actually we had that story. it was the day my prepaid time card ran out and i didn't know because i didn't get any obligatory reminder email from bioware to let me know that my digital crack had run out, and I sat on the forums for an afternoon wondering why I couldn't post. At first I thought my account had been suspended or something because the Wrath was way to edgy, but then I went to the account page to look for disciplinary warnings and saw that my subscription had just run dry.

Georg, a little confused here. I understand that armorings from the new tier of operations gear will retain their set bonus when inserted into new pieces. Will armorings from tionese, columi, and rakata pieces all retain set bonus identity when pulled from their shells?

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Life advice from the woman who only dates men she gets into fist fights with.

all we ever do is girls night out on the promenade! my liver can't take it!

what you're describing is a canned scenario vs an unassuming opponent. Low Slash buys you 2 free globals, and depending on how competent your opponent is, 2 free globals can either be nothing special, or an eternity of options. You also fail to take into account that its another great tool to use to make an opponent pop their CC breaker at an inappropriate time- Deception is not a popular assassin build and the likelihood of your opponent knowing that low slash breaks on damage is low. You can bait him into a break on your low slash, then cast into a whirlwind or electrocute for an unbroken CC, and have them at your mercy. its an indispensable tool and a staple of the 'sneaky backstabber' archetype, a time honored tradition for players who have spent years as professional stunlockers in MMOs. The usefulness of Low Slash is beyond reproach.

you don't get a bonus stack of HD from your chain shock. the force economy after stealth isn't worth the talent investment, as a tankasin, stealth isn't relevant to you- you don't gain anything from opening your target out of stealth, you generally don't maul, and you can spike outside of stealth, so you aren't worried about your opener. getting the discount on thrash and shock is regarded by the assassin community to be a better investment.

its all approach really. If you want to be a classic rogue, sneaking around and backstabbing people, then deception assassin is the class for you. If you want to just run into people swinging and chopping them down and aren't particularly worried about how sneaky you are when you get there as long as you're doing damage- marauder.

you're not going to be able to stance-dance on the fly because each swap requires 100 force. you have to make a game plan and stick with it, because there won't be any opportunity to move between dps stance to tank stance or vice versa in a fight. its sad to say, but bioware has taken a pretty dim view of hybrid specs. most of the 1.2 changes we're seeing on other classes, like the ones affecting sorc/sage and trooper/bounty hunter are changes that kill hybrid specs. Assassin didn't get touched this patch, its hard enough to hybridize as it is.

darkness pvp is pretty much a train of disappointment up until you get HD and wither. You need to have wither in the rotation to have that second button that gives you HD stacks, otherwise it takes you an unreasonable amount of time to actually get your purple win gas. I went from having 2 medal games going 'what the hell am i doing wrong?' before I got HD and wither to having unstoppable 9 medal games once the tree came together. As a lowbie its just simply more expedient to play into Maul, go up deception and make your damage output work harder. Its perfectly feasible to hit 3 and 4k crits on a level 25 assassin in the lowbie bracket, rather than struggle through darkness on the way to HD.

there's nothing about shadow that's going to look cool when they start looking like this. http://i.imgur.com/OVkwC.jpg

you should start your rotation with a wither to lower damage, get a shock in there, thrash up some energize procs to taste, pop recklessness and drop a fat shock on the mob, followed by a buff reck lightning. getting 12% of your HP back every rotation isn't just a part of your tanking, its the heart and soul of your tanking. Juggies and powertechs only wish they could do stuff like that. I would know, I've played both. similar story in PVP, just mix in spike, electrocute, and assassinate where appropriate.

he only asked what the best combination is. he didn't stipulate that he prefer not to do inquisitor again until page 2. that being said, the answer to the question is undoubtedly operasin. Stealth tank, stealth healer, 2 dps pets, 2 saps and a droid sap, there's only a handful of heroic 4s you can't do. Its the dream team and it blows **** up.

Oh god I've created a monster. A sexy monster. Is she really going to pick up that guy? That's hot. Of course not. She's running a scam. What do you think her boy-toy is doing in the cantina while she draws a crowd? Girl's a distraction hustler. Sigh. Why do you hate fun?

SUNDAY AFTERNOON LEFT TURN Gentlemen, start your engines! Servant One: The Wrath and company are watching the pod race on the Speed channel. Servant Two: I can't believe she's actually into pod racing. Servant One: Well she does like muscle cars. She always wines about wanting a Dessler Turbo. Servant Two: That's a totally different thing. Pod racing is just watching a bunch of greasy aliens turning left in the middle of nowhere on Tatooine. Servant One: Its more complicated than that. Servant Two: Prove it. Servant One: Well, funny you should mention that... "I can't believe you can actually watch that crap." Vette said. "Its just turning left." "Can you handle that?" Pierce asked, a pleading look on his face. "You shut her up, she's your girlfriend." The Wrath grabbed a fistfull of popcorn and shoved it into her mouth. "He can't." Vette crossed her skinny arms over her skinny chest. "I can't." Pierce repeated her. "She'll cut me off tonight." "I remember when you used to be attractive, Pierce." The Wrath rolled her eyes. "It was sometime back before you were totally p-whipped." Pierce only shrugged. He enjoyed the habit of regular sex. "Change the channel. Why are we watching turning left instead of huttball?" Vette whined. "2 reasons." The Wrath sighed. "1- because the Frogdogs drafted another sith inquisitor. There's 4 of them on the team now, and they're talking about finals this year. Professional huttball is dead to me. I'll watch college huttball instead, next year, when march madness comes back around." "And 2?" Vette asked. "It's more complicated than just turning left. Race drivers are the greatest athletes in the galaxy." The Wrath explained. "Because they turn left or because they willingly get into vehicles that are prone to violent explosion?" Vette sneered. "The second one. Race engines are designed to run at a peak performance- You can't even start them cold. A race engine has to be insulated in a jacket pumped full of hot water in order to be warm enough to even turn over. If you don't keep it firing, it will seize, and then die. But it won't just slow down and stop, no... It doesn't work like that. We're talking about going from 200 miles per hour to suddenly throwing a piston. Catastrophic failure. But that's not all, you see, every other part of the vehicle is also designed to operate at peak performance, which includes, Pierce..." The Wrath lectured. "The brakes." Pierce added. "That's right. Everything has to be a certain temperature, a certain perfect window of performance. If you don't go fast enough, your brakes don't work. You have to speed upin order to slow down. There in lies the challenge." The Wrath concluded. "But that's a Catch 22." Vette observed. "Why would anyone willingly strap themselves into a machine that you had to make go fast in order to stop? Its like a death trap, or a Keanu Reeves action movie." "That's why race drivers have bigger balls than any other athletes." Pierce replied. "Its also why Darth Dayl Errnhard was the greatest Sith Lord to ever live." The Wrath made a respectful gesture. "Isn't that the guy that crashed into a wall and died? What makes him so great?" Vette rolled her eyes. "Because a few decades ago, when Darth Dayl was in his prime, it wasn't enough that a pod racer was a death trap. Back then, tactics like running your opponents into a wall or clipping their bumper to spin them out weren't just considered dirty tricks, they were an accepted part of racing strategy, and nobody raced dirtier than Darth Dayl. They called him the Intimidator." The Wrath shed a single tear. "Are all Sith obsessed with an insane dead race driver or is it just you?" Vette asked. "I dunno, are all twi'leks only good for sex and petty theft?" The Wrath sneered as she turned up the volume to drown Vette out. "My lord, holocall on line one." Quinn's voice piped over the intercom. "Tell 'em to **** off until either Toni Stu'Art wins or Jef Gordyn crashes, whichever comes first." The Wrath shouted. "Wow." Vette said. "Race fans are a polarized and hateful lot." Pierce explained. "You can divide them into two groups- Fans of specific drivers, and f ." "Every year for Sithmas I ask for his still-beating heart. Every year. Number 1 on my list." The Wrath mumbled. "My lord, the call is very urgent." Quinn insisted. "Tell them to leave a voicemail and to callback when its a diplomatic emergency or something." The Wrath shouted. She knew perfectly well how to operate the intercom, she's just profoundly rude. "My lord, it is a diplomatic emergency. Grand Master of the Jedi Order, Satele Shan on line one." Quinn protested. "Dammit." The Wrath sighed. "Pierce, go put the race on in my bedroom and wait." "My lord... I'm with Vette and she's not into sharing..." Pierce protested. "Not for that, dick-for-brains, I need you to yell at me if Dayl Jr. put's Gordyn's candy *** into the wall on turn 3 and makes his daddy proud. If I miss that I'll never live it down." "I'll get it done." Pierce saluted. The Wrath routed the holocall to the main screen. "What do you want? Don't you know the Mos Eisley 500 is on?" The Wrath sneered. "You actually watch that crap? Its just turning left." The grand poobah of all Jedi replied. "Thank you!" Vette cheered. "Shut up you're not helping." The Wrath commanded. "And its way more complicated than that. Why you calling me anyways?" "Because I don't know what you're up too, but I know I don't like it." Shan grimaced. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm watching NASPOD and drinking Padme Blue Ribbon beer. Am I not allowed to white-trash it up on the weekend?" The Wrath sneered. "That's not what this is about and you know it." Shan fired back. "You promised me in the restaurant that you'd drop the politics on this one, and I agreed. Then I find out that Jedi Knight Chris is applying for worker's comp due to some hip injury, and now I'm down a rank 67 battlemaster until he starts walking straight again. You're up to some conniving scheme to seduce and injure my finest warriors to weaken the Republic." "Actually, I've pretty much only been up to abusing my privilege as a Sith Lord to go shopping and sit around drinking boxed wine." The Wrath shrugged. "I guess incapacitating Chris was just a bonus. I had no idea that guy was a battlemaster." "You two-faced ****." Shan spat. "Whoa! Slow down, I'm being honest here- I didn't welch on our deal. Quinn, get in here." The Wrath commanded. "Quinn is my Captain and personal liason to the Imperial Navy." "My lord." Quinn entered and bowed. "Malavai, what have I done to help the imperial war effort in say, the past week." The Wrath asked. "Honestly, my lord?" Quinn gulped. "Well, you can try lying, but give her some credit, she's a Jedi master. She'll know." The Wrath rolled her eyes. "Over the past week you've done absolutely nothing of value to help the war effort, unless you count purchasing a costume to take gross advantage of my crippling uniform fetish as part of the war effort." Quinn replied. "AND I DO." The Wrath concluded. "Dismissed, captain." "You're... Being completely serious." Shan looked confused. "Oh absolutely. He's a totally different man when I put that imperial monkey-suit on." The Wrath grinned. "Oh but you meant the other thing." "I did." Shan nodded. "The rest was a little too much information." "Yea well, that's like a running gag around here." The Wrath shrugged. "So what exactly prompted one of my finest Jedi knights to be sidelined by this pelvic injury then, if it wasn't some kind of Sith plot?" Shan asked. "Well word on the street is that my apprentice Jaesa has a set of kegels that could crush coal into diamonds." The Wrath rolled her eyes. "The Wilsaam girl? Surely you must be joking." Shan cocked her head to the side, disbelief written on her face. "Its the quiet ones you've got to look out for." The Wrath replied. "So are we still on for our little agreement or what?" "As a Jedi I have to seek the truth of this matter. If I find out you've manipulated me some how..." Shan threatened. "...I'll be sitting here watching NASPOD." The Wrath finished and hung up on Shan. "You were certainly more diplomatic with her the first time around. When you were drunk." Vette observed. "The Mos Eisley 500 wasn't on the first time around, and I'm only 2 beers in. Give me a break." The Wrath sneered. She sneered often. "Heaven forbid you miss ten minutes of turning left." Vette rolled her eyes. That happens a lot too. Like turning left. "I can't believe it." The Wrath mumbled. "Can't believe what?" Vette asked. "How absolutely mind-blowing you must be in bed for your boyfriend to put up with you like this while the race is on." The Wrath answered. "Oh hey that reminds me- PIERCE! YOU CAN COME BACK AND WATCH IN THE COMMON AREA NOW, THE RACE IS BACK ON!" "I KNOW!" He shouted back. "BUT MY GIRLFRIEND IS STILL OUT THERE!" *all true. Formula 1 cars.

nah. nobody wants to date a girl with MOOD SWINGS.

Don't you *****es go talking **** about Jaesa like that! She doesn't have mood swings. She's a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets. Wrath calm down, he's just offering constructive criticism. He can construct himself a stick and turn it sideways and sit on it if he's gonna come at my girls like that. I'd half expect that kind of behavior from a hoodrat like Vette, but Jaesa's a classy lady. Oh, so I'm a hoodrat now? When were you not a hoodrat? touche.

I HAVE A DREAM OF BECOMING A GREAT ROMANCE WRITER And if anyone in the clan laughs at it, I'll *********** kill them all with my own bare claws. It didn't take long for Pierce to find his way to the cockpit once the girls were gone. The embarkation ramp dropped, the chatting of the girls faded into the distance, and the ship hummed and clicked with the ambient noise of the hyperdrive cooling down. The Wrath was leaving with her friends again, and there was no one on the ship except for Pierce... And his paramour, Malavai Quinn. "Oh this is gonna get hot." Jaesa said. "Oh my god, do you think they really do that when we have girls night out?" The Wrath asked "I hope they really do that when we have girls night out." Vette nodded. Quinn, stoic and dependable, where he always was, bent over the navigation map plotting the Wrath's next move. He didn't hear Pierce come in, but he never did. Quinn was a slave to his work at times, and when his attention was focused like a laser, everything else disappeared. "No surprise there. Its a shame how long it takes him sometimes to focus that laser on my ******." The Wrath added. "Shut up, I'm still reading." Vette snapped. "They teach slave girls to read now?" The Wrath sneered. "No, they don't, you insensitive jerk. That's why I'm so slow at it." Vette sneered. "Wait. You're being serious." The Wrath replied. "Yea. Keep them dumb. That's the rules." Vette explained. "Oh wow Vette I'm so sorry-" The Wrath apologized. "Shut up and read the story!" Jaesa interjected. Pierce snuck up behind Quinn and put his hands firmly on his shoulders. "Your situational awareness is lacking, captain. Had we been in combat, you'd be at my mercy." Pierce grinned, squeezing the captain's slender shoulders gently. "And what if I didn't mind being at your mercy?" Quinn retorted. Pierce spun him around on his heels and took him into his arms. There was the intimate sound of stubble g****** stubble as the two men grasped each other, a sound like sand paper sc****** that only the two of them could hear. Their lips touched, and Malavai sighed into his chest. "How long will the girls be gone?" Pierce whispered. "Long enough. Longer still if they start drinking." Quinn grinned. "They always do." Pierce smiled. "What the hell! Those two better not be making out in my cockpit when I'm not around!" The Wrath gasped. "Its just a fan fiction, hun. They don't actually do that and you know it." Jaesa rolled her eyes. "Well if they did, I'd want to see it!" The Wrath said. "See what?" Pierce's gruff voice echoed into the medbay where the girls were huddled around Jaesa's monitor reading slash fiction. "SWEENEY TODD!" Vette shouted. "WICKED!" Jaesa followed. "PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!" The Wrath shouted. Pierce mumbled something about 'chick stuff' and immediately lost interest. "Works everytime." The Wrath gave Jaesa a high five. "God only knows what we would do if boyfriends were actually interested in musicals." Vette nodded. "I don't think I could date a man who actually liked theater. How the hell would you get rid of him if you were trying to be sneaky if he liked Rodgers and Hammerstein?" The Wrath shrugged. "Well then." Pierce said, "What are you orders, captain?" Malavai had a devlish glint in his eye. "The lieutenant will stand at attention." "I think he already is." Pierce sighed as Quinn's hands moved down his chest to his abs. "Well then I hope he's ready for parade inspection." Quinn whispered as he moved to his knees. Quinn was a slave to his work at times, and when his attention was focused like a laser, everything else disappeared. "HOT!" Vette squealed. "Who writes this stuff anyways? Its Amazing." The Wrath asked. "EroticProboscis37 is the author's handle on the slash fiction forums." Jaesa contributed. "What a weird name." Vette shrugged. Elsewhere in the ship, Broonmark swirled a glass of fine red wine in a tumbler, reclining in his favorite overstuffed chair. He observed the color and the bouquet before placing his tube-like appendage into the drink to sip. Smooth jazz played gently in the background, and he considered lighting a few candles, but decided against it. No, he thought, I only light the candles when I'm writing. He checked the forums to see the page view count on his latest work. His biggest fan, JayJayJediGrrl had posted her praise and affection again. Broonmark smiled- In so much as an alien with a proboscis could smile. He had an idea of who JayJay was, but he kept it to himself. He wasn't in the mood to share his dreams with anyone. The last time he had, they had laughed and ostracized him, and made him in an outcast. But Broonmark had his dream, and he had his revenge against his clan that scorned it. There was nothing to stop him now from becoming the galaxy's greatest romance writer, and nobody knew it was him.

Story of my life. And how did that comic artist know I walk around the ship naked in the morning?

what!?

Excellent question. Nobody knows what its like to be the Sith girl. We get like no flirt options. I had like no hook-ups on the way to 50, the only man in sight was Malavai, and he was still doing his "duty first" garbage. Oh, and that fat officer on Hoth doesn't count. It's pretty much a tragedy, I know that **** Darth Lachris runs Balmorra and she'll open up her spaceport for pretty much any guy that kills a dozen resistance fighters, and I was like 'What the hell is this garbage? If you're handing out sex for planets, can't you at least keep a couple of those hunky marauder guys on deck for me? I want to get laid for saving planets too, you know.' Lets see though... Hook ups we don't know about... Well, there was this one time I was gambling on tatooine in this crappy cantina, and I was pretty much sc****** the bottle of the barrel against this Devoronian dude, who I'm pretty sure was cheating. Anyways, I bet my vinyl LP of Judas Priest Painkiller, and lost it, and I was like "Look, I can't live without Priest. I'll do anything to get that back." And he was like "Anything?" And I shrugged, because I was like, well... I never did it with a guy that looked like Satan, and that was pretty metal, and he wasn't bad looking and he was kind of funny. I think his name was Tyresius. I would have gone for round 2 because he wasn't bad, but when I woke up he was gone, he left some note about some bounty hunter chasing him and how it would have never worked out anyways, but I was like whatever, got to keep my Priest.

thanks for this. I had assumed that Torment was superior as it was a more popular build, I'm just crap at math so I didn't have the initiative to back it up myself.

I READ THIS AND IT WAS AWESOME. YOU SHOULD TOO. Love, The Wrath.

Anyone whose leveled a tank to 50 knows that the heal pet is largely useless for a tank. Just level up with a DPS companion batting clean up, and you'll kill everything before it has a chance to kill you. It actually gets harder the closer you get to 50 to play with a healer companion because they blow all their cooldowns and then sit there plugging away with their blaster while the mobs beat the hell out of you. Quinn isn't a combat boyfriend- He spent the leveling time chained to a desk doing diplomacy missions. OH AND ITS NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE ON MY SIDE ABOUT MY PRIVATE LIFE FOR ONCE. Excellent question though. There's one important thing that Megadeth has that Metallica doesn't- And that's a video about , which is pretty much about as awesome 80s metal you can get without being Judas Priest. Also, Symphony of Destruction. JUST LIKE THE PIED PI-I-I-I-IPER Oh, and the other thing is Metallica is overrated. Yea, they were the first, I get it. But What the hell do they have going for them after Enter Sandman? Let's be honest with ourselves... For Whom the Bell Tolls ain't that great. Also they never really help their case by BEING *****. Like when they were gung-ho for the record companies when they were dismantling Napster. YOU HEAR THAT METALLICA? I SLICE YOUR ALBUMS ON THE HOLONET AND YOU DON'T GET A DAMN CENT. I SEED LIKE TEN TORRENTS OF YOUR GARBAGE EVERY DAY JUST TO GET CHEAP LIGHT SIDE POINTS. CALL THE S.I.S. AND CRY TO REPUBLIC INTELLIGENCE, I DON'T GIVE A ****! oh, and then they did that garbage where they wrote that album by committee? passing the paper around and everybody writing a line? What the hell is that about? **** Metallica.

I'm actually currently an indecisive hybrid spec that gets all the good low tree talents but doesn't do anything particularly well. I mostly sit in Soresu and taunt people, then tab over to someone low, charge> crit smash> Force Scream. actually being a tank in pvp only really works if you're A: an assassin and B: wearing DPS gear, because tank gear itemization in this game is terrible and the passive defense/shield mechanics work like crap in pvp. I think that's actually the most focused on the actual game we've ever been. More questions about sex and drinking, please.