted by an autonomous drone.
“Welcome, visitors to the Sol System! As you arrive, please form an orderly queue orbiting the factory satellite of our system’s third planet, Earth. Would you like to listen to our free audio tour while you wait?”
One by one, the trade ships arrived and were greeted by the unusual drones. Several ships had already incurred debt by accepting the extra services and bundled deals their assigned drone offered. When the fleet arrived in full, the drones addressed them as one.
Attention Galactic Union Trade Fleet, this is Orbital Trade Platform Prometheus speaking. Please transmit your trade offers and cargo manifests to your assigned drone now.
The Praetori ships had been some of the last to arrive, Admiral Lohset eager to see the Human homeworld again. Now that the space debris field was cleared up, Lohset took the opportunity to watch the greens, blues, and wisps of white of Earth flow by. The Humans needed their moment though, the Praetori would wait. The crew went into standby and began placing bets on what would happen next.
Some of the trade ships sat in stunned silence, others such as the Epyrians were subjected to the rage of their leadership. Was this a joke? The drones had rejected every technology offered, one by one, until finally all that remained in the cargo holds were the trade goods and advanced materials, which the drones happily offered exorbitant sums for. Many ships only docked with the Trade Platform to receive an explanation for the offence of rejecting their technologies, including their vaunted Galactic Standard Schematics.
Orbital Trade Platform Prometheus had been built specifically for this occasion. Each docking bay was designed for a different species, including embassy space, residences, and public green space, all artfully woven together but otherwise devoid of life. However, the species-designated docking bays each featured a carefully chosen array of technologies laid out for the respective species to inspect.
A feeling of suspicion spread throughout the Platform as the visitors came to understand that each docking bay presented adapted versions of their own species’ Galactic Standard Schematics, refined by Human design. Worse yet, there were no adaptors to be found anywhere and the various devices seemed to all be made of single blocks of material, obscuring the inner workings to the casual observer.
As Admiral Lohset exited his ship into the spacious Praetori docking bay, a familiar voice rang out across the platform, “Welcome to Trade Platform Prometheus, honored guests. I regret being unavailable to meet with each of your species aboard Chyron Station. Each of you here today has offered us kindness, generosity, and gifts beyond our imagination. We thank you all for the lessons you’ve taught us.
“You will find in your respective docking bays our tailored gifts for each of your species in return. Each piece of technology in front of you is theoretically capable of outperforming your species’ Galactic Standard Schematics.
“Please reserve your judgment until I am finished.”
“Before you think about attempting to reproduce these, we have a total of one thousand, six hundred, thirty-one Galactic Standard Schematic applications pending, as of just moments ago. You will find these devices to be quite unreproducible. Mass spectrometry will reveal a strong presence of Caesium-137 and Strontium-90 throughout, unable to be economically generated without the use of atomic weapons. As you may know, Humanity has disposed of our atomic weapons of the past and each of you are forbidden by Galactic Union laws from developing such technologies.
“However, each of your species that can verifiably claim to be the origin of a Galactic Standard Schematic will be given free planetary licenses in perpetuity to use, produce, or sell these adapted devices, under certain conditions. The only restriction is that you may not produce the devices off-world and if you wish to export them, Humanity’s UN-Government Coalition will receive a portion of the revenue under the license agreement.”
There were murmurs of discontentment and confusion in many of the docking bays as species began loading the solid blocks of material into the ships’ cramped cargo bays. In the Praetori docking bay, however, there was only a single piece of technology laid out for them, the original Praetori Schematic for a capacitor.
The familiar voice echoed from the docking bay’s entryway. “Hey Muhr, welcome to Earth,” Ellen teased playfully. She had regained some youth in her time away from Chyron Station.
Admiral Lohset looked down to the small capacitor with some amusement. “This? I don’t think we can verifiably claim much about its origin…” Lohset trailed off.
“I doubt anyone else will be able to either, so I’m free to waive the terms of the license agreement in this case. Enjoy the gift, Muhr, and don’t find another reason to complain or I’ll formally request you as my attaché here on Earth.”
“I think I’d like that.”
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Life in the Harem

A look at the harem of Jabba the Hutt-from the eyes of many of its inhabitants.
Mefora Arless
Her eyes straining from the transition out of the blaze of her homeworld's sun into the darkened room, Mefora struggled to see even a foot in front of her. A loud clang, followed by the beep of a lockpad, told her that she was sealed inside the cell. The floor beneath her bare feet (she had lost her shoes when the mansion was raided) felt smooth and cool. A scent of flowers, fruit, and something she could not quite place filled the warm air, and a whirring (if invisible) fan sent tendrils of it washing over her, the scent swirling around her and enticing her forward. Stumbling blindly ahead, she made solid contact with a wall, made not of stone but of some thick, draped cloth. Following the lines of the drapery, her hand ran over a switch, and she froze. A voice hailed her from the darkness. “Go ahead, press it. We could all use a little light, you know." It was a friendly voice, with a hint of mischief about it. Still, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with turning on the lights. She took a deep breath and flicked the switch upwards.
Mercifully, the lights did not snap on all at once-her retinas would have disintegrated from strain. A series of glow panels slowly lit up, and then some sky-lights opened, showing her a scene that she wouldn't believe existed even in the luxuries of her plush mansion, let alone on this city-world.
What she had thought a cell was actually a massive room, with a floor of white marble, only the edge of which was visible under the thick rugs that lay on it. Piles of cushions were scattered about, and low, broad silk couches lined the walls and edged the ten large pools that were cut into the floor. A light steam rose from them and rolled along the floor, swirling around any solids it encountered. the walls, as she had discovered, were made of a thick, soft fabric, which hung in billows from golden cords and marble pillars, or else long silver rods between the columns. Bowls of exotic fruits and wine stood on holders throughout the place, and the exotic scent was revealed to be from the many braziers that puffed sedately from discreet alcoves. Trays of perfumes or makeup lay next to each couch, apparently at the disposal of their occupants-and it was the occupants that drew her attention the most.
Fully two dozen extremely pretty girls lounged on the rooms luxurious furnishings, or in the pools, or even on the thick carpeting. To a one, they seemed at once expectant, but also entirely at ease-one had not even stopped shaving. Most were sipping sedately at goblets of fine gold or crystal.
One couch in particular drew her eye. A sea of billowy blue silk, the four girls on it somehow seemed superior to the rest, and even while she waited one got up and walked gracefully over. She was extremely beautiful, with rich brown hair and a perfectly sized chest. "Welcome," the girl intoned, a grin threatening to break through to her face, "to our world." A flick of a wrist summoned one of her couchmates. "Jess, show her around and prepare her, please. The rest of you," she admonished, a smile now well in evidence, "Quit staring, its rude." The girl named Jess replied, "Of course, Your Highness," and bowed deeply. 'Her Highness' patted Jess on the back as she left, sliding down into the pool nearest her couch. she had not even bothered to undress-then again, Mefora realized, she didn't have to. Save for the collar necklace she wore about her neck, she had nothing to take off. A look around showed this to be the case with much of the room-except for the collars (apparently a popular decoration) few wore anything at all, none anything substantial.
A tug snapped her back to herself. Jess (herself dressed in little more than a panty) drew her away to a door behind some of the curtain walls. "C'mon, you need a makeover," Jess told Mefora. "You mean I'm going to have to dress like that?" she asked incredulously. "You call this dressed?" giggled Jess. "That's my point. Do I have to?" Jess sighed. It was like this with every new girl. "You'll get used to it." Mefora shrugged. After all, everyone else had.
Going through the door, they walked down a short tunnel and found themselves in a small, well appointed greenroom. A shower stall of fine crystal and gold trimming stood in one corner, and most of the remainder of the space was filled with an ordinary looking makeup counter. Mefora was struck by how unused everything looked.
"It's everlasting," Jess explained patiently, when Mefora commented on this. "The stuff never comes off, and so we never use it, except for new girls. That other bunch in the main room is just for fun." With a quick, skilled hand, she began to apply it. As she finished, Mefora snuck a peek at the mirror and gasped-the girl there looked nothing like the Morwillian noblewoman that had entered the harem. That girl was an Empress, a queen, and, somehow, a whore. Her dirty blond hair was now the color of auburn, her cheeks slightly flushed, her lips a deep, sensuous cherry color that perfectly matched her nails.
"Now for this," said Jess, as she gently pinched Mefora on the shoulder. "Into the shower, girl." She laughed playfully. Still unsure of herself, Mefora undressed (Jess covered her eyes) and got in, turning on a flood of warm water and rose petal scent. Jess gave her a minute, and then called through the door, "Ok, olive will be fine."
"What?" asked Mefora
"Here, I'll show you." With that, she opened the door and climbed in.
"Hey!" exclaimed Mefora, startled. "What're you in here for?"
"It'll just be a minute," Jess promised. Turning off the water, she began to work a measure of liquid from a pink bottle over Mefora's skin-all of her skin. Mefora couldn't help but balk as Jess' hands slid along and around her breasts.
"Is that necessary?" she asked, as Jess finished her bosom and began to work down towards her abdomen. The older girl was quite focused on her task, and seemed to be taking a great deal of care to make sure that she got the dye to cover Mefora's entire person. Her answer was a bit more clipped than usual.
"Yes. And, by the way, if you could give me a hand-" she indicated the bottle-"this would be a lot faster."
"Is it really that important?"
"You bet. It would look terrible if we were all different colors, right? The High Exalted One needs to look good in every way-and that means that we need to look good. C'mon, hurry up." At Jess' urgings, Mefora took a little of the stuff and gingerly began to rub it onto the folds around her entrance. Jess herself had moved on to her back, and the sense of her finger tips sent goosebumps rippling down Meforah's spine time and again. She noticed and paused, whispering in Mefora's ear,
"Hey! Loosen up, girl! It'll only be a minute more." Meforah could swear that she felt Jess kiss her as she said that. It wouldn't have been out of place.
After the last of the dye was applied to the space between her toes, Jess helped Mefora out of the shower. Both girls' clothes had been whisked away, as had the makeup, leaving the mirror sitting alone on the washstand. Jess pointed her to it and flicked on the bulbs that surrounded the glass.
Mefora gasped. Her skin, formerly pale from the weak, cold sun of her home planet, had deepened to a rich olive tone, complimenting the auburn mane that had somehow appeared out of her former brown locks. Cherry-red lips, dark eye-liner, and just a touch of blush completed the ensemble, all making for a girl that any Princeling would be ready to kill for. There was one thing missing, though.
"Jess, what am I going to have to wear?" she asked. Despite the manner that they had conducted themselves with in the shower, Mefora liked her modesty, and the thought of wearing what some of those girls had been was more than a little sickening. Jess just laughed.
"Here you go," she giggled, and pulled out a panel from the wall. It was hung with a number of different costumes, none of them remotely solid. Jess moved around to the other side of the rack and began to flick through them. Before long, she had made her decision.
"This one," she muttered with conviction, and brought it over. It was a rich turquoise, and had been fashioned to look like seaweed, with curling tendrils that flashed with silver highlights when it moved.
"Just in from Mon Calamari. It's supposed to be form fitting." said Jess as she pushed the shapeless mass into Mefora’s arms. Surprisingly, it felt not like seaweed but like smooth, light cloth. Mefora looked at it in surprise.
"It feels a bit-" she broke off. The strands had come to life, and now twisted themselves around her, forming a comfortable and very revealing one-piece costume. She noted with relief that they had thought to cover her breasts (sort of) and the small triangle between her legs (less so).
While this was happening, Jess had snapped open a drawer in the washstand and pulled out a pair of small, emerald-set earrings, a sheaf of gold thread, and an anklet. The jewelry, Jess explained would not come off until it was told, and the costume would work in the same way.
"And those are for?" Mefora asked. The thread still sat on top of the washstand, untouched.
"Oh, right," cried Jess. "I forgot. Her Highness would have been furious." Pulling the threads loose a few at a time, she began to weave them into Mefora's hair, skilled fingers flitting back and forth. In a few minutes, the thread was gone. "Right, now that'll be permanent, just like this," Jess said, holding up a metal collar. To Mefora's horror, it was irremovably affixed around her neck. "Jess, do I really need to wear that?" Mefora asked. Jess smiled. "Of course, it's the most important part! Don't worry, you'll soon treasure it," Jess answered. At least it seemed comfortable, and it's silver color matched her outfit. Jess beckoned her out of the makeup room.
"Come on, I'll show you around." she invited. Moving self-consciously, Mefora went with her.
This time, they did not re-enter the harem, but instead took a lift up to a floor that seemed to be entirely made of luxury bedrooms, each one seeming a mini-harem of it's own. Jess kept up a running commentary.
"These are the private rooms, of course, for the important or experienced slaves. You may notice the name plates on the doors." Looking around, Mefora noticed seven bedrooms. Three on each side, and one at the end of the hall. That one had a golden name plate with Amanda engraved on it. One of the others had Jess.
"Now, if we go down one floor-" they did-"we find the 'night rooms'. Part of our job is to chat up the people in court, and this is where we sleep if we are successful."
"You mean that-" Mefora spluttered, horrified.
"Yes. Get used to it-you really don't want to be the least bedded when inspection time comes." They entered the lift again. It stopped on a floor with dozens of closed, though probably comfortable, bed rooms. "These are where we sleep when we are not successful."
The lift went down again. "We don't really have enough rooms for everyone, so either double up or sleep in-" Jess stepped out of the lift and flung the door at the end of the hall open. "-here!"
They were back in the harem. Stepping out of the lift and opening the door, a chorus of cheering and congratulations greeted their arrival.
"Good one, Jess!"
"You've still got it!"
"Her Highness will be astounded-forget The High Exalted One!"
One girl in a pink and purple costume strode over and threw her arms about Jess. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, and kissed Jess full on the mouth. Jess responded with equal passion. Mefora goggled for a moment, and ten slipped away from the small crowd to wander among the harem's luxuries.
Finding an unoccupied corner of a pool, she slid in, a sigh of pleasure escaping her as the heated water enveloped her with a cloud of honey scent. Reaching behind her, she pulled a large globular fruit from a bowl and began to peel it. the Rind came away in a cloud of lemon-scented musk.
"Wise decision," said someone. Mefora looked up to see a lithe blueish Twi'lek behind her, sliding out of the nets that made up her costume. She cast them aside and dropped naked into the pool beside Mefora, twitching her lekku with enjoyment. A small tinkling filled the air-the lekku-tips had been pierced and hung with small bells. The human girl tugged away the last chunk of rind, pulling out the seed-pod with it and spraying a fine mist of juice into the air. Carefully separating a chunk of it, she popped it into her mouth, relishing in the explosion of sweetness on her tongue.
"You'll need some relaxation. Everyone does after her intro." The Twi'lek stretched out on the bench beside her, modelling bare, sensual curves to the fullest extent. One taloned hand dipped into the water and came up holding something. "Yours?"
"Oh, NO!" cried Mefora, dropping the fruit by the side of the pool. the limp mass in the alien's hand was her costume, now ruined. She grabbed it away, horrified-for no reason, as it turned out. The minute it touched her, the strands flew to life, wrapping about her limbs as if they had never come off. To make sure, she tugged on one. It unraveled, and the whole lot was set by the poolside. Reclaiming her snack, Mefora turned to the Twi'lek.
"What were you saying?"
"Everyone needs to settle in a bit. I only got here a few weeks ago myself, but it's not hard to get used to if you go with the flow," She pulled a handful of grapes from the bowl. "So, did they tell you about the games yet?"
"What games?"
"Oh, we have some friendly competitions now and then." She put an emphasis on the word friendly that made Mefora slightly suspicious, but she didn't say anything, just popped down the rest of the fruit. "By the way, I'm Yifa'toar. You?" The Twi'lek broke off, looking inquiringly at Mefora.
"Mefora Arless. So-what goes on around here?" she asked. Yifa's answer was cut short by an explosion of cheering at the other end of the pool. "Come on," she said, "Race you there." The two girls took off, and swam rapidly to the far edge. A sort of contest had broken out amongst a dozen or so of the girls. standing around one of the couches, a massive scarlet one, two girls at a time would pull each other down onto it and try to keep a liplock for as long as possible without coming up for air. Yifa and Mefora looked on in growing fascination as they watched some pairs go for nearly a minute wrapped up in each other. Mefora was shocked at how easily the girls here kissed other females, and with how much passion they did so with-thoughts that were unpleasantly interrupted by a strange sensation that suddenly flowed up her body. She wanted to do it too.
With a start, she realized that Yifa had looped a braintail around her shoulders and was slowly rubbing her thigh. By way of response, she slid a hand along the Twi'leks back, a row of goosebumps exploding in its wake. Yifa turned and gave her a look that set off a storm inside Mefora's stomach, and before she knew it they had clambered out of the pool to join those milling about near the couch.
In short order, the two of them were standing right at the edge of the 'playing area', and cheering with everyone else. A hand pressed into the small of her back, and Yifa whispered to her, "Come on, it's our turn!" They collapsed into the silken dunes, hugging each other tightly. Mefora pulled a sheet away from her face-and Yifa lunged forward from behind it. Their lips met, and she lost the ability to think of anything but the full form of the Twi'lek pressing into her stomach. sliding her tongue out, she met Yifa's halfway, the two doing a slow, delightful dance. It was an age before she remembered to breathe, and they broke apart, rolling off to the ecstatic squeals of the onlookers. Mefora, however, heard nothing but the thudding of her own heart. That was far too enjoyable for what it was.
"That was amazing!"
"A minute and a half!"
"Best time all day!"
"We won!" Yifa told her.
"I shouldn't have liked that. I've never liked that. But I did. Why?" Mefora asked. Yifa grabbed her hand.
"Come, I'll explain to you about your new life," she said. In one of the empty rooms upstairs, the two girls settled into a hot tub and Yifa started to talk. It was the same speech she herself had received upon her "initiation".
"In this place, we don't conform to traditional standards. This is a life concerned with pleasure, the High Exalted One's first, ours next. It doesn’t matter what we do-as long as someone enjoys it," she paused, "Thusly, you will instinctively enjoy whatever you do, whether or not you think you should. Its complicated but, well, you'll learn."
"I hope I do soon," grumbled Mefora, "That felt too weird."
"Well, then.." said Yifa, and suddenly caught her up in a hug, pressing them hard together. Her hands slid along Mefora's back, and the costume dropped away, joining the Twi'lek's on the bottom of the pool. Their lips met, and then Mefora slid a hand downward along Yifa's stomach, feeling her full form. Yifa clamped one hand across the back of Mefora's head, the other across her backside, and they both dissolved in bliss.
After an hour of amazing pleasure, Mefora and Yifa finally relaxed. Mefora, however, still had some questions.
"Look, Yifa, no one's really told me what my purpose is here. I don't know where I am, I don't know how long I'll be here, and I don't know who this High Exalted One is."
Yifa stared at her. "How do you not know who your new master is? Didn't you see the massive palace on your way in? How many people do you think it could be?"
"I don't know. I'm a Morwillian noblewoman who's only told about what happens on my planet. I don't know what goes on elsewhere, though there are some strange rumors of late."
"And what are these rumors?" Yifa asked. Mefora shrugged. "Just that the Empire has fallen and a new one has taken its place, nothing credible really," she said. Yifa leaned in. "And who rules this Empire?" Yifa questioned. "I don't know, my homeworld is very isolationist, but the rumors say he controls most of the galaxy, and that he's legally restarted the practice of slavery," Mefora answered.
Yifa grinned. "Yes he has. We're living proof of it!" Mefora paled. "Jess said that, but I didn't want to believe it. Why? What did I do wrong?" she asked. Yifa shook her head. "It's not what you did wrong, it's what you did right. Your new master has judged you of high enough beauty and character to be his slave girl," she explained. "So who is your master?" Mefora asked impatiently.
Yifa grinned. "Our master is the emperor himself, the ruler of the galaxy," she revealed. Mefora was stunned. "Why would someone like that be interested in me? For that matter, how did I even end up here?" Mefora cried. "You were probably captured during the scouting of your homeworld. It wasn't part of the last empire, so our master hasn't taken it yet. As for why he's interested in you, well.." Yifa said, stroking Mefora's breasts, "That should be obvious."
Mefora didn't know how to react. She had never liked her planet or her family, but she doubted her new occupation would be better. She sighed, "So, Yifa, what is your..." Yifa shook her head.... "Our master like. What kind of man is he?" Mefora asked. "Well, Mefora, our master isn't a man, or a human, for that matter," Yifa said. Mefora was relieved. "So that means I won't have to spend the night with him," she breathed, but Yifa immediately contradicted her.
"No, you will still have to pleasure him," she explained. Melina paled. "What species is he?" she asked, nervous. "Mefora, our master is...." Yifa didn't finish. "Who?" Mefora begged impatiently. "I can't say his name. I'm not worthy," Yifa said. "Just say it!" Mefora yelled. "Well, it is for the good of The High Exalted One, I guess I can spell it," Yifa offered. "J-A-B-B-A," Yifa began, saying one letter at a time, "T-H-E H-U-T-T," she finished.
"What! I'm enslaved to a Hutt?" Mefora cried. "Well, obviously, as they're the only ones who can have slaves in the new galactic order," Yifa explained. "Listen Yifa, I'm an aristocrat, not a slave. Jabba can't just take me like this. Surely someone on my planet will come looking for me," Mefora protested. Yifa shook her head. "No, in fact, he's allowed to take any girl he wants, regardless of her status. As for someone coming for you, I doubt it. Your planet has been untouched so far, but I bet it's being captured right now," at Mefora's look of horror, Yifa quickly added, "But few innocents die during the Hutt invasions. Our mater just wants the entire galaxy to experience the prosperity his empire brings."
"No! Yifa, I've seen a Hutt before when one visited my planet, they're the most vile things in the galaxy! I can't be enslaved by one!" Mefora protested. Yifa shook her head again. "Well, you are. Trust me, acceptance is always the first step in realizing your place." Mefora stared, this girl was nuts. "My..my place. What the hell are you talking about!" she demanded. "Well, what you will be for the rest of your life. You see...you are now a pleasure slave to The High Exalted One, who will serve him in any way he desires. You belong to The High Exalted One now," Yifa explained.
Mefora could not accept this. "No, I will not stay here! Why did this happen to me? All I've done is good throughout my life and now I'm a slave to a disgusting Hutt. Why?" she begged. "No, Mefora. You've got this all wrong, you're a lucky girl. I know it's hard to believe, but being a slave here is an incredible experience. You've seen the harem, you know how well we are treated here," Yifa began, but Mefora interrupted her, "Yes, I believe that, though I don't know why. But Jabba is still a Hutt, a disgusting, evil, Hutt!" she said.
"No, Mefora. You look upon our master as something to be reviled, but you couldn't be more wrong. Being a Hutt doesn't make him evil, it makes him a superior being. Hutts are far superior to any other species, and our master is the greatest of them all. You should be honored to serve him. He treats us very kindly, and in return we give him our loyalty," Yifa explained. Mefora started to protest, but Yifa cut her off. "I know what you're thinking, but pleasuring him isn't something to dread. after one night with him, you'll be praying every night that you are offered the chance to serve him alongside our Queen."
When Mefora did not respond, Yifa continued, "I know it's hard to accept, but you'll enjoy this life. You've seen our amazing harem, you know how happy your sisters are. There are no drawbacks to this life!" Mefora finally replied, "Yes there is. Even if Jabba, the harem, and sex here are as wonderful as you say, there is still the loss of freedom, the loss to do as you please," Mefora countered. Yifa laughed. It wasn't a cold, sadistic laugh, but a sweet, amused laugh.
"The thing about freedom? No one here misses it. Neither will you. You know the big harem door, that leads to the rest of the palace?" Yifa questioned. Mefora nodded. "Well, it's not locked. You know why? Because no one here wants to leave. There are twenty five girls here, and none of them prefer freedom to this. How can you refute that. You have been given the chance to be one of us and live a happy, care-free life. Embrace it!"
Mefora considered this. Two dozen girls lived here, and all of them were happy. was it really possible? To give up her stressful life as am aristocrat and embrace a life of pleasure. Could she really become a slave. A happy, willing, slave; and enter a life of pleasure? If what Yifa said was true, it seemed to be an attractive way of living. Yifa seemed to read her mind. "Yes. Join us. Accept your master's protection from a cold, hard galaxy. You know this is where you belong," Yifa said.
Yifa began to lean forward. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pursed for a kiss. Mefora knew that, somehow, accepting that kiss would seal the deal. She would be accepting her life as a slave and embracing her passions, which had been repressed for twenty-two years during her life as an aristocrat. Time seem to slow as Mefora pursed her own lips and began to lean forward as well. How she wanted that kiss! Wanted to release her passions!
They were interrupted by the door being pushed open. An entirely naked girl strode in, and beckoned them out of the pool. "Come on down, and quick. We are having a meeting," she said, then spun on her heel and strode out. Yifa scowled, but led Mefora out of the room and into the lift. She pushed the '1' button and the lift went down.
As they came out of the lift, they were quickly drawn into a conference. The girl in the pick and purple costume who had kissed Jess earlier was addressing all the other girls.
"Her Highness’s birthday is tomorrow, so we need to think of something to celebr-" and the wall disappeared. Mefora never saw what happened next; a bolt of blue energy surrounded her and drew her towards the hole.
The wall had not really disappeared though, as much as was vaporized. A single starship hovered in its place, sucking the new girl in like a snack. As she disappeared inside, a man slowly strode out of it and leapt the two feet to the floor. He was wearing a suit of armor, like none of them had seen, and spoke in a low growl.
"Tell your master he owes me something," he ordered, and returned to his ship. The thing's engines glowed, and it streaked up and away.
One girl spoke. "Boba Fett!," she sounded shocked, and, as Yifa turned to her, fainted.
Yifa'toar
It had been three days since the disastrous strike on the harem. While the wall had been rebuilt and the general spirit of things restored, the slaves had been seeing more and more problems around the palace. One of the pools had simply evaporated one night, leaving an empty hollow in the floor. The water had been replaced, but it was still unnerving. The delivery of fresh fruits had been late. The court itself was uneasy, as if danger lurked everywhere.
Of course, the biggest clue was the harem queen herself: she had come sobbing into the room one afternoon, long before the High Exalted One normally released her, and was finally convinced to tell the rest what had happened. In short, distraught bursts, she had revealed that the High Exalted One had forbade her to pleasure him, for fear of injuring her out of anger.
The reactions amongst the girls had varied. Some sat as if expecting to be shot at any moment. Others went about with a forced air of cheer. Still others, such as Yifa, were simply too shocked to do much. Lying in one of the harem pools, she simply kept seeing the scene over and over, watching her friend disappear in a beam of blue light. So entranced was she by the memory that she didn't even notice her queen coming before she called out, "Girls! Listen up!" Looking around, she spotted Leia, who seemed quite happy about something. As her subjects gathered around her, she began to explain.
"I have just been with the High Exalted One," she said, with obvious delight, "And he has asked us to help catch the usurper that attacked us and took one of our sisters. We are to spread word of much reward amongst the court and listen for any rumors we may, in addition to our duties. Are there any questions?" No one raised their hand, and after a minute, the queen said, "Excellent. Lets' practice, then. We want to be in top form tonight."
The court reopened in grand style, with food, drinks, and spice in abundance, and some of the best routines that the girls had ever put on drawing wave after wave of applause. The musicians were likewise startling, and Jabba was quickly surrounded by many admiring courtiers. Inquiries about the closures were laughed away. Everything was fine, they were told.
Yifa, though not dancing, did her best with the role she had been given. Clad in a shimmering, skin-tight layer of silvery cloth, she cozied her way around the visitors, keeping her ears open for any hint of the bounty hunter.
However, her efforts were fruitless-the man had proven as elusive to the rest of the galaxy as he had to Jabba's hired army, and no one had seen him for months. This distressed Yifa greatly. She wanted her friend back.
She was cozying up to a big, male Twi'lek, one of the mercenaries, when a shout of "SCILENCE!!" boomed from the throne. A tall being with six arms stepped to the center of the floor, and bowed low.
"Mighty One, I have brought you the head of your enemy," it said, and unfolded one of its hands. The helmet it had been holding clattered to the floor, prompting shocked gasps from the girls. They had all seen it before.
Jabba chuckled loudly, and then waved off his henchmen.
"Put it there," he ordered, pointing next to the plinth that had held Han Solo. The two guards bent for the helmet-and were suddenly blown back from it. Of it's own accord, the thing rose from the floor, and began to speak in a measured tone.
"Hello, partner," it began, filling the title with scorn. "You still owe me. The harem was only the beginning. If I do not receive payment, more will follow. For instance..." a light on the visor flashed. Below the floor, the rancor's gate slid open and the beast fell out, sporting a massive black eye and clearly stunned. "And one more thing-if this had been a thermal detonator, you would be-" and at that point, one of the guards recovered enough to blast the thing out of the air.
The entire world of the harem had been thrown into disarray. The girls had been told to avoid the main floor, the queen had adopted a distant, uninterested air toward everything, and the whole place seemed far too tense to be good. As such the day of the canyon races, unenclosed, massive pod races, couldn't seem to come soon enough.
Beginning on the fiftieth level of the palace, racers would maneuver the twenty-kilometer course through the city’s mountains and valleys of Nal Hutta at breathtaking speeds, drawing thousands of spectators, millions of credits in bets, and the very finest the racing world had to offer. Naturally, of course, Jabba would preside over all of this, and so his entire retinue of slaves accompanied him to the palace balcony when the day came. The girls had worked out a new routine to be performed before the races, and every slave was excited for the spectacular event.
Walking toward the balcony, Yifa guessed what this was all about. Their dance would be a statement to the rest of the galaxy: We are enslaved by Jabba and love it. We are happy to serve him. He is an excellent master and an excellent emperor. Yifa didn't care though. What was the harm in sending an underlying statement if it was completely true? As they emerged onto the platform, a quarter of a kilometer around, a roar of cheering greeted them. This was good. It signaled that the galaxy was beginning to accept the Hutt practice of owning slaves. and a spectacular light show began, provided by the force fields surrounding the big ferrocrete slab. Huge floating stands had been set up all around the massive palace. It was beyond anything Yifa had ever imagined.
The dance kicked off, and as expected, the girls were in top form. Every eye in the enormous crowd followed each move as it grew wilder and more suggestive, culminating in the Queen's solo performance, which had the crowd on its feet in the first five seconds. She danced around, beautiful, graceful, and intense. As she finished, Jabba called for silence, and his girls retreated to the throne.
"Let the race..." he began. Engines flashed to life. Pit crews raced for cover.
"BEGIN!" Jabba gestured. Yifa watched as the twenty-odd racers shot off-except one. One single pod caught an unstart, and, with a wild twist, came in at the bottom of the stands, aiming for the repulsor-lift generators. It never arrived.
In a blaze of laser fire, the pod disintegrated, and a small starship dropped down in front of the palace balcony. Its hatch opened, and two figures walked out-and, apparently, through the shields. The voice from the helmet boomed out.
"In regard, Partner, for this mornings readjustment of assets, I have something to return to you."
Yifa looked away from the starship. The two figures were from the harem. One was a girl she had known in passing, called Mara. The other...
"Mefora! You're BACK!" she cried as the girls reached the throne. A massive group hug followed, and the race was totally forgotten.
Len Marela
How the harem entertains itself-and others.
It was well after practice time, and so the girls were lounging in hot baths or on the couches, soaking up the harems luxury. They had finished entertaining the afternoon court, and now were enjoying each others' company in the usual manner.
Len in particular was having fun. She had never been very good at the tickle game, but joined in with a will, generally to shriek with laughter as soon as her opponent reached her bare (then again, all of her was, for the most part) stomach. Due to her less-than-agile- build, she had never been much of a dancer (by the harem standard), but was easily the one of the most experienced pleasure slaves there.
As she pulled away from yet another loss, gasping for air, Len rolled onto the floor and saw a pair of feet dressed in silk slippers coming towards the couch. Standing, she caught sight of Amanda, the harem mistress, with a bemused look on her face. She watched for a moment, and then clapped for attention, bringing the game to a (sort of) halt.
"Girls, we need to prepare for a rather special event," she began. "There is going to be a rather large convention of the more important beings in various fields in this Palace in a few months. It is indescribably important that we be ready to help our master make the best possible impression. He stands to lose or gain quite a bit here, so no slacking, from anyone."
The harem quickly became a bustle of activity, but Len, being a pleasurer and not a dancer, mainly just sat by the side, until a tap on her head made her turn. Her friend, a young girl called Tina around the harem, was standing there. The two were easily the best pleasure pair in the palace, next to Leia and Amanda, and possibly Jess and Lyn Me, but Len and Tina were actually best friends, not just lovers. Besides, the other pairs were generally reserved for the Hutts, and never had visitors come to them.
"Want to 'practice'?" grinned Tina, pulling off her skimpy bikini. Len shot a smile back at her, and then tore her costume away and dragged her onto the futon. The two quickly spiraled into sensual bliss, and only dragged themselves apart to head to the pool. They had about five minutes of fun, and then were called out for a sort of roll call that took place before each performance. The girls would be told by their Queen who was to do what, and for how long.
"Her Royal Highness!" the mistress, Amanda, called. The milling slaves immediately knelt, and Leia entered, dressed in her new silver, gem studded costume, which covered rather a lot less than it might have. The bottom half had been reduced to little more than a single triangle of silver with a massive ruby set in it, and the top was a thin band of twisting silver wire, supporting two elegant silver blossoms that had been festooned with rubies of their own. It was worth more than most beings had ever seen. She looked at the girls for a moment, and then began to speak.
"Most of you already know your jobs, so this won't take too long. However, one more thing has just come up-the High Exalted One will be touring some of his holdings soon. as I and some others will be going with him-" she said this with obvious pride-"Amanda will be in charge for a week or so. Now, as for tonight, there is one small change from normal. Third and fourth shift dancers, you will be switching routines. I have decided it will look better on everyone," she gestured at the studio end, indicating that the two shifts in question should make sure they knew their new assignments. They did, of course-but practice never hurt anyone.
"You will practice your new routines now," Amanda ordered, "Anything less than perfection will be met with consequences." Amanda then shook her head, as if to clear it. A weird look had appeared in her eyes, then it disappeared. "Right, you heard her," said Leia, though she eyed Amanda wearily. This wasn't like her. Len went over to watch the dancers practice.
Throughout the whole erotic routine, Amanda stalked the edges of the mats. Every once and a while she would harshly criticize a dancer, with a weird look in her eyes. Amanda constantly shook her head, as if to clear it. Len wondered-she had been like this briefly after the horrid kidnaping, but that had passed-right?
Tina slid down onto her futon. "I'm beat. Want to go for a swim?" Len shook her head. "Tina, what's wrong with the Mistress?"
"What? the way she's acting? Nerves," the other slave explained. As she talked, she slowly slid Len's bra up. Len flopped down against her, saying, "If so, I hope it's over soon. It's annoying," Tina slowly began to lick the now-exposed nipple, but paused to say, "Me too," before returning to her task. Len cupped a hand behind her head, and then slid the other between her legs, feeling the warmth there. She dug her fingers in lightly, noticing how Tina jerked when she did, and transferred her mouth to the other side of Lens chest.
"OH!!" Len squealed. Tina had hit some sort of sweet spot, and was flicking at it again and again. By total reflex, Len balled her hands-and in doing so brought Tina over her brink, with Len following a second later. By the time the pair had resurfaced, they had to leave for court.
In the throne room, the pleasure slaves were quickly 'deployed' throughout the side areas and bars, while the dancers had a final warm-up in a green room behind the throne. Len, working the right-hand side as usual, scored quickly-a large, muscular Corellian was standing there, and took an immediate interest. She was quite on her game, and soon had the man fetching her drinks for the evening-one of the perks of a pleasurer, but then, the dancers rarely seemed to need them. Before long, they retreated to a night room, and fell into the fullest joys of love before dropping into a warm, deep sleep. Len, at least, was satisfied-this was her job, after all, and she was happy to see it well done.
She woke early the next morning, and left through the hidden door to the harem, her catch still asleep behind her. She slid into one of the pools, tossing her costume aside, and then slowly began to snack on some of the fruit in a nearby bowl, marveling at how quiet everything was, even though she could already hear some people moving about upstairs. Waiting for some of them to appear, she lay back, watching the fog that sometimes came into the harem from somewhere.
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Reverse Engineering - Part 2

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Author's Note: Big thanks to the feedback on the first part and special thanks to
coldfireknight for the mountain of help and slain commas. Please see the top-level comment below if you’d like to help with corrections, typos, awkward phrasing, etc. Now, please enjoy! I hope you enjoy!
Admiral Muhr Lohset sat down gently upon the quadruped-modified seat in the Human embassy aboard Chyron Station. He had been making the trip more often, not just for their morning briefings but to see their progress in expanding the embassy to their liking. Lohset was impressed that they possessed the foresight to confer with engineers of many species to best accommodate their guests.
Not that the Human embassy received many guests yet, with the Galactic Union’s probation period still being in effect. In fact, Lohset’s own species, the Praetori, were the only Union species free to enter the embassy without express permission from the Union’s Council. Still, Lohset couldn’t help but feel pride for his colleague, Ambassador Ellen Sharp, as she finished delegating tasks to the various human workers that had relocated to the Station.
“Admiral, is it time for the briefing already?” Ellen intoned questioningly.
“Indeed, but I do so enjoy seeing a team in motion,” the Admiral reassured her.
The pair moved to the boardroom, an attendant trailing behind with the large seat designed specifically for Admiral Lohset. Once settled, the briefing began.
“What’s on the docket for today, Admiral?”
“Ellen, the day has come. The Council has determined the length of Humanity’s probation period. I received the notification last night but…well, I had a late meeting with the Habitation Administrator and once I’d returned to my quarters-,” he paused, “I wasn’t in a presentable state. You know I enjoy my off-hours,” the Admiral rambled around the subject.
“Please Lohset, I don’t care what you do on your off-hours, let’s get to the point,” she snapped.
Ellen was uncharacteristically impatient this morning. She had wasted most of the previous night listening in on a certain Praetori imbibing chemicals in his personal quarters and babbling to himself. She had very little patience for decorum today.
“I’ve never seen anything like it - just three of your years. They must have great faith in your peoples’ willingness to adapt,” Lohset stated as he stared into his refreshment pensively.
Shit.
Ellen was taken aback, silently pinging her assistant to relay a memo to Earth immediately.
Admiral Lohset retrieved a Pad from his haunch pocket, extending the screen so both he and Ellen could see the timeline depicted.
“As you see, this moves us further ahead than anticipated, let’s review the steps your species still has to take. Perhaps there is something I can assist with?”
Ellen shifted uneasily. She wasn’t ready to advance to the next stage in preparations but now it was do or die. “I believe there is, Admiral. Various human factions have been prototyping a number of different shuttle and rocket designs over the past eighteen months or so that I’ve been stationed here. There has been a great deal of trial and error…a great deal of error mostly. The space debris field over Earth has expanded considerably in recent months,” she admitted.
“However, we have made significant progress on our orbital trading platform initiative, moving to the step of developing the tandem mining and manufacturing station. The atomic mining probes are assessing our system’s asteroid belt as we speak.” The hook was baited.
Admiral Lohset hesitated before asking, “Atomic mining probes?”
Got ‘em.
“Yes, Admiral. Surely there wasn’t a translation error over that term?” Ellen moved to adjust the spatial translator device in the centre of the table - a gift each new embassy received from the Council.
“I believe I understand the meaning, but atomic power is quite dangerous for the inexperienced. Council doctrine mandates waiting until after probation is lifted to invest in restricted technologies, particularly those with such destructive potential,” the Admiral admonished.
Ellen kept her face blank as she made a mental note to recommend repurposing the warheads within the disposable mining probes sooner rather than later. She looked to Lohset curiously.
The Admiral stood to pace the boardroom. “Ellen, I think it is time I told you the story of my ancestors’ hubris. We were not always the Praetori, you know. Our ancestral species, the Primus, were one of the founding members of the Galactic Union, along with a long-extinct species known as the Cornicen. Much has been lost to time, but the Galactic Union has persevered as an institution for contacting new species - fostering goodwill, fair trading, and equitable qualities of life for all. A noble endeavor, don’t you think?” Though Admiral Lohset did not wait for a response before continuing.
“The Primus and the Cornicen were brought to the brink of extinction by their ancient enemies, the Epyrians. It is believed that the Primus were reduced to little more than a few thousand individuals, subjected to a population bottleneck even their technology could not prevent. They entered a Dark Age and millenia later, Praetori history began, sung by millions of brothers-in-arms.
“One of the great artifacts of the Primus was kept as a holy relic through the ages. That relic may be the only reason we remember the full extent of Epyrian treachery today, for it became the first Galactic Standard Schematic, a simple but very effective electrical capacitor. Indeed, our ancestral species were the original designers of this device while the Epyrians profited off of their achievements. An entire civilization leeching off the work of my ancestors.
“The hubris of the Primus was thinking their property was their own, inviolate. The Praetori remember, though. This is why Galactic Standard Schematics must meet many requirements besides their function. They must be unreproducible, unmistakable, undeniably linked to the species of origin.
“The Galactic Union has no records of these ancient events. Even the Epyrians forget the humble past of their ‘utopian’ homeworld. No, the Praetori alone remember and sadly only seem to be acknowledged for our ‘elder’ status among the species. One by one, the fruits of our inherited gifts were stolen away, along with the respect we were once afforded, long before my time.” Lohset seemed to deflate and leaned to put his graspers on the back of a seat.
“But you already knew all of this, didn’t you Human Ambassador Sharp?” a new voice said with a slight sneer. A figure wrapped in shadow emerged from the edges of the boardroom, much to Ellen’s surprise. A sheepish embassy receptionist gestured in the doorway apologetically, as if to say he was unsure how the tall, shadowy Praetori managed to get by him. Ellen glared accusingly at her assistant before fixing a decidedly more diplomatic look upon her face.
The new Praetori took a seat in Admiral Lohset’s vacant chair. The Admiral addressed Ellen curtly. “Ambassador Sharp, please make your acquaintances with the Praetori Empire’s foremost spymaster, Ahaim Senfet.”
Ellen gave a slow nod to the spymaster, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I have an idea of what you’re up to, Human, but we must be careful now. The Council is waiting for your species to break the terms of probation and here I have a mountain of evidence showing just how many times that has occurred!” Spymaster Senfet pulled open his cloak, revealing several Pads fastened to the inner lining. “Give me something I can work with because this,” he gestured to his cloak once more, “I can’t work with this. I’ve done what I can to cover your tracks but you’re getting reckless. What would you have me do, Ambassador?”
Boys and their toys.
Ellen sighed and looked up at the Praetori men with a smirk.
MEMO: AMARYLLIS
ATTN: ROOST
SUBJECT: OPERATION PROMETHEUS - PHASE 2
ENGRAM ENCRYPTION ACTIVE
ATTACHMENTS: AhaimSenfet.id
Our mystery friend made an appearance today, see attached profile. Turns out the Praetori are a little more experienced in our craft than our reports suggest.
Lohset finally recounted his peoples’ grudge with the Epyrians with me, I think we can trust him for the next phase. He reacted…poorly to the mention of atomic devices, but this worked in our favor for the probation extension. I guess nobody has ever asked for an extension to their probation period before, but the Council was all too eager to rubber stamp it with our simple explanation of needing the extra time for ‘Atomic Disarmament’.
I’ve secured another 7 years for Projects DISARMAMENT and TRADE SECRET. I am recommending we advance the timeline to begin both projects immediately.
My pension with the Agency maxes out in 6, by the way.
Things moved quickly over the next few years, the constant flurry of activity became the new normal in the Human Quarter on Chyron Station. To all appearances, Humanity rallied behind the Council’s mercy and wise judgment, their gratitude shown in larger and larger investments in Chyron Station, even outside their allotted space.
Despite being contained within the barricaded Human Quarter, the embassy began its work proper, expanding influence and reciprocating gestures from other species. As a result, the symbol for Humanity aboard Chyron Station became one of isolation and mystery, a simple humanoid within a white, puffy, full-body suit with a gold visor. When the other species discovered this was a miniaturized replica of the primitive spacesuits Humanity first visited their moon in, demand for their culture and trinkets skyrocketed. Spacemen figurines soon went everywhere that humans couldn’t. Cultural exchange went both ways, after all.
Ellen liked to sit by the Barricade and hear the Station’s bustle and muffled alien tongues from just a short distance beyond. She found herself here again, eyes closed, eating a spartan lunch of nutrients from a disassembled food dispenser in the staff room of the embassy.
Progress on the outside is proceeding nicely, now to bring it home.
As she walked through the Human Quarter back to the embassy, she couldn’t help but marvel at how far they had come in such a short time. Project DISARMAMENT was largely out of her hands, but it was on track, according to the memos. Project TRADE SECRET was about to begin in earnest, as soon as the rest of her support team arrived. The residences and community buildings were nearly finished and her team would soon grow to a respectable one hundred and six humans, with a few Praetori attachés on Spymaster Senfet’s recommendation. Those were the one hundred and six humans that the Council had approved and knew of, anyways.
The team had settled in quickly and the embassy finally felt lived-in, after years of construction and mostly empty rooms. Still, the progress the fully-assembled team had made in just two months was staggering. All over the Human Quarter, innocuous mishaps added up.
A Council attendant-bot returned three minutes late with one of its wheels six degrees out of alignment. A holographic display in the embassy suddenly had a loose knob. A heating/cooling unit in the new residences was reset to factory default settings, seemingly without cause. Each event was barely worth a service request of its own, but a trained eye could see the pattern.
The Praetori were invaluable in their part, running interference and public relations outside the Barricade. In public, the Praetori would advocate for human cultural diversity and untold creativity, despite their relative technological ineptitude. In private, Humanity was the subject of many excited discussions between the Station residents.
The spymasters of Chyron Station were no exception. They were friendly with each other and held a monthly gambling tournament that rotated hosts and games by species favourites. None of them had gotten their positions without seeing the value in an interspecies network of spies and all of them were eager to discuss what new developments they’d learned regarding the elusive Humans. All but the Praetori spymaster, Ahaim Senfet, who bided his time and said little more than was required by tonight’s games.
The Epyrian spymaster rejoiced as he collected his shells from around the table. Senfet tried not to stare, his blood boiling as each croak of the frog-like Epyrian’s noxious laugh polluted the room with an acrid smell. Senfet was not the only one to notice either, as seats were shuffled away from the other end of the table.
“They are undisciplined, that’s what they are! Creativity is the absence of discipline, as the ‘elder’ can attest to,” the Epyrian loudly declared, gesturing towards Senfet. The acrid smell was too much, the pride too much, all of it too much. Senfet had been taking this all night and was about to lose sight of his own discipline before he caught himself.
“They ASKED for three times as long of a probation as the Council gave them,” the room erupted in laughter at Humanity’s expense. “At least they only have one quarter of their probation left, nearly the same as when they got here!” another round of laughter went around the room.
“That’s enough,” the Praetori stood, towering over the table in his cloak. He took a slow look around the room as they quieted down. He noticed the shifting eyes as he placed a grasper within his cloak, revealing one of the Spacemen figurines and tossing it on the table. “This is their chosen image to us, an opaque and unknowable facade. Don’t think you understand them when you’ve never met one. I have and they’re just like any one of us. Most of us, anyway,” he cast a momentary glance at the Epyrian.
“Oh, of course you would come to their defense, ‘elder’ lapdog,” the Epyrian mocked, “Why should we even give them the time of day? They have absolutely nothing to offer us besides that trinket, no natural weapons, they follow Council rules to the letter,”-Senfet had to stifle a laugh at that-”and they’ll be absorbed by some race with actual ambition!”
Senfet turned away from the table neutrally. “You should hold a healthy skepticism about anything you hear when it comes to Humans. You know they asked for that extra time in probation to voluntarily dismantle their tens of thousands of atomic weapons stashed from before we found them?” the Praetorian mused.
Senfet had the room’s full attention. Even the eavesdropping son of the establishment’s owner made an audible gasp. “Yes, atomic weapons. They have atomic power too, but far more weapons than even the most barbaric of us”-another side glance at the Epyrian-“would know better than to spend resources developing. They used them on themselves,” he let the words hang and then picked up his things. “I believe I’ve had enough gambling for the evening.”
MEMO: SECRETARY GENERAL - UN GOV
ATTN: TABASCO AKA AMARYLLIS
SUBJECT: OPERATION PROMETHEUS - PHASE 3
CC: ROOST; PROMETHEUS-HEPHAESTUS; PRAETORI-GOV
ATTACHMENTS: DISARMAMENT.vid; TABASCO.id; AMARYLLIS.id
BURN NOTICE ACTIVE
Transfer of Command - ROOST relinquishes TABASCO AKA AMARYLLIS to UN GOV
Transfer of Jurisdiction - ROOST relinquishes CHYRON STATION Theatre to UN GOV
Transfer of Operations - ROOST relinquishes OPERATION PROMETHEUS to UN GOV
Project DISARMAMENT resounding success, see attached video detailing final munitions depletion
Per the Official Statement to CHYRON STATION, asset TABASCO, see attached profiles, is reprimanded for repeatedly breaking UN GOV / ROOST policies regarding the CHYRON STATION Theatre. Effective immediately, TABASCO is relieved of CHYRON STATION Command, and placed on disciplinary leave, pending replacement.
TABASCO is commended for her mission’s success, along with ingenuity and initiative demonstrated throughout her career and within CHYRON STATION Theatre. Full benefits of UN GOV Ambassadorial service to be extended to her spouse and dependents in perpetuity. ROOST pension to be transferred to UN GOV and set to highest pay scale immediately.
OPERATION PROMETHEUS - PHASE 3 is GREEN LIT
Retired Ambassador Ellen Sharp gave a long look at her desk, still the Council-issued one she sat down at ten years ago. The embassy assistants had done the heavy lifting, ensuring the Council’s bugs were still being fed the same disinformation feed, uninterrupted while Ellen packed her things. She smiled as she unplugged the power cord on the dummy computer connected to the outlet in the desk.
I wonder if anyone even reads the memos this thing generates anymore.
The last thing she took from her office was her own Spaceman figurine, its sensor suite disabled and its memory wiped for today’s ceremonies. Once she finished her third sweep of the office and her usual haunts, she was accompanied by her assistants and her old friend, Admiral Muhr Lohset, as they loaded her things into the shuttle back to Earth. Ellen couldn’t help but laugh when Lohset was required to override the shuttle’s coordinate restrictions on Earth’s system one last time. The Praetori Admiral gave her a final long hug, wishing her luck planetside.
The Barricade came down with a cheer that reverberated all throughout Chyron Station. The Human Quarter was open for business and the probation was soon to be lifted. Ambassadors of all species lined up to meet their elusive counterpart known chillingly only by the name “Sharp” all this time. Trade deals, alliances, tourism exchanges were the topics of the day as the Human Quarter became decidedly less Human every second.
Each Ambassador left empty-handed, dismayed that they had missed their Human colleague by mere minutes. Ellen’s sudden retirement further fuelled the gossip about her enigmatic species while she kicked off the final stages of OPERATION PROMETHEUS from her shuttle. Speculation ran rampant while aliens of all shapes and sizes browsed the pop-up shops for Spaceman figurine accessories. The dull roar of theories could be heard at any of the fully-automated Human food carts located around the Station.
As soon as the coordinate restrictions on Earth’s system were lifted, the interspecies trade fleet sped off at full spiral warp to be the first to properly meet the newest members of the Galactic Union. Unfathomable amounts of trade goods and technologies were packed away for the long journey. Some months later, the first ships of the trade fleet arrived in Earth’s solar system and were each greeted by an autonomous drone.
“Welcome, visitors to the Sol System! As you arrive, please form an orderly queue orbiting the factory satellite of our system’s third planet, Earth. Would you like to listen to our free audio tour while you wait?”
One by one, the trade ships arrived and were greeted by the unusual drones. Several ships had already incurred debt by accepting the extra services and bundled deals their assigned drone offered. When the fleet arrived in full, the drones addressed them as one.
Attention Galactic Union Trade Fleet, this is Orbital Trade Platform Prometheus speaking. Please transmit your trade offers and cargo manifests to your assigned drone now.
The Praetori ships had been some of the last to arrive, Admiral Lohset eager to see the Human homeworld again. Now that the space debris field was cleared up, Lohset took the opportunity to watch the greens, blues, and wisps of white of Earth flow by. The Humans needed their moment though, the Praetori would wait. The crew went into standby and began placing bets on what would happen next.
Some of the trade ships sat in stunned silence, others such as the Epyrians were subjected to the rage of their leadership. Was this a joke? The drones had rejected every technology offered, one by one, until finally all that remained in the cargo holds were the trade goods and advanced materials, which the drones happily offered exorbitant sums for. Many ships only docked with the Trade Platform to receive an explanation for the offence of rejecting their technologies, including their vaunted Galactic Standard Schematics.
Orbital Trade Platform Prometheus had been built specifically for this occasion. Each docking bay was designed for a different species, including embassy space, residences, and public green space, all artfully woven together but otherwise devoid of life. However, the species-designated docking bays each featured a carefully chosen array of technologies laid out for the respective species to inspect.
A feeling of suspicion spread throughout the Platform as the visitors came to understand that each docking bay presented adapted versions of their own species’ Galactic Standard Schematics, refined by Human design. Worse yet, there were no adaptors to be found anywhere and the various devices seemed to all be made of single blocks of material, obscuring the inner workings to the casual observer.
As Admiral Lohset exited his ship into the spacious Praetori docking bay, a familiar voice rang out across the platform, “Welcome to Trade Platform Prometheus, honored guests. I regret being unavailable to meet with each of your species aboard Chyron Station. Each of you here today has offered us kindness, generosity, and gifts beyond our imagination. We thank you all for the lessons you’ve taught us.
“You will find in your respective docking bays our tailored gifts for each of your species in return. Each piece of technology in front of you is theoretically capable of outperforming your species’ Galactic Standard Schematics.
“Please reserve your judgment until I am finished.”
“Before you think about attempting to reproduce these, we have a total of one thousand, six hundred, thirty-one Galactic Standard Schematic applications pending, as of just moments ago. You will find these devices to be quite unreproducible. Mass spectrometry will reveal a strong presence of Caesium-137 and Strontium-90 throughout, unable to be economically generated without the use of atomic weapons. As you may know, Humanity has disposed of our atomic weapons of the past and each of you are forbidden by Galactic Union laws from developing such technologies.
“However, each of your species that can verifiably claim to be the origin of a Galactic Standard Schematic will be given free planetary licenses in perpetuity to use, produce, or sell these adapted devices, under certain conditions. The only restriction is that you may not produce the devices off-world and if you wish to export them, Humanity’s UN-Government Coalition will receive a portion of the revenue under the license agreement.”
There were murmurs of discontentment and confusion in many of the docking bays as species began loading the solid blocks of material into the ships’ cramped cargo bays. In the Praetori docking bay, however, there was only a single piece of technology laid out for them, the original Praetori Schematic for a capacitor.
The familiar voice echoed from the docking bay’s entryway. “Hey Muhr, welcome to Earth,” Ellen teased playfully. She had regained some youth in her time away from Chyron Station.
Admiral Lohset looked down to the small capacitor with some amusement. “This? I don’t think we can verifiably claim much about its origin…” Lohset trailed off.
“I doubt anyone else will be able to either, so I’m free to waive the terms of the license agreement in this case. Enjoy the gift, Muhr, and don’t find another reason to complain or I’ll formally request you as my attaché here on Earth.”
“I think I’d like that.”
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The history of the Neptunia Reddit community, it's moderators, it's drama, how it got where it is, and how the divide is worsening in the shadows, and why the oldest burned bridges have had enough!

Not many of you recognize my username and honestly even if you knew my old accounts name it hasn’t had much meaning in the Neptunia fanbase for years ever since tiger_wsquared turned the subreddit over to Soah1086 , an action many of us who were around the subreddit during its inception and had been active among anime and gaming subreddits in general refer to to this day as “Gamindusti’s Original Sin”.
Since that time me and a few others found our new place in the Neptunia Reddit community. We looked, we analyzed, we profiled, we investigated as much as we could from the shadows recording the history of the subreddit and it’s ever increasing decline and how it correlated to the ever growing toxicity of the Neptunia fanbase at large. We knew a day may come where this history would need to be made public, when actions worse than what Soah1086 did to Rajaxx came from his moderation team and people needed the truth. Unfiltered from personal relations with any current users or moderators and gathered from a truly unbiased aspect. That day appears to have finally come.
Like most niche subreddits the beginnings of Gamindustri were rather humble. tiger_wsquared simply wanted a place for Neptunia fans to go on Reddit and looked to provide one. tiger_wsquared started by posting links to articles and news about the series but he also went out of his way to announce the creation of this subreddit. He posted it on gaming , JRPG, I personally found the subreddit the day he posted a very chill friendly post about it on nipponichi.
Despite being the creator and sole moderator of the subreddit Tiger still spoke to people like equals. Casual, Friendly, but still fulfilling his role as a moderator when needed. To Tiger he was a fan and member of the community first, moderator second.
tiger_wsquared was then contacted by soah1086 offering to help him out and redo the CSS for the subreddit. While since his departure from active Reddit user newer users of the platform aren’t aware soah1086 was always a heavily controversial person among anime Reddit communities. Soah1086 was one of two Reddit users among anime communities known to be a serious subreddit hoarder, offering to moderate subreddits he didn’t care about and do their CSS in hopes of patting his own ego. Throughout his time on Reddit Soah1086 always showed a series of anger management issues, aggressive impulses, and the shady practice of allowing drama in his favor while censoring any drama that painted him ill. He would also go to other anime subreddits he didn’t moderate and purposely try and stir their drama further. Soah1086 was referred to by many as “The Drama Boner”.
Not long after another Moderator was added to the mix Rajaxx, A moderator that took up the persona of Purple Heart. I know to this day a lot of rumors circulate about Purple Heart and no two are the same, they all contradict each other and not even Soah1086 keeps his story straight. Allow me to go over what happened with Rajaxx in detail from someone who went through and witnessed all that first hand.
The time of Rajaxx’s mod term was the golden age of the subreddit. Believe it or not Fanart wasn’t super common then. We had people posting Discussions, what if scenarios, game mods, fanfictions, trying to organize gaming events with each other, reviews, analysis, theories, roleplay threads. The community was unusually active, more so than it is now despite a smaller size, involved, a true sense of comradery.
By this time tiger_wsquared had begun distancing himself from the subreddit due to his real life struggles leaving soah1086 the defacto head moderator. Rajaxx had a large number of ideas that the community at large not only supported but would have created a more active, involved, positive, friendly, and united community but soah1086 constantly refused because it wasn’t what he would do, it was too much work for volunteers, none of his other subreddits do that, etc. soah1086 wasn’t even willing to give rajaxx’s ideas the benefit of the doubt.
A moderators role is to unite, try and promote content variation, and to do whats best for people other than themselves but this never aligned with soah1086’s style of moderation. Round table, a system that prioritized the moderator teams happiness above all else. See outside of just Gamindustri any community Soah1086 has had any decision making power outside the CSS has become toxic, divided, and drama ridden. Even the two subreddits he devoted the most time to because he actually cared about that series for once, fatestaynight and grandorder have grown into the most painfully ironic anime communities in Reddit history. With fatestaynight having a community that hates their moderators for being toxic pricks, and grandorder having such strict posting guidelines people often choose to post n fatestaynight instead. Someone who moderated under soah1086 on fatestaynight once described soah1086’s management style as “doing as little as possible, finding a good eroge that all the moderators like, using it to cum on a biscuit and having the community be glad you gave them a snack that month”. He is also the kind of person who publicly stated the reason he never did a second season of PeanutButterGamers hardcore is because he didn’t want people laughing at him, above all else he cared about being on a higher caste than anyone else.
Around this time the Gamindustri steam group was a thing. Rajaxx wanted to partner with it and make it official, a sentiment that was shared by most of the active community. Soah1086’s stance was “If we aren’t at the helm, it can’t be official”. Rajaxx made a post about it hoping the words and wishes of the community would be enough to move soah1086’s heart. Soah1086 was livid, Rajaxx showed his loyalty lied more with the community than it did the moderator team and to soah1086 that was a big no no. To every community Soah1086 had helmed the modus operandi was “your loyalty should be your fellow moderators first, close friends second, with whatever is left over being thrown to the community I guess”.
soah1086 took down Rajaxx’s post, said he was going to have a “long talk” with tiger_wsquared about Rajaxxs “position” and it seemed like less than the time it took us all to blink Rajaxx was demodded with soah1086 trying to spread a bunch of lies about him.
The entire subreddit was in a state of utter shock. The large majority of the community loved Rajaxx, he was more than just a moderator, he was one of them. People were either silent, confused and asking questions (while Soah1086 promised full transparency he didn’t provide it), and a very small group of rather toxic childish users who were scared of rajaxx because his ideas for a more united community would put them at risk of getting banned or seeing him as a threat to their own manipulative shady ambitions. soah1086 gave the toxic element a rule exempt card allowing them to break subreddit rules and sitewide policy when bashing Rajaxx while removing and censoring everything in his favor or that brought question to the actions taken by soah1086 and their nature or disapproving of them.
Rajaxx collected all the evidence he could of soah1086’s shady asshole and manipulative behavior, much of which was publicly facing, but soah1086 removed it and allowed more bashing. More and more of us gathering to Rajaxx’s defense did the same but soah1086 would censor anything that wasn’t 100% in the moderators favor, something his mod teams had a long history of doing when they saw their actions were unjust.
The demodding of rajaxx was like a light switch. So many of us left because of it with no intent on returning until someone came into control of the community that’s loyalty was more to the community than the happiness circle jerk of their fellow moderators. Fanart quickly came on the rise because without a moderator that acted as an equal promoting content diversity people just wanted the quick karma grabs. NSFW was on the rise which created heated arguments about kinks. Users divided into sub groups that were always in a constant power struggle against one another, toxicity battling it out while unable to see the wrong in their own actions and trying to solely put the blame on others. Manipulative power games over status and resentment became the norm. If you can find posts from when Rajaxx was still around and compare it to the community after you will see what I mean.
This drama inspired me to enter a career in law enforcement.
This at least did make me decide to follow a career in law enforcement so I could fight corruption and protect the innocent.
The subreddit was mostly left in the hands Histoire (aka kitsunedon ) and White Heart (aka luminous083) who were not bad moderators in their own right but they were honest, fair, and unbiased even though a bit too passive to break down the walls soah1086 had built they would at least prevent things from getting terribly worse. Anytime something happened on the subreddit soah1086’s stance was “It’s just old Purple Heart trying to cause shit again” despite the fact Rajaxx had resigned the fandom entirely by that point, overtime the rumors that spread turned even people Rajaxx had worked with and spoke to daily who knew he only ever had good intentions against him. This was something we had seen on other subreddits happen to people who opposed Soahs way of doing things but I digress.
As the sub numbers grew mod applications went up again and the moderators that were chosen were great picks. Neptune (Aka SuspicousScout) and Uzume (aka Willtheyordle ) while they both had their issues with proper mentoring they could have reached the uniting style rajaxx had but when you look to Soah1086 like he knows how to manage a paper bag you are not going to realize potential.
As kistunedon disappeared one day without any word or explanation willtheyordle picked up the random discussion posts kitsunedon had begun, SuspicousScout showed a level of personality, flair, and style almost reaching the level of rajaxx with willtheyordle just a few steps behind. willtheyordle wasn’t very active at first I would like to note.
SuspicousScout hoping to help bring the community together again around the series created the Gamindustri Discord server. Now it is important to note, for profiling actions taken by the mod team both before and after this that SuspicousScout did not fully consult their mod team about doing so, but it wasn’t an issue because it fit Soah1086’s mantra of to be recognized we must be in control.
Overtime SuspicousScout became frustrated with the lack of content diversity feeling users didn’t care about the series and just saw the series as a billboard for sex dolls. After making a poll about what people felt and being dissatisfied with the results SuspicousScout did the respectful thing and stepped down.
With Luminous083 having finished his schooling and no longer able to commit the large amount of commitment needed to moderate a subreddit such as gamindustri he distanced himself from the community leaving just WillTheYordle as the sole moderator to keep the rapid toxic selfish fanbase the actions of Soah1086 had created in check.
It was around this time the gamindustri moderator team began getting complaints about the Discord server. Now let me preface with this, the people who came to run the Gamindustri Discord weren’t innocent but nor were they guilty, they did some things that were very out of line but those things were not as bad as what the current moderator team did both before and after becoming moderators and nowhere near the extent to what Soah1086 had done during his entire Reddit history.
However with SuspicousScout no longer being the one in charge it no longer falls under the mantra of we need to be in charge to be recognized. Soah1086 smeared them the same way he had Rajaxx and if you loo at his behavior all throughout you have to half wonder if he was getting off to the drama.
In the aftermath of this new moderator applications were brought up and the new moderators were picked by Soah1086 personally. The picks were nonsensical and makes you wonder if Soah1086 is properly medicated.
Atanigan (Million Arthur)’s application was written like a champ, amon the top three moderator applications in the subreddits history. However he didn’t seem to have much care for the subreddit, after being moderated it seemed he’d go months without really doing anything while pooring his heart into his Discord server, Gamindustri Standard. Randoomguy666 (Nepgear) was a controversial pick due to his history involving him denouncing the community’s toxicity and porn obsession prior, people demanded he be removed but he was not and willtheyordle and soah1086 pleaded ignorance and having never been aware of his history despite both of them having publicly acknowledged it prior. Ryzer28 (Vert) was a lurker whos application showed no self confidence, drive, or real passion, to this day Ryzer28 is one of only two moderators in the subreddits history not a single accomplishment can be attributed to. Out of these three the one that objectively was the best pick was the most controversial one, randoomguy666 . Despite issues during his term he had done a decent blend of balancing commitment to the mod team and commitment to the fanbase. He was ever present, smiling, trying to help users and encourage activity by seeding content and events. Not to say he didn’t have his issues, as a prominent member of the Nepgear subgroup he was subject to the typical arguments with the Neptune or Plutia fans (Why is it Planeptune has all the infighting?) but yet during his term he has more accomplishments and positive actions attributed to him than most, easily reaching the top 4 most accomplished moderators in the subreddits long history.
In the midst of his controversy another new moderator was brought on a few days later, wwlink55 . Wwlink55 seemed more committed to his role as a moderator of the subreddit than Atanigan or Ryzer28, but far less so than Rajaxx, Luminous083 , Kitsunedon , SuspicousScout, WillTheYordle , and now Randoomguy666 and his habit of being very cold, sterile, and business like was and to this day still is a very unpopular approach among users who always responded better to the flair, personality, and having fun with it.
When that seemed to have been dying down the account PM_ME_YOUR_DARKSINS was subject to a statement by dracesquire announcing they had taken their own life. To this day there are conflicting reports to if that actually happened or not but I don’t think we will ever know at this point.
It was at this point we had the NSFW ban attempt of summer 2018, objectively speaking the subreddit at that time did need NSFW restrictions but not to go so hard and fast. Despite the community's hard objection to it multiple different methods were tried before heavily reduced to just “extreme NSFW”. Some of these included a single thread for all NSFW content, or just cold turkey. This event period was so extreme that it spawned the spin-off subreddit Gamindustrir18island where users were given free reign to anti-circlejerk on the gamindustri mod team, and for a period of a couple of days caused Neptunia to be opened up from its ever closed status.
Amidst the variety of various subreddit events being hosted by Randoomguy666 came what all the moderators admitted was his brainchild, The Miss Gamindustri Pageant. The event was quite popular and successful but there was some Drama towards the end. Mostly related to accusations of rigging, the Neptune, Nepgear, and Noire sub groups seemed to be the most vocal members of this little spat and as a member of the Nepgear subgroup Randoomguy666 faced a lot of flack for it.
Towards the beginning of 2019 moderator applications went up once more. Overall most of the applications were extremely lackluster, with only a few really being of note. HCLegend, Legend1nfamous , and the_seraph1.
Among the two new moderators were the_seraph1 (Purple Sister), and sleepyviewing (Gehaburn). These picks did carry a bit of controversy of their own by people accusing of character bias since most moderators seemed either to not care about the subreddit or pooring all their energy into the discord server owned by Atanigan giving the image Randoomguy666 was the end all be all. A prime example of this was for quite awhile nopani made a constant string of memes mocking this fact.
Despite it this was promising, sleepyviewings hyperlurker status kept him a bit of an unknown, but the_seraph1 was promising. He had only been around the subreddit a couple of months preventing any sub group from properly taking root, he was capable of memeing and joking, while also serious and professional, seeded any type of content that was on the decline and hosted multiple events regularly, even was the first moderator to get something to make the waters of reddits loli rule less murky something that bigger subreddits failed and and thanked him for. While I can’t say for sure if the most accomplished he was certainly a running candidate for most accomplished Neptunia moderator on Reddits history.
Not long after the moderator team started an NSFW ban attempt again this time polling for opinions via mod mail. The ban went through but the community was more upset this time at the lack of an affiliation with Gamindustrir18island and the instead establishment nor NeptuniaNSFW . Now many people asked why are there two Neptunia porn subreddits? Well the official answer is valid, members of gamindustrir18island including its moderators were guilty of a lot of hate spreading and harassment towards the gamindustri moderation team, if we look at its current Discord its early days were a cesspit and before that on the old gamindustrir18island discord the likes of edwin-of-northumbria and darklhel225 would regularly take part and engage in the hate cult based against randoomguy666, while my sources on the following part are second hand I also hear that a private discord spawned off the old gamindustri off topic chat room owned by silenteagle3 that user bashing and hate circling is a common occurance to this day ever since Silenteagle3 kicked randoomguy666 to make his friends happier. Not surprising if the rumors about the infamous Xander being amongthat discords most active and respected users are actually true.
The new Subreddit elected two new moderators to cover it, dracesquire and legend1nfamous, who seem to be the definition of “doing nothing but appreciate the sidebar” If we look at the history of NeptuniaNSFW and their accomplishments on it, being mentioned in the post about the gamindustri pixel art contest. Outside that their accomplishments or things they have done have been non-existent, half the time they seemed to forget their own subreddit existed.
Not long after we had randoomguy666 resign. For a lot of members it was a bittersweet moment, because despite the initial objections to him a lot of people warmed up to randoomguy666 over time with all the contributions he had brought to the community. Randoomguy666 did imply he planned to return someday. While there were some toxic hate filled comments people made they were quickly taken down leaving only the most respectful. THIS IS IMPORTANT.
As time went on the_seraph1 had shown a remarkable job juggling bringing the community back together with his full time job in a tech career, capable of full access and response time almost any time of day. There was a minor scuffle however when nopani lashed out at the_seraph1 for trying to cheer up and provide emotional support to a sad comment in a random Discussion post left by Nopani. nopani admitted that what he posted addressed emotional insecurities the_seraph1 had that had been explained to him by sleepyviewing. nopani’s behavior seemed out of nowhere, have nothing to do with what the_seraph1 said, and being hypocritical since nopani has made those same comments. If we look at the behavior of nopani there as a standalone isolated case no logical sense or reasoning can be applied to it. Having briefly discussed this with the other long term observers of Gamindustri the only way Nopani’s actions can make sense there is field testing, it was after this harassment from alt accounts that had almost no rhy7me or reason began on the rise, and since I’m just talking about publicly facing stuff I can’t begin to imagine what the_seraph1 had endured behind closed doors. The thing is if we look at every public facing harassment or hostile action taken against the_seraph1 afterwards they all seemed to address those same insecurities, if we take it as field testing how out of nowhere the behavior of nopani was can make half a lick of sense.
The summer approached and a new moderator was added, Archadianite or as he used to be known Glarcidium, taking up the olds mantle of Neptune that SuspicousScout had left behind. Big shoes to fill to say the least.
Around this same time randoomguy666 returned just in time for the AMA thread with Artisan Studios and announced he was helping a relatively unknown name, chaotic-throwaway help revive the subreddit nepgear. He was joined by two others, nopani and edwin-of-northumbria. To any uninvolved observer this behavior was once again a bit nonsensical. These were two people who expressed great relief when randoomguy666 left so why were they now supporting and modding with him?
Allegations came forward of Randoomguy666 faking his own death and spreading rumors against the moderator team came forward. willtheyordle made a post and god was it a good post. Yes it was basically denouncing someone but it was respectful, informative, and passive. While you look at any time Soah1086 calls someone out and you wonder if he has taken his ritalin that morning there was no doubt willtheordle’s post was made in good faith and to inform, not to direct hate. There was one common thing among all comments though. Everyone agreed without question that out of all of randoomguy666’s “victims” the_seraph1 had suffered the most. THIS IS ONCE AGAIN IMPORTANT.
Things were relatively calm for a while. Eventually nopani did make a post about leaving the subreddit and unfollowing all the Neptunia subreddits, yet still showed up in the pinned threads of every one saying he “stumbled upon it”. How did he stumble upon them if he unfollowed the subreddit? His motives clearly were not what he said they were because ifn he had truly unfollowed them it would have been impossible to stumble upon them scrolling through your feed.
Glarcidium was demodded in a very respectful post showing no hard feelings. I can’t say I am entirely surprised but I was disappointed for Glarcidium was one of the first who’s loyalty to the community came before his loyalty as a moderator. But I understand why with how quick he can be to jump before trying to take in all information. There was something that was confusing about all this. nopani said he once again “stumbled upon it” and that he never saw Glarcidium as mod material, but before he heralded the modding of Glarcidium as the greatest thing in subreddit history. Why the shift? Looking at the way nopani talked about the moderation team after Randoomguy666’s departure and comparing it to the way he did before the departure sucking up to be in good favor isn’t an impossibility.
In this brief time much was done to help mend the torn ligaments of the community. There was a community introduction thread that was incredibly popular, the_seraph1 was making constant posts not even as a moderator but as a user of “would you be interested in seeing something like this?”. The community was slowly mind you, but turning towards the path back to the state soah1086 had robbed it of smearing someone's name because he wanted to feel superior and incapable of wrong.
This sadly came to Seraph making a thread about what the community wanted, “State of the Subreddit”. Anyone who actively followed the subreddits history would know his words are sincere because the mindset of doing as little as possible and just trying to copy what others have done had long since been the norm in soah1086 communities. What the_seraph1 described had been a problem with every community he had ever managed and part of why they all grew to be so toxic.
The next day we saw the_seraph1 step down citing toxic harassment from the other moderators. While things were going well kind respectable words of goodbye and fond memories from the regulars it fell apart when atanigan jumped in lashing out at the_seraph1 saying he was lying, no one lashed out, etc. the_seraph1 posted a screenshot proving the other moderators were outright toxic and atanigan banned him citing “leaking mod chat”. Ironic part is this wasn’t the first time an gamindustri moderator had shown something from the mod chat, infact atanigan had done it once prior herself in a Random Discussion post in a means to troll willtheyordle.
Legend1nfamous , dracesquire both jumped in after the ban bashing the_seraph1. Given how these people had all shown to be on really good terms just a couple weeks prior the_seraph1’s statement of “Lance said I lost the right to play nice because now he had to fear the community hating them” seemed like a very strong correlation to the sudden shift. None of us were surprised because soah1086 management practices, if you are less loyal to the moderator team than you are your own country or religion your a problem that needs to be silenced, and the_seraph1 had shown that day just like rajaxx had so long before his loyalty was first and foremost the community. nopani jumped in claiming wwlink55 and sleepyviewing both said it didn’t happen and “sleepy is his best friend”.
There was one saving grace in all this. willtheyordle was still head moderator and the only one that had the backbone to go against the mod team if it meant cleaning up a mess. If you look at willtheyordle’s history of the subreddit he was top 5 moderators the sub has had. He had his issues and short comings but when shit hit the fan he didn’t try and cover it up or lie he’d say “Look we messed up, I’m going to fix it”.
In the final conclusion to that while the final post showed signs of heavy editorial review not matching the_seraph1’s behavioral or speech quirks. However at the same time the final story of all that was still more in line with the_seraph1’s story and atanigan and dracesquire issued an apology towards him. So here is the question. Why did Atanigan , wwlink55 , sleepyviewing , legend1nfamous , and dracesquire lie saying nothing like that ever happened? More importantly why did sleepyviewing who according to nopani was his best friend lie? And when there were apparently 4 people who lashed out why was only 2 ever issue an apology? Simple they were the only two still on the moderator team that we knew for a fact were involved. Notice legend1nfamous who had left neptuniansfw by that point didn’t apologize and even tried to defend his toxic behavior? Nor did the currently unnamed 4th.
It is very clear that the apologies were an order by willtheyordle and that they were far from sincere and I’ll get back to that in a few minutes.
When all those moderators lied about their team being even capable of toxic behavior and only seemed to have to own up due to willtheyordle how do you expect us to believe anything any of them ever say?
A month or so later willtheyordle stepped down due to his real life needing priority and ryzer28 along with him. the_seraph1 came back and the community was ecstatic, I know several observers felt it was worth giving the subreddit a chance again and made new accounts in celebration he was spared the fate of Rajaxx.
However if we take a step back we can evaluate this unbiasedly, it’s why those of us from rajaxx’s day lurk and address things without really interacting, so we can see the truth and the odd behavior without getting absorbed into the various sub group power games that had grew from the day soah1086 became head mod, we can see there was a game going on far beneath the surface.
I would address Atanigan said on his Discord how the subreddit was horrible and he never dealt with so much emotional abuse, showing that his apology was mostly likely insincere but that to him saying you disapprove of his actions makes you a problem. This makes sense when you look at the fact the newest admin on his Discord server, Gamindustri Standard, sigmastudio is described by many behind closed doors as “Weeb Kim Jong Un”. Acting smug, elitest, morally superioholier than thou, and someone who doesn’t see himself being capable of anything wrong. On his Reddit history we can also see a long history of him trying to bait randoomguy666 and the_seraph1 into arguments, often digging up month old posts to do it. But he’s an admin because he contributes to Atanigans friendly ego stroking.
ryzer28 began spreading rumors about the_seraph1 that from what has been gathered so far weren’t entirely accurate, especially since later the_seraph1 showed screenshots of ryzer28 admitting they were inaccurate and he was doing it out of spite.
So why wasn’t ryzer28 denounced when he had just become guilty of the same behavior randoomguy666 ultimately faced it for? Simple answer would be ryzer28’s actions fit perfectly with what soah1086 and any mod team that ever thought he was capable of managing a sock drawer did to people who suggested the way they do things wasn’t the best, smearing.
We know he told these to nopani who then forwarded these over to the new moderators when they applied which were all very close friends of his. This here is the proof that something shady and underhanded was going on.
It wasn’t hard to see these new moderators hanging around or chilling with the_seraph1 in Gamindustri Standard in the days leading up to the mod applications and explanation. While things were rough for a bit we slowly started to see the_seraph1 was regaining his vigor and recovering for the emotional and mental gaslighting the mod team had engaged in.
On Christmas we saw that the_seraph1 was late to the celebratory post because he had stayed up late readying the community's secret santa event. I ask you have any of the other moderators ever sacrificed an entire Christmas Eve to prepare something fun for an internet board? This isn’t rhetorical by the way this is a question I actually don’t have an answer to.
After a bit an apology post by randoomguy666 went up and it was great closure for a lot of users, but then the unexpected happen. Soah1086 used the_seraph1 to reenact Gamindustri’s original sin.
The post and the days that follow were surreal. If we look at the comments what do we see? The people we know for certain lashed out at the_seraph1 before lashing out again, the suspected 4th ryzer28 doing it all the same, all close friends of legend1nfamous the only 100% confirmed moderator to have lashed out at the_seraph1 during the state of the subreddit incident joining in on the kicking someone while they were down. The only close friend of legend1nfamous that didn’t as far as we can tell was ChronicIdiocy
This thread was very reminiscent to everyone who had ever seen soah1086’s behavior running a subreddit knew this wasn’t in good nature, it wasn’t meant to be honest, it wasn’t meant to inform or be transparent. It was meant to direct hate.
Like normal in Soah1086’s smear campaigns comments against Soah1086’s “Mark” were given free reign but anything questioning the mod team was silenced in seconds. This post did however show us the biggest proof in the coming days that things weren’t what they seemed.
This is where nopani told us he forwarded the rumors spread in spite by ryzer28 to the new moderators who “knew all along”. Why is this important? We know in the coming days the_seraph1 tried to do what rajaxx did and peace out of the fanbase but wwlink55 didn’t let him. We also know from screenshots the_seraph1 posted that this pushed him into a quest to seek answers so he could make sense of the nonsensical. Through this time wwlink55 kept changing his story to cover the other moderators' backs. Look I’m a patrol officer and on my way to being made a case investigator, when someone has basically been attacked mentally like what soah1086 did the way wwlink55’s primary goal was covering the other moderators backs is among the most damaging thing you can do to someones state of mind and self image/worth.
But we know from screenshot’s the_seraph1 tried posting that wwlink55 wasn’t taking anything suggesting the mod team would be semi capable of wrong or fault. There is one question though the_seraph1 never asked in those screenshots, why didn’t these junior moderators he seemed on really good terms with come to hear his side of these rumors? See that’s the thing that shows the moderators were up to something, when someone spreads rumors against your friend is it not the norm to come and hear their side?
Once these screenshots were posted publicly on the subreddit thus started “Avenger” the long term harasser that had been driving the_seraph1 out of the community entirely wanting no one to ever hear from him again. Interesting part is just after that happened Soah1086 changed his Reddit banner image to Gorgon from Fate Stay/Night something that from what I can see not the_seraph1 nor anyone else ever commented on or made a connection to.
Outright hate and toxicity towards the_seraph1 was allowed free reign, things were allowed to stay up when far more mellow things had been taken down in regards to randoomguy666 both before and after his denouncement. Meanwhile posts supporting the_seraph1 were often locked or removed entirely. The funny part is this, if we look at the removals of toxicity against randoomguy666 the responding moderator was quite often wwlink55, so why now that he was supposed to be head moderator was he not showing the same courtesy? Simple for the mod teams happiness they had to smear him, its the soah1086 way.
As time went on the mod team tried to silence the topic entirely, likely realizing the case against them had reached a point it painted them more at fault than anyone else, something once again common among soah1086 communities of silencing things and letting the toxicity boil fracturing the community rather than trying to mend the fence.
Now I don’t know much about this supposed Val person but my sources tell me that they were in the gamindustrir18island discord briefly and their account was heavily aged? Makes the odds of it being an alt unlikely honestly but I won’t comment because that person is mostly an unknown to us.
From what we gather by the end of it mind shattered and being left with zero self worth the_seraph1 just wanted to keep chatting with his friends but once this Val person showed up they stopped responding, thus making this Val person cement the long term harassment goal of no one talking to him again.
This basically shattered the_seraph1’s mind to such a point he began turning to self mutilation as a cry for help and not only did the gamindustri mod team laugh it off but from what we understand edwin-of-northumbria told him to just “do it already”? Sorry that alone should be enough to ban edwin-of-northumbria from the community entirely and block any community hes part of from so much as being mentioned.
Eventually the_seraph1 was so mind fucked like many people had been before from the mod teams of soah1086 communities and their priority of mod team happiness above all else that he left, his girlfriend showed up and said he had tried to do an unthinkable action in response to all the emotional harassment and manipulation. When she joined the Discord just wanting to understand what the hell happened users taunted her before sigmastudio posted one of his custom Noire emotes and banned him before him, the other staff of that discord, and the users did a victory Dance. How is it that that is an acceptable response to someones loved one trying to do the unthinkable? In a respectable community sigmastudio would have lost his position on the Discord for such an action but remember these are people who above all else don’t want moderators that want the best for their communities, that want friends who will tell em no matter how toxic they are or how badly they mess up they are doing everything perfectly. The norm for soah1086 communities. We can see that his Girlfriend has been on Discord for quite awhile and from what I’m told she talks about in kuletxcore’s server if things had been different I bet you she could have been a well loved member of this community too.
Interestingly enough a large number of anime Discords have been subject to raids lately, including Neptunia. But not a single user in any of them seems to be getting messages. Heck some of these anime Discords still have about 200 bots just sitting there. But if we look at his twitter we can see the_seraph1 was getting mass bombarded to the point he left Discord servers, unrelated to Neptunia, that he had a decent enough level of activity his name was at least “recognized” to get away from the harassment and save those Discords the trouble. So why leave communities entirely unrelated to Neptunia he enjoyed? Why were these bots joining Neptunia Discords but not messaging a single person in them? Simple, harass the_seraph1 and use the alts hitting the Neptunia discords to try and smear his name more if I had to guess having seen these moderators behavior in the past.
Now the_seraph1 is gone and similar to Rajaxx it doesn’t sound like he doesn’t intend to ever come back, yet all this bullshit is still happening. We can see this in the recent tweet about a bad actor weresdrim is being harassed and extorted for Neptunia and here on this subreddit in that “Want to be a mod” post we can see that hobiiii is being targetted for gamindustrireform. Why is this important? Only Neptunia subreddits not currently ran by an gamindustri moderator or their closest closest friends. It fits the mantra going back years, to be recognized, we must be in control.

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