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This is a nod to this thread So You're Off to Oricon (A Guide for Bads), which I read and laughed till my belly hurt. So, orienting on it's style I started to write a "guide" for the old ops. If you like it, let me know and I'll continue ...
Here we go ...
Welcome young Padawan to the excitement of raids in SWTOR. If you haven’t experienced the magic of a raid in a MMORPG yet, prepare yourself for the extremes of human emotions. You will encounter anything from exhilarating joy of accomplishments to the deep terrors of failure, literally sprinkled with boredom and /facepalm moments. For those who have been there and still want to get back and get the T-Shirt …. welcome back. Now on to the actual operations on which you are going to embark … let’s start with the Classic Operations (since they are just your run-of-the-mill Lvl 50 Ops. Ah - what the hell - let’s do them in Nightmare mode), specifically Eternal Vault (Hello there, Soa), Karraggas Palace (guess who the final boss is …) and last but certainly not least, Explosive Conflict (Hi there Kephess - you annoying little bastard). Without further ado, lets jump into the Eternal Vault where we meet:
ANNIHILATION DROID XRR-3
After slaying some exciting and dynamic trash mobs and two big guns mounted on towers, you will encounter the aforementioned droid which at first glance looks kinda impressive, though somewhat familiar - you see the same model in a scale of 1/10 all over the galaxy. This fight is basic tank, heal and kill fight … and includes the sparingly (this is meant rather sarcastically) used mechanic of having more or less large (mostly red) circles you have to step out of. Young padawan, take note, if you suddenly and unexplicably have a colored circle beneath you and said circle does not cause GREEN numbers to float above your head - GET AWAY FROM IT!! Take heed - this is prudent advice. Anyway, after you kill the droid and collect your Hazmat Boltblaster belt and artifact level columni schematic for a modification with defense and alacrity, you move on to
GHARJ
Before taking a peek at Gharj, who btw. is not only quite large but really really ugly, you first have to wade through endless trash mobs. When, finally, you arrive at the lava filled cave (complete with a scenic lavafall) you repeat the process of tank, heal and kill. However, this fight introduces another mechanic you will soon learn to love (and hate - at least those players who are movement-challenged) - the MOVE-FAST-TO-ANOTHER-LOCATION-OR-DIE mechanism. In this case, the boss regularly jumps up and down (maybe out of frustration?) and thus drops the platform he stands on (as well as all the players), into the lava. Weird thing, players - regardless of level, skill and plain awesomeness take damage from that metal melting hot stuff called lava and even actually die because of it. Therefore it is prudent to jump onto the next existing platform, merrily continuing the fight until it is time to loot your Hazmat Demolisher Boots with Accuracy and get over to
THE ANCIENT PYLONS
Welcome youngling to the first of the PUZZLE BOSSES in SWTOR. Every good (or bad) Operation has to have one. Now the common thread here is that you usually (there are exceptions to this rule of course) have a certain timeframe in which you have to solve the puzzle or the raid wipes. Quite simple, isn’t it? This one is a really simple one, all you have to do is turn wheels to the left or right till the inner symbol matches the ones on the outside. Oh and once they match, you have to lock the wheel to advance to the next one. Rinse and repeat four times. The twist (or Enrage timer) here are the waves of adds that appear. Pretty soon you get big adds that actually cause a bit of damage and more so if you continue to not solve the puzzle and probably not kill the adds fast enough. However, once you tried out all possible (and impossible) mutations of how and where to turn the wheels you finally get your dread guard bracers and head over to the
INFERNAL COUNCIL
Now this used to be a difficult fight, because everybody had to kill his own little boss - ALONE, WITHOUT HELP - whatsoever! Back in the days of Tionese and Columni gear, this was the moment where everybody stopped and started to address their deity of choice. With one simple request: Don’t let THAT GUY attack a different than his own mob and subsequently get a debuff that prevents him to make any damage for 1 minute, subsequently seeing his mob going enrage (there is an enrage timer here) and killing everybody or forcing a reset of the fight. If your prayers worked, this fight was a breeze and you could loot and pillage your Hazmat Bracers before making the last few steps toward
SOA
Finally, the last boss in this here operation. This fight not only takes some time but brings back all the cool and nifty mechanics you encountered beforehand. Plus it adds a nice touch which could end up touching the whole group, again a little mechanic you will soon see again (just a tad different) - little flying energy balls. They target random members of the group, exploding on contact with the character they’re after and buzzing everybody they get close to along the way. But little padawan - there is more (isn’t there always) - before having fun with those you first have to navigate a path of platforms, moving downward to the next level. Just go a bit brain AFK and follow THAT idiot and you end up on the floor … dead. After hitting the boss some more and then jumping some more down you end up in Phase 3 of this fight - at rock bottom. Here come the little orbs again and a final new mechanic … lets kite the boss! All you have to do as tank is put the boss below a HUGE rotating pyramid till it smashes into the ground, thus robbing the boss of his shield. Too easy you say … well …. you have between 7 and 15 other players to ensure that easy doesn’t enter your vocabulary. Alas, the boss dies and you can loot some mount or other and the Hazmat belt you always yearned for.
Stay tuned for the next installment … Karraggas Palace
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Title: Just another training session ... or not?
Prompt: NotLP - Head of the class
Character: Tess (SW), Trasher (SW)
Spoilers: None
Having Parents-in-Law more often than not means trouble. This problem is exacerbated when you belong to a different species and to add icing on the cake, work for your father-in-law. „Yay me!“ I’m human, my hubby is a pureblood sith and I’m the trainee of my father-in-law for the job of WRATH OF THE EMPEROR (The title in capital letters is part of the job description - not my idea!).
Did I mention that my mother-in-law prefers to use force lighting or electric shocks whenever she is annoyed or heaven forbid - pi**ed off? She loves my husband, her son - Archer - dearly, even tho he isn’t force sensitive … at all. But with me … well, lets just say that I keep my lightsabers handy and Deflection on CD. Though, to be honest, it gets better. Especially now that Archer and I have kids. There might be a number of reasons why she doesn’t like me … might be that she thinks that Archer could have done better, but hey - I’m the soon to be WRATH OF THE EMPEROR (remember - all capital letters), that should count for something. Or she doesn’t like me being a Marauder, as a heal her experience with this advanced class has apparently been predominantly bad (like jumping at everything in red like a bull on steroids or always pulling before the tank). Whatever …
Those thoughts crossed my mind, tho at a rather inappropriate time as there is currently a lightsaber swinging towards me. Suddenly another thought - short but useful - duck! So … because I live in the moment - I duck. And roll. And slash with both lightsabers at the well shaped legs of my father-in-law. Effortlessly he jumps and flips in the air before they can connect, simultaneously swinging his lightsaber at me and nearly hitting me too. The reason I averted my impending appointment with a kolto tank being my continued roll after the double slash. Now we are again on the opposite sides of the training room. Throwing my offhand saber to distract him, I jump at the same time and try to smash him with an overhead slash, but while I’m in the air, I see him switch his stance back to Soresu. With an evil smile on his lips he diverts my thrown lightsaber with a flick of his hand and then simply waits for me. Seeing that - my confidence wanes a bit but now I’m commited - I follow through and it feels like I’m trying to hit a rock, or more accurate, a very large and very immobile, perfectly ray shielded, rock. Switching his stance again to the Shien form he comes after me with a vengeance. A flurry of attacks rains down on me, seemingly from all directions at once. Only my mastery of the living force allows me to parry all of them in time. But his attacks and his rage fuel my own and shortly before I’m hitting the wall behind me, I see an opening - and act on it. Switching to Ataru I let my passion guide my hands and unleash my own flurry of attacks, now I drive him back! My two lightsaber whirl in total coordination around me while I’m constantly on the move, always trying to get through his defenses. Once I started attacking him, he switched back to Soresu, but this time I can feel a bit of uneasiness coming from him. I press my attack and all of a sudden my low backhand swing, after whirling around, connects with his calf, eliciting a „Yeoow!!“ from him.
Abruptly he steps back, lowers his lightsaber and deactivates it. While I’m sweating like a rancor and panting like an akk dog, he is not even breathing hard. The only sign of his recent activities is a single drop of sweat flowing south over his hard muscled and well defined, tasty upper body. Oh, how I'd love to be that drop of sweat now - grrr ....
„Not bad … for a human. Though your technique was sloppy at best and your rage management leaves a lot to be desired. Still, an acceptable fight, Têss.“ says Trasher while casually checking the burn mark on his calf.
Err .... shouldn't you better think about your nice looking and quite deadly husband, Tess?
Hello? Living Force ... living in the moment? Remember?
Living in the moment does not mean to make out (or think about it) with your father-in-law!
Spoilsport. Moreover, I just looked at the menu ... I eat at home (most of the time ...)
Ok, I'll let it slip, but behave yourself from now on.
Servant One: I would give the fight a 6.5 for Têss and a 9.5 on the richter scale for Trasher - damn, he is so hot!
Servant Two: You know, coming out of the closet in the last episode of „Thursday Morning Wrath“ might not have been the best idea for ya.
Screw good or bad idea - that’s the new head canon here, I mean „Thursday Morning Wrath“.
Servant Two: C’mon narrator, I have to live with him and I’m starting to positively hate „I will survive“. Whenever something happens that he doesn’t like he starts to hum that song.
Servant One (in the background - humming): „But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong. And I grew strong …“
Servant Two: See … he does this all the time! And he switched to wearing rainbow robes - there is no way to look all mysterious and menacing when you wear a rainbow colored robe with „Christopher Street Day 2013 - Dromund Kaas“ on the back.
Well, that’s life - deal with it! Besides, what are you guys doing here? This story is about Têss and Trasher and not you guys.
Servant One (still humming under his breath): Since Doozzer stopped that other thread we have been hanging around doing nothing and we got pretty bored. You are obviously not afraid of breaking the fourth wall, and you seem to like shenanigans - well, we just thought you might be Ok with it, if we stepped in here from time to time.
Servant Two: Don’t worry - you won’t notice us …. much.
I’m not sure, I’d like to have you guys around, but I haven’t had the chance to ask Doozzer.
Servant Two: Doozzer hasn’t been on for over a year now. Besides, if he doesn’t like how you ‚use’ (Shudder) us, he can come in and hit you over the head with something big and heavy.
Hmm… guess that might work. That aside, why do you shudder at the word ‚use’ ?
Servant Two: Don’t ask - don’t tell.
Notes
Well .... the idea for the story started somewhere else and don't ask me why, but suddenly I had uninvited guests (shouldn't have read Thursday Morning Wrath earlier) and ended up in a totally different place. I really like Doozzers way of storytelling and the characters he created. I hope he isn't too mad about me using some of his adds (those two were just too hilarious). And some of the things he mentioned are just too good to pass up (there might be more than one way of using a lightsaber hilt ....).
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Read all stories, loved all. Unfortunately I'm so far behind on commenting I dare not to try and catch up. I do however love that when you read along on this thread you get all the different emotions ... Love, Hate, FUN (lots of it) and more. Not always everything in the same story, but still all of them entertaining to read. Thanks to the other writers for sharing your ideas, characters and their stories.
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Hi My name is Ta'sk and I am an Alt-oholic.
18 Chars in total on 2 Servers (JKS - 16 and Red Eclipse - 2). Out of those are 9 Lvl 55, 2 more 50ish and the rest anything between 15 and 30 something (There is a lvl 1 as well, I just created for leveling with a friend in the near future).
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On no, how could you write this?
Today is one of those rare days my son is still sleeping at 6 am and instead I am listening to Thorns' ranting.
I am not RANTING.
Yeah, he's not ranting. But he is complaining about how he is going to get eye cancer.
I told him, there's no need to worry since he still will be healing on the right side, where the lightly clad female tank is tanking.
Yes, you absolutely had to piss off Mako.
I won't be talking to you two in the near future.
Hey, that's unfair. I wasn't the one suggesting to persuade the female tank to switch form body type 1 to body type two.
Do you think repeating it will do anything to improve my mood?
See, you did it again!
Maybe it's time to rent my docking permit for the fleet to Ciner again. He is annihilation skilled, let him do the healing!
We've been through this after 1.2.
Has anybody mentioned my name?
No!
Tell Thorns, I will be contracting the Ewok, he's already got a Jawa!
Shut up, my lord!
@frauzet: I'm sorry ... err ... Not
And that part where Mako is pissed off is exactly why Abe married Anyah. She is quite self assured and more than confident in Abe behaving - when not at home. Especially considering the fact, that she is not only a Sabo Heal but knows perfectly well how to poison and kill people - think of it as Human Reverse Engineering.
Yes that's right! If I would find out my hubby is cheating around ... well lets just say that the Lethality tree might not be that hard hitting but still deadly ... and agonizing ... did I mention deadly?
Of course I wouldn't fool around my dear!
/whisper Narrator: I hope you never told her about those [Flirt] options I choose whenever the opportunity arose?
/whisper Abe: Nope, your secret is safe with me ... for now. And don't you have those new dailies to do?
/whisper Narrator: Bugger ... Yeah.
Honey, love ya - gotta run and do some Dailies, see you tonight
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Prompt: Lurkers (Write whatever comes to mind)
Title: Violence of Action
Class: Sith Inquisitor / Assassin (Ta'sk)
Spoilers / Notes: None / Lots of Violence
Words: 1000 or so
Running up with Force Speed, Ta’sk thrusts his double bladed lightsaber into one unaware and unprepared sentry while simultaneously shocking the second. Whirling on the spot he decapitates both with ease. „Two down - only too many left“.
His recent actions triggered the alarm and he can already hear the pounding feet of the other sentries detailed to the entrance. And slower but no less sinister, the rhythmic, metallic clanking of droid feet. The first sentries round the corner, weapons at the ready - but he is faster. He calls again on the force for speed and heightened agility. Closing the distance in less than a heartbeat he unleashes a flurry of attacks. To the outside it looks like pure chaos, but it’s a well choreographed dance - fueled and guided by the dark side. His anger, the fear and panic of the sentries, meld into a stream of unmitigated fury building within him. First he goes for the arms, legs and weapons. His goal - to incapacitate and render them immobile and defenseless. Feeling the pain and seeing their comrades hacked into pieces transforms their fear into boundless panic which in turn fuels his fury even more. His movements become faster and faster, his actions transcend into a deadly blur leaving decapitated and dismembered corpses in his wake. He alternates between the slow and painful death using force lighting and the quick and merciful death of a swift lightsaber stroke. The occasional blaster bolt is reflected toward the originator - usually followed by force lighting, to demonstrate what happens when you oppose a Darth. The vicious fight takes less than a few minutes but for the participants it stretches into hours. Ta’sk gives himself completely to the dark side and looses himself in the fight. Out of the chaos of death and mayhem only a few moments surface to his conscious thought. One of them the moment when his lightsaber penetrates the stomach of a burly sentry who either lost or forgot his helmet and he can see the feelings and emotions racing each other over his face. First anger, followed by surprise and then the slow realization of impending death coupled with excruciating pain, ending in the distorted mask of a violent death when he extricated his lightsaber to continue the fight.
At last, there is silence. The last scream cut short by his lightsaber, but the silence isn’t complete as the sound of metal on metal is louder than before and suddenly two very large, very deadly imperial assault droids round the corner and unlike their human counterparts begin attacking without the slightest hesitation and with military precision. This barrage of blaster bolts and rockets puts him on the defensive for a few moments, leaving survival as his only goal. The previous short, but violent fight has taken a lot out of him and he would really need a few moments to seethe in peace.
„Err … narrator? Mind if I do a quick vanish and replenish both my HP and Force bar? Both are getting awfully low and considering that you didn’t even take out Talos to keep me alive - how bout some leniency here? Besides, as far as I recall, I’m Light V … do you think this excessive and graphic violence is fitting to my character?“
„Sorry, no can do.“
„No can do? Huh ?“
„Look, the last stories I wrote have been all fluffy ones and you know - all about people talking and such. I thought it would be time to do some action. Aside from that, even tho you are Light V - you are still a Sith Lord and an assassin to boot. Not to mention all the sentient beings you had and still have to kill to complete those achievements and/or quests. Oh and in regard to your low health … heck, you are a tank and should by now be accustomed to living on the 10% HP edge of life. Now suck it up and get back into the fight! Besides you still have all your Def CDs available - have yet to see one of them used in this fight“
„You know, we didn’t just break the 4th wall - we eradicated it and then step danced on the remains, but who I am to complain.“
„Yes - now quit stalling and get back to the fight or I’ll change your hulking body type three to four and color everything, including your lightsaber, in pink! Though I might do it anyway - when I think about the terror from beyond seeing you and that other fat pink twilek tank together - he might actually die of laughter.“
Grumbling, Ta’sk lights his lightsaber and draws on the force - getting back into the fight. Unleashing his rage he jumps and on landing punches the floor and sends out a sonic shockwave - kicking both droids away and apart from each other. Before one of them can adjust to the situation he whirls him with the force, leaving him helpless for a few precious moments. A quick sprint gets him close to the second droid where he slashes low, followed by a stab with his lightsaber to its central core. The other droid is back on its feet and Ta’sk immediately electrocutes him, buying a few more seconds before he has to face two droids instead of one. „Time is a wasting, as my father would say“ With this in mind he continues to dismantle the droid before him with both his lightsaber and the force. A final discharge of his saber takes care of droid no. one.
„One down, one to go - and I’m still alive“. This happy thought propels him to the second and (hopefully) last droid. Before engaging the again active droid, Ta’sk overloads his saber. The resulting powerful discharge energizes him and through the focus of the pain he has to endure he even restores some HP. Now seriously pi**ed off, he calls on all of his skills and his knowledge of the force, and lets loose a torrent of both force and non-force attacks. This overwhelms the droids defenses and within the blink of an eye all that’s left of it - is a smoking heap of metal and sparking parts.
Utterly drained and tired beyond imagination, Ta’sk steps to the side to seethe … in peace.
„Did I mention this was just the entrance of a two story instance? Oh and the bonus says here … ‚Eliminate 90 Soldiers and Droids‘.“
„Even if I end up a fat, pink and hilarious assassin tank - I. Don’t. Care! I’m tired as hell and I want my lunchbreak!“
Notes
Ever thought about how your gameplay might look from the perspective of one of your characters? Or what if the character in question had to content with emotions and human limitations like exhaustion while fighting through hordes of NPCs?
Comments
@YoshiRaphElan: Nice one, especially this line "Uh-oh, he thought. Just found Blizz a mate."
@DarthSillyMonkey: Love you character development of Mako! Curious how the story continues.
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Now, I like reading the stories here, but this rapid turnout by all the authors kinda makes it hard on commenting. Not to mention the fact that I'm lazy as hell. So in short, loved the stories since my last posting - especially from Adwynyth. Your stories regularly bring a smile and more to my face (fortunately I got my own office).
Prompt: Out of the Limelight
Title: All I wanted ... were some eggs and apples
Class: Trasher (SW)
Timeline: After Makeb
Spoilers: Minor ... Sith Warrior 3rd Act
Words: 1300 (or so)
A lovely sunday on Dromund Kaas. Inside the Shadowwalker Estate/Fortress near Kaas City.
„Honeybuns, please run over to the Emperors Mart and get us some apples and eggs. I’m in the mood for baking and besides our grandson Ta’sk just called and asked if I would make one for his next raid on tuesday. And by now, you should know that I just can’t refuse any wishes from our grandchildren.“
„C’mon Te’la, it is sunday and the NASPOD races are on in one hour. Can’t you send Khem Val or Talos? After all, Talos is a member of the imperial reclamation service! The food is (hopefully) not thousands of years old, but he should still be able to complete this simple task. Oh, and did I mention that I’m the Emperors WRATH! It is beneath me to go grocery shopping!“
Getting slowly aggravated, Te’la looks around the corner from the kitchen and sends a stream of force lightning at Trasher, her - usually - beloved husband. Unprepared for this attack, Trasher has no way of defending himself and gets electrocuted …. a bit.
„Sweetcakes, Khem Val is currently building some Level 50 Color Crystals and Talos is out on a Treasure Hunt Mission for Gemstones. Oh and before you ask, Andronikos, Ashara and Xalek are busy too and you don’t want to send HK-51 - remember last time he was unsupervised? So, get your lazy a** up Mr. Emperors Wrath and get me eggs and apples … NOW!“
Grumbling, Trasher puts the case of Tall Moff Stout back into the fridge, picks up his lightsaber and shield generator as well as Te’la’s grocery bag and heads out the door, all the while mumbling under his breath - „Just wish I still had Vette’s Shock Collar lying around, you’d feel just like back in the days … honeybuns!“.
At that, Te’la is peeking out from the kitchen again, her hands already sparkling blue „Said anything dear?“
„Nope! I’m on my way“ the retreating Trasher manages to say before hurriedly closing the door - from the outside.
Inside the Emperors Mart, the number of customers is rather low, due to it being a lovely SUNDAY. While internally discussing which sort of apple to take, Trasher’s view is suddenly obstructed by a rather large microphone and out of the corner of his eyes he can see a guy with a holocamera on his shoulders. The hand holding the micro belongs to a nice looking human blonde, whose as soon as she noticed his attention, barrages him with a stream of questions.
„Ladies, Gentlemen and Sentient Beings, this is Vicky Vale for Dromund Kaas Network News (DKNN - the narrator) and we are now live with Lord Trasher at the Emperors Mart. My Lord, you’ve been the Emperors Wrath for a number of months now, after slaying Darth Baras right in front of the Dark Council (and your wife), followed by the conquest of Ilum and Makeb. Now that you accomplished all that, what are your next plans? On a more social note, while you are married now for some time to the Dark Council member Darth Te’la, there are rumors that this marriage isn’t a happy one and might dissolve in the near future. Incidentally, there have been numerous photos and reports of you leaving various casinos on Nar Shaddaa as well as cantinas all over the known universe with a small blue twilek and a (very aggressive) human female on your arms. Usually in the early morning hours. Care to explain that? And last but not least, there are further rumors that you intend to return to PVP and rejoin the ‚Kaas Yozuks’, your former Huttball Team of mixed fame. Considering your successes or better, the lack thereof, do you really think this a good idea?
„Err …. WHAT?!? … Who told you that and again … WHAT ?!?“ Is all Trasher can splutter out. While he tries to get a grip on the situation he sees a familiar face standing in the background, watching him intently and with a big smirk on his face. Trasher’s face becomes a mask of rage while the only thought inside his head flashing is „Malavai Quinn, you conniving, backstabbing, degenerate son of a Kl’or Slug. You are going to pay for this“. After mentally counting to ten, Trasher outwardly relaxes visibly which in turn lets the reporter and her cameraman relax, because up until that moment they saw themselves potentially hanging around being force choked.
„Mrs. Vale, if I address your questions with more than just a ‚No Comment‘, will you let me get back to my shopping and the remainder of my free sunday?“
„Actually I had …“ Trasher briefly concentrates and squeezes her windpipe just a tiny bit. „… Of course my Lord“
„Wonderful, now for your questions. So far no special plans aside from the occasional raid or flashpoint. My marriage is still quite happy and we are both deeply in love, actually I’m on an errand for my wife here. The Twilek and Human female both work for me, and whenever we are seen together it just means I’m on some quest or other. As for PVP, well I’ might do the occasional game and by being a Juggernaut I’m rather well equipped for Huttball, but I’ve never really liked that part of the game and will therefore stick with PVE instead. Therefore the short answer to that question is ‚No‘, I won’t rejoin the ‚Kass Yozuks’.“ Trasher’s mood and facial expression switches to menacing „So I believe I’ve covered all of your questions extensive enough and I suppose you have important business to attend to - somewhere else and far far away“.
The reporter and cameraman exchange a glance and considering Trasher’s menacing demeanor, decide unequivocal that - Yes, they have to be somewhere else, RIGHT NOW!
After both have left, Trasher looks around for Quinn and finds him nearby among the baby powder and diapers. Obviously he came to the mart to watch the humiliation of Trasher and gloat over it afterwards (maybe even use the opportunity and buy some Correlian Brandy for his private gloat&victory party). Unfortunately for him, his not-so-brilliant plan backfired, because Trasher not only managed to deal with the reporter but saw him lurking in the background as well.
„Quinn, you are disappointing me … again. Frankly, I always knew and even expected further attempts on stabbing me in the back, both figurative and literal - but … this?“ Trasher asks incredulously.
„Well my Lord, looks like I should have planned this better.“ a squirming Quinn answers.
„That’s a Fact! And since it looks to me, that you like physical torture a bit too much, I have to find a different way of taking disciplinary action with you. For starters you will be send on slicing missions until you dream of Thermal Regulators. Furthermore I’ll let Vette terrorize you (calling you pet names for example) for at least one month and Pierce will reorganize your pedantically ordered extensive holovid collection according to his very own system - chaos. Maybe I even let him use explosives for his reorganization. On top of that you will fleece Broonmarks fur - twice daily - for a whole month. Oh and by the way, if you deviate from your expected good behavior even once till the end of the year … I’ll call in Talos Drellik and let him educated you on the encyclopedic rules and regulations of the imperial reclamation service - including tests and quizzes.“ Now Trasher is actually grinning evilly. „Got all that?“
„Yes my Lord … Vette will continue to annoy me, Pierce will destroy my life’s work, I’ll have to shower twice daily in fleece retardant and may possibly die of agonizing boredom - got it“.
„Wonderful, now get out of my sight and while at it - do a rich yield slicing mission!“
A broken looking Quinn slowly shuffles off to the exit and a long string of slicing missions, while Trasher can finally get that shopping done and may even be home in time for half of today’s NASPOD race.
Notes:
This weeks prompt got me thinking, what would happen if you are immensely powerful and worldwide known, but you still want to live a normal life. And what if somebody wanted to take advantage of that situation to further his own goals? Especially someone like the no goodnik Quinn
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Thanks again to everybody for the warm welcome!
@Frauzet: I'll see what Ta'sk can do
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Character: Imperial side of the Shadowwalker family (so basically all Imperial classes)
Prompt: None (weird idea while being out in the sun at the lake)
Notes: Minor spoilers (I think)
While lying in the sun at the lake today, a weird idea crept up on me and bit me in the a**. What would happen if the Shadowwalker family (the Imperial Side) would spend XMas together? The following story is the run-up to such an event. And I'm really curious as to how it would pan out - if such an event would happen.
„Do you really think this is a good idea Abe?“ the agitated Mako nearly screams at him.
„Mako, I don’t have much choice. It’s christmas and my parents-in-law are kinda old fashioned in that regard - they insist on having the whole family together on christmas eve. It is sort of stressful sometimes, especially considering the characters belonging to the family, but so far nobody was force choked or shot to death. You gotta look on the bright side here“.
„Still, I don’t get why none of your companions are allowed to tag along. You could do me a favor and at least take Skadge or Blizz so you have someone to tank for you. This would definitely increase your chance for survival - should it come to a fight.“
„No can do Mako. None of the family members is allowed to bring his companions, especially not after DS Jaessa nearly killed Gault and Andronikos because she thought they looked funny at her. Look, my wife Anyah will be there and she is one hell of a Saboteur Heal and quite capable to keep me alive or at least resurrect me. Ta’sk, our son, will be there too and he can tank if needed. Well as long as his Assassin tendencies don’t get the better of him and he vanishes and hides somewhere. Besides, even tho my Mother-in-law Te’la sits on the Dark Council and is Dark V, and my Father-in-law Trasher is the Emperors Wrath and Dark V as well, both have abstained (mostly) from trying to kill me after I married Anyah. Do you remember when I told you about the heated discussion Anyah had with her parents after the wedding?“
„Yeah, didn’t she threaten to send in her companions - you know, crazy AI SCORPIO and equally crazy and ruthless Kaliyo, not to mention the other three weirdos - if they would continue to try killing the man she loved more than everything else?“
„Yes, exactly. Since then the relationship between me and my parents-in-law definitely took a turn to the better. For example, when not trying to roast me with force lighting, Te’la makes one hell of a mean Apple Pie.“
„Yup, I love that one … maybe you could bring one or three with you after your vacation? But I’m digressing, the whole situation is still dangerous for you!“
„Nah, don’t worry. Hey, I even started to watch NASPOD races with Trasher on sundays during season. And he only force chokes me when his favorite driver is losing again, so all in all, everything is alright.“
„And what about the rest of the family? Archer the Sniper and his wife Tess who just got the Trainee position as Emperors wrath? I suppose they bring their kids Tai’Jin and Alisha with them as well?“
„Of course, but no worries. Even tho Anyah and Archer are the archetypal siblings, when it comes to family gatherings they stick together and keep everything on an even keel. And the kids are really nice, -they are a laugh a minute. Especially since Tai’Jin started to troll Darth Baras, he can tell hilarious stories … and Alisha got a flamethrower and thermaldetonators for her last birthday. Since then she is always off, incinerating something (someone) or other“
„I still don’t like being left behind“ pouts Mako.
„As I said - that is something you gotta live with when it’s time for the Shadowwalker family reunion on christmas“
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@Adwynyth & Lesaberisa : Thanks for the heads up and warm welcome to both of you and I'm equally glad you liked the story. That would make at least three (including me)
I just started writing (and in a second language to boot) and I'm still trying to find my own style. Not to mention my recalcitrant characters who are still a bit evasive when it comes to playing with them.
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First time on this thread and just now I realized that I picked the wrong prompt. I promise, next week I'll pick the right one.
Prompt: Catching Up
Character: Abe (BH), A'Jay (Trooper), Companions
Class: Bounty Hunter
Spoilers: None I'd say ...
Early Evening in the Slippery Slopes Cantina on Nar Shaddaa. The „day“ crowd slowly starts to thin out and the „night“ people have yet to show up. Still busy enough for people not to stand out and that’s something Abe is counting on while waiting for a potential customer to show up. Close by and supposed to cover his back, is Gault - sitting on a table not to far away and nursing his alcohol free drink as well as his headache from hell. Why alcohol free you ask dear reader ? Well, lets just say there used to be a case of Ithorian Mist lying around in the cargo hold of the „Tough Luck“ - Abe’s ship, that is, until last night and the party after finally completing chapter three.
Anyway, both are sitting - more or less alert - at their tables when suddenly a very large shadow falls onto Abe’s table. While looking up from his glass, the details of a very large and very armored guy slowly come into focus. It looks like heavy Republic Trooper Armor, adorned on the Breast with an unfamiliar unit insignia and obviously (due to the visible scratches and marks) well worn. Before he can react in any way, the big hunk of man-metal sits down opposite him, closely followed by a Cathar in similar armor with an Assault Cannon strapped to his back and a scowl on his face, who - due to the sheer mass of the other guy wasn’t visible until now.
„Hello Abe.“
„And who might you be? Besides being so large you might have moons orbiting you and armored like a tank“
„Well, I’m A’Jay, current Commanding Officer of Havoc Squad and as far as those moons go, I left them at home, they get quite annoying after a time.“
„Hmm … mind telling me what the CO of the premier Republic SpecOps unit is doing here, sitting with the former No. 1 on the Republics Most Wanted list - you didn’t by any chance just watch HEAT (the movie not the bad tv series - the narrator) on the Holo - or did you?“
„I don’t have the faintest idea what you are talking about. However I thought it would be a good idea to get a closer look at you, I might have to hunt you down in the future - once on the Most Wanted list, could happen again. Oh and you can call you sorry excuse for a backup over here.
„I won’t even guess why you think that guy belongs to me, but unfortunately you are right and while you are here, my business won’t happen anyway - so why not? Gault, join us“
On cue, Gault slowly moves from his table to where Abe is sitting, his drink in one hand and the other out and open - living and walking display of innocence. At least unless you count the Sniper Rifle strapped to his back.
After staring at Abe silently for a minute with a rather thoughtful look, A’Jay suddenly seems to get rather uncomfortable and Abe gets the feeling something meaningful just occurred to A’Jay.
„Ok pal - spit it out. Right now you look like you swallowed one of the hairballs from your fuzzy friend there and let me tell ya, this is a rather unbecoming look on you.“
„Well, it just dawned on me - I know you. And the problem is, you might not really like why I know - so please understand my hesitation in - spilling the beans - so to speak. When I saw holos of you, during briefings while you were the No. 1 it didn’t made click, but just now it did.“
„Now you made me real curious. And since I like a good nights sleep just like everybody else, I’ll promise that I will behave myself, regardless of what you tell me. Deal?“
„Since I know that you once were an Officer and a man of your word, I’ll trust that you will make good on your promise. I would be curious now why I know that Abe, the Mercenary, used to be an Officer in the Imperial Army?“
„Yes, you could very well say that …“
„The reason is actually quite simple, I thought I killed you on Balmorra!“
„You WHAT?!?“ spluttered Abe.
„Long Story short, a few years ago while I was still a Private and some time before I was selected for Havoc Squad, I was part of a regular Republic Army unit on Balmorra. And at one time we got the mission of ambushing a previously highly successful imperial recon platoon. We got a lot of detailed information and knew exactly where you were supposed to be on that day. The ambush we planned came of without a hitch and within less than a minute we eradicated the whole platoon, or so we thought. We didn’t hang around after the smoke cleared and didn’t check all the bodies, but simply assumed everybody was dead. I was one of the marksmen in my Platoon and still remember the look of the Officer in Command, I saw through my sight, before I shot him. With all your cyber implants it wasn’t so clear on the holo but now while sitting opposite you …“
„Wow … actually I’m kinda speechless right now, mind if you give me a minute here?“
Suddenly the until now silent Cathar pipes up „Gault, do I know you?“
„Me, nah - I’m just a nobody, but we Devaronians all look alike to other races, so I hear that alot“
„No, it’s not that - and by being a cathar I know that look alike thing better than anyone, but you strongly remind me of someone else who is supposed to be dead. Actually you really look like Tyresius Lokai, the only difference is the broken horn you got … aside from that …“
„Err … I think … err … Abe, there is this thing on our ship I was supposed to help Skadge with, and it’s getting late, I better get going or he does this thing that you don’t like and …. cya all later“ says Gault while standing up and scurrying out of the cantina
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Finally found the nerve to post something ...
Title: Don't Stop Believing
Author: OneShotTC
Link: http://www.swtor.com/community/showthread.php?t=667097
Class: Bounty Hunter (Mercenary) with probably most if not all other classes tossed in and stirred for good measure.
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After the Introduction which might extend a bit still (I'm not really sure 'bout that) we jump right into chapter one - lets see where it will take us (I'm as curious as you guys).
Inside one of the guest rooms in the Cantina on Hutta. The room looks and feels like it has the size of a closet and is only sparsely furnished, still there is everything you might need like a bed and a refresher in it.
Abe is sitting on his bed, cleaning his gun and checking his equipment. His well build Body Type 2 , 6’2“ ft frame is clad in Durasteel and Leather Armor. The constant 3 o’clock shadow on his face is only barely covering the small scar on his chin (he got that as a teenager while playing with a whip) and his piercing green eyes are intently focused on the task at hand. Even tho his time in the military is long over, he still prefers to wear sort of a crew cut, only exception is that the top is a bit longer then the inch back in the days. Besides looking a lot better then long hair and being a lot easier to maintain, it has the advantage of preventing „Helmet Hair“.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door.
„It is open - come in“, but even while he says this, he charges his weapon, and moves slightly to the side, out of the direct line of sight (and fire) to be near cover should the need arise. All of these actions happened without conscious thought, even though the conscious part of his brain already knew who must be on the other side of the door - Mako. The door opened and Mako entered the room, grinning slightly. Closing the door softly, she takes a chair to sit opposite him saying
„Hey Abe - ready to face the music and kick some Hutt butt? We need to get that token or the Great Hunt is over for us before it even begins“.
„I sure am - do you still think you’re up to the fight?“.
„Well, there is only one way to find out, tho to be honest, I am nervous as hell - I have never been in a real fight and I don’t suppose Fa’athras goons will roll over and play dead for us that easily“
„Nope. Rest assured they won’t. Every one of them will have been in a fight before, against the gangs of the other Hutts and while there will be some cannon fodder among them without much experience, expect the majority to be bloodied by many battles. And if the past has proven anything, then its this - the dumb and stupid seldom survive more than one battle. Oh, and did I mention those nasty droids Fa'athra obviously can’t get enough of?“
„Thanks Abe, for all those lovely thoughts to help bring me back crashing to earth - when I was quite happy beforehand“.
„You’re welcome - now let me see your gun and medkit and then it’s off to an afternoon of gore and violence“
„Lovely - gore and violence. Nothing says dangerous sociopath like Mr. Death-from-Above followed by disco dancing on those dead, maimed and very bloody bodies - don’t you think Abe?“
„Do I detect criticism of my behavior, heavily flavored with sarcasm, from you?“
„Me? Criticism and Sarcasm? Heck, I can’t even spell those words … Here, let me try - K - R - I - T - … never mind“
„Yeah - sure (Abe rolls his eyes) … Ok, let’s go!“
They gather their equipment and leave the cantina, taking a speeder taxi right up close to Fa’athra’s palace.
Oh and before I forget it ... I intend to use the "Spoiler Tags" as a Scene Cut ...
On the short way to the entrance they encounter another Questgiver, but Abe is already Level 11 (XP Boost and Double XP Weekend does that to you) and thus walks right past without getting the quest. Just past the entrance the first goons stand in the way and are immediately introduced to Mr. Death-from-Above
„Alright Mako, let the festivities begin - and try to keep me alive - you know how that Cooldown on the Medical Probe increases with each death“.
„Yeah, sure … what do you think I’m doing here? Besides, IF you could keep the aggro of those goons on you I wouldn’t have to heal myself so often and therefore keep you alive more easily!“
„So, now you are telling ME it’s MY fault that I continuously live on the 20% HP edge of life?“
„Well … Yes! Besides, have you ever tried to heal someone on Level 11? No Skills to speak of but I’m still supposed to keep you up to full health while you recklessly shoot everything in sight that’s red - try remembering that you are not playing a marauder! Oh and by the way, keep in mind that I’m the sole romance option for a male Bounty Hunter and you don’t want to p*** me off before you even had the slightest chance of getting some - I can assure you that there are not enough gifts on the entire FLEET to get me to Affection 10000 then.“
„Err … Ok … I’m … err … ssss … I’m … sor … damn! You may have a point there. On a sidenote, please refrain from breaking the 4th wall too often Mako, the narrator tends to look not to happy when that happens and that’s a look I don’t want to see that often, all crossed eyes and such - Ok?
I don’t have such a look Abe, you better take that back or you might end up in a Slave Outfit or something similar.
Yes Sir! You are always right Sir! You wouldn’t ever cross your eyes weirdly and drool at the same time Sir!
Be careful there or you get pink clothes, a pink blaster crystal and I change you to Body Type 4!
Allright! Mind if we get back to the story now … Sir?
Nope, none at all.
Abe mumbles something unintelligible under his breath and starts to walk up the street towards the palace entrance with Mako in his tow.
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I'm not really sure where all of this is going, got some fuzzy ideas but nothing concrete yet. The only thing that's for sure is that the story will loosely trail the BH class story. I might put in some spoilers from the other class stories (except Smuggler - haven't completed that one ... yet). Anyway, all of this is sort of a work in progress. Right now I'm kinda happy with what it looks and reads like, but I am certainly not beyond revisiting it - if and when I deem this necessary.
Somehow I tend to forget how big the business end of a blaster looks when you’re on the wrong side of it. Fortunately for my waning memory I end up on the wrong end more often than not. Like now - for instance. While this big and quite hideous Trandoshan Warrior is pointing that equally big and ugly blaster right at my head and simultaneously brandishing his large vibro sword in the other hand. Ok, he might be p***** off by my previous actions (killing and maiming more than thirty of his buddies - but I really had to, otherwise I wouldn’t have completed the bonus quest) and therefore inclined to revert to violence, but then it might simply be, because he is an ugly Trandoshan who just loves racking up points for the big ole scorekeeper. Who knows.
Which brings me to the question of how did I end up in this predicament in the first place? Well …. lets get back to the beginning - waaayy back (Please be patient with me dear reader - this really helps in understanding my character - or so they say). Where was I …. Yeah, back to the beginning.
* Imagine the screen getting blurry and the colors changing to a sort of sepia or black and white *
After completing the Tulak Hord High School on Dromund Kaas (and boy did we have an ugly mascot for our Huttball Team - a Dasha’ade called Khem Val - ugh) I drifted a bit around being a rebellious teenager before joining the Imperial Army as an Officer Candidate and worked my way up to 2nd Lieutenant and Platoon Leader. I was an excellent Student during Training and continued on in the same manner after completing Basic and Advanced Training. My obvious natural Leadership abilities, as well as Charisma helped me to form my Platoon into a single being and together we completed all missions with exceptional results. Unfortunately, my family had a rather low standing in the Imperial Hierarchy and thus I would never be able to advance farther then Command of a Battalion. Still, I was happy and would have continued on if Balmorra hadn’t had happened.
While being stationed on Balmorra I observed multiple occasions where my superiors (both Imperial and Sith) committed atrocities against civilians and unnecessary cruel actions against Republic Forces. Shooting and killing an enemy where necessary is one thing, but drenching them in acid and letting them die an agonizing death while being slowly dissolved is a complete different thing. Furthermore, the Republic Forces, even when lead by Jedi were equally given to do unnecessary harm. I tried to report the things I saw up the chain of command and thus do the right thing, but nothing ever happened.
And then came my last mission, tho I didn’t know it at the time. My Platoon was ordered on a scouting mission against a Republic stronghold. Unbeknownst to me, my immediate superior wanted to see me dead because of my previous reports. So he placed the information about the impending mission somewhere where SIS just had to find it and the Reps obliged and prepared an ambush. We never saw it coming and were annihilated within a few seconds. I was kinda lucky, because I was only gravely wounded but somehow able to get back behind the Imperial Frontline. While being in a Kolto Tank for weeks and then again after being fitted with Cybernetics I swore to myself to both seek revenge and to get out of the military. Following my period of convalescence I put in my papers and travelled to Balmorra on my own. Lucky me, my former boss seemed to have pissed off some people with lots of money to spend, because I discovered a Bounty (Only Dead) on his head. So I used my training and knowledge of procedures to get in close and one night, I shot the sucker in his own tent and left before anyone was the wiser.
But with my revenge completed I was left without a purpose and since my family was dead (mum died during childbirth and dad after a heart attack during my second year in training) I had no one and no place to go to. Going back to the military wasn’t an option. Switching sides wasn’t one either, so what to do when the only thing you are good at is killing people and breaking things? My recent experience with collecting a Bounty, even tho it was only flavor on the ice cake of my revenge, finally gave me the right idea - become a Bounty Hunter and Mercenary.
That decided I set out to make a name for myself, and a few odd jobs later I got a message from a Bounty Hunter named Braden, inviting me to Hutta, to take part in something called the „Great Hunt“.
* Back to the present - All in Full HD - True Color and DTS HD Master Audio. Life su***, but the sound is great *
So, now I’m here - still looking at that big ugly blaster and the even uglier Trandoshan behind it.
„Hey fella - what do you think - hand that token over and we call it a day?“
„Grr … ugga … tsk tsk“ (This roughly translates into „Screw ya“ - but my Trandoshan is more then rusty and he might have said something else).
Since I really need that token and he really seems like he is not in the mood of handing it over and time is really of the essence (get my ironic repetition of the word „really“), well I’ve always been a fan of shoot first and ask for forgiveness later, so before the last „tsk“ leaves his mouth I shoot (yes - this time the human and not the green lizard shot first) him. Then comes Mr. Death-from-Above, followed by every Skill in the Quickbar till my Heat is off the chart and all thats left is my Autoshot and a dead Trandoshan with a big yellow vertical light coming out of his body. Yay me!
„Alright Mako, let’s get back to Nem’ro - we’re done here“
„Yeah - let’s go. One question tho, why did you have to kill him? When you asked him for the token he politely said he would give it to you, as you are obviously the better one, and if you would want to chill over at the cantina afterwards - maybe even give him a few hints on how to wreak havoc and mayhem … Abe Style?“
„Err … I guess my Trandoshan is rustier then I thought, because all I got was let’s wreak havoc and mayhem - Oops“
„Yeah …. Oops“ (Mako rolls her eyes and turns to leave)
Being the lazy guy that I am (most of the time) I call a Shuttle back to Nem’ro’s Palace.
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Hello Everybody,
after reading a number of fanfics on this forum, I thought it might be worth a try, contributing something. While this is not the first time I've posted something on the net, it is the first time in such a venue (last time was within a close community where not much criticism was expected - and happened). Therefore I'm kinda nervous - but well, as the saying goes "No risk - no fun". Oh and I'd like to mention that English isn't my native language (that would be German), therefore any spelling or grammar errors are the sole fault of all of my english teachers (and Tom Clancy - one of my favourite authors). However I'm glad for any and all responses and reviews and such.
So without further ado ... here comes the story - have fun.
[i'll keep some space for future explanations/corrections/excuses]
DVL Reset?
in General Discussion
Posted
It would be great if Bioware would at least admit that they produced some sort of bug with the DvL Event/5.0 Release and accidentally deleted the achievements. And then instead of comming out and explaining this, we get this BS of this being a design decision - c'mon who do you think buys this story?
And even (and I consider this a very remote possibility) if it was actually a conscentious decision and not an accident, I think this thread not to mention all the other places where this issue was discussed, should make Bioware rethink this idea.
Signed,
one very p*ssed off, long time paying customer.