According to the launcher, it is showing patch 3.3.2 notes, not 6.1.4. So presumably that means that is what it's reorganizing for. I tried to close out and start over again, but was given the notification that I would have to redownload the entire game if I interrupted the reorganizing. There is no customer service on Sundays. Did anyone else have this problem?

Tried to do a tactical FP on PTS with 3 other players to test things out. Got the Battle of Ilum through Groupfinder, which caused one of the other players to complain and leave immediately. Since it was a Tactical/Story Mode FP, we weren't worried, until we encountered the second group of adds and two of the Imperial troopers were NOT synced to the player levels for the FP (49 I think for the players). One of the adds was level 57 and the other was level 60. We could not damage them and couldn't speeder past because of other adds later on that would cause the adds in question to catch up. Unable to progress. Group disbanded.

It has nothing to do with the GTN prices and everything to do with being able to squeeze more real life cash out of players.

The term "skank tank" originated from pvp, particularly from team ranked matches where teams were using tanks in dps gear and/or spec to try to one up the competition. As I described earlier, it was a player using a class that could tank that would be in tank spec but dps gear. In pvp, at least you had to be in tank spec to get in the matchmaker, but for FP groupfinder, this requirement isn't there and anyone can queue for whichever roles their class can perform regardless of what spec or gear they're in. PVP was largely the only place you would encounter such (along with a few Operations Boss encounters where only one real tank is required), but as I mentioned earlier, I'm running into more and more of them in the Master FP queues.

As long as you don't try to game the system and make others suffer for it, no one would ever accuse you of being one. Or do you not have any idea what I'm referring to?

While this may not technically be a "single player game", Bioware turned it into one over the last two years by deliberately focusing only on single player content and basically allowing any Multiplayer aspects of the game to rot. One of the side effects of this was that a lot of the veteran players who knew how to do group content left the game and were replaced by "solo mode heroes" or "I have 248 gear heroes" who don't know how to properly play their roles or pay attention to mechanics. While Pugging always had the potential to turn out badly before if you got a bad draw, now I'm encountering a lot more skank tanks and fake heals in the queues. They have dps gear, but queue up instead for the heals or tank role to get faster pops. It's not something that matters on Veteran Mode for the most part, but if you're doing Master Mode FP's, it's not going to cut it. And if you do say something to them about being in the wrong gear/spec for the role they're in, they ragequit or expect the rest of the group to carry them because they "do it all the time".

Just tried to login and it says I'm 203rd in the queue list...even as a sub. lol EDIT: Queue vanished for unknown reasons.

1. Crappy and Ridiculous excuse for story writing. 2. Excessive amounts of RNG and grinding added to the game as a stand in to mask lack of actual content. 3. Mistreatment of Companions in story, customization, availability, and purpose. 4. Lies and Misleading from BW on a variety of topics. 5. Technical and Creative Incompetence/Laziness in tackling Game Bug fixes, Class Balancing, and Design decisions from BW. 6. Unwillingness by BW/EA to invest in the future of the game despite wanting us to keep paying sub fees for it. 7. All desirable in game items now only attainable through the CM instead of in-game activities. 8. The destruction of the MMO playerbase by starving the game of MMO content for far too long. There are a number of other things, but they are all minor compared to these. This game could be one of the top 3 MMOs in the world right now with a competent studio. Instead, we're more or less in "Milk-it-til-it-drops" mode before I surmise they close it down when Anthem launches.

I second this heartily! #bringbackwatchertwo Shara Jenn>Kaliyo + Raina Temple

I find it absolutely hilarious that people in this thread complain about the item price set in a virtual game with fake currency, but then think it far more virtuous to turn around and use real life money to buy one. Logic?

I decided against putting the author's notes at the end of the last chapter because they were quite lengthy. So here goes: Author's Notes for Episode 7 1. The Scions aren't developed very much in the game. They're just kind of there whenever the plot requires them to be. So it's a fun puzzle for me to develop what an order of Force Seers would believe,act, and behave like. Ashara was the obvious candidate due to both her disillusionment with both Jedi and Sith codes as well as her ease of connection to Force Spirits. 2. There's a huge disconnect that I feel I have to address that gets glossed over in the KotFEET chapters. The player character confronts Valkorion in the throne room at the start, and knows from the presence he senses that it is the same as the Sith Emperor, but after that chapter, Valkorion is gone. Realistically, no one else would know this was true. The Zakuulans would've known nothing of the Sith Emperor, and certainly wouldn't believe "Outsider propaganda" that their dear leader was in actuality, a planet eating murderer. Even the people in Republic/Imperial space and even the Player character Companions would not know that Vitiate/Valkorion were the same except perhaps some of the most powerful Force users, and there would be no reason for the general populace to believe them. In the story, when characters like Senya and Koth get confronted with this, they resist the idea for all of a couple lines of dialogue before accepting it for some inexplicable reason. It's what the first season of KotFE SHOULD have been about. Convincing others to join your cause despite the obstacles thrown at you by this dilemma and all the while narrowly avoiding Arcann and his minions and having Valkorion whispering doubts in your mind. 3. Ashara's vision is highly symbolic and I spent a lot of time trying to fit in as many symbolic details as possible. Of course, we as players have the hindsight to know what a lot of it means, but these characters do not. 4. The fic is getting plenty of views, but no one is saying anything. So, I must be doing something right...or wrong. Not sure.

Episode 7 Asylum Space Station "By the Omnipotence of Izax.....with the Compassion of Scyva....through the rage of Tyth....for the passion of Aivela....to be tested by Esne....and hated by Nahut..." droned the repeated chants of the Scions of Zakuul in one of the innermost chambers of their enclave. Walking slowly forward between the kneeling chanters, Ashara Zavros had divested herself of her old robes she had worn as both a Jedi and a Sith apprentice. She now wore a simple one piece tunic made of Inyakid hide. Walking forward, she ascended a few steps to where Heskal, their leader, stood with an expressionless visage, his light blue eyes shining brightly beneath gray eyebrows. "Be reborn" he exhorted amongst all the chanting, stepping aside and gesturing behind him to a small pool with an old sculpture of some sort placed in the middle. As he did so, two Scions stepped in from the side and poured large pitchers of what Ashara knew to be the blood of an Inyakid Matron into the small pool. Heskal then extended his hand and activated the statue somehow through the force. Its eyes glowed yellow before causing the pool of Inyakid blood to swirl and bubble, sending up wreaths of reddish orange plumes that swirled around the pool area in misty clouds of reddish orange, punctuated only by the glowing yellow eyes of the statue itself. Then the chants changed. Instead of all of the Scions chanting the same verses back to back, they now broke into groups with each one chanting one phrase of the chant repeatedly but also at the same time as the other. The cacophony of chants immediately ratcheted the tension up, and Ashara balked for a moment, wondering if she would be harmed if she stepped in the fountain, or if this was all a big mistake on her part. "There is no going back now..." hissed Heskal quietly just behind her. He was right. There was no going back. She had come to them. This was her path, painful though it might be. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and stood silently as the two Scions by the fountain came to her sides and helped her out of the Inyakid hide tunic. The chanting then increased in volume, growing louder and louder. "Remember to keep your eyes open..." hissed Heskal again from behind her as she stepped right to the edge of the pool. Ashara was surprised to hear Heskal's exhortation, particularly since Oramis had told her the same thing earlier, but she hadn't expected to get advice at all from him. Until she was reborn as one of them, she was still deemed an Outsider. Raising her arms out to each side, Ashara took a deep breath as the chants continued to increase in volume, now to the point of shouts. Then she stepped into the fountain. Immediately, her entire body was sprinkled and misted by the Inyakid Matron's blood. Her gut reaction was to recoil, close her eyes, and cover herself. Instead, she kept her eyes open, gritting her teeth even as her eyes began to sting and burn from the mist getting in them. Keeping her arms out to her sides, she heard no more chanting, but was vaguely aware of a growing rumbling. Using every ounce of will power to keep her stinging eyes from closing, she tried to focus on the glowing yellow eyes of the statue. Just as she opened her mouth to scream in agony, it seemed as if everything faded away and she was suddenly lying on a snowy plain. Getting to her feet, she was surprised not to be cold as well as finding herself dressed in her old Jedi robes, but her marvel was short lived as a distant rumbling grew louder and louder. As she turned to see what was causing the noise, she was surprised to see Arcann, the hated adversary of the Scions, walking slowly towards her. He said nothing, and Ashara readied her lightsabers as he withdrew his and ignited it. Then, to her surprise, he kept on walking, ignoring her completely and continuing to walk further away. Unsure of what else to do, Ashara followed him at a distance for a short ways until she saw figures kneeling on the snowy tundra. As she got closer, she saw that they were Scions...all of them were Scions, though some of them were with their families as they knelt. Arcann still said nothing and to her horror, immediately set about slaughtering them with his lightsaber and considerable force powers. "Wait! STOP!" Ashara screamed as she ran closer. As she ran, though, she was aware of a vague, distant presence in the Force, as if she was not the only one watching what was unfolding in front of her. She had felt this before. There had to be a Force Spirit nearby or somehow connected to this vision. She froze for a moment, conflicted over her course of action. If she stopped to meditate, Arcann would continue cutting Scions and their families down, their screams echoing across the frozen plateau, but if she tried to intercede, she would likely not find out anything about the mysterious Presence in the Force. Trying to block out the screams of those dying to Arcann's fury, Ashara sank down onto the frozen ground, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks as her conscience stung her with a guilty pang over her choice. Summoning her willpower, she nervously assumed a meditative kneeling position on the snowy ground, but she could not block out the screams of the dying. The pain, loss, and agony kept interjecting themselves into her thoughts like scything blows. Putting her hands to her ears, she clenched her eyes shut and desperately tried to focus on the ghostly presence. She hunched over on her knees, almost bringing her face to the ground, but was finally able to focus enough on the mysterious distant presence. As she focused more and more on it, the closer it seemed to get. Suddenly, it seemed almost next to her, and she opened her eyes, startled to see a figure in a dark cloak emerging from the frozen ground nearby. It appeared out of nothing, but rose up out of the frozen ground slowly, as if ascending invisible stairs. It...briefly turned to regard her, and Ashara froze. The face was a shifting pallet of faces, some old, some young, some male, some female. Most appeared human, but they appeared so briefly, she couldn't tell. She watched as the mysterious apparition walked slowly toward Arcann, who seemed oblivious to it. Ashara thought for sure something would happen when the apparition reached Arcann, but instead, it merely followed in his trail as he continued to cut down the Scions and their families. The she noticed that the apparition was growing in size. Moving closer, she noticed that as it followed in Arcann's wake, it was absorbing the essences of those Arcann was killing, then she noticed for the first time that the Scions weren't fighting back at all. She had thought they were just helpless in the face of Arcann's power, but they weren't resisting at all. Some even eagerly offered themselves and their loved ones in a horrific display of sacrifice as Arcann gave them no regard or quarter before cutting them down, the apparition moving slowly behind Arcann to absorb what was left. Growing larger and larger, the thing was now several feet taller than any normal human and still growing. "Wait! Can't you see what you're doing!" Ashara screamed at her fellow Scions that were left. Then the apparition turned to look at Ashara, and she saw its face again. This time it wasn't a changing series of images, it was the face of an old man, looming large over her. She couldn't recall seeing that face before, but his eyes immediately drew her gaze, his pupils black like the heart of a black hole. He was still growing in size, even as he took several steps, advancing on Ashara. Then a terrible laughter rumbled out of him and shook the frozen tundra. Ashara tried to get a sense of the apparition's intentions, but she immediately was rebuffed as if a much greater force had swatted away her efforts. She began to realize this was a mistake as the apparition grew even larger, put his arms out to his sides and opened his mouth, sucking in the essence of the Force from all around, devouring, consuming, destroying everything. Ashara heard the loud cracking in the frozen tundra as an earthquake rumbled and threatened to destroy all beneath her as the apparition continued to devour all before it. Fleeing was futile, as the vortex around the devouring maw of the apparition was so great that Ashara could not stay on her feet. Stabbing into the ground with her lightsabers, all she could do was scream before she was wrenched from the ground and drawn into the growing darkness of the void... "NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ashara screamed as she bolted upright. She glanced around wildly to find the faces of Heskal, Tersu, Berusal, and Oramis all regarding her with intense scrutiny. Breathing wildly, and relieved she was back in the Enclave, she sank back onto the mat on the floor, closing her eyes and reopening them to ensure she was back with the Scions and not still in the vision. Thankfully, none of them asked her immediately about what she had seen. Instead, she was given water and food before being allowed to rest. At some point during her Vision, they had clothed her in basic Scion robes and given her a complete set upon waking. After a day of rest recovering from the experience, she was unsurprised to see Heskal, Oramis, Tersu, Berusal, Zaxun and several other Scions whose names she didn't know enter the general quarters area where she had been given a rudimentary sleeping pad for a bunk. Seating themselves cross legged on the floor around her, Heskal broke the silence. "You are one of the first to be blessed with a Vision in some time. Tell us, what have you seen?" Heskal declared, fixing her with those bright, almost white eyes. "I was on a frozen plain, dressed in my old Jedi robes...." Ashara began, growing more confident as time passed. Some time later, when she had finished reciting what she had seen several times, the Scions were silent, all of them seeming to be lost in thought. "Visions are not usually this long" Oramis finally replied, a slight frown marring the usual stoic expression on her face. "Or in such detail" Berusal added. "Still, the Force has given us a glimpse of something, symbolic, it seems" Heskal ventured "It will take some time meditating to sort it all out. In the mean time, I suggest you show our newest sister the Protection Ward" he continued, nodding to Oramis as he finished. Wordlessly, Ashara departed her quarters, following Oramis through a series of corridors further into the heart of the enclave. She was surprised to find herself being led into a thick doorway guarded by two Scions and two guard droids. None of the other rooms or hallways had guards that she had seen so far. Entering a room that was larger than it first appeared, she found herself looking at a number of enclosures with....people in them. The enclosures were about the size of a normal set of bunk beds with walls at the each end and force fields on either side and over the top, but Ashara's gaze was immediately drawn to the people inside the enclosures. They weren't Knights of Zakuul, lowlifes, or enemies of any sort. They were Scions, or at least had been. Most of them wore the robes of the Scions, though many of them had torn and ripped them. Moving closer to one of the enclosures, Ashara stood transfixed as she looked at the young woman inside. Haggardly thin, her hair had been shaven off and her eyes fluttered around wildly as she rolled around languidly on the floor. Her arms were restrained by the particular cloak she wore, apparently designed to be a strait jacket of sorts. "What happened to them?" Ashara asked, kneeling and trying to look into the unsteady gaze of the young woman inside. "The Force is the most powerful thing in the Galaxy, but the mind...is only so powerful. Sometimes the visions are too much" Oramis replied sadly as she walked on past. "The Visions themselves are too powerful?" "Or what they see in a Vision proves too difficult for the mind to accept" "They cannot be...saved?" were the only words Ashara could think of, walking past another enclosure where a man who would've been a foot taller than her huddled in a corner, tear streaks marring his cheeks as he muttered incoherent things to himself. "One cannot unsee what has already been seen" Oramis replied, continuing to walk on "One can only learn to make sense of it and accept it for what it is" "Why not allow them to get some sort of...treatment?" Ashara queried, looking at the twisted bodies and empty stares as they walked by enclosure after enclosure. "It would be both dangerous...and impractical" Oramis replied as if it was obvious. "I can understand with Arcann hunting us how it would be dangerous....but why impractical?" puzzled Ashara. "There are no medicines or doctors who can fix what ails those here. Only being able to reconcile what they have seen will bring them back, and there is no one that can do that for them" Oramis replied, stopping before one particular enclosure. "But...if they could find some sense of peace--" Ashara started to reason before Oramis cut her off. "Look at him" she nodded toward the bald older man sitting in the corner of the enclosure, passively staring lifelessly, almost as if asleep "He has plenty of peace, but he lacks purpose" Ashara stared at the passive eyes for a moment before Oramis continued. "The Scions are not in the business of finding peace, like the Jedi. Nor do we seek power, like the Sith. No, the Scions are in the business of seeking and fulfilling the purpose for ourselves, for Zakuul, and for the Future. Is that not why you came to us?" "Y-yes...I suppose so" Ashara replied timidly, still staring at the vacant eyes of the man in the enclosure. "Heskal instructed me to show you the Protection Ward as a warning. If you cannot handle the Visions granted to you by the Force, you may end up here" "Have any of them ever recovered?" Ashara asked as they moved on. "Not...recently, but back when we served Emperor Valkorion, many did recover" "Why do you suppose that is?" "Too many Scions do not know their purpose anymore, and lack the resolve of both mind and body to perform their duties" Oramis answered coldly before softening her tone "but...also, the Emperor seemed to have a way of clearing confusion, and making our paths clear" Ashara was weighing asking more about Valkorion, but found Oramis staring intently at her. "You have been blessed with a Vision, but be careful. Peering into the mysteries of the Force is not for the faint of heart. I do not wish a fate like this on anyone" Oramis declared, strongly at first before turning and muttering the last part as they looked at the enclosures. Ashara silently contemplated this as they moved to depart, but Oramis stopped at one of the enclosures. "Oh dear, we'll have to shave her head again" Ashara sadly noted the young woman inside, who's shoulder length blonde hair was disheveled and bits were pulled out and laying on the floor. She wasn't wearing the same Scions robes that the others were. Instead, she wore a loose brown tunic and lay on her side while drawing shapes on the floor. "Who is she?" Ashara asked, noting for the first time there was nothing on the enclosures to identify those contained inside. "Yvenna....Yvenna?" Oramis gently called her name to no avail. "Yvenna?" Ashara knelt and called gently to her, but the young woman simply turned away from them. "She is Heskal's daughter. Two years ago, she was sent with a group of Scions to a shrine on Voss to investigate the possible Visions we might receive there, but the Knights of Zakuul attacked. They killed all of them but Yvenna, and then tortured her for the location of Heskal. Refusing to give in to them, they tormented her for days, even broadcast some of it to try forcing Heskal out of hiding. Eventually....her mind broke, but the Knights of Zakuul had grown lax and were ambushed by Gormak. I suppose they saw no threat from her and let her be after slaughtering the Knights. We found her like this, surrounded by the dead on Voss" Ashara could see scars of cuts, burns, and force lighting running across any expanse of skin that showed outside the brown jerkin. "So she was not driven mad by Visions, but still she is confined here?" Ashara snapped back faster than she meant to. Oramis gave her the briefest frown back. "We tried keeping her in a regular room, but you see how she is" Oramis nodded at her torn and knotted hair. Ashara tried to keep the bile from rising in her throat as she angrily considered the tormented girl's plight. "Still, somewhere, there is still a light in the darkness of her mind" Oramis muttered as she knelt down and stared at some complex etchings made in the end wall of the enclosure. Their musings were interrupted by Berusal. "We have questions regarding the Vision" he announced while demurely gesturing out of the Protection Ward. None of them said anything as they departed the Protection Ward, but Ashara's mind turned back to her vision and the only conceivable explanation to the strange entity. There was only one person or thing that could devour life on such a scale....the Old Sith Emperor Vitiate, but he was supposed to be dead, defeated by Darth Nox and her strike team 4 years ago. She knew she would have to confront them with the possibility that their "benevolent" Emperor Valkorion was either possessed by or at least influenced in some way by the former Sith Emperor. But would they believe her? .

1. My Sniper is still pining for the lovely Shara Jenn. #bringbackwatchertwo 2. I'm sure there are plenty of Troopers who'd love to see a recovered Sargeant Jaxo return to the fight. 3. Players have been crying for a legit Satele Shan romance since before the game was launched. 4. Shae Vizla should have been a legit romance option for Bounty Hunters. 5. Senya has already been mentioned, but I would find it highly offputting if they did put one in but don't allow for a Satele Shan one (I know she's canonically supposedly 67 by the time you find her playing botche balls with Marr out in the woods, but she looks nowhere near that old). 6. Acina should have been a legit romance option for Sith players. 7. Both Female Troopers and Smugglers should have another romance option in Jonas Balkar. 8. Why was Vette or Kaliyo not allowed to be Romanced by other classes? 9. Veroa Denz or Sana Rae should have been legit Romance options. *Come on Bioware. Players won't replay a storyline for one or two flirt lines, but they will for a legit Romance with a beloved character that gets conversationS and screen time with.

Almost all the things you've pointed out are in Kotet, well after people pitched a fit for the rightfully panned Kotfe "choices" not mattering. Their mistake(s) were misleading players and then implementing poor design choices. Hallways filled with Skytroopers got old real fast, and contriving players into repeated "fake dilemmas" only exacerbated it. Throw in some retcons, lore nonsense, and complete disconnection from previous story content, and you should understand why so many players hold KotFEET in such disdain. What do you hope for when you make choices? Obviously, you make choices to get a desired outcome, but if all the game gives you are the same outcomes, regardless of what you chose to do, then...guess what, your choice didn't matter one iota. Obviously No, of course not. That's why that petition got started before 4.0 released to make sure the choices didn't make any difference. #sarcasm The entire xpacs are on rails. Levels, hallways, even mob spawns. It's not just the story. Mass Effect 2 Baldur's Gate 2 (maybe, little fuzzy on that since I haven't played it in years) The Witcher games Elder Scrolls Skyrim (some wouldn't consider it a great story game, but your choices result in vastly different outcomes for most of the non-main quests). I think you're failing to understand what "on rails" means for a story. All stories have a start and end point, but in an MMO, that can be an open ended end point since the game (presumably) will continue to get added onto. Also, having the same start and end point is no problem, but not having any different path to getting there is, particularly for a game that started off with 8 different story characters all partaking of the same Universe and events with different companions, quests, alignments, and choices. Never played any of these except KOTOR 1 & 2, and those two games both blow away KotFEET in terms of story, character development, and lore. No, it isn't Well, let's see. In the KOTOR games, the player has to deal with murder mysteries, puzzles, feuding NPC groups, Companion issues, and vastly different outcomes for the main storyline in the first one at least (destroy friends and the Republic to embrace the Star Forge and the DS, or resist the temptation, rescue companion, and destroy the Star Forge). KotFEET has almost NONE of these things and the ones it does have, are mere shadows of the ones in the KOTOR games. Because they are. Maybe read any of the DOZENS of threads about it back when they were launched, or did you think that time would erase their flaws?

Both straight Male Agent LI options are pretty awful tbh. Even Lana Beniko wouldn't work well for a Male Agent. That's why I keep saying to bring back Watcher Two (Shara Jenn)! #bringbackwatchertwo #don'tleaveuswiththetwopsychos