C'monnnnnn Keetael! C'mon baby!

I'm in the same boat. Must be some kind of weird flag attached to your toon that conflicts with throwing you onto another server as a new player. I plan to just quit the guild right before I go.

Go to the upper-right part of your screen and click on the drop-down under your name --> My Acccount --> Transfers link on the left.

I like the idea of a VIP section but there is very little to do up there short of perhaps some RP'ing. Just two little suggestions to roll the ball a tiny bit more toward being worth 1 million credits to get up there: 1. The jukebox. How about having every music selection from every cantina in the game be available up there? 2. A mailbox. Could we get one placed up there? Again... just a couple of small suggestions to spruce the place up a bit.

I'm sorry if this question was already asked in this thread... too lazy to read each post on all of the pages: I have one level 50 and a couple level 30+'s on the Republic side but no characters whatsoever on the Imperial side. Would I need to level my Imp to level 50 before unlocking or do I just need to have an Imp character of any level? Something tells me I need a 50 but I'm hoping it only needs to be level 15 or something. My guild is Republic and we run a lot of fun end-game content so I've never really had the inkling to start an Imp.

Thank you Bioware! Re-subbing for 6 months. Only thing I'm disappointed in is that I probably won't have the option of moving from my current PVE server to an RP-PVE server... but its my own dumb fault for not rolling on one in the first place. If/when paid transfers come around, I might just consider doing it depending on the cost. Again, thank you for not only the detail, but the speed of beginning this process.

No way. That would literally be paying for BW's mistake. I'd be very surprised if anyone answered yes to this question. I unsubbed last week but my sub isn't up until August. Until then (barring some great improvements in 1.3) I will continue playing mostly because I still have a few good friends left on my dead whale of a server.

Personally I can't wait for Magdalane to just totally lose it and jump on Iresso. :D:D:D

Obo approves! I really love how you do dialogue. You can really picture the scene and conversation in your head.

‘It’s a hole in the wall but the drinks are cheap’. Mina snorted as she recalled the words of wisdom she received from Quell. She was sure he meant well with his recommendation but she inwardly reminded herself to give her upstanding Besalisk friend a friendly punch in his neck the next time she was in his sector. The drinks were definitely cheap for a reason. Watered down… Served in a mug that probably hadn’t been washed since the last Imperial invasion. Mina cringed at the thought that the last person to have sipped from her cup may have been some brutish, sweaty Mandalorian. She grimaced at the thought and wiped her mouth with a sleeve that looked like it had not cleaned since before the last Imperial invasion. She spun lazily around in her barstool to survey the scene and wasn’t very surprised to see the usual array of degenerates. Death stick dealers, bounty hunters, jawas, and other affiliated scum huddled together in tight groups around pazaak tables with seemingly little interest in her… which suited her just fine. She was waiting for someone and after the tussle she had earlier and she really did not feel like drinking with anyone. She didn’t think she would have too much trouble keeping away unwanted advances considering she looked a mess. Her jet-black, chin length hair was tussled and knotted from the headlock she had recently received. Her leather pants, though alluringly snug, had several large tears in them which only served to accentuate her skinned knees. She couldn’t remember how she received that injury… probably from the fist that gave her the shiner and sent her sprawling. Her leather jacket was decorated with dust, spatters of her own blood, and little bits of random debris. Mina was simply too lazy to try to clean up. To top everything else off, her prized blaster that used to swung lazily on her hip had been stolen. She made a mental note to not take the shortcut down that alleyway to get to this place. She also noted that the hot suns of Tattooine made sweat leak down onto skinned knees and make them sting even more. She fidgeted in her chair to try to lessen the irritation a bit. She wished she were more like her cousin. Tough. Confident. Probably the most beautiful woman that Mina has ever met… but her opinion was probably biased. She was Mina’s hero and the older sister she has always wished she had. All of that beauty aside, Mina had never seen her lose a fight and she had seen her pretty little cousin in plenty of them. Much larger opponents were always caught off guard by Mina’s cousin’s sudden ferocity and uncanny ability to knock them unconscious quicker than Mina could even draw her now-missing blaster. She missed Miriah and wondered where she was. During her cursory scan of her surroundings, Mina made the unfortunate mistake of making eye contact with a humanoid of some kind who was unbelievably short and probably twice as hairy. Before she could even roll her eyes, he had squeezed past a pair of inebriated Kitonaks and tried in vain to straighten his disheveled appearance a little before reaching her. Mina already had her back to him and prayed for the little man to just disappear but, of course, her wish was not to be granted today. “Greetings to you, little lady.” Mina signed heavily and resigned herself to trying not to be rude. She didn’t want trouble and from her past experience, being rude was one sure-fire way to find trouble in a fine establishment such as this. She also did not miss the irony of such a short fellow calling her a ‘little lady’. She had to be five inches taller than he. “Good evening.” It was practically a whisper. Mina suddenly seemed to suddenly have an intense interest in something at the bottom of her mug as she kept her sad eyes downcast as if her drink might whisper to her a way to get rid of this guy. “Buy you a drink”, croaked the small man as he tried not to struggle too much to climb up onto the bar stool next to the haggard smuggler. “No thanks. I’m not staying long.” “It wasn’t a question. Shinzak! Can me and my new friend get a fresh round over here?” The hulking bartender skulked over and carelessly tossed two more piss-waters down in front of the pair. Some splashed up into Mina’s face and she didn’t bother to wipe it off. It was just that kind of day. She bit her split bottom lip in an attempt to keep herself from breaking down. She regretted that she was only able to hold onto a few credits before her assailant fled or she would have gone to a classier and less crowded joint. “My name is Chuck in case you were wondering, sweetheart.” The miniscule man next to her swung his feet like a child and shifted his swiveling seat like a child as he stared lustily at her. Mina finally glanced at him and the man winced. “Ouch! Looks like you just ran down beggar’s alley!” Mina couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at her own misfortune. “No. I should have run down beggar’s alley. I mistakenly walked down beggar’s alley.” Chuck stared in silence at her while scratching his hairy chest through the portion of his shirt which was open by two buttons too many. “The black eye only brings out their beautiful color, my dear”. Ah yes. Her eyes. Mina cursed them. They were the deepest shade of pure green and almost had a soft glow to them. They were large, warm, and perfectly symmetrical on her face (Or so her cousin had once told her). She inherited them from her father and she would never forgive him for it. Men of all species seemed drawn to them like ravenous Wookies to a dead animal. “Look Chuck… you seem like a very nice uh… guy…” “Oh I am, honey!” he interrupted, “In fact, why don’t we head back to my place across the street so I can show you how nice I am?” Mina’s mind raced. Something wasn't right here. Something was very wrong. This guy wasn't just annoying. Something in the core of her being told her that this man was very dangerous. “Sorry Chuck. I promised my brother that I would stop sleeping with handsome strangers in bars.” She flashed a quick, disarming smile. Chuck twisted the tip of his beard between two fingers; a gesture that Mina assumed meant that the little man was thinking of what to say next. “Where is this brother of yours?” “On his way. He’ll be here soon.” Mina hoped that she wasn’t lying. “Oh! Well! I’ll have you back real quick. REAL quick. Before he arrives. I promise. C’mon” “No!” Mina’s melancholy quickly became replaced with alarm. “It wasn’t a request! Now move!" Chuck suddenly seized hold of Mina’s sleeve and, with a strength she had not expected, yanked her forcefully from her barstool and dragged her a few feet toward the door. Several of the patrons laughed and cheered Chuck on as Mina struggled, yelped and scratched at the hands that has a vice grip on her clothing. A silhouetted figure stepped into the doorway before Chuck could make good his escape with his prize. The setting suns behind the figure almost seemed to give the figure an ominous orange glowing aura as it stepped into the cantina. Chuck stopped dead in his tracks and released his captive. Mina scooted away from him on her rump over the filthy floor… using her hands and feet to kick herself in reverse until her back bumped into the bar. Chuck, sensing something menacing about the newly-arrived stranger, tried to act casual and disappear back into the crowd toward the rear entrance to the cantina until he heard a familiar crack and hiss. Chuck growled at Mina without even looking at her, “Your brother is a damn Jedi!?” He gulped down the lump in his throat and slowly turned toward the front door. The silhouette was now wielding one of those hissing blue light sword-things that all in the cantina feared. Chuck hated lightsabers. Chuck hated the Jedi who used them even more. This one wasn’t even one of those petite attractive female Jedi either! He found that his prior bravery had slipped away from him like sand through a sieve. The crowd that was cheering him on a few seconds prior suddenly fell silent and returned to their drinks and games of chance… avoiding eye contact. Chuck had a fairly good idea of what was about to happen next and made a sudden dash to his left toward the rear exit but a quick blue flash appeared in his peripheral vision. For an instant, he felt himself hurtling toward the very back exit he wanted to pass through… only he felt his body pushed by an unknown force off his feet through the doorway. He was hoping that this wouldn’t happen but it sure beat having to deal with the lightsaber. Luckily for Chuck, his face broke his fall. When he finally spit out enough sand to breathe he turned to see a small ten foot trench through the sand to where he now sat. Just has he sighed in relief that the encounter with the Jedi was so over so quickly, the pain hit him. He laid on his back holding his face in his hairy hands and groaned in agony as curious onlookers passed him by without too much thought. Mina still sat propped up against bar, trying hard to regain her feet when the hooded man stepped out of the light streaming through the front door and into the shadows along with her and extended his hand. Mina’s eyes teared up as the familiar and handsome face of her brother appeared out from under the hood of his Jedi-brown robes and quickly raised her from the muck. At least at that moment he seemed handsome to her. She couldn’t hold it back any longer. Her arms involuntarily wrapped themselves tight around his neck and strong sobs escaped her lips. So lost in her own fear and misery was Mina that she barely felt the arms lift her gently off her feet off the floor and carry her through the front entrance. The Jedi and the bloodied pretty girl with the sparkling, jade green, watery eyes were gone as quickly as the Jedi had appeared. The scum seated and loitering around inside the bar breathed easier. One leaned from his chair at one of the tables to improve his view out the back door where Chuck still cradled his stinging face. The alien leaned back toward his friends occupying his table, muttered something in a guttural language to his companions and they all broke out in laughter. “What were you thinking, Mina?” Her brother had set her down on some kind of pastaseal container a safe distance away from the bar. “After the day I had, I needed a drink. And I was just a wee bit light in the pockets.” She smirked up at him and winced in pain as she re-opened the cut on her lip. The smirk quickly disappeared. She squinted against the dying evening light of one of Tattooine’s suns as she gazed up at him. “Thanks for answering my holocall, Obo.” “Would you please stop calling me that?” Mina teased him. “What? Why? That’s your name!” “My name is Obomonus.” “Ooooh! Tough Jedi-guy needs his name to sound more like the word ‘ominous’! “Shut up Mina.” His Jedi calm could only ever be broken by his annoying little sister. “Want to explain why the hairball in the cantina beat you up so badly?” “It wasn’t him that did this to me. The one in the bar was just some stooge”. “That stooge seemed to be getting the best of you”. “Hey! I was already wounded. It wasn’t a fair fight.” It was Obo’s turn to smirk. “Mina, I’ve never seen you win a fair fight.” Tears once more welled in her eyes. She didn’t know why, but his sarcastic comment stung. Obo sat on the container opposite of her, stretched his legs and felt pity for his younger sibling. “After I got your Holo. I came as fast as I could. At first, I thought you just needed credits again but I sensed that you were in danger of some kind.” Obo paused for a moment awaiting an explanation from Mina that never came. “Wait. You don’t need credits again, do you?” Mina said nothing but just looked at Obo with her glittering eyes and tried her best impersonation of a lost puppy. “Ohhh. Mina… I can’t keep doing this. The Jedi aren’t rich you know.” Mina pouted and batted her eyelashes. “Oh geez. How much do you need this time?” “A thousand to get my ship out of hoc plus pocket change.” “A thousand credits!? Why is your ship impounded?” “Well. I kind of skipped out on paying the local Hutt his parking fee last time I was here.” “Kinndo the Hutt again?” Obomonus gave his sister a disapproving look. She gave him a nod. Obo sighed again. “Mina, I don’t have a thousand credits to give you but let’s go talk to Kinndo and I’ll see what I can do.” He paused thoughtfully a moment and raised an eyebrow. “Where’s that rug of yours hiding?” “Bowdaar’s in hoc too. Kinndo the Hutt isn’t letting him off the ship.” A pause in the conversation allowed Mina to look up and closely examine her brother’s face. She burst out in laughter regardless of the pain in her mouth that resulted from doing so. Obo looked at his sister, puzzled. “What? Why are you laughing? This isn’t exactly a funny situation you’re in!” After Mina was done being double-over, she simply pointed at her brother’s face. “You look ridiculous!" “What? The beard?” “Is that what you’re calling it?” “Yes!” Obo reached up and smoothed out his so-called ‘beard’. No one ever seemed to like it as much as he did. It was a perfectly manicured 1 inch long beard that covered his entire face except for the chin which was shaved clean. As a child Obo was a huge fan of the pod races and his favorite racer, Fin Cenzo, wore his beard the same exact way. “Well, I like it. It’s a very traditional cut.” Mina grinned impishly up at him. “Okay Mr. Old-Fashioned. You better be careful where you go or people are going to start calling you ‘The Stash’!!!” She yelped with laughter once more until a dry heave cut it short and instead made her cough. Obo’s eyes glowered as much as any trained Jedi’s could. “It’s… a… beard.” "No its not, Obo! It’s just sideburns and a mustache interconnected!”, she coughed. Obo made an annoyed dismissive gesture with is hand. “Enough about the beard, Mina. Let’s focus here. Why did you have dealings with Kinndo? Have you been running guns again because if so, I swear I’ll…” His kid sister cut him short. “No! I have not been running guns, brother!”, Mina spat. “This was a shipment of droids. Kinndo the Hutt wanted droids. So I brought him droids.” Obo raised a doubtful eyebrow and looked at her expectantly. Mina feigned utter surprise that her brother didn’t believe her in a brilliant display over overacting and then continued with her explanation as if there had never been an eyebrow. “Two astromechs. One interpretor. Six guard droids. I was going to use the profits from them to pay off my overdue parking fee” Obo’s eyebrow was still raised. “So why did Kinndo seize your ship and the wookie?” Mina scratched her head and gave a great deep sigh that seemed to come from her dusty leather boots. “He said something about how they were not the droids he was looking for. But it’s on my work order which I have if he’d only allow me to get it!” “Allow you to get it? Where is it?” Mina couldn’t help but smirk a bit and throw her hands up in a gesture of surrender “On my ship, of course." Obo shook his head incredulously. “C’mon Mina. Let’s go pay your ship a visit. One way or another, we’ll get into your vessel and get the work order and then I will go and have a chat with this Kinndo the Hutt character.” He stood up, stretched some kinks out of his back and assisted Mina into a standing position herself. Together they set off with the sunset at their back toward what could be best described as Kinndo’s Parking Lot. Mina made a quip about her brother’s robes and asked why the Jedi Order seemed to have an issue with any color besides brown or grey-ish brown. She received a playful smack in the back of her head as a response. Somewhere in the distance, the furious howls of a wookie split Tattoine's sizzling dusk air. Mina's pace quickened. Her brother tried to keep up.

I unsubbed yesterday morning but since I was a 6-monther, I still have around 90 days left after the free 30 days they gave out. I quite enjoy the game probably because I came in with zero expectations considering it was my first-ever MMO experience. I also very much enjoy the people I've befriended and the guild that I'm in. But that being said, Keetael is one of the worst servers in terms of population and has been since launch. I had no idea until coming to these forums that 10-ish people at peak time on the station (or less than 50 on all worlds on republic side) was considered unusually low. I have unsubbed because if the transfers don't happen before 8/18/2012, then BW is too pathetic for me to handle. Will I re-up if transfers happen before then? Maybe. It depends on how well these transfers are handled. What will the rules of free transfers be? How much would a paid transfer cost? How smoothly will the transition occur? Will it become another 1.2 fiasco? How populated will the combined server actually be? Will my new server's population grow? Stay static? Drop? There are just too many variables and unanswered questions for me not to un-sub. This way, I feel that I've done my small part and have voiced my opinion to BW that these transfers/merges/whatever should have happened a month ago at minimum. I hope BW surprises me and these things come in June as I expect... is a relatively smooth process...has very few bugs... and does actually address the situation instead of merely postponing the inevitable possibility that this game will continue to decline.

Hang in there. I'm just like you in that I've always been a single-character kind of person. I too am wallowing on a low-pop server... Keetael... one of the lowest out there. Even though the server doesnt have many people on it, I am part of a small guild who still regularly runs progression, FP's, and the other fun little things that crop up in SWTOR (+10 crons, rakgoul disease thing, etc). BUT... if you pay month-by-month by many others out there, it might be of benefit to move now if the low population is absolutely killing your love of the game. I'm sure your one character will still be offered the transfer when the time comes if your server is like mine. Best of luck in whichever path you decide to take.

I always feel insanely jealous when I hear someone calling 50 people on republic station light. I dream of that happening on the Keetael server where I get excited to see 20 during peak time. Saw it as high as 28 one time during Free Trial week. The only plus side that I can say with certainty is that due to the server being low population, everyone on the server is quite familiar with each other and is generally nice to each other. It makes for a pleasant experience albeit a lonely one at times. Will we get server merges? I too would like that. I believe transfers are more likely and more feasible at this time for Bioware though. Transfer people off the servers and shut the old servers off so new players dont accidentally roll on them and create the whole issue all over again.

They typically wait for people at galactic market or vendors or anyone who looks like they might be AFK. Maybe 'chased down' wasnt the right term but with a low server population and just about everyone thats infected looking for fresh people to infect, finding someone that is not infected is a prize for these people.

Heh. Not on my server. Typical number of people on station at peak times: 15