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I just came across this issue last night. So, for anyone else who is led here through diligent Google searching, here is what I found:
There are three prison cells. They have to be opened in order but that's easy (or should be) since the first one is near the front of the cave instance and the last one is at the back with the middle one, you guessed it, in the middle. The issue is that apparently the first one is easy to overlook, leading one to believe that the second one is actually the first one. But the second and third ones WILL NOT open or even show as highlighted unless you open the first one.
So, if they're not working, just retrace your steps to find the actual first cell. If you missed it for the same reason I did (you're blowing through the cave on a max level assassin) then it should not be any problem.
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Årakhan will be there to take notes for Sine Mortem. I'm not sure yet what our GM's schedule is but she will more than likely be there as well. I will post her name here once I confirm her attendance.
Thanks for putting this together!
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Coruscant Delta Company was also there. I was there (Doc) as a liaison to take notes for our GM, Raven.
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The summit was great and had an awesome turnout! Thanks to everyone who organized it! I'm looking forward to seeing what you put together with the recordings, Crimsonas.
Gabirel, were you the one that did the Picard impersonation? That was disturbing lol - but hilarious!
I can't wait to see the fruits of the summit in the next few weeks.
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I Ike the last two posts, and especially your idea, Kiko - it seems the idea of creating a multiple-lock system of some kind would give strikes a purpose, such as cleaning out the bomber nests like you said. Although, BW meant for strikes to me multi-purpose / jack-of-all-trades, right? I just don't understand the utility of a multi-purpose fighter in GSF as it is right now. Giving the strikes some teeth does make sense. I'm still new though, so maybe I'm just doing it wrong.
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I haven't read the entire 43 pages (currently) of this thread and I don't know all the ships or their loadouts by heart. And while I think it's awesome that BW devs are taking an interest in GSF, I find it odd that the striker is the first thing they're looking at. The phrase that comes to mind is "rearranging furniture on a ship that's going down". I believe we should forget about strikers for now. Yes, they need a speed boost or a faster lock-on time, or something like that to be as competitive as the other ships, but that is not going to bring more players to GSF.
Asking the small GSF community what changes they would make to the jack-of-all-trades Strike Fighter isn't really helping the community. It only helps those of us hardcore GSF'ers willing to stick it out with the lop-sided dice rolls.
What GSF needs is:
- A Better Tutorial
The tutorial needs to provide the choice to fly different ships to learn how they work and the option to fly against other players with less than 'x' number of games. Let noobs fight noobs in stripped down ships to learn the game.
- Some kind of match-making / boosting system
There should be some sort of leveling system for better match-making (either visible or behind the scenes), or even some sort of mild boosting system to get pilots close to the same level. WZ's do this and most players already know how to play their toon at least a little bit. GSF is a whole new ball game. GSF for a beginner is like a level 1 with no gear going into a WZ against a level 60 with full PVP gear. If a new person is trying to GSF at that "level 1" stage and they join a random group that winds up facing a pre-made group who are all at the "level 60" stage - it blows a lot of new players out of the game. I quit for a long time, at first, because of this. It just seemed that only the players that played GSF all day could do this.
- Legacy Wide
GSF is a totally different animal. I think making ships available across a player's legacy should be something to at least investigate. When I play my alts, I don't play GSF, and I know other people do the same. If the GSF hangar was legacy wide, we would totally play GSF on our alts. If the average is 6 alts per player, that is a LOT of game hours across a server that are being missed and I think it cuts Bioware's GSF revenue stream off at the knees.
- Inter-server Queues
I've heard this was impossible. Well, maybe not impossible, but so impractical that it will never be on the table. I still think it should be considered. Faster queues, more buzz, more interest = more Cartel Coins being spent.
The bottom line - more people are not going to join a fleet because one ship is sort of fixed - people will join the fleet when the fleet is fixed. If Bioware could double the participation in GSF, wouldn't that mean increased profits for the company? I'm pretty sure it would at least be more fun for the players.
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The Short Fic Weekly Challenge Thread!
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Big spoiler but this part of the story has been out for 5 years. Still enclosing in spoiler tag just in case, and for space conservation.
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Title: Forbidden History – Our Galactic Hero
Character: Darth Paingur
Date: ~17 ATC
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The “interview room” was a tiny storage area in one of the back rooms at the Dealer’s Den on Coruscant. It was a respectable place as far as underworld gulp and guzzle crime hubs go. The floor was still sticky and the place always smelled like the cheapest Alderaanian nectar perfume. The spilt ale that made the floor so sticky was there to balance out the perfume with the sweet stench of what could have just as easily been explained by saying a whomp rat pissed itself and died behind the bar a week ago – and it’s still there. With the music that was too loud and the occasional shouting and blaster fire here and there, Vette felt almost like she was home.
Vette let out a seemingly forced chuckle and looked away to a corner that was further away in her imagination than it really was. The chuckle seemed to be less of an attempt to assuage feelings of nervousness and more like a failed attempt of her subconscious to wake her from a bad dream.
“We don’t have to do this,” said the Jedi. “I mean, it’s critical for us to hang on to this history – your history. It gives us hope. But if the pain…”
“It’s okay. I know. I need to do this.” Vette returned from the memories of better days and was once again in the room with the Jedi consular. There was a time when she would have found it odd that a Jedi would be dressed more like smuggler – more like herself – than the image of the robe-wearing do-gooder she had become familiar with all those years ago. He didn’t even have a light saber. Well, it was probably hidden, but that would be so contrary to the world she came from. “It’s just it’s… wow… what a strange time to be alive. I’m sitting here, talking to a Jedi, about my deceased Sith lover, whom the Jedi is calling a hero. The whole galaxy is, for that matter. It’s just a lot flying around in the head, is all. It’s like, ‘who gave control of the galaxy to the monkey-lizard while I was sleeping!'” And another somewhat nervous chuckle.
“Well, let’s start with something pleasant, shall we. What did you like most about Paingur? I hope it’s okay and that you understand why I prefer to drop his title.”
“Yes, absolutely” Vette agreed, yet in an almost defiant tone. “Everyone, Jedi, Sith, soldiers – are all so hung up on titles. He was always more than his title.” The question definitely touched one of the strong parts of her personality.
“Agreed. Paingur certainly transcended his title and role. So, what did you most like about him?”
“Well, that was probably it. He had a way of completely being Sith but not being so brain-slugged stupid about it. From the very beginning, when he picked me up on Korriban. The first thing he did was take off that dreadful shock collar. He told me, ‘Look, I need you to be an equal partner in my missions. I don’t need a slave. I need a cunning thief and tomb robber. Cross me and I’ll blast you into space. If I have to hunt you down, you will become one with pain and agony. And I can be very creative.'”
The Jedi laughed, “So that’s how he won your heart!” It was a bit too obvious that he had been needing a good laugh for a long time.
“Yeah. It is,” Vette smiled in realization, “now that I think about it. He was so practical.” She squinted her eyes as she thought about how she both admired and yet resented his practicality. “He cared nothing of Sith politics. He simply had a goal and he was driven to reach it. He needed me. And he treated me just like any of the business partners I had in my days of relic hunting. Except I felt like I could trust him – totally trust him.”
“What was his goal?”
“I never knew, really. Obviously whatever mission we were on for the Dark Council, or Baras, in the beginning, but he always seemed to have a single goal that drove him in everything he did. He never shared it with me and, sadly, I never asked. I guess I was afraid it would change my feelings for him if I found out he was after something crazy like becoming the next emperor or something.”
“Would it have?” asked the Jedi. Vette looked at the Jedi sharply. She knew the answer, but she had never asked herself that question. “Would it have changed your feelings for him if he was bent on becoming emperor?” the Jedi continued.
“No. I don’t think it would have. I think it was just the way he went about it.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, a time on Tatooine just popped into my head. We were trying to find and recover flight recorders from a downed Imperial vessel..”
“That was you?!” exclaimed the Jedi. If the Jedi already had an idea what Vette was about to tell him, she noted he didn’t seem angry as she might have expected. Instead the Jedi seemed as if he had discovered who had painted his favorite piece of art.
“Um.. Yes. Like you said, ‘we don’t have to do this’ if it’s too much for you” Vette said with a wry smile as she took the advantage to mock the Jedi. Though, she was a bit suspicious at his excitement.
“My master told me that story. She had come across a large village of Sand People – all slaughtered with a light saber. There had been some sort of ‘trinket’ there – she could sense things like that. She never knew what it was, but she told me that’s how I would know the work of a Sith. Needless destruction for little to no reason. I would have never guessed that would be the hero who would unite Sith and Jedi against his own emperor. Wow!”
“No! It wasn’t like that at all! Well, it did turn into a slaughter, but that’s not how he was. Most of the time, when we were after something he would just walk in to a cantina, royal court, military base, it didn’t matter. He would just walk right in and say, ‘give me the thingy’. And a lot of the times, people would give him the thingy. Then he would leave. Sometimes people would look at me like I had their answer. I couldn’t understand why people would say ‘no’. Look buddy, if it’s not yours to begin with – or even if it is – if a Sith lord asks you for it, give it to him! Have you seen Paingur?! He’s not easily confused with the ‘oh maybe I can say no to this guy and get away with it’ type.” This time, there was a bit of pride in her chuckle.
“So you’re saying he wasn’t violent?”
“I’m not saying that, exactly. He was very violent, it’s just that it was not his first choice. Ever. To him it was a waste of time. That’s why the flight recorder incident ended the way it did. We had no choice. Those sand people… There’s just no bartering with them. They just kept coming and we kept ending them. It was self defense when you really think about it. I don’t think we could have changed our mind if we wanted to and walked out of there. Once they saw us, they just kept coming. Eventually, it was just all smoke and blood and bodies. I couldn’t even feel bad for them. They brought it on themselves.”
“Well, I’m not here to judge – and it is certainly interesting to hear the other side of that story – but let’s move on. How have you moved on? Or, have you been able to move on, since the fleet was lost?”
To Vette, this question seemed like going all out in an Aratech speeder and then slamming it into a 90 degree turn. One moment, she was back where she belonged, defending the most amazing person she had ever known, then suddenly ripped from that time and thrown into “Hey, he’s gone. How do you feel about it?”
“How do you think I feel about it, you jerk?” Vette felt like punching the Jedi and wondered how it would feel. “Probably like old times…” With that thought, she felt her anger quickly begin to dissipate.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend. But I don’t know – I can’t imagine how it feels. Do you have any special observances or ways to remember him?”
“Actually, something in me believes he is still out there. He has to be… He’s just too driven. In fact, he’s probably worse that way now than he ever was! I’m sure wherever he is, whoever responsible is very much regretting their decisions. He can’t be… gone. I know he’s still out there. I just don’t know where to start looking. Yet...”