diff --git a/evennia/utils/evmore.py b/evennia/utils/evmore.py index 65a6aedb4b..1ab5ccbee9 100644 --- a/evennia/utils/evmore.py +++ b/evennia/utils/evmore.py @@ -157,7 +157,6 @@ class EvMore(object): Scroll the text to the next page. Quit if already at the end of the page. """ - print "page_next:", self._pos if self._pos >= self._npages - 1: # exit if we are already at the end self.page_quit() @@ -188,222 +187,3 @@ def msg(caller, text="", **kwargs): always_more = kwargs.pop("always_more", False) EvMore(caller, text, always_more, **kwargs) - - -class CmdTestMore(Command): - """ - Test the more functionality. - """ - key = "testmore" - - def func(self): - testtext = """ - Chapter Four - - “So,” Emperor Palpatine said, his eyes glinting from the - shadows beneath the peak of his hood. “It is as I suspected. - Moff Glovstoak is a traitor.” - - “He’s at least an embezzler, my lord,” Mara said. “I don’t yet - know whether or not he’s committed actual treason.” - - “I consider theft of Imperial funds to be treason,” the - Emperor countered. “Your part in this is now ended, my - child–others will carry on from here. You have done well.” - - “Thank you,” Mara said, feeling the warmth of his approval flow - through her. “Then unless there’s something more urgent - pending, I’d like permission to do an investigation of the six - artworks I found in Glovstoak’s safe. The ones I examined - appear to be from a batch of ten that were stolen from a - gallery five years ago during an attack on a Rebel cell on - Krintrino.” - - The Emperor’s face darkened. “So as well as being an - embezzler, Glovstoak may also be connected with the Rebel - Alliance?” - - “Or he may have a connection with the Imperial forces who - carried out the attack,” Mara pointed out, a little - cautiously. The Emperor was a wise and good man, but he had an - odd tendency sometimes to see Rebels and Rebel conspiracies - where they might not actually exist. “Or it could have been - pirates or thieves who simply took advantage of the attack’s - chaos to grab and run. The interesting point is that Glovstoak - apparently bought them through an auction house, which - suggests he and the seller wanted a stamp of legitimacy put on - the transfer.” - - “You said ten were stolen,” the Emperor said. “Yet only six - were in Glovstoak’s safe?” “Yes,” Mara confirmed. “And all six - were apparently bought at the same time about eighteen months - ago.” - - “Where are the other four?” - - “As far as I know, they’re still missing,” Mara said. “That’s - one of the questions I’d like an answer to. Another is why the - original owner suddenly decided he needed such a large influx - of cash a year and a half ago.” - - For a minute the Emperor remained silent, and Mara felt a - flicker of satisfaction. Private transfers of valuable objects - happened all the time across the Empire, for any number of - legitimate or borderline-shady reasons. Such questions coming - from many of the Emperor’s other advisers and assistants would - likely have been dismissed out of hand as irrelevant. - - But Mara was the Emperor’s Hand, recruited and trained - personally by him, and he trusted her instincts. “The loss of - the Death Star was a great shock to even my strongest - supporters,” he said at last. “Some, perhaps, might be - wondering if my Empire is indeed the likely winner in this - conflict with the Rebel Alliance.” - - “Of course it is,” Mara said automatically. - - The Emperor gave her another thin smile. “Indeed,” he agreed. - “But not everyone sees things as clearly as you and I. If - Glovstoak is not connected to the Rebellion, perhaps one of - our wealthier citizens has decided to play both sides. Tell - me, what is the current Rebel presence in Shelsha sector?” - - “I don’t know yet,” Mara said. “I was planning to comm - Shelkonwa and ask Governor Choard’s office to prepare a summary - for me.” - - “Don’t,” the Emperor said, the corners of his lips turning - down with contempt. “Barshnis Choard is a competent - administrator, but he has far too many ties with the wealthy - and powerful of his sector. He might leak news of your - investigation to the very people you seek. No, you will - instead use my personal library for your research.” - - Mara bowed her head. “Thank you, my lord.” - - The Emperor held out his hand to her. “Go,” he said. - - Mara stepped forward and took his outstretched hand, feeling a - fresh wave of warmth and strength flow into her, then stepped - back again. “One other thing, my lord,” she said. “When you - have Moff Glovstoak and his administration arrested, I would - ask that a member of his staff, General Deerian, be exempted - from punishment.” - - The Emperor regarded her thoughtfully. “You believe him to be - innocent of Glovstoak’s treason?” - - “I’m certain of it,” Mara said. “He’s also an honest and - honorable man. I don’t wish to see the Empire deprived of his - service.” - - The other’s lip may have twitched slightly at the word - honorable. But he merely nodded. “As you wish, my child,” he - said. “I will have General Deerian transferred immediately to - a position here on Imperial Center, where he will remain - untouched by Glovstoak’s imminent destruction.” - - “Thank you,” Mara said. Turning, she strode across the expanse - of the throne room, passed between the silent red-robed Royal - Guards, and stepped into the turbolift. - - The Emperor’s library was a large and very private place, used - only by a few of his top people, and only with his express - permission. Normally, there were a handful of attendants on - hand to assist, but as Mara walked between the tall stacks of - data card file cabinets toward the retrieval stations at the - center she was struck by the unusual silence. Apparently all - the attendants had suddenly found a need to be elsewhere. - - As she rounded the last cabinet she discovered the reason for - their absence. Seated alone at one of the three computer - stations was Darth Vader. - - “Lord Vader,” she said politely as she stepped past, her eyes - flicking automatically to the display screen in front of him. - - His arm came up, just high enough to block her view. - “Emperor’s Hand,” he greeted her in turn, his voice deep and - stiff and darker even than usual. “What do you want?” - - “I was given permission to do some research,” Mara said, - continuing past him and seating herself at one of the other - stations. - - But even as she turned on the console and started keying for - her data search, she could sense his brooding attention switch - from his research to Mara herself. Vader had always been - polite enough, but even without Mara’s Force sensitivity it - would have been abundantly clear that he didn’t like her. - - - She’d never figured out why that was. Certainly their goals - were the same: service to the Emperor and his New Order. - Perhaps he thought her training had taken too much of the - Emperor’s time and attention, or perhaps he suspected her of - trying to supplant him in the great man’s eyes. - - Both thoughts were ridiculous, of course. Mara had her work to - do, and Vader had his, and there was no point trying to - second-guess the Emperor’s wisdom in the way he employed - either of them. - - But she had yet to find a way to get that message through to - Vader. - - “You seek information on the Rebels,” Vader said. - - “Don’t we all?” Mara said drily. “Specifically, I’m interested - in the ones in Shelsha sector. Would you happen to know - anything about that?” - - “There are no known or suspected bases in the sector,” the - Dark Lord rumbled. “The single major listening post was raided - and destroyed a few days ago. I suspect there to also be some - important supply lines running through the sector, but that - has yet to be verified.” - - “Any important sympathizers?” - - The sense of coldness around him deepened. “There are - sympathizers everywhere,” he said. “As well as others who - conspire to overthrow their superiors.” - - Mara felt an unpleasant trickle run through her. “Lord Vader, - rest assured that I have no intention–” - - “Good day, Emperor’s Hand,” Vader cut her off. With a swirl of - black cloak, he stood, turning off the console as he did so. - Turning his back, he strode away. - - “Thank you for your assistance, Lord Vader,” Mara called after - him. - - The other didn’t reply, the sense of coldness fading as he - departed. The door slid open at his gesture, and he strode - from the library. - - Mara took a deep breath, let it out in a weary sigh. What was - he worried about, anyway? Loyalty was, after all, one of the - Emperor’s greatest qualities; loyalty to all who were loyal to - him. How could Vader even think his Master would push him - aside for anyone else? Especially for someone as young and - inexperienced as Mara? - - Shaking her head, she turned back to her console, forcing her - mind back to her job. So the Rebels had supply lines through - Shelsha sector. That was good to know. She finished keying in - her request for general Rebel data, then added a search for - major and minor traffic lanes, out-ofthe-way spaceports, and - any known centers of smuggling or other criminal activity. - - - The computer set to work, and Mara sat back to wait . . . and - as she hunched her tired shoulders, her eyes drifted over to - Vader’s console. The Dark Lord was never very pleasant, but as - she thought back on their brief encounter it seemed to her - that he’d been even more on edge than usual. - - Maybe she could find out why. - """ - msg(self.caller, testtext)