Oh great. First one out of the pot, and we're already circling the drain. Thanks for nothing, Mr Writer. Quit sandbagging and answer the question. Fine. He actually kind of has a little switch. Normally he's really gentle and sensitive in the bedroom, he does this thing when he's big spoon where he puts his mouth on the back of my neck while he's inside of me, and its like... uh, I probably can't finish that sentence without breaking the forum rules or something. Probably can't. Well its hot. Try it. You have no idea how intense the back of your head is. The soft spots behind your ears, where your jaw meets your neck, he gets in there and its amazing. If your boyfriend is just staring at the back of your head while he's ahem... going to work, make him get in there and touch something. Its mind blowing. Writing that one down. Then, when the lieutenant visits, its like he just cuts the brake lines and goes right into the brick wall. Like full **** star. I think one time I saw his eyes roll up into the back of his head. Costume play does weird things to men, its a force for evil that must be harnessed very carefully. Next Question.

COMING SOON IN WRATH: -More hot boy on boy action -Learn the truth about Servant One and Servant Two's questionable sexuality -Find out where Broonmark has been! BUT FIRST... I need to do Belsavis on Little Sister with my buddy while he gives me the sordid details of his hook-up last night... Believe it ladies, guys gossip too. WHICH BRINGS US TO OUR NEW FEATURE IN THE WRATH STORY Wait, what? THAT'S RIGHT, NEW STUFF. I hate new stuff. WHY? Because it always somehow involves embarrassing details about my sex life, or me being sloppy drunk on tequila. WELL, THE TEQUILA PART IS ALL YOUR FAULT. And I'm pretty sure the weird sex part is all your fault. WELL, IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY SECRETS, THEN YOU COULDN'T BE EMBARRASSED BY THEM! You don't mean... THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS, ITS TIME FOR ASK THE WRATH! Servant One: Questions must be submitted! Servant Two: The Wrath must respond!

your buffs stack in from the left of your portrait, and your debuffs stack in from the right. I agree that its kind of a pain in the *** to see your proc list, especially since most of our buffs are tiny purple men. I find its easier to observe the length of the buff bar rather than actually pay attention to the individual buffs. note the length of your buff bar at the start of the match. assuming you have no other class buffs, its going to be your saber charge and your class buff. 2 squares long. When you shock/wither, harnessed darkness- 3 squares long. when you hit thrash, look for the bar to get longer and more purple- there's going to be another little purple man on your bar if you got your energize proc. When you're familiar with what your buff bar looks like when your procs are up, you dont actually have to read it- you can glance at it and determine from how many icons are on it what you have up.

So I'm 31 points up darkness tree, and I'm debating between stacking my minority tree points in madness for the cookie cutter bonus shock, or deception for the superior stealth and run speed. Currently leaning on madness because its tried and true, but I'm wondering about force efficiency. Which do you gentlemen think grants a superior force return? The 50% bonus regen from Dark Embrace, or the thrash/shock discount on Torment? Over the course of a typical wither>shock>thrash>shock>3 STACKS HRRRNNNG!>reckless lightning, Torment saves the assassin 14 energy off the top. is the off the top discount superior to the regen bonus? Am I thinking about it too hard?

yea, that would have to assume that I wasn't too lazy to fly my own ship. That's a captain boyfriend job.

Ha! I'm so crafty! OOOO-HOOOOOO WOOOO- OOOOOOOH! OOOO-HOOO WOOO- OOOOOOH! Purple rain, purple rain!

LET'S PLAY HUTTBALL! Tell them the winners may eat my translator. Servant One: The Wrath and company were at the Huttball match. Servant Two: Kind of. Servant One: Huh? Servant Two: 3 minute game. Frogdogs scored 6-0 in the first 3 minutes. One of those all-inquisitor teams where the assassins just daisy-chain the ball to the goal line. Servant One: Oh. She is gonna be pissed. They bought box seats for that game. Servant Two: Yep. Servant One: So what's she doing now? Servant Two: Drunk in the parking lot, picking a fight. Servant One: With who? Servant Two: The Frogdogs. Servant One: This won't end well, will it? Servant Two: If you bought box seats to a 3 minute huttball match, you'd be pretty bummed out too. "HEY CLOWN CAR! YEA, I'M TALKIN' TO YOU!" The Wrath shouted. "Excuse me, did you just call me Clown Car?" The Assassin turned around, about to put the keys in his Fury. "YEA THAT'S RIGHT, BRING YOUR WHOLE VILLAGE PEOPLE CREW OVER HERE WITH YOUR LITTLE INDIAN FEATHER HATS, YOU PASTY *** BALL-HOGGING FROGDOG POLE-DANCING DOUBLE SABER STRIPPEROBIC *****. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE DUE ON STAGE DOWN AT CHIPPENDALES, DOES YOUR TRANSVESTITE TAXIDERMIST APPRENTICE DRESS YOU, OR DID BIOWARE DESIGN THAT COSTUME, YOU MARDI-GRAS FLOAT RIDING POST-OP TRANNY?" The Wrath swore, with all the fluent elegance of total alcoholic inebriation. "Actually, Bioware did design my gear, and its all battlemaster, scrub." The assassin returned. "YOU SHOULD HAVE CUSTOM-MODDED A SLAVE DANCER OUTFIT AND WORN THAT TO YOUR JUNIOR PROM INSTEAD, IT WOULD HAVE MADE BOTH YOUR GAY DADS PROUD, YOU COULD FARM UP THE SOCIAL POINTS THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE STALL AT THE KESSEL RUN TRUCKSTOP BATHROOM, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MALE BURLESQUE DANCER." The Wrath slurred. Damn, she is really going off tonight. She's not that drunk. She's just really pissed. Vette, where are you anyways? Under the ship. Just wait. Huh? Just wait. Trust me. Its good. "You got an attitude problem, lady. You looking for a fight? I could make my 1v1 medal off you in a heartbeat." The assassin sneered. "OH YEA, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THAT ON THE ELEVEN OCLOCK HOLONEWS. TOP FROGDOG PLAYER PROVOKED INTO STREET FIGHT AGAINST DRUNK GIRL WITH PINK LIGHTSABER. YEA, I CAN'T WAIT TO FIGHT YOU. HOW IS IT THAT YOU KILL PEOPLE AGAIN? PURPLE LIGHTNING? THAT MUST BE ENTERTAINING. I'D OFFER TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU AFTERWARDS, BUT I DON'T THINK YOU'RE INTO GIRLS. FIGHTING YOU MUST BE LIKE BEING A FAT GROUPIE AT A PRINCE CONCERT- YOU WAIT THROUGH PURPLE RAIN AND WHEN YOU GET TO THE BACKSTAGE HE'S ALREADY LEFT WITH THE HOT GIRL, AND THE ONLY ONE LEFT THAT WANTS YOU IS A ROADIE LOOKING FOR A CHEAP HAND JOB. YOU SHOULD CALL UP QUEEN, I BET THEY COULD USE A PYROTECHNICIAN THAT CAN DO GAY STUFF LIKE SHOOT PURPLE SPARKS OUT HIS ***, YOU HOMOEROTIC HUMAN ROMAN CANDLE." The Wrath swore. Well, we used to be pretty LGBT friendly in this story. Used to be. We still are. Just wait. "My lord, I don't think provoking him into a fight is a wise idea. Assassins specialize in 1v1 combat, and he is well geared." Quinn advised. "He's got a point." Pierce reluctantly agreed. "honk bruuuuuu ruuuuu rrrrrrrrrr urrrrr rrrrrrrrr uuuurrruuurrrrrrr rrrruuuuuuu honk ruuuu." (I find these amateur displays of curmudgeonly pugilisim to be distasteful and barbaric. This horrific bloodsport you call huttball backpedals upon the merits of civilization and degrades us all.) "What did he say?" Jaesa asked. "No idea." Pierce shrugged. "Where's Vette?" Quinn asked. "HEY SHUT UP. THIS GUY'S NEVER FOUGHT ANYBODY IN HIS LIFE. HEY CHIEF SPRINT-PASS, HAVE YOU EVER HAD A PROBLEM YOU COULDN'T BUBBLE OUT OF WITH A COOLDOWN? IT MUST BE NICE TO BE ABLE TO RUN AWAY FROM EVERYTHING EVERY 20 SECONDS. WERE YOU CAPTAIN OF YOUR HIGH SCHOOL TRACK TEAM, OR DID YOU JUST LEARN TO RUN FAST AFTER THE JOCKS TRIED TO GIVE YOU A SWIRLEY WHEN THEY CAUGHT YOU WEARING WOMENS' UNDERWEAR IN THE LOCKER ROOM, YOU FLAMBOYANT CLOSET CASE!" "I don't have to stand here and take abuse from some drunk loser like you. Why don't you learn to play huttball yourself, jerk." The assassin turned, got into his Fury, put up the ramp, and powered up the engines. "Well, at least HE had enough sense to avoid an altercation. That was very sloppy, my lord." Quinn lectured. "Now, where did that miscreant Vette run off too?" "Been here the whole time." Vette replied, lying in a puddle of grease in the space where the assassin's Fury was parked. "Did you get it off?" The Wrath asked. "Piece of cake." Vette grinned. "New record. The panel was right where you said it would be." "Outstanding, get you a case of beer for that one." The Wrath smiled. "My lord I don't understand... You were completely belligerent a minute ago." Quinn exclaimed. "I'm not that drunk. I was just buying time. You see, to get off of Nar Shaddaa from the Hutt Gardens parking lot, you have to take transit lane 1 to Embassy Row, which flies right over the Sith Consulate." The Wrath explained. "And if the Vette set the trigger on that bomb correctly-" "And I did." Vette interjected. "Then the charge will pop the panel off his waste containment compartment and vent garbage and ***** all over the Consulate gardens." The Wrath concluded. "And when they find out who did it... Sith business! Grr! Rargh!" Vette added. "Grr Rargh indeed." The Wrath grinned a grinchy grin. "My lord, I have to say that you're absolutely terrifying when you actually have a plan." Quinn observed. "Its nice to be appreciated." The Wrath shrugged. "Now go find our ride. I forgot where we "

I GET NO RESPECT! This story's about to be short one cute twi'lek.

What do you mean, "Dropping Vette off at school?" I WAS RAISED ON THE STREETS, *****. School of hard knocks with a major in grand theft and a minor in petty crime.

because its a melodramatic anime with a crappy plot where the protagonist is a living tree that spends twice as much time crying into his beer as he does actually shooting people, the insurance girls are a tired gag that runs dry in 2 minutes, the only character that is almost interesting is the guy that carries a cross full of guns around, but he's way too busy whispering ****** one-liners to actually develop as a character, and it makes anime fans obsessed with a rare italian firearm that is no longer manufactured.

Mako is a whiny crybaby even if you're light side. She thinks she loves the job, but she can't actually handle it. Every time you put the gun to somebody's head she loses it. She's by far the most unappreciative companion you have as a bounty hunter, everyone else on your ship is happy to run around smashing heads. I don't like Torian much either, but I'll say this in his defense- He's mellow, easy to get along with, and he doesn't do any of that crybaby garbage when you start a fight. As far as which sex looks better in armor? Well, to be honest, endgame armor is pretty weak looking no matter what. Have you seen the spoiled 1.2 models? Bounty Hunter is (thankfully) the only class that doesn't look like a circus clown had sex with a Tool video, and its still not that great. One of the sad parts of this game is that you look way cooler in the gear you wore to 50 than the gear you'll get at 50.

MY SISTER DID WHAT? Oh come on, Wrath. He's handsome, swashbuckling, a space pirate... did you really think she wouldn't? Really it was only a matter of time. And then there was Alderaan with that Sith in house Thul that looked like the Old Spice guy, you know she got with him too. Inquisitor gets a hot black guy on alderaan for their class story? All I got was Jaesa's parents! And what the hell is her deal anyways, I thought she was classier than that! What do you want me to say? She's YOUR sister. She just has a weakness for those half-n-half caramel colored boys is all. That's her thing. I suppose I should be thankful that nobody in my family is an Imperial Agent. Well, you know your mom is dating that Chiss guy right? Its going pretty well. You might end up having a blue stepbrother or stepsister. No. I refuse to believe that. Mom is a lying drunk and she cheats at cards, pod racing, and men. Her affair with the Chiss guy won't last. I never understand why you don't get along with your mother. Every woman I know can't get along with her mother. Is this a girl thing? All boys are momma's boys. Oh give me a break- She gave me up to the academy when I was 6, sold my youngest sister to slavers to finance a binge at the Nebula casino on Nar Shaddaa, and the only daughter she did raise grew up to be PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER 1, the most wanted woman in republic space. My issues with my mother are entirely legitimate. I'm the most morally upright person in the whole family, and I choke people- WITH MY BRAIN. So when do you think we're going to meet her? If you ever write my mom into the story I will leap through the 4th wall and strangle you. Literally strangle you. I will have the pleasure of squeezing the life from your throat with my own two hands. Well, I suppose that suggestion is off the table. Wait, are we doing SUGGESTIONS AGAIN? We are. Dammit. That's right folks- We did it once a few pages ago, and its time to do it again- Although this time, we're 10,000 pageviews later! So I want to hear really good suggestions this time. The best one, as judged by me- AND ME -actually you don't get a say in the matter- DAMMIT -Will get written into a future Wrath story. Now, remember the rules- It can be any everyday, mundane tasks. Last time, we had grocery shopping, so grocery shopping is off the table. It can be doing laundry, taking a shower, cooking dinner, shopping, going to the DMV, helping your little sister with her homework. My little sister has homework? No not really. She's an assassin. Her homework is running around the galaxy collecting force ghosts. Its kind of like in Dune Messiah, when Paul's sister starts getting all weird with Baron Harkonnen in the back of her head. I don't think they're going to get a Dune reference. THAT'S THEIR PROBLEM FOR NOT READING GOOD SCIENCE FICTION. Actually all of the prequel books and most of the sequels are kind of mediocre. Dune is the only real standout hit. That whole series gets kind of weird when it eventually ends up being 10,000 years long. I can think of another series that has thousands of years of history that only really had one good moment. Oh yea? What moment was that? EMPIRE STRIKES BACK. Harsh, but true. Well, you've heard it people- Them's the rules! Any mundane, boring, everyday task. Best one becomes a Wrath story. LETS SEE SOME POSTS.

1) This might hurt some people's feelings, but I have to say it- Don't be a fan fiction writer. Be a writer. When you come up with something that's better than the established rules, break them and run with it. Being a fan fiction writer should be a weekend hobby or a bad habit. Being a WRITER is potentially a career. Once upon a time, there was this guy named R.A. Salvatore. You probably know him, he's one of the most successful fantasy writers alive. He invented this character named Drizzt Do'Urden, who for a generation of geeks, went on to become the most popular character in fantasy fiction. What did Drizzt do that set him apart? Well, Salvatore just decided on day that he was going to write about the one GOOD DROW in a civilization full of EVIL JERKS. That was against the rules. You weren't supposed to have good drow. Drow were supposed to be evil mooks that mid-level adventurers fought. But Salvatore woke up one morning and he said, "You know what, I've got an idea that's better than the rules. I'm going to call up the Forgotten Realms, and take a big steaming dookie in their collective bowl of breakfast cereal." And then he did. And then it made his career. Even though Drizzt is a crappy character, and RA Salvatore is a mediocre writer. 2) Combat and sex aren't actually different- What you're describing is semantics. The fact of the matter is, and I know from the mountain of literotica I've written that I will never link to on this forum, is that you're really only interested in the sex that you're having. Take this is a challenge- try to write sex. Not the foreplay, but just the actual act of 2 people engaging in coitus. Without foreplay, without emotion, without all the drama and tension, it is literally just 2 fleshy bumper cars running into each other. the actual act of sex isn't magical at all, its just a part of nature. Write, it then read it back to yourself. Sex is exactly like combat in that in the moment where the bullet hits the squishy thing, its better to let your reader fill in the blanks from their own experience, rather than illustrate INSERT TAB A INTO SLOT B. 3) in regards to armor, don't worry so much about that- There isn't any perfect armor in the world. A 7.62mm rifle round (AK-47) will still penetrate most contemporary military body armor from inside a specific distance, and even then, a bullet doesn't actually have to penetrate body armor to potentially kill a person. Its a circumstance called the 40mm condition. If the impact of a high velocity projectile against a human body applies enough pressure to say, depress your flesh 40mm, even without penetrating your skin, that impact will still cause enough trauma to cause lethal damage to your internal organs. Take your thumb and push it into your belly, try to push your thumb in up to the knuckle where it meets your hand. its probably going to hurt. you probably can't actually do it. Imagine now that you can push your thumb into your belly with enough force to compare it to a speeding bullet. (600 feet per second for a pistol shot from a .38 revolver, 2 or 3 times that for a rifle, depending on caliber) It doesn't actually have to break your skin. If you could push your thumb into your belly at the speed of a bullet, you could potentially kill yourself from that trauma. In medieval times, full plate armor eventually fell out of favor because it wasn't worth the effort of manufacturing and walking around in, once people realized how to defeat it with piercing weapons, bludgeons, or pistol shots. Dutch burgers used to kick the crap out of their unruly neighbors who thought they were better than the dutch because they wore fancy armor. They'd put a spike on the end of a stick, call it a Goedendag and then just ram that sucker right through a breastplate and into some jerk's guts if they thought he was french. What people who don't have a basic knowledge of military technology don't understand (or watch too many action movies) is that body armor is not a magic plot item that makes you impervious to bullets, or in the case of star wars, lasers. Direct hits are always traumatic, even if they aren't lethal. The purpose of military body armor isn't to make you invulnerable, its to make sure that a bullet only travels 2 inches into your chest cavity, instead of 6 or 8 all the way through. (which is fine in Star Wars, because we have magical test tubes full of blue kool-aid that can theoretically regenerate any wound.) So when you write armor, any attack that doesn't kill the armor wearer has to glance off a shoulder or a plate to be reasonable, or be a slashing attack, like from a sword or knife. bludgeons traumatize you whether you're wearing armor or not, and piercing attacks will still punch through provided the angle and amount of force are correct. The way weapons are designed is not an accident- most weapons are designed to defeat a specific defensive tactic. wearing armor isn't a license to not use cover, its meant to keep fatal wounds from becoming instant fatalities.

i think a better idea would be moving the design philosophy of AP, which focuses on mobility, economy and instant attacks, away from a high-cost attack that requires that you stand still and channel. its a serious split-personality issue.

there seems to be a serious logical flaw in the argument in this thread, and that's taking the team into account. If you're solo queuing, pyro is obviously superior. When you solo queue you have to assume that your team is largely incapable of performing and watch out for yourself. Pyro is great for this- You'll burn down everyone and get your 2.5, 1v1, KB and 75k medal, win or lose. You'll get even more than that if you actually remember to taunt. If you're queuing with a team, and you should be if you think you're a serious PVPer, then yes... Pyrotech is still good. Its a great damage spec by the measure of any class, and probably will continue to be a great damage spec into 1.2, when we get rated warzones and we start finding out how much teamwork actually matters. But that is where IronFist shines. If you're queuing with a team, being IronFist counts for a lot. Its not a question of damage, its about how much beer you're bringing to the party. If you're going to solo queue into 1.2, then sticking to pyro is a pretty good bet. If you're actually interested in team/rated play, then Iron Fist gives you the potential to be the best defender on your team, which is not something a lot of other classes can say very convincingly. After all, if you're a pyro, you're still competing for that roster slot with snipers, tracer missiles, and marauders... and you have to like marauder, he's gonna speed buff the whole team.

AP in the current game is underwhelming. Its the girl next door you get along with and you grow up with and has all the same tastes as you, and you'd probably be a pretty good couple, but she'd have to lose 20 or 30 pounds for you to actually want to date her. Right now AP is all romance and no action, it doesn't invite you in after the date, it kisses you goodnight and hopes you call next friday, but next friday, you'll call pyro- because the hot redhead puts out. AP gives you free rails, maneuverability, makes heat disappear, and has an arguably attractive hot sister at the top of the tree in the form of immolate, but over all, it isn't giving you everything you need. You aren't popping rails constantly like prototype particle accelerator does. You aren't snaring at all (which is what's getting fixed in 1.2) and nothing is getting any situational bonus damage- you can't have 30 yard rails. You have to get into melee to apply your dot to light your railshot, which, while generally not a problem as powertech performs fine in melee, can be limiting. added to the fact that most of the benefit of AP is low tree. HO, heat sinks, grapple cooldown, RB, its all low tree. Your mid tree consists of making RB less mediocre (Hopefully improved by 1.2 adding procs to the dot ticks) and the high tree is a bunch of heat mitigators- that you don't really need, because you're venting 8 every 6. The shining star of the high tree is the 20% damage reduction that you get for being spam-CCed, but you have to wonder, before 1.2, is all the garbage in mid tree worth that? Right now it isn't. The fact of the matter is, you could be setting people on fire and popping free 4k rails instead. Hopefully, 1.2 will get chubby Advanced Proto Brunette to lay off the ice cream and hit the gym, then maybe she'll be able to compete with the girl you really want to get with, scorching hot redhead pyrotech. AP will be a much better date in 1.2, but right now, don't bother calling her. She just doesn't put out.

It will help you screw up melee, if you get a lot of them in it. You need to understand how the game rolls to hit when you press an attack button. If its a weapon attack like a lightsaber or a blaster bolt, it to hit vs your defense. Its enemy hit roll vs your defense roll. So if you have 20% defense and your opponent has 100% accuracy, there's an 80% window in the attacker favor for the hit to land. When you you oil slick them, they lose that hit right off the top- If you're not a tank, it doesn't count for a lot. But if you are a tank, it moves the margin pretty convincingly. Going from an 80% hit window to a 60% hit window can be pretty attractive, especially if you're getting jumped on by melee dps. The weakness is that accuracy and defense are largely irrelevant for magic damage, so all the dots, flamethrowers, lightning, and bleeds are still going to chew you up. only weapon attacks can be mitigated in any fashion by your standard defenses. To get the other stuff to hurt less you need to pop cooldowns and get an inquisitor buff.

I don't think you understand what it means to be an assassin. You're a member of a sacred brotherhood that has existed since the time before Star Wars. Our fraternity was established in the sixties. Perhaps you are unfamiliar with the founders of our great order, Hanna and Barbera? Leave this place and never return. You have disrespected our greatest icon and are no longer welcome in this sacred fraternity.

~By Personal Request, its Doozzer's brutal review~ I was asked via private message to come in here and tear this story apart, so here goes... There's some strange phrasing and grammar in some of the earlier paragraphs that are confusing and make the story difficult to understand. I figured out exactly where they're happening though, and its whenever you switch from Vacy's point of view to Corso's point of view in the same paragraph. The first and worst time this happens is when she goes into the darma bag- In one sentence, its Vacy reaching into the bag, and in the next sentence, we're in Corso's head. The change is sudden and confusing. You should make a more significant effort in dividing head space between the characters. Ideally, each paragraph should be complete train of thought for one character. You also rushed the Darma bag and missed an opportunity to tell you're character's story. Coming into the story without playing smuggler, or without knowing your character, we have no idea who or what Darma is, or what is significant about him/the bag. All we can assume from reading this story is that the Darma bag is a magic plot-hole that the protagonist can pull everything she needs out of- its her Batman utility belt. Its full of shark repellant. You were eager to get to the actual story of fighting the pirate, and skipped explaining the Darma bag there, but over the course of the story, (because like I said above, its a magic plot-hole full of everything you need) it becomes your protagonist's most important accessory. She spends almost as much time pulling tricks out of that bag as she does fighting the pirate chief. To improve the story in the future, I would take some time out at some point to actually explain the darma bag. What it is, what its made of, what's in it. Is it a satchel? does it hang from her waist? Does she have one of those little inner-purse organizers in it? Is there an emergency pair of panties and some feminine hygiene equipment? (THERE PROBABLY IS, BUT WE DON'T NEED TO GO THERE) Granted, it isn't necessary to tell us everything about every personal article that the protagonist owns- Flashy and Kablam are probably good enough for the guns. But the Darma bag looks like its going to be a recurring plot device that your protagonist leans on constantly, and we need to be able to see it as less of a prop and more of a part of your character. Next item on the list- Romantic Tension. Its fantastic. The only thing you should change is the script- And by that I mean, Bioware's script. Throw it out. You're too good for it, you don't need it. Whether or not Corso is attracted to female smuggler in the storyline on Taris is no longer a concern for you. You can write the romantic tension good enough that whatever you're doing is way better than wherever they're supposed to be in the canon storyline. You could pull him into the swamp and tear his clothes off and do wicked sinful things with him, no one would care. Where you're going with this is better than wherever its supposed to be. Romance is an important part of your character, and the best way to sell your story is to make people identify, empathize, sympathize, and agree with your character. They want to see parts of themselves in the protagonist. Romance is the hammer for which every problem is a nail, because even if you don't agree with other decisions the character makes, odds are you want to be in an emotionally and sexually fulfilling relationship, no matter who you are. The short version- Everyone loves going through someone else's dirty laundry. Even if you don't like the smuggler, or even if you don't like Corso, there's obviously a mutual attraction here, and even if you hated them both, you'd still want to read on and see it to its fulfillment. Final sticking point- Combat. The combat writing isn't bad. It isn't particularly strong until Corso is on the ground, and then it gets suspenseful. But lets be fair here- We aren't interested in the fight because of the fight, we're interested in the possibility that your protagonist might have to hire a new boyfriend soon if someone doesn't pull Corso's *** out of the fire... So that didn't actually count as combat writing. That was romance writing. Remember how I said we wanted to see Corso and Vacy go all the way, even if we didn't care about anything else? Romance in action, right there. As far as combat writing goes, There's one important piece of advice I can give for the future, but its not just a lesson about combat writing. Watch any movie that has a sex scene. The hottest part is the foreplay right before the music changes. The sex scene is just a montage of 2 naked actors grinding against each other under a sheet. (They actually have underwear on) Watch an old horror movie. A good one, not some slasher teen movie that you would take a date too just to grope in the theater. Read one of those brain teaser sentences, werhe eervy wrod in the sneentce is srcabmled, but you can still read it because the first and last letter of every word are in the correct place. WHAT DO THESE 3 THINGS HAVE IN COMMON? Easy. Your brain fills in the moment of impact. In romance, foreplay is everything. We know it leads to sex. We want to have the sex. Sex is why we're there. We don't actually have to see the sex, because we've already arrived at that conclusion. What happens before and after the sex becomes more important. In combat, we see the axe coming down, then we see the blood splatter. We know the teenage girl is dead because she tripped over the tree root and the psycho-murderer caught her. We don't actually have to see the axe hit her. We fill in the blank in our head. And the thing with the letters that your brain does? Well you probably already knew that, you just didn't know that it also applied to SEX and FIGHTING. So when you write a fight, don't write the boring part- Where the bullet hits the guy, where the sword chops a dude in half, THE MOMENT OF IMPACT. Why? Well, first things first- because your brain fills in the middle. You shoot a guy, he falls over dead. Its that simple. What was the middle step? Obviously, he got shot. But more importantly, there's SUSPENSE. Your character doesn't actually know if whatever she shoots is going to fall down dead. She can only observe that it does when it actually happens. There's also adrenaline. Lets say she gets shot- is she going to no immediately if a bullet just grazed her arm? Probably not, she's going to keep firing and not realize she's been hit until she actually sees the blood. The point is, when writing all these things, you can engage the reader by what you don't tell them. What you don't say is more important than what you do say, if you give everything to the reader up front, they get lazy. Make them work a little for it. Everyone loves a little tease, even if they don't admit it. AND FINALLY, TO ILLUSTRATE MY POINT, WATCH THIS Here's the challenge- See if you can watch it three times. See how long it takes you to get bored. I'll bet you 100,000 credits after 3 views, its the most god awful boring thing you've ever seen. But why is it boring? It should be exciting! There's swords and motorcycles! But it is boring. Because whoever wrote that fight gave you everything. There's a lot of pretty flirting between the 2 characters in the fight, and a great deal of choreography and theatrics, but nothing actually happens. They might as well actually be shooting each other with nerf darts or super soakers, because neither one of them seems to suffer any consequences of the actions of the other. its a terribly boring fight where nothing is happening. They started the fight riding motorcycles, they ended the fight riding motorcycles in opposite directions. It wasn't a fight, it was a lousy first date. Now, watch this video. unlike the previous fight, that one is BRUTAL. Why? Because the actions prior to, and right after the blow is struck are felt with consequence. Watch those children crawl and grunt and stagger, just to land another hit. There's more drama, there's more emotion, and the buildup between the striking and the reeling leads you to believe that the actual hits are even more punishing. When they wrote that fight, they wrote what happens before and after the impact, not the impact itself. Remember the other video? With the motorcycles? How many times did they slash at each other, or punch or dodge or parry? You probably dont remember, because it happened a lot, and then every time it happened, there was no consequence. They weren't showing you the dramatic part, they were showing you the end result, and it was tragic. Can you watch that video 3 times? I bet you can watch that video more than you can watch the motorcycle one. It tells a better story.

Think you let on a little too much there, sweetheart.

THURSDAY NIGHT INSUBORDINATION The sweat beaded down his chiseled, rigid abs. Hey, have any of you guys seen the Wrath? She told me to get her this class 6 lockbox, but now I can't find her. Servant One: Huh? Who are you? Servant Two: And how did you get in here? Who am I? I've been with the Wrath since Taris. I'm lieutenant Pierce. Why is everything I say a different color than you? Servant One: Its italicized colored meta text, you get it when you use the force to communicate telepathically, when you talk to the narrator, us, or other miscellaneaous ruptures of the 4th wall. Neat. Seriously though, where is Wrath? Servant Two: We don't know. We were gonna ask you. Is this all you guys do all day? wear black and sit in a room and stare at each other? You're like creepy Sith oompa loompas. Servant Two: We have to kill him. He knows too much. Servant One: Shut up! That's a coincidence. He knows nothing. Whatever. I'm out of here. Servant Two: How did he know about the Emperor's secret chocolate factory? Servant One: There's no way he knows about that. The Wrath doesn't even know about that. Now don't talk about it anymore, we don't want anyone knowing where Sith Purebloods are really from. Servant Two: Or that the Sith Emperor is Gene Wilder. Servant One: You fool! You've said too much! "Jaesa come out, Dinners' gonna be on in like 10 minutes." The Wrath entered the medbay. "I... can't." Jaesa replied, staring at the screen. "Listen, I'm sure you feel bad about what you did to Eau the other night, but-" The Wrath started. "Who?" "Eau" "You?" "No, Eau." "Me what?" "No, E-A-U." "Oh. Who?" "The lesbian in the kolto tank whose pelvis you broke during a drunk debauchery." The Wrath rolled her eyes. "Oh! Uh... Well yea I guess I should lay off the kegel exercises right? Don't know my own strength. But that's not what I'm looking at here. You have to see this." Jaesa pointed to the monitor. "What is this garbage?" The Wrath asked. "Erotic fiction." Jaesa replied. "What's that, like **** that you read?" The Wrath asked. "Exactly." Jaesa replied. "I don't really need ****, I have a boyfriend and... Oh. Wow." The Wrath trailed off as she began to read the screen. Beads of sweat rolled down Pierce's sculpted abs as he lifted the weights, grunting in satisfaction. The crew bunk was heavy with his rugged musk, stripped to the waist, he was a picture of divine masculine form. He heard footsteps at the door, but didn't bother to turn around. Living on the ship like this, you eventually learned the stride and clank of all the ship's occupants. The tight, measured steps were surefooted and disciplined. It could only be Malavai Quinn. "What's this all about?" The Wrath asked. "Shh... Keep reading. Its totally hot." Jaesa assured her. Malavai took a deep breath as he stood at the door to the crew bunk, sniffing up Pierce's erotic aroma. When Pierce didn't turn around, he took the opportunity to admire his broad, well muscled back. Pierce felt Malavai's hungry eyes through the back of his head, and grinned. He loved it when Malavai looked at him. He had read about it once in the military academy, something called the Male Gaze, the way a man looked at a woman he wanted. But Pierce didn't go in for all that academy garbage. He was a grunt, not an officer. He belonged in the field, not polite conversation. What mattered to him was that Malavai looked, and that Malavai wanted what he saw. "Inspecting the troops, sir?" Pierce grunted without putting down his weights. "It is essential that an officer be presentable and well groomed." Malavai flirted back, crossing the room and touching Pierce on the shoulders. "Wait, is this going where I think its going?" The Wrath asked. "It totally is." Jaesa nodded. "VETTE, GET IN HERE!" The Wrath yelled. "Guys, dinner is gonna be in on like 5 minutes." Vette came to the medbay. "Dinner can wait. Read this." The Wrath indicated to the monitor. "You should shave your head again." Malavai was saying as he pressed his lips against the back of Pierce's neck, brushing against the rough stubble at the base of his skull. "Or perhaps I should do it for you." "Attention to detail is more your specialty." Pierce bent over slightly to tease away from Malavai, but also to get closer so that the shorter man could touch him easier. "We'll just have to work on that together." Malavai breathed into Pierce's ear as his hands circled around his broad waist, wiping the sweat from his hard, rigid abs with his gloved hands. "You could show me how again." Pierce replied. Malavai nibbled gently on the bottom of Pierce's ear, applying just enough pressure to make the larger man flinch and lower himself to a more intimate position. He kissed his way under the crook of his jaw, to the sensitive, soft patch of flesh beneath his chin. "THAT'S HOT!" Vette squeaked. "Perhaps I will." Malavai whispered. "If I don't have to discipline you for being insubordinate again." Pierce turned around and grabbed Malavai by the wrists, a mischevious grin twisted his face. "Well, we absolutely must maintain discipline." Leveraging his superior bulk, he threw Malavai to the bed, and pinned him down. "You're only making it worse for yourself." Malavai breathed as Pierce pulled his uniform shirt over his head. "I know." He mumbled as he licked a wet line across Malavai's naked collar bone. "Perhaps you'll go easy on me this time, sir." "You know I never do..." Malavai sighed as Pierce's tongue moved over his chest down to his belly button. The door to the medbay opened, and Vette, Jaesa, and the Wrath all jumped simultaneously. "There you are." Pierce grunted. "What's going on in here? Dinner is served. Its Broonie Burger night." Jaesa cunningly switched off the monitor, and the girls filed out of the medbay, guilty looks on their faces. Over dinner, the Wrath asked, "So, what's the weirdest thing you ever did to excite a woman?" "Huh?" Pierce grunted. "I don't understand." Quinn added. "Like if you knew it would get you laid." The Wrath explained. "Like if you did a little striptease, or something." "Or if you kissed another boy." Vette added. "I'd never kiss another man." Pierce shook his head as he bit into his burger. "Out of the question." Quinn added. "Oh come on." The Wrath huffed. "What if it was like, if whatever you did with another guy, you could watch a girl do with another girl, and vice versa." "I'm only interested in what the girl is letting me do to her. I'm not gonna kiss another dude." Pierce rolled his eyes. "You guys are boring, you know that?" The Wrath shrugged. "No, we're straight." Pierce reached for the hot sauce. After dinner, Wrath, Vette, and Jaesa went back to the medbay. "Well at least there's fan fiction, right?" Jaesa asserted as she switched the monitor on again. "I wanna see where that goes. You think they'll do it? Do erotic writers do stuff like that?" Vette asked. "Honey, its literoticist. And wait till you see the stuff that the smuggler does to Bowdaar the wookiee." Jaesa replied.

Expect to see more of the boys in the future. In a very sexy way.

switched back to ironfist (from parakeet) to get a handle on it for next patch when 1.2 kills parakeets. (Particle Accelerator only working in combustible gas cylinder is going to take a bite out of parakeet) Full champ gear, going for battlemaster, riding iron fist the whole way and into 1.2. it doesn't bring as much pain as the parakeet, (If you get a good string of rail procs) and certainly not as much as full pyro, but the quality of life benefits are totally worth it. I've found that as long as you're good about hitting your cooldowns, you shouldn't have any trouble with getting the iron fist to perform. It doesn't do amazing burst all the time- it just bursts when you need it. With BM/Rakata gear you'll hit your 2.5k single hit medals no problem. Keep a crit/surge relic and your explosive fuel handy, and a crit adrenal if you're biochem, and you'll get all the punch you need to handle a 1v1 against most players expecting an easier kill. One of the nicer things about Iron Fist is that you have a lot of power to put down dedicated tanks, something that would have given you a lot of trouble as a full shieldtech PT, you would have been there all day. Iron Fist can put out enough unmitigated damage and appropriate burst to let you take out most dedicated tanks, something that would have taken you all match to do as a full ST powertech. Remember also that huttball hazards are your friend- The kiddy pool is a great equalizer. It doesn't matter if you're a fresh 50 and your opponent is a battlemaster if you grapple-dart him into acid, the kool-aid hurts everyone.

sit down, because I'm going to be brutal. First things first, your entrance is weak. As you open your story, you lead with a few things- There's a shuttle, a freighter, and Tatooine. All of these things by themselves are tragically boring. We can assume from from the context that your main character, Nalia, is a smuggler, and that she's making some kind of deal, but everything after that is hazy and boring. Space ships by themselves aren't interesting. Tatooine by itself isn't interesting. Your hook is weak. I understand that this is a prologue and I'm not supposed to come in knowing everything about your protagonist, but your hook is weak. There isn't a narrative- Nothing that tells me the story without telling me the story, nothing that tells me what's different and unique about your character. It reminds me of the opening of A New Hope, to use a Star Wars reference. Remember how much information you got from the first minute of that movie? Not the scrolling text, but just the rebel corvette being interdicted by the Star Destroyer. Remember what that scene told us about the story? We knew because the rebel ship was tiny, and because the star destroyer was huge, that the rebels were fighting an uphill battle. 2 minutes later, Darth Vader makes his first appearance and chokes a guy. We know he's the bad guy. We didn't need to see him choke that dude to know he was the bad guy, the ambience and the music told us so. There's no narrative in your open. You only tell us about a mundane transaction between 2 freighters over outer rim space. The information that you tell us isn't special, and the information that you don't tell us, the things that tell us about the conflict without saying it, aren't there. What's the deal with the other guy's ship? You can use it as a mirror of his character. Its actually a pretty big running gag in star wars- every character has a ship that suits them. Is his ship predatory, is it painted black? What is the significance of the name Sun's Darkness? Does it look like a ship that would be named Sun's Darkness? Here's another interesting thing- You spend more time describing an airlock door than you do an entire space ship. We know more about a brass plate and a lever than we do about anything that would have been important to know in the first paragraph of your story. Moving on. We go to this little blurb about imperial overseers. Leading us to believe that your protagonist, in the past, has been pinched by imperial authorities. This is fine, but again, you've failed to use the opportunity to explain the context, to lay out the scenario. What chain of events led to your protagonist becoming subject to imperial oversight? More importantly, what does your protagonist think of that situation? Do they resent it? Do they hate it? As you currently convey it, they seem to find it mildly annoying. We gather from the sacking of Coruscant that imperial authority is tighter in this part of the galaxy now, but we don't hear anything about how your protagonist had a run-in with the law. Now, about Gardos. You've made a huge mistake here that is very common in fanfic/amateur writing, you've given up all the romance with none of the foreplay. Gardos speaks 7 words, and then we know everything about him. We know he's twi'lek, we know he's painted red, we know he's got implants in his throat that make him sound scary. There's no reveal, no mystery. Everything is volunteered up front, I don't need to buy the cow, the milk is free. Which leads us into your next major writing sin- You've told us everything irrelevant about Gardos, and nothing valuable. I'm telling you right now, as a writer and a reader, that I am not going to remember that Gardos is red, twi'lek, or has a spooky voice, because you volunteered that information when it wasn't important. You need to appreciate context- We shouldn't know what Gardos looks like until he opens the door and we see him. You should lead with how your protagonist feels about him, not with what he looks like. Your character doesn't hate him because he's red... Your character hates him because he's a jerk- he kicks puppies, he's mean, he shoves old ladies into traffic, and she hates doing business with him. That was the first thing we should have learned about Gardos... instead, you told us he was red. Don't think of your characters as people in a story that you read about. You can decide a book is boring, and shut it anytime, put it down, and tell your friends it sucked and that the tv version was better. You have to make your reader date your characters- They shouldn't know everything about them at once. Don't tell her your whole life story on the first date, you'll bore her to death, and she loves mystery. Sleep with her before you mention you're an axe murderer. Lets go down to the 2 hours later part. I do this sometimes too. When I'm being lazy, or I'm writing deep into the meta and breaking rules. Usually a little bit of column A, column B. As a general rule, its best to describe the passage of time as an actual passage of time, not to state it. Describe the stars rotating across the window in the cockpit, or the rotation of tatooine in the distance. You can even say, "The clock ticked 2:00" Do anything that tells the reader about the passage of time, without actually saying it. Give them the bowl and the cereal, but make them pour their own milk on it. its another case of volunteering everything when you don't have too, or more likely, just shouldn't. Now, lets talk about Nalia. This is everything we know about her. We know she's blonde, we know she got pinched by the imps a while back, we know she wears a black jacket, and we know she hangs out with a red guy named Gardos who probably isn't her boyfriend. This is another case of missed opportunity- When Nalia puts the jacket down, we know that its black. I know I've spent two paragraphs telling you to tease the reader and not give up everything at once, and this is the time where you should give something up. The jacket can tell us something about Nalia without actually mentioning her. You could say that the jacket was Nalia's oldest friend, that it was made of distressed leather that had seen better days. Is it a bomber jacket? is it an old republic uniform jacket? Does the jacket offer some clue to Nalia's personality, something that says something about her without you, the author, saying, "Nalia is blonde and she owns a space ship. Also, she thinks Gardos is a jerk." Then, finally, we get to the last two lines of your prologue. The thing you did right. That is a hook. That was writing. That was the thing that made me say, "This woman has a star map that shows her how to dodge imperial interdiction. I want to see where that goes. I want to see what she does with it. I want to know what someone gave up for her to get it." That is the kind of stuff that should have been in the start of your program. That was your first date material. That was the first time, in a whole page, where you didn't tell everything up front when it was pointless and then miss every other opportunity to tell the reader something when it was pertinent.

This post is dedicated to my friend Jay, whose hard mode raid I didn't attend because I was posting to this thread instead. Once Jay finds out this thread exists, I'm sure he'll understand. This post is also dedicated to my good friend IKnow AlyssaJones, who is the single most horrifyingly immature, foul-mouthed, compulsively self-destructive polyamorous lesbian in all of San Francisco. I would actually hotlink to her blog, but its way to sexually powerful for Bioware's TOS to allow on the forums. google it. GIRL, I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR lets start a war! start a nuclear war! at the gay bar! gay bar! gay bar! Servant Two: Just get it out of the way now. Servant One: Get what out of the way now? Servant Two: The gay joke? Servant One: Nah man, that's just not funny anymore. Servant Two: Interesting. Servant One: What? Servant Two: it's just that your sudden shift in attitude about sexual humor coincides with the gaydar unit the Wrath brought home, is all. Servant One: Pure coincidence, I assure you. Servant Two: mmmhmmm. "Got any plans for tonight?" Pierce asked. "We were gonna go to the bar." The Wrath shrugged, painting Vette's toenails. "What bar?" Pierce asked. "Rainbow Room on Upper Promenade, Nar Shaddaa." Vette replied, painting Wrath's toenails. "Rainbow Room? Sounds gay." Pierce observed. "It is." Vette replied. "What?" Pierce asked. "Rainbow Room is a gay bar. The best one in the galaxy." Vette explained. "Unless you count Mojito Monday happy hour at Sunken Sarlacc, that's a pillar of the galactic gay community." "Well. I'll be staying here then. Work on my model." Pierce turned on his heel and walked back into the crew bunks. "What crawled up his ***?" The Wrath asked. "Eh, you know him. Big strong alpha male. He just crushes *****." Vette shrugged. "What does that have to do with anything?" The Wrath blinked. "When you measure your self esteem by your sexual conquests, its easy to trick yourself into believing that everyone else does too." Vette replied. "I don't understand." The Wrath asserted. "Do my left foot now. Is he a homophobe?" "He's not afraid of gays, per say." Vette explained. "He's just afraid that a gay man would objectify him the way he objectifies a woman." "Huh." The Wrath thought. "Vette, did I ever tell you that you're way smarter than what everyone else gives you credit for?" Vette could only shrug. "When you grow up in chains and your own life revolves around satisfying someone else's fantasy, you learn a thing or two about psychology." "Interesting perspective." The Wrath observed. "He's not bad boyfriend material, he's just a little simple is all. I'd hate to have a boyfriend I had to second-guess." "To each her own." The Wrath mumbled. "You're done. Black nail polish is easy, one coat and you're finished." "I don't know why you wear it." Vette grumbled. "I'm red. Its the only thing that matches. You can at least wear pink or purple or something." "Pink nail polish is for 12 year old girls." The Wrath replied. "Says the woman with the pink lightsaber." "Pink lightsabers are fearsome. They undermine your foe's confidence. Nobody wants to get beaten by a woman with a pink lightsaber." The Wrath explained. "So who else is coming?" Vette asked. "Jaesa said she'd go, but she doesn't drink so she's no fun." The Wrath shrugged. "She does everything else." Vette said. "I heard that!" Jaesa yelled. "Doesn't make it any less true!" Vette returned. "And I didn't bother asking Quinnie." The Wrath said. "He'll say, 'I apologize my lord, but I'm on duty.'" "Well you should at least ask him." Vette prodded. "QUINN, COME TO THE BAR WITH US!" The Wrath yelled across the ship, to rude to use the intercom. "I apologize my lord, but I'm on duty." was Quinn's reply, through the intercom. "Its okay. He'll get a visit from the lieutenant later. My sex life has massively improved since I figured out what he can't resist." Wrath smiled. "Girls night then. Who needs boys when you've got alcohol?" Vette clapped. "I kind of prefer alcohol to be a lead-in to boys, actually." The Wrath contributed. "I need to be taken to the bedroom and pinned to the mattress before I can drink myself into the dark side." "That's a significant problem." Jaesa came out of the medbay. "It was until the lieutenant showed up." The Wrath explained. "But the lieutenant always gets the captain to stand at attention." "Who is the lieutenant?" Jaesa asked, unfamiliar with the innuendo. "Malavai has a thing for the uniform that's an automatic in." Vette volunteered. "So the Wrath bought a uniform." "Oh. Do you think that's why Chris keeps asking me if I still have my padawan girls school uniform?" Jaesa asked. "Yes." "Yes." Yes. "Well, lets go to the bar already! I heard Rainbow Room has a mai thai that's to die for." The Wrath insisted. "In about an hour." Vette replied. "Huh? The boys are dedicated to being boring. I want to get buzzed now." The Wrath commanded. "The drying time for nail polish is longer than your attention span, short bus." Vette pointed to her toes. "Oh. Right." The Wrath remembered. "And don't call me short bus, shock therapy." Okay fast forward us to the bar, nobody cares about my nails. Even though they're fantastic? Even though they're fan-****in-tastic. I JUST GOT MAH NAAAAAYALS DONE! "Let me get 2 mai thais and whatever you serve boring sober people." The Wrath told the bartender. "Right. 2 Mai Thais and a 4 dollar watered down coke." The bartender nodded. "WHAT?" The Wrath asked. "I know right, and then you're gonna tip me, too." The bartender shrugged. He was wearing a ****-eating grin and a name tag that said HELLO, MY NAME IS DYLAN DIGGLES. What the hell does that even mean? Is that a gay joke? Its an inside joke. "Screw that noise, gimme 3 mai thais, I'll just tell little miss healthy living that hers is virgin." The Wrath commanded. "I can actually make it virgin, if you want." The bartender suggested. "Would you still charge as much for it?" The Wrath asked. "Yes." "Screw it, give me the liquor. Its gonna be a night of new experiences for princess lightweight." The Wrath sneered. Get to the part where we're drinking. Wrath, I always joke about this, but I think you might actually legitimately have a problem. The problem was when I stumbled into that other thread and nobody helped me kill that box of wine. This is just saturday night. I think you might be abusing your meta privileges a bit. Especially if you just use them to skip forward to sex and drinking. What, you don't? I'm not a fictional character, Wrath. I have to do all the profoundly boring things like sleep and ********** and use the restroom. Seriously? Absolutely. That's terrifying. What were you saying about the meta? I said I think you're abusing it. Oh yea, well, I'm doing that part on purpose. Why? Because that guy on reddit posted that comment where he said he thought we were funny until we started doing meta gags. Well, that's his opinion, Wrath. Meta gags are our entire thing. We're doing one right now. Well, admittedly, yes. We do lean on it pretty hard. So I'm gonna troll him. We're going to be meta as hell. You're really dedicated to this, aren't you? Come on, really? How can you not like the meta gag! Its hilarious. This is a fan fiction forum where people write stories about their video game characters. We all know going in how thin the 4th wall is here, so screw it. I'm gonna tear it down. Well you have a good point. Oh yea baby, take that meta. Take it all, show me how much you love me with your throat. Wrath that's a little graphic. I know, sometimes I just imagine how much fun it must be to have a wiener and say really disgusting stuff like that. Nobody actually says stuff like that. Unless they're with girls like Vette. I'm suddenly not interested in this topic anymore. "This is an amazing mai thai." The Wrath observed. "Its delicious, except for this bitter, biting taste." Jaesa complained. "That's the alcohol." Vette explained. "What?" "Nothing." The Wrath insisted. "Hey, isn't that your sister?" Jaesa indicated to a couple on the other side of the bar. "Oh my god. That is your sister." Vette confirmed. Wait, what? That is your sister. "We have been spotted, and are being pulled in by her " The Wrath groaned. "Isn't that her best friend? The bounty hunter with the weird name?" Vette asked. "Eau. Apparently they're better than friends." The Wrath rolled her eyes. She went to turn her shoulder and sneak off to some other corner of the bar, but was promptly grappled. "Sis! What are you doing here?" PE#1 asked. "I was avoiding an awkward family moment, but apparently my CC break is on cooldown. I could ask the same of you, aren't you married?" The Wrath sneered. "Torian? Oh, this isn't about him. Eau and I go way back. Bounty Hunter college. I'm wingmanning her tonight." PE#1 explained. "Oh, just college?" PE#1's friend grinned. "You guys didn't..." The Wrath blushed. "Experiment? Please. It was college." PE#1 shrugged. "She experimented. I'm a lesbian." the lets-be-friend insisted. "Sis, you're married!" The Wrath proclaimed. "Only in this galaxy. Besides, boys love it when you keep that option on the table." PE#1 rolled her eyes. "Its pretty immature." Lets-be-friend observed. "I only deal in concrete facts, hun." PE#1 replied. "You can trust blood, money, and boys to get excited about girls kissing girls." "Wait, how do lesbians wing each other anyways?" The Wrath asked. "Its easy." PE#1 explained. "Bring in a token bi-curious straight girl. Works the same way for gay guys." "I'm straight." The Wrath insisted. PE#1 clapped her hand over the Wrath's mouth. "SHUT UP, DO YOU WANT TO GET US ALL KILLED?" "All gays love going for the conversion achievement." Lets-be-friend explained. "Say you're straight where people can hear it, and you'll have sharks circling in the water." "Which is fine with us," PE#1 added, "Because then she'll just pick off the stragglers and we'll accomplish our mission. But for you, it will be very awkward." "Check out the femme over there with the twi'lek. She looks susceptible." Eau pointed at Jaesa. "That's my apprentice." The Wrath realized. "Then you can introduce us." Lets-be-friends insisted. "She has a boyfriend." The Wrath countered. "She has an average gain of 2% on her bi-curiosity quotient every time she takes a sip of her drink. Its climbing nearly equally with her blood alcohol level." Lets-be-friend replied. "What?" The Wrath was perplexed. "Bionic eye. Night vision, range-finder, radiation detection, and if you upgrade to the oh so sweet deluxe package, x-ray and gaydar. Oh, she's completely shaved. Bonus." Lets-be-friend explained. "You think you can land that?" PE#1 asked. "If she keeps drinking like she's never touched a drop in her life, definitely." Lets-be-friend nodded. "She has never touched a drop. I told her her drink was virgin." The Wrath facepalmed. "Is her boyfriend attractive?" Lets-be-friend asked. "What do you mean? I thought you were gay." The Wrath asked. "Well yea, but if I have to settle for a threesome, then taking one for the team isn't so bad if he's not a d-bag." Lets-be-friend shrugged. "He's pretty cool. Cute, too- WAIT WHY AM I HELPING YOU ON THIS?" The Wrath realized. "Is that twi'lek your friend? Because she just brought her a long island iced tea that could kill a horse." Lets-be-friend pointed. "Oh yea. That's Vette. She's my BFF. I mean most of the time she's a total twit, but its time like this she reminds me why I love her so much." The Wrath explained. "SO ARE ALL BOUNTY HUNTERS LESBIANS, OR DO THEY JUST DRESS LIKE THEM?" A loud, surly voice ripped through the bar. It belonged to one Jaesa Wilsaam. "I never thought this would happen- I'm the one doing damage control!" The Wrath muttered, running over to the booth, her sister and her sister's friend behind her. "Its not fair!" Vette whined. "She's only 4 drinks in! I wish I got loaded that cheap!" "No kidding. Jaesa, give me your holo." The Wrath demanded. "OH HEY CAN YOU CALL CHRIS FOR ME? I HAVEN'T BEEN LAID IN LIKE A WEEK." She shouted. "Yea I think he better come here and pick you up. Lets make you his problem." The Wrath started keying in his number. "WHAT DO I NEED HIM FOR ANYWAYS. THESE CHICKS SEEM TO DO ALRIGHT WITHOUT MEN? HEY! HEY? WHAT'S YOUR SECRET? HOW DO TWO GIRLS-" Jaesa slurred into her cocktail. "She's showing some tendencies." PE#1 observed. "I think she's ready to try-out for the team." Lets-be-friend added. "Hey, Chris, its Wrath. Can I talk to you for a minute?" The Wrath called. "Yea sure... Hey, why do you have Jaesa's holo?" He asked. "You can talk to me sober, or Jaesa drunk. Rare opportunity." The Wrath replied. "IS THAT MY BOYFRIEND? TELL HIM I'M *****!" Jaesa added. "Jaesa doesn't drink." Chris corrected. "Not before tonight she didn't." The Wrath explained. "How do you feel about sharing?" "What? Are you girls alright? Should I come pick you up?" Chris asked, concerned. "Invasive personal questions first. How do you feel about sharing?" The Wrath asked. "If I answer this, will you tell me where you are?" Chris asked. "Sure." The Wrath admitted. "I'M GONNA BRING HOME THE HOTTEST ONE IN HERE. I MEAN BESIDES ME. WAIT. I'M CONFUSED." Jaesa stammered. "Well she asked me before if we could try with another guy, but I'm not into that so I told her we could if she brought home another girl, and I just figured she never would so I considered the matter off the table. I mean, I guess I would, but I just kind of gave her that reply to shunt her off the other thing." Chris shrugged. "Well, she's trashed and its back on the table. You better get to Rainbow Room on the promenade or tonight's going to be one of those things where you wonder what could have been." The Wrath explained. "I'M NOT CONFUSED ABOUT THAT THOUGH. I MEAN I KNOW I LIKE BOYS, I JUST DON'T KNOW IF I LIKE GIRLS. ALSO CAN I BE THE HOTTEST ONE IN THE BAR EVEN IF I'M NOT A LESBIAN? IS THAT LIKE GROUNDS FOR DISQUALIFICATION?" Jaesa asked to either no one in particular or everyone in the bar. "You're the hottest one, dear." Lets-be-friend leaned in to whisper to Jaesa. "Chris is coming to pick you up, Jaesa." The Wrath added. "OK GOOD. HEY IF YOU'RE STILL HERE WHEN HE ARRIVES, YOU SHOULD COME HOME WITH US." Jaesa told Lets-be-friend. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere. You're the one about to go somewhere new and exciting." Lets-be-friend giggled. "She's actually kind of charming." The Wrath told her sister. "She's completely two-faced like you, isn't she?" "Absolutely." PE#1 admitted. The Wrath went over to the bartender. "Gimme three glasses of water, and whenever my loud bi-curious friend asks for another drink, just charge my tab for a 4 dollar coke and give her a glass of watered down dr pepper on the rocks and tell her its rum-and-coke." It took about 4 'rum-and-cokes' for Chris to show up. "Jaesa come on, we're leaving. And we're going to go drink a lot of water." Chris said. "NOT UNTIL AFTER WE HAVE SEX. AND WE'RE BRINGING HER TOO." Jaesa pointed to Lets-be-friend. "Well... If that's alright with her." Chris added. "I'll go quietly." Lets-be-friend grinned. "That was really cool of you, wingmanning Eau like that, sis." PE#1 thanked the Wrath. "Psh. I didn't do her any favors." The Wrath replied. "Do lesbians use their hips during sex?" "...Yeah?" PE#1 stated, confused. "Your friend is going to spend the weekend in a kolto tank." The Wrath grinned.