Agents are sneaky.

Any word if the flag has been corrected for 4.5? Both my Jedi Knight and my Imperial Sniper romanced Lana (sor and kotfe) and did ALL the flirt options and yadayada, and yet at the end of chap 9 there was no flirt option and neither are now considered in a romance lock in with Lana.

Seen this also. My KOTFE Vette is wearing Mission Vao's outfit and during conversations, her arms are white instead of blue like the rest of her cute Twi'lek body.

This is still an ongoing issue. I have seen no replies from the Devs on this or listed in the Known Issues tab. Are they even working on it?

I didn't see anything about fixing this in the patch notes for 10/27. Haven't been able to get in game and see if they added one or not. Is BW even going to look into this or comment on it?

So is this a bug or intentional? Anyone know? My Female Rattataki is using the Noble Attendants skirt and it has leggings. I've tried all the other skirts and the only one so far that doesn't have leggings is Naga Sadow's. But I don't like the texture of that one.

While it would be great to see a lot of these species mentioned, BW has repeatedly stated that unless a species speaks basic, they will not put them in game as player characters. Their reasoning on this is that people don't want to have to read everything that is being said. And I'm all for the Togruta. They would be my next choice in player species. I guess time will tell. and yes they really need to address some of the clipping on just "regular" species first.

Well isn't that great! Now I have to go hunting for uniforms again.

Adding my two cents to this. What the heck are you guys doing BW?

Not only did they add the gaudy looking flap but they messed up the coloring. Mine was a good red over red like the Imperial Guard uniforms and now it Red over Black and looks nasty. I saved up some good creds to get this chest piece and now it looks like crap.

That's pretty cool! I wish they still did that. When i played CoX, the gm's would show up as little hover police bots. They would either point out why you were stuck or they would lend assistance with pulling an enemy out of a wall (which was a BIG issue with CoX for awhile). The good ole days.

I have chosen (female) body type 2 for most of my toons. A few exceptions: My sith assassin is body type 4 (just wanted to use something different for her) and my Vanguard is body type 3 as I felt it fit with the character she was. I have a couple of males and they are body type 2.

As a HTF Combat Medic, this made me LOL

That last one was quite a hoot. I'm so far into both storylines that it won't matter much to me. Keep us grinning!

***** Twyla sat in the lounge of The Folly, shuffling a worn deck of Pazaak cards. She found it oddly relaxing, considering she never played the game anymore since Dren had died. Sen-two was in the cargo hold checking the containers and making out manifests for each one and cataloging the items. NFour was playing a game of HoloChess versus the computer. So far only 3 moves had been made. “Brr deep deep?” “No I’m not practicing. Just trying to relax a little and plan the next course for us to take.” “Brr deedledeedle boop beep!” “I do not cheat! It’s not my fault I have to use the force to see the cards!” She bopped NFour on his head. “Pfffft!” “To you to, tin can!” Sitting back and taking a swig of her drink, Twyla propped up her boots on the other side of the lounge musing over her next move. She had not changed out of the dress she had found at the house but had removed her mask to brush out her hair. She grabbed up the hairbrush on the side of the lounger and began running it through her hair. She always did this while thinking and this time was no exception. Once she had gotten any tangles out, she began to set it in a braided style her mother had taught her. Sen-two came out of the cargo area and approached Twyla. “Mistress: I have completed the manifests for our cargo.” He stopped for a second. “You know I can do that for you: Mistress. I have been programmed with various grooming techniques to create different appearances if needed.” “Thank you but no thank you, Sen-two. It took 2 weeks to undo the first and last time you ‘fixed’ my hair. Not to mention you nearly pulled everyone out by the roots!” Her fingers continued to manipulate the hair expertly. “Please give me the details on the cargo later. For now, I would like to find out about the people we first observed before landing. Have you gotten any further information on them?” “Very well: Mistress.” He plugged the data pad into a console that would allow Twyla to review it in Miralukan writing or in voice if she preferred. “I have had the scanners working on the exact location of those humanoids. There appear to be four or five of them in the Ragdorn Region.” Twyla’s fingers stopped moving. “Ragdorn!? That’s not good. Not good at all.” She went back to her hair. “Clarify: Mistress” “The Ragdorn Region is where, approximately 50 years ago, a company called Cyrallatrix set up shop as a ‘regenerative’ specialty research lab. They were trying to research chemicals and drugs to prevent certain diseases and birth defects among us. About 10 years ago they changed their directive and felt they could better serve us by finding out how to help us regain visual sight. They invited scientists from all over space to help in the research. We even had some from warring factions but when the scientists came together, it was as if they were life-long friends. Well about two years into their new research, they had an explosion at one of the chemical plants and due to some engineers ineptitude the fans that were supposed to contain the chemicals was put in in reverse. It blew it all out into the research area and when it collided with other chemicals it caused a chain reaction that ended with the whole area being contaminated by hallucinogenics.” She stopped and put the finishing touches on her hair to keep it in place. “Our rescue teams were unable to get there in time to combat the disaster because of its remote location. The whole section was placed on quarantine indefinitely. If those people have landed there, it is no wonder all I could sense from them was confusion. They may be suffering the effects from those drugs.” She stood up. “Sen-two, make our course to the Ragdorn Region. I want to check this out. I will use one of the chemical masks we have on board to protect myself but I don’t want to linger to long at that location.” “Very well: Mistress.” He shuffled off to prepare for takeoff. “NFour, I would like you to connect up to the belly gun. I would rather not shoot anyone but it’s best to be prepared.” The little droid tootled his consent and also moved up to the cockpit. Twyla retreated to her cabin and took off the dress she had been wearing. She hung it up in an area she had converted into a closet. Searching the tags, she found a form fitting jumpsuit that would allow for ease of movement. She slipped on a pair of boots and gloves and picked out a mask she could slip on under her hair. As she was finishing up, she felt the ship rise from the ground and slip into the upper atmosphere. Making her way to the cockpit, Twyla slipped into the co-pilot seat and took note of the passing terrain. The spring months were in full effect and she could tell that the trees had been soaking up as much rain as they could in the mountainous regions. The trip was a quick one. “Approaching the area where the life forms are detected: Mistress.” Turning to the cockpit window, Twyla reached out with the force, “Five humans, Sen-two. One will not make it much longer. They seem very confused and the only female of the group is moving very erratically. One seems to have climbed the communication tower and is yelling about something. The other two males seemed to be locked in some form of combat. Let’s go see if we can help.” Examining the best place to land, she instructed Sen-two to set the ship down within 50 meters of the life forms. She rose from the chair and proceeded to the exit ramp. As her and Sen-two walked to the back of the ship, the droid stopped her outside the cargo hold. “Mistress: I found this among some of the more personal items. Perhaps now would be a good time to give it to you.” He opened a small casket and pulled out a black cylindrical object with a slight curve to it. “This was mother’s war saber! I don’t know if she ever actually used it but once or twice. She much preferred the cortosis brand of vibrosword. Thank you, Sen-two. This will be less likely to cause a panic if they saw me carrying a regular sword.” She picked up a belt from the weapons rack and after buckling it, clipped the saber into place. Exiting the ship, Twyla heard the door to the belly gun slide open and the huge blaster locked itself down into place. Walking towards the humans, she could tell they were unaware of their presence despite the ship landing close by. As they got closer, the two who were wrestling, stopped and looked at the Miraluka and the droid. “Hey, Dan!” one said to the other. “Look it’s one of them blind persons! And she has a seeing eye droid!” He turned and looked at Twyla. “Hey blind girl! How many fingers do I have up?” He held up all ten fingers and one of them was missing from the second knuckle up. Twyla turned to him. “Nine fingers and a partial.” she said. Dan slapped the other guy on the back. “HA! She showed you, Grady! Ain’t no blind girl! Probably the droid is blind!” “Sez you!” “Sez you!” The two men went back to grappling. “Hello. Can I help you? Guys? Do you need help? I need to get you out of here. Hello?” Twyla sighed. “Come Sen-two, let’s check on the female.” Approaching the female, Sen-two spoke up. “Mistress: This female is attempting to access a facility map by viewing the blinking lights on what appears to be a malfunctioning landing beacon. She keeps viewing the lights and then tapping on the glass of the display. This is not a good sign.” Twyla agreed with him and approached the woman. “Hello? Can I help you?” The woman looked up startled. “Ooh! A Miraluka!” She approached Twyla. “Oh you’re wearing a breather mask. Are you ill?” She then whispered, “I’m a Doctor, you know. Dr. Janice Race. I can help you if you need it but I don’t like to flaunt it. Oh! Wait!” She ran back over to the display and began tapping on it again. “Dr. Race? How can I help you?” The woman looked up startled. “You know me? Oh. Hmmm. Maybe a patient? Well I’m trying to open this case because then I can pull Leo off the tower there by reaching into it and bending it down.” She pointed up at the comm tower and the display at the same time. She went back to tapping buttons on the glass. Twyla turned to Sen-two, “We have to find a way to convince her to go with us. This area is destroying their minds. I cannot use my force powers to influence her. Her mind is too far gone.” She mulled over some ideas in her mind. “Wait, I got it!” Twyla tapped her earpiece comm unit, “NFour, fermis la ventro pafilo. Mi volas ke vi funkciigas la motoroj.” Behind them they could hear The Folly’s belly turret slide back up into the skin. A few seconds later the engines went into warm up mode. She turned to the woman. “Dr. Race, I have an idea that will help get…Leo down from that tower but I need your help.” Dr. Race turned to look at Twyla. “Hmm? Oh, a Miraluka! What’s that? You can help Leo? He’s on that tower up there, you know.” “Yes. Let’s go and get him down. I have a way to do it. Please come with me.” The woman looked skeptical and Twyla could tell she was attempting to process what she had said. Looking back longingly at the broken beacon lights and the display, she allowed herself to be led away by Twyla. Sen-two started to head towards the two men they had met earlier. They were now laying on the ground next to each other. Twyla stopped him. “Won’t do any good now, Sen-two. We can no longer help them.” Janice Race noticed the two then. “Look at those slackers! Always trying to get out of doing their job! Wait until I report this.” “Yes, Doctor. We need to get into the ship first, though.” She continued to guide the Doctor up the ramp and steered her directly into the medbay. “Sedative, Sen-two.” “Ooh, sedative. Those are nice,” said Dr. Race as she lay on the table. Within a few minutes she was asleep. “Ok. Let’s go get the other one. I’m going to hull walk.” Sen-two made a squawk sound. “Mistress: I highly advise against such action. Very dangerous.” “I’m aware of the danger Sen-two. I will wear grav-boots and be tethered. Let’s get this thing in the air and over to that comm tower.” “Yes: Mistress.” Sliding on the grav-boots, Twyla talked to NFour. “Make sure you start a flush of the air in here. I want it to circulate out any of the bad air so that it will speed up the recovery time of these two.” NFour hooted his consent. Twyla made her way forward to the cockpit. “Ok now this is what I want to do. Approach the comm tower and slide body up against it in between the port side opening. This will get very tricky but I have faith in you Sen-two. I will tether up two lines and bring in this Leo with the other one….hopefully.” “Mistress: I must again object to this course of action. I do not wish to have to convince someone not to wipe my memory to become another person’s droid yet.” Twyla placed her hand on Sen-two’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, my friend. You’ll be taking orders from me for a long time before that happens. Let’s do this.” Returning to the mid-section, Twyla accessed the elevator and began tethering two lines onto the deck plates that had hooks in them. Checking resistance, she waited until Sen-two reported that he had positioned the starship where she wanted. Locking the access ports open, she had the lift take her out to the outer hull. Upon reaching the hull, she activated the grav-boots and made her way over to where Leo was clinging to the comm tower. He was still conscious but seemed to be slowly losing his grip on the tower. With eyes glazed over, he looked at Twyla as she approached him. He was not a big man and Twyla was glad of that. “I’m going to tether you up and take you into the ship, ok?” He just blinked at her. “Please stay where you are and let me hook you up.” Scooting along the surface of the hull, she came within touching distance of him. He looked at her again. “You’re not human. I’m tired and thirsty. Where is that data packet? Have you seen Janice? What’s a tether?” “Shhh,” Twyla cooed at him. “Just let me take care of this and I will answer all your questions. Dr. Race is waiting for you inside the ship.” “Ok, good.” He allowed Twyla to wrap the tether around him and with a little assistance from the force she pried him off the tower and onto the hull. Working their way back to the access port, Leo kept leaning more and more on Twyla and she had to keep readjusting her grip and nudge him along with the force. Upon reaching the opening she huddled up against him to hold him still while the mini-elevator lowered them back into the ship. When they got to the bottom, they were met by a pair of human hands that snagged up some of the weight from Twyla. “Dr. Race, shouldn’t you be asleep?” Twyla asked while she locked the access ports closed. “It takes a very strong sedative to knock me out. At least my head is clear and I can think again. Let’s get Leonard into the med bay.” “Ok, thank you.” She then called out to Sen-two. “I’m inside, Sen-two. Let’s get into high orbit.” The little ship moved away from the comm tower and proceeded into open space.