Back at early access and launch, I had a character named Hyena. At some point, I was forced to rename, I figured it was because of a server merge and someone else grabbed the name, not a big deal. I named her something else. Recently, I decided to move her to the US servers and I wanted her original name or something like it. I figured Hyena would probably be taken, but I decided to try variations, like Hyena-six. Then Hyena-Nine. Hyenaa. A bunch of stuff, more and more obscure. All of them came back as invalid. From what I can tell, the word Hyena itself is blocked and I cannot for the life of me figure out why. I know there's a ship class called Hyena, but that's hardly a reason to not allow it as a name. Someone suggested it might be the name of an NPC, but I have another character who shares name with an NPC and that doesn't seem to be an issue. I'm really confused as to why the word is blocked completely.

Set up a weekly smuggler/civilian RP hang-out on my server

IV Taz held her scowl until the engines started humming and she felt the familiar pressure of the ship taking off. Not until the acceleration out of the port was pushing her back against the seat did she dare take a deep breath, realizing she had been holding it anxiously from the moment she turned her back on the Imperials till they were in the air. Now she leaned back and laughed. “Boy, that almost ended wrong. Can’t say I’m entirely disappointed about not being allowed back here, I think I can live without seeing the welcoming port of Dromund Kaas for a while!” Anas slid down into the seat next to her with a crooked smirk, “As long as you don’t expect me to bunk with the Jawas,” she said, taking her usual positions with her feet up and her hands behind her neck. “For a moment there, I thought Caron had lost his mind, but he’s a smart one, him, very smart…” Ellis, who was just entering from the cargo bay frowned at them. “What do you mean? We didn’t get the right cargo aboard, only those useless droid parts and Jawas, and we almost ended up in prison, or worse! This was a complete failure… There was nothing in those boxes worth anything,” he said and fell into an empty chair, clearly in despair that his first run had brought him out empty handed. Taz grinned. “Ah, kid, you have so much to learn about smuggling. Not everything worth risking your neck for glistens,” she said and stared out the view panel as the ship went to hyperspace. The empty universe had never seemed more inviting. Suddenly a small voice sounded behind her, “Ma’am?” Taz turned around, looking at the small Jawa in the doorway, five others poking out behind him. He was squirming uncomfortably in a way very uncommon for Jawas. “Ma’am, I really need to go to the bathroom,” he said again, in clear Common albeit with a thick, Imperial accent. Taz got up and sent a wink to the stunned Ellis before crouching down and pushing the hood of the Jawa back, revealing under it the face of a dark haired little boy, barely more than four or five years old. Ellis sputtered behind her, but she ignored him and ruffled the boy’s hair once with a warm smile. “It’s right through there, dear. You did such a good job, all of you! Most convincing Jawas I’ve ever seen. How about you, Anas?” The Cathar waved her hand dismissingly, then couldn’t help a smile. The boy disappeared into the hallway as the rest of the ‘Jawas’ swarmed into the bridge, hoods being pulled down from five other little boys and girls, none of them looking above six years of age. Ellis shook his head as Taz sat down next to him with a blonde girl on her lap. “I don’t get it. I thought we were here to pick up some invaluable cargo, but apparently, we’ve been stealing children?” Taz looked at him with a serious expression. “Not stealing. We’re bringing them to Tython. They’re all force sensitive, and their parents knew that it would only be a matter of time before they were shipped off to Korriban. Becoming Sith is no easy life, not something all Imperials wish for their children. So, they asked us for help…” She smiled down at the girl and tickled her stomach gently. “So now you get a chance to become Jedi instead, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” she said with a warm smile, knowing that it was a thought the children would have to get used to, growing up in a world where the Jedi were so fiercely looked down upon. But looking over the small crowd of children completely taking over her bridge, and thinking of their brave performance in the space port, she felt optimistic that things would turn out alright in the end.

III As Taz walked outside, she glanced up at the eerie sky of Dromund Kaas. There was something wrong with this planet, and it wasn’t just that it was crawling with imperials. There was something evil at work here, something that went beyond non-force sensitive people like herself and most of the citizens. She looked back over her shoulder at Anas, who was followed closely by Ellis. If possible, he seemed even more distraught. She couldn’t blame him, though. The situation was bad. She was happy they didn’t have to go far, flanked on each side by four imperial guards and followed closely by the Chiss agent and officer Marken, watching each step they took. Inside the spaceport, she immediately caught a glimpse of her contact, a rather handsome human named Caron who had a small engineering shop in Kaas city. He was waiting by a stack of large crates, surprisingly with five or six Jawa fidgeting around him. When he saw Taz, he flashed her a bright smile, seemingly ignoring the guards flanking her and her crew. “Taz, finally!” he called out, pushing himself up from the crates and walking over to kiss her on the cheek. As he leaned in, she whispered hissingly,“We have a problem…” She noticed Caron’s smile was slightly strained as he whispered back, “I got everything under control, just get the crates aboard…” Then he pushed away and motioned for the nearest Jawa, who yelled something in his high pitched language, and they all started pushing at the nearest crate, making it scrape along the floor toward the ship. Officer Marken stepped in front of the crate with a quick glance at the agent. “Not so fast. We need to check the crates for smuggled goods first,” he said, regaining some of his composure as he sent Taz a triumphant smile. She shrugged and looked at the large stack of crates. As the guards started opening the first crates and began sifting through the droid parts inside, she leaned against the wall beside Caron. He lowered his voice to a near whisper, “Listen, they couldn’t get everything you asked for…” Taz looked at him with a sigh, “Really, Caron? How much this time then?” “A bit above half… Listen, before you say anything…” “Half!? Caron, you see what I have to go through for this? It’s my neck on the line, and my crews!” she sputtered, doing her best to keep her voice down and a neutral expression, knowing all too well that she was still under careful scrutiny from the Chiss. “I know, Taz, I know, but this is the last time, I promise! Next run, you’ll get the payment in full. They’re desperate to get the cargo to the buyer; it’s their entire life’s work.” She sighed again, “There will be no next run; they banned me from Dromund Kaas. We both knew it was just a matter of time; we need to find a new way of doing this… Fine, tell them I’ll accept the payment. It’s important cargo, maybe the buyer will offer compensation.” They both had practice in keeping the argument casual, not saying anything that directly showed criminal intent. Payment was an entirely legit thing for a freight captain to discuss after all. Taz looked at the Jawas, waiting impatiently by the currently open crate as the guards were digging through piles of droid parts. She still had no clue how Caron planned on smuggling the goods on board, there truly didn’t seem to be anything unexpected in the boxes so far. She glanced curiously at him. Caron might not seem like much, but he could be quite the genius when it came to certain things, and she was always glad he was on her side. The guards were getting tired of the tedious job of looking through crate after crate of droid parts, and Anas’ bursts of “Hey, be careful with that!” surely didn’t help their mood. Taz grinned to herself. Anas were experienced in subtle manipulations that would in the end make their job a bit easier. She glanced at the agent and Officer Marken. Marken looked like he was sweating, pulling slightly at his uniform collar from time to time. Only the agent remained unaffected. She looked back at the boxes with a frown. There were still seven large crates to go through, and they had only been through 4 so far. The soldiers seemed just as annoyed about the slow work as she felt about being kept there. She was starting to sense Caron’s plan. If the soldiers got tired enough, perhaps they could avoid a thorough inspection of the bottom crates. There were several ways to hide things from a quick glance: secret bottoms, holographic projections if no one scanned, or even inside the droid parts. It would be tight, but perhaps doable. Finally, after a particularly snide remark from Anas regarding his manliness and how certain cybernetic implants might increase his luck with the women so he’d actually get a life, Marken seemed to lose his patience. “That’s it!” he spouted. “You can take the crates that have been checked, but the rest are staying here! I don’t care about your lost profit one bit, Captain, and if I ever see you in Dromund Kaas again…” Taz frowned. That was not exactly what she had hoped for. She opened her mouth to begin a charm offensive for more time when Caron cut her off with a loud voice. “Fine, I’ll take the rest back then, good riddance! if I had known it would cause this much trouble, I’d never have agreed to arrange transportation, but it’s always the same with those filthy aliens, lying and stealing and lazing about, that’s what they know to do best, am I right, gentlemen?” He made an angry gesture toward the Jawas, who immediately started pushing the cleared crates aboard the ship. Marken, seemingly forgetting that the agent was indeed an alien himself nodded in approval. “You have my full understanding, sir, and I apologize for the trouble. You must understand that in these insecure times, we need to make sure smugglers do not get free access to our Capital, like they have in the Republic, hah hah…” He laughed and Caron laughed with him after a short hesitation and a small shrug at Taz. “Fine,” Caron said, kicking one of the crates slightly. “I guess I can get rid of the rest in Kaas city. I’m sure there’s some muscle around I can hire to bring it back. Just make sure she doesn’t try to squirm out of the deal and take those damn Jawas with her when she leaves, filthy stealing little creatures…” Taz’s head snapped up. “What!? I’m not taking them, what am I supposed to do with them?” she protested. Caron shrugged. “That’s not exactly my problem, is it? I told your buyer I’d accept them here to finish the work on the droid parts but that I wouldn’t keep them around. How would our glorious Empire look if we let it become overrun with that filth? Everyone knows you can’t trust a Jawa with a silver spoon,” He nodded at Marken again, completely ignoring the agent, who was watching the display with what appeared to be mild curiosity. Taz protested again, moving her pleading look to Marken, “This wasn’t part of the deal, that scumbag is lying. What am I supposed to do with a handful of Jawas? My buyer is not gonna take them, I don’t have enough to keep them fed, let alone paid. Don’t let him rub his problem off on me!” Marken simply grinned triumphantly, clearly overjoyed by the thought of causing her some extra trouble, “Well, it seems to be your problem now, captain. If this upstanding Imperial citizen says it was the deal, then it was obviously the deal. Get the crates aboard, take your alien scum and get out of here.” Taz scowled, but then motioned for Anas and Ellis to help the Jawas push the crates aboard, “Fine,” she grumbled and trudged after them. “I guess I can drop them off at Tatooine. But this is gonna ruin me, I hope you’re happy!” She glared angrily from Caron to Marken and just before disappearing into the ship, she caught a glimpse of the agent. She could have sworn he was smirking as if amused, but she told herself that would have to be her imagination playing tricks with her.

II As they landed, Taz glanced out of the view panel at the squad of Imperial guards already lining up in the hangar. She was almost slightly amused by how large a threat Harken apparently seemed to think they were. Taz always ran with as small a crew as possible, and this time was no exception. Both she and Anas could handle themselves in a gunfight, but she wasn’t so sure about the third member of the crew, a young lad she hadn’t worked with before. He seemed almost too green and had been rather fidgety the entire way, but Basil had vouched for him, and that was good enough, for now anyway. She’d have to see how he handled himself under pressure from the Imps and be prepared to put out some fires should it come to that. She hit the button to open the docking bay door that would lead the Imps into the ship and sent Anas out to greet them while she kept an eye on the hanger for a little while longer through the view panel. When she finally saw Marken enter and walk toward her ship, her brows furrowed into an instant frown. He wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t the two of his personal guards flanking him that was the problem. By his side, half a step ahead, another officer was striding with long steps through the hanger. She easily recognised him as a Chiss by the blue skin and the red eyes. She couldn’t quite determine what he was looking at, yet she also couldn’t shake an eerie feel that he was staring through the view panel straight at her. Like Marken, he was also in an imperial uniform, and she squinted slightly to make out the details. What she saw turned her half a tone paler and she took a step back to gather herself before slowly turning around and walking toward the cargo bay. It was a uniform she had luckily only been close to on a few occasions, yet she had no doubt. The Chiss was with Imperial Intelligence. One thing was fooling a low ranking officer with a known weakness for Alien women, dealing Imperial Intelligence was different, very different. As she reached the cargo bay, she hesitated for a moment to listen to the voices inside. Someone, she assumed the Chiss, was given orders with a firm voice. Anas answered angrily, though Taz couldn’t quite make out the words. Then the boy, whatever his name was, said something with a trembling voice. For a second, her eyes shot to the door leading out of the ship. It wouldn’t be that hard slipping past the few guards still left outside and disappear into the jungle, thrn get one of her contacts in Kaas city to set her up with a fake ID. She could probably get to some place neutral that way, maybe even Nar Shaddaa. She quickly shook the thought. She knew as well as anyone that she was not going to leave her crew at the mercy of the imperials while she ducked away to safe her own skin. Besides, they hadn’t technically done anything wrong, so there should be nothing to worry about, not yet anyway. She finally entered and cleared her throat to grab the attention of the Chiss agent, sending him her most dashing smile as she made a sweeping gesture with one hand. “Ah, I see you brought company, Marken, I had almost hoped to get you to myself, but you know what they say, the more the merrier, right?” she said, winking cheerfully at the officer, who frowned deeply at her. The Chiss glanced at him and then back at her, standing straight with his hands clasped at his back. He nodded soundlessly, motioning for her to go stand by her crew, who were gathered against one of the walls. She shrugged and walked over to them, keeping her eyes locked on the Chiss. The guards were searching the cargo bay, though it was indeed as she had said, almost entirely empty. A few crates filled with hay were stacked against the opposite wall of where the crew were waiting, and a couple of soldiers were going through it with the barrel of their blaster rifles. She smirked slightly to herself, knowing they wouldn’t find anything, then she looked back at the Chiss, tilting her head slightly. “Well, I don’t know about here, but where I come from, it’s considered rude not to introduce yourself to a lady,” she proclaimed, ignoring the fact that neither herself nor Anas would probably be considered ladies in very many places. The Chiss smiled thinly at her. “And where might that be, Captain?” he asked, his voice much too smooth for her liking. Taz bit her tongue, annoyed with herself that she couldn’t come up with a quick remark, but the agent’s presence had surprised her. Instead, she kept quiet and settled for inspecting him closely; looking for any hints of weaknesses she could play on. On closer inspection, his skin was almost grey with only a slightly blue tone to hit. His black hair was swept back, with not a strand in the wrong place. It was the same with the meticulously kept, pencil thing moustache he wore. He seemed painstakingly put together, but dark areas around his eyes witnessed of something beneath it, a lack of sleep perhaps, from something wearing him down. A small scar on his chin hinted at possible combat experience, so she figured it would be unsafe to assume he was merely a paper pusher. While the soldiers continued their search behind him, he walked back and forth along the short line of people her crew and herself now formed, inspecting each of them with his hands still clasped at his back. “So, this is the crew officer Marken spends so much time and resources investigating. With nothing to report so far I hear, but perhaps there are other reasons?” he smiled coolly, looking from Taz to Anas. The Cathar, as usual, had an expression as if the entire situation bored her immensely. Taz couldn’t help smiling to herself at her second-in-command’s ability to make men uncomfortable. True enough, she noticed a couple of the younger looking soldiers glance insecurely at the beautiful Cathar from time to time, receiving an annoyed gaze through half closed eyes back. The Chiss, however, seemed unfazed. Instead, he stopped in front of the young kid who was staring at his feet. His head seem to bend even further down under the gaze of the agent. Ellis was his name Taz suddenly remembered. She had been calling him “kid” the entire trip. Perhaps she needed to get into the habit of actually using her crew’s names. “This one I haven’t heard of,” the Chiss continued. “He must be new. He seems nervous. Does he have anything to be nervous about, Captain? Or perhaps I should rather ask him. Why are you nervous?” Ellis glanced sideways, sending a desperate plea with his eyes to Taz. She cleared her throat and smiled again, somewhat strained this time. “Of course not, agent. As I tried to explain to the good officer Harken, we are simply here to pick up a delivery of some custom made droid parts for some eccentric grampa’s personal ship. Think he’s a retired agent or some such, perhaps you know him? I think the name was Walter or Wallace or something…” She deliberately spoke fast; leaving the agent little time to cut her off and hoping it would pull his attention away from the clearly shaken young boy. She didn’t think the kid would divulge anything about their actual reason to be here. In fact, she wasn’t sure he knew anything besides that it wasn’t entirely legal, but there was no reason to press him more than necessary. It seemed to have the desired effect, as the agent once again started pacing, and this time, he stopped right in front of her. “And Captain Taz Alpha, who wouldn’t recognize you? We don’t get many Mirialan in Kaas city, so it is no wonder your name has kept popping up. Allow me to ask: why do you choose to deliver here of all places? You must know you are not exactly welcome here.” Taz shrugged and smiled. It was a question she had heard many times before. What alien in their right mind would chose to smuggle goods into Kaas City, even once, let alone eleven times. Even legal goods was pushing it, and being Chiss, the agent himself had probably been in intimate contact with the imperial specieism more than once. “Ah, it’s not so bad,” she said, for the first time making an attempt to catch his eyes, though without a pupil, it was hard to tell if she succeeded. “There are plenty of people happy enough with the services I can provide that they’re willing to look the other way from my ‘unfortunate skin colour.’ I am not picky with what I deliver, unlike many others. Have you ever tried freighting live full grown Bantha males? Let alone five? I’ll tell you, all the seats in my ship were torn to shreds by the time they arrived for their new Sith master.” She kept her eyes at the agent, waiting for a reaction. For a long time, nothing happened. Taz swallowed. If he would only say something, give her something she could talk her way out of, but so far, she still wasn’t entirely sure why he was even here. Finally, he looked away, turning his attention to Officer Marken. “Have you men found anything?” he asked, receiving an insecure headshake back. “Very well. I have been charged with ending this pointless waste of resources, so since the good Officer can’t seem to resist you, captain, this will be your last trip to Dromund Kaas, do you understand? You can pick up your cargo and leave.” Taz sighed, relieved. A ban on Dromund Kaas wasn’t optimal, but she could find other venues. The planet was getting too dangerous anyway. She flashed Anas a smile that quickly died as the agent spoke up again. “Of course, we will be monitoring your cargo closely as you bring it aboard. You might not be smuggling anything in, but the Empire would prefer if nothing is smuggled out either.” Her heart sank. Smuggling goods into the ship right under the nose of Imperial guards was a risk much higher than she was happy to take. She glanced at Anas who was also frowning, and at the kid who seemed like he was just about ready to make himself disappear if he could. But choosing to leave without picking up her cargo would seem suspicious as well, and she didn’t want to pull any unnecessary attention to her contacts here. She pondered the situation for a moment, then she took a deep breath and walked past the agent, toward the door, waving a hand casually. “Of course, agent, be my guest, I understand why your men might want to watch the girls work,” She winked at him and exited the ship, her heart still beating heavily. How were they ever going to pull this off?

I Taz looked up as a small red light started flashing above her, a warning sound accompanying it. She bit her lip and exhaled a small curse before she looked back out the view panel where the Dromund Kaas spaceport that had just moments before seemed so comfortably close now seemed to be light years away. It had been an unexpectedly incident free trip here and she had almost begun to hope that she could reach the spaceport in the same manner, but of course she should have known better. Dromund Kaas was a well patrolled area. Here an alien ship was bound to get noticed, especially one with a captain like this. The Empire wasn’t known for their kindness to aliens, and Taz was undeniably alien. Captain Taz Alpha was Mirialan, with skin of a dark, mossy colour and the geometric facial tattoos her species were known for. Her hair was glossy and black, and usually kept out of her face in a high pony tail; though the shorter bangs had a tendency to rather insistently fall into her red eyes. As expected, moments later her holoterminal started beeping insistently. Taz blew the bangs falling over her forehead out of her eyes. “Anas, wanna get that? Let’em down gently,” she called out and reached for the low-range communicator in the bridge where she was sitting while keeping the ship on course with the other hand. She glanced over her shoulder at the female Cathar who was lazily lounging in one of the chairs behind her. Anas looked back at her with a bored expression. “Take that call, like five minutes ago!” Taz insisted, turning her gaze back at the spaceport and pressing the communicator. Behind her, she could hear Anas get up and stroll to the large holoterminal in the other room. “What can I do for you today, Officer?” she heard Anas ask smoothly before Taz spoke into her own console. “This is The Extraneous, requesting permission to dock,” she called, tilting her head slightly to hear how the distractions were going for Anas while she awaited her reply. She had barely uttered the last word however before a firm voice answered: “Negative, Extraneous, we have received orders that you cannot be allowed to land.” Taz cursed and changed the course, steering in a broad circle outside of the port. She turned on the autopilot so the ship would continue flying in circles above the jungle between the spaceport and Kaas city and pushed herself out of the captain’s chair. She walked with longs strides into the nearby room where Anas was still chatting with the vaguely flickering blue hologram of a tall human male in an Imperial uniform. She spared a thought to the neglected state of her holoterminal before cutting Anas’ negotiations off mid-sentence. “Lift your ‘blockade’, Marken, I have a job to do,” she sneered, still in the doorway, and then she strolled up next to Anas, crossing her arms over her chest. The Imperial Officer turned his head slightly to look at her and smirked. “Ah, finally, the Captain herself. I’m afraid you won’t wiggle your way out of it this time,” he said, his voice having an almost metallic sound to it. Had Taz not known better, she would have thought it was due to the sorry state of the holoterminal, but it happened to be that she knew of the fairly extensive cybernetic work done on the Officer’s chest and neck, despite both being covered by the uniform with the tightly buttoned shirt. Marken continued, “We have reason to suspect you are smuggling contraband into the city”. She glanced at Anas and motioned for the door. “You better take the stick, and keep pushing for landing clearance,” she said to the Cathar, who nodded then sent Officer Marken one of her rare smirks and left the room. Taz leaned against the wall, her attention focusing back on the flickering image. “We’ve been through this before, Marken,” she said casually, once again blowing air so her bangs lifted slightly before falling back into her eyes. “You’ve searched my ship how many times? Eight? Nine? Have you ever considered that I might actually be here doing exactly what I tell you I’m doing?” She looked at him calmly. The lie had been told so many times it came almost disturbingly easy to her, but then again, lying had never seemed hard. It came with the business, and being able to talk her way out of sticky situations had saved her skin from more than one fight around the galaxy. She waited until he opened his mouth to retort, then lifted a hand and cut him off, “Besides, you won’t find anything here anyway. I’m here to retrieve cargo this time, not deliver, so the ship is practically empty. You are more than welcome to come aboard and check yourself. And I wouldn’t mind seeing you face to face again, I kinda missed you…” The last bit was added with a cheeky smile she hoped would fluster him or at the very least make him uncomfortable. She grinned to herself when she saw that it seemed to have the desired effect, making the Officer pull uncomfortably at his collar with one finger as if it was suddenly too tight. He cleared his throat. “Very well, Captain, I’ll grant you permission to land, but you’re to stay in your ship until it has been thoroughly searched. And I swear, if I find as much as a Sullustan smut magazine, you’ll be spending a very long time in the Imperial prisons. I assure you, the people there are not as pleasant as I can be!” The hologram disappeared without another warning and Taz smiled. By now, she knew exactly how to play Officer Marken, and with an empty cargo hold she wasn’t worried yet. It was the cargo she would be bringing back that offered the real challenge, but she’d have to worry about that when she got it. She had managed somehow before. She returned to the bridge where Anas was lounging comfortably in the captain’s chair, legs up and arms behind her head, steering the ship slowly back toward the port with one foot. Taz grinned at her and slid into one of the other seats. “I take it the permission went through?” she asked, not bothering getting her second-in-command to move. Anas did what she wanted most of the time anyway. The Cathar girl smirked very slightly. “Smooth sailing as always,” she said, finally sitting upright to inch the ship in manually as they reached the port.

That's pretty awesome! You really have skills with photo editing! My only comment is that Zabrak don't have eyebrowses, and as awesome as it look, you might want to consider removing them for a more "authentic" Zabrak feel

Don't really have anything to add, but /signed I actually didn't know that Cyan/Purple are restricted o.O That's a shame, especially, as you say, the purple is iconic for being the color of Mace Windu's saber...

My Legacy name is Alpha. It was actually chosen because of the character I roleplayed when I first started, Ti'ex, who was originally named TX-055389-Alpha, and just sort of stuck with it as her name in general.

Hehe, I think that's a fun idea, and I might try doing the same. I don't really feel the need to correct a random person calling me "dude" or "he" when we run ONE instance together, but in stuff like Guilds, etc, I usually like to know people a bit deeper, and knowing whether to call them he or she is usually nice It just sucks that some girls feel they have to hide it, it really shouldn't be that way.

Plenty. Don't know why people still seem to think there are no girls in the games, I find that there's usually a good deal of us. Edit: Am I the only one who is bothered by the fact that as a girl gamer, it sometimes seem like you have to almost hide your gender to avoid getting accused of using it for attention? I don't usually go around advertising my gender, but I've had people tell me that I was "just trying to get their attention for being a girl" when I asked if my husband could join our group. Yeah, cause I was so trying to use that as a pick-up line <.< Or if a girl dare to correct someone calling her "him", both guy and girl gamers often react like if the girl is trying to flaunt just being a girl, however, who would ever look at a guy like that if he corrected someone calling him "she"? Once again, I usually don't go around advertising my gender, I just get tired of the hypocrisy and having to actively lie, just to hide the fact that I'm a girl, or people will blame me for just trying to get attention. Gamergirls are not that special anymore, but it only changes once people start treating it as being normal <.<

Kind of have to agree with this. It should be much more about helping your team to victory than just doing what gives you a high personal score in my opinion. But I find that you see this in pretty much every game with Warzone-style PVP: You get tons of people who are much more focused on looking good on the meters/getting their own score up than actually helping their team out, and sadly, it leads to a lot of losses when enough people do it.

I believe you can get there pretty much as soon as you have your ship, so around 16 I think We tried to find the lowest level area that were both neutral, so both sides could join, and would make sense for a gathering like this.

Thank you Ganden <3 Progenitor Empire now also has an IC-chat channel, Holonet, set in, well you can probably guess it, the holonet So anyone interested, feel free to join!

I understand the issues some people have with it, however, personally, I usually just try to find a way to make stuff like this work for me, worst case scenario, I'll just turn it off the chars it doesn't fit. I got my Legacy name a few days ago, and tried to pick something that could work for several different type of characters. Having 2 already, I've actually managed to make it work for both of them, without any relation between them what so ever.

Eh, just a small note on the chat channels: From swtor-rp, we set up a couple of chat channels as well on Progenitor. At least on Empire side, I believe the chat channel is rpempire. It's OOC, and it's very active, so I think it would be a shame if people tried to join the wrong channel there, and then missed out on the chatter I believe there is a similar rprepublic but to my knowledge, it's not quite as active, so Razzmatin might be right on that side But yeah, if you add chat channels to the OP, you might want to add at least rpempire, as it seem to be the main OOC channel for roleplayers on Empire, Progenitor

The Progenitor - EU RP-PVE roleplayserver invites you to the event of the year! Text below was written by Nymfia. The event will be organised by The Progenitors roleplaying community. Your Personal Invitation to Madame Sadira the Hutts' annual Ball of Reconciliation Time: December 30th 2011 7PM GMT / 8PM CET Location: Nar Shaddaa - Lower Promenades Dear Distinguished Guest, Her glorious ladyship, the delicate flower of the delta, the beautiful, the gracious, Madame Sadira the Hutt invites you to the social event of the year. The annual Ball of Reconciliation. An event perfectly befitting for a person of your stature and reputation. Be a part of the grandeur of Madame Sadira household. Enjoy the richest wines and the finest spices of the galaxy. Leisure yourself while surrounded by the galaxies most talented dancers, musicians and entertainers. Madame Sadira believes that in our dark and troubling times, there should be moments of peace, of partnership of tranquility. The annual ball is such a moment. A moment to bury the hatchet, to set aside arms and to engage in laughter, party and friendly conversation all while being in the presence of her Ladyships glorious and phenomenal beauty. To preserve the delicacy and beauty of the event, it shall be strictly forbidden to use violence without the explicit content of her Ladyship. As is customary in Hutt tradition, Her Ladyship, Madame Sadira the Hutt, expects you to bring a token of appreciation in the form of a gift to the Sadira household. We are absolutely convinced that a person of your stature and fine taste will be able to produce a present for the Ladyship, so unique and beautiful, that it will touch her in the essence of her soul. We are looking forward to your presence at the annual Ball of Reconciliation With highest regards, On behalf of Madame Sadira the Hutt, Vincent Traan Chief Administrator of Madame Sadira the Hutt’s Household. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Madame Sadira the Hutt's anual Ball of Reconciliation To see the invitation in all it's glory and for more look here: http://www.swtor-rp.com/progenitor/m/3305111/viewthread/1815261-madame-sadira-hutts-annual-ball-reconciliation/page/1#last The concept is drawn from some of the ideas already posted, the ideas in the chatchannel and my own ideas. Sadira is an effeminate Hutt (as we all know hutts are hermafrodites, but unlike some Hutts within Sadira feminine is really dominant. One must always speak of "She and Her" when talking about Sadira unless or risk losing a bodypart or two. Who is Sadira the Hutt? Sadira is an effeminate (to the extreme) Hut Crime lady. She is different then most other Hutts though. Unlike other Hutt's, and perhaps because of her feminine character, she values diplomacy and cooperation much more then agressive expansion. As a result she has been very succesful in building her network. Where other Hutt's are surrounded by many enemies that hate them and threathen their power, the might of Sadira's network is that she has so few enemies because it's inclusive. This allows her to have more acces to information and services troughout the galaxy, and thus she is respected, not just in the underworld, but amongst the elite societies and high command of both the Republic and the Empire. The Anual Ball of Reconciliation is all about Madame Sadira, her power and her being in her favourite role, the lady of the Ball, the hostess and the center of attention. Just like Sadira's network, it is inclusive, and everyone of importance is invited. Scum, nobility, freelancers, neutrals, citizens of the Republic and of the Empire. What would I seek there? Sadira's Ball of Reconciliation is known as the place to be for anyone that is playing a role of significance in the galaxy. Wether you are a smuggler or a crimelord, seeking bussiness and contacts. A trader seeking new markets, a prostitute seeking clients, a nobleman who wants to flaunt his new rich cloths, pearls and diamonds to the rich and powerful. An agent seeking information. A Jedi seeking to unravel plots and secrets or a Sith lord seeking new subjects. At the annual ball there is also diplomacy in droves, as its one of the few places where the most influential figures of the Empire and Republic are present in an area of festivity. Don't be suprised to see droves of diplomats pass by, fevourishly trying to broker new deals. You'll probably find a good reason to be there. The Gift that keeps on Giving. A central element of the festivity will be the ceremony of giving presents to her ladyship Sadira the Hutt. Yes, as a Hutt she expects her guests to flower her with presents and gifts. A tip for any prospective guest would be to remember that Sadira is effeminate. But make no mistake. Don't think you can get off by simply buying some flowers in a gift shop. Sadira may be feminine and inclusive but don't forget that she is a Hutt and underneath her feminine mask she is sadistic and very cruel. She expects you to go trough all trouble to give her something unique, hard to find and special present. What you give will have direct influence on your life in the galaxy. If you insult her with your gift the ball may be your last night if your unlucky and lucky, you'll find that you've become unable to climb in the ranks of the underworld as no criminal wants to do business with someone who has fallen out of grace with Sadira. And even if you aren't a criminal youll find your career grinding to a halt, wether its in business or in politics. After all you don't think that the republic or empire is going to let you climb the ranks when they know that giving you a promotion might insult their very, very powerful ally Sadira the Hutt? One may give a present on their own, or with a group of people, or as a guild, that does not matter, as long as Sadira can see that you've gone trought the trouble. The great thing about the giving of gifts to Sadira is that it provides an opportunity for roleplay before the event, and it provides a subject to talk about all troughout the galaxy. A group of roleplayers or a guild might even make their own mini-event to try to reach a far away place to obtain a special horn of an almost extinct animal. Or a smuggler could twist arms and give bribes left and right trying to find that unique pearl that was lost by a nobleman in a war long, long ago. Finally, the great thing of this event is that it is annual, so we can do this every year at december 30 for example. I'd love to hear what you guys think of the concepts. It's not my intention to hijack this event of course. This is not my event. It's The Progenitor's event. If there are other ideas i'd love to hear them too. What is needed most for this event is people and guilds who step in and help organise and create this wonderful event. Spread the word and help make sure the entire galaxy will learn about "the most important event of the galaxy" Madame Sadira the Hutts' annual Ball of Reconciliation. All Hail Madame Sadira the Hutt!

There's already custom channels on both sides on The Progenitor (EU): rpempire and rprepublic. And they're quite successful might I add