What server? I only have one Warrior. She is my main and is at lv70.

Most definitely the Major uniform, the one he got at Iokath. I wouldn't alter a stitch of it.

To be honest it seems that you should take an extended break from the game and come back refreshed when there is new content to enjoy. I first played SWTOR in the ‘Vanilla’ game when the max level your characters could reach was 50 and there was no real content beyond the completion of the class story lines. Once I achieved that, well I unsubbed and forgot about the game for a few years. In the meantime I renovated a house, sold a house, moved interstate, bought a house, started a business, wrote four novels, and started university. I returned to the game with a new account at the beginning of the year. I started from scratch and played freebie for a month, then decided to resubscribe because I was really enjoying the game and the expansions, especially the Shadow of Revan expansion. I’ve got a Sith Warrior maxed (with only Nathema left to go); however, I still have to take three more characters through all the new content so I’ll be month-by-month subbing for awhile yet. If there is no new story content by the time all my characters reach the content ‘wall’ then I’ll unsubscribe again and do other stuff – hell, real life keeps me busy enough as it is. In the meantime, I’ve discovered that writing Fan Fiction is a hoot, and have been enjoying creating a back story for my Aurelian Legacy. In short, if you no longer enjoy the game then take a break and a breather. None of us have signed contracts with BioWare to keep subbing and keep playing so walk away for awhile. I predict that you’ll be happier.

Part 4 – The Cave -------------- The light of day was already drawing to a close on Daxia-Two when they turned away from the boulder-rimmed clearing. Iovita glanced across at the distant Republic listening post, the buildings low and almost hidden on the horizon. “Will they not be looking for you, scanning for you?” He shook his head, “They are used to my absences.” “What did you tell them about my shuttle?” “Only that it came from the Jedi Council and to pay it no heed,” was his reply. “I could not in good conscience tell them anything else. Come,” he said, taking her good hand, “it’s this way. Mind your step as it can be treacherous.” Slowly they picked their way across the uneven ground. Iovita’s eyes soon attuned to the darkness and she was able to thread her way through the maze of large boulders and low hillocks without mishap. After what seemed like an hour or two of walking, they came to the lip of a dark crater. “Down there,” Aule said, pointing to a deeper darkness. “I’ll go first, you follow me in. I’m not sure if you can see it, but the base of the crater has collapsed into a natural tunnel complex and my small cave is just inside the opening where the air is still sweet.” He let go her hand and carefully picked his way down the unstable slope of the crater. Iovita followed him down, her natural agility and balance keeping her upright as the red dust and small rocks and stones moved under her feet. At the bottom, he turned and smiled at her. “All good?” he asked. She nodded. “In we go then. Mind your head,” he added. He ducked down as he clambered into a low cave opening, confidently feeling his way around the rocks. Suddenly there was a flash of light as a battery-powered lamp was lit, and Iovita saw Aule kneeling next to a small stash of supplies and a neatly folded bedroll. The Jedi deftly shook out the padded roll and indicated that she should sit on it. “I need to attend to that hand of yours,” he smiled at her, and his even white teeth gleamed in the lamplight. “We can talk for a bit if you wish. I’m usually away meditating for many hours so I won’t be missed yet.” Iovita sat and rearranged the folds of her robes close around her against the growing chill of the night. She watched as he took the bloodied cloth away and sprayed her hand with an alcohol-based ointment. The pain was sharp but she bore it resignedly. Mutely she pushed the sleeve of her robe up so he could apply the hypodermic needle of a stim to her arm. “All good?” he asked again as he turned to put the kit away. “Yes, did you train as a Healer?” she asked. He looked back at her in some surprise, “I did actually. I had planned to be a Jedi Sage, but ended up choosing to be a Knight instead. However, the early lessons in healing stuck. How is it that you know that?” “Your touch,” she explained quietly, “you seem empathic and have a gentle touch.” He laughed, “That’s the first time I’ve been told that. Usually people take one look at my marred face and they don’t stick around to find out about the rest of me.” “No wife or girlfriend?” she asked thoughtlessly. “Not allowed,” was his brief reply. “Of course, I had forgotten,” she stared at him. “Despite my striving for the Light I think I would have made a poor Jedi for I was passionate once.” He glanced curiously at her as he levered himself next to her on the bedroll, “Once? Not now?” “The beatings taught me stoicism,” she replied, “which I guess was the opposite effect of what my trainers were trying to achieve. Instead of lashing out in hatred and anger to fuel the Dark side of the Force, I simply withdrew into myself, divorced myself from the agony.” Aule didn’t know what to think. “Scars?” he asked at last, when the silence had grown too heavy between them. She nodded, “Both external and internal.” She touched her face, “one scar only there, but my back – well, it shows a roadmap of past pain.” Aule mumbled an oath under his breath and putting one arm about her, pulled the woman close to him. For a moment they sat together, sharing warmth and companionship then awkwardly she pulled away. “Isn’t this...closeness against the Jedi teachings?” she asked him. “Yes, and no,” was his cryptic response. “We are told to not grow attached, not to fall in love, but when we are taught the Healing arts...it is hard to not feel empathy and compassion for another.” She did not know how or why the words slipped out, but they did, “So is this what you feel for me? Just compassion?” He turned to her and his smile was mischievous, “What else can it be for am I not a Jedi?” then his hands reached out to tangle in her long braided pale hair and they kissed again. This time they did not pull away or apart, and the hours slipped by as she finally rediscovered her hidden passion. They both knew little of love, but what they knew was enough for them. The stars moved, Daxia-Two turned and the night was almost over when he finally dressed himself. “I will return,” he said, gazing at the woman lying atop the bedroll. “Tonight, but in the meantime rest. There is food and water here. I have duties awaiting me, but know I will return.” He flashed Iovita a quick smile but she saw now that love shone in his green eyes, and then he was gone into the early morning light. ----------------

I’ve played MMORPGs on and off for two decades. I’ve played EQ, WoW (for years), DAoC and many others that have come and gone from memory. I’ve led guilds, soloed, grouped and raided (even participated in day-long raids with dozens of other players). I grew bored of those games. The only game in the MMORPG genre that I’ve chosen to come back to (and subscribe to) is SWTOR. The only reason why I came back is the storylines. No other MMO offers that kind of interaction, involvement and growth between player, character and companions. The storylines are the strength of SWTOR and in my opinion they should be the focus of the developers. The stories are what sets SWTOR apart from the rest. The stories are the ‘meat and potatoes’ of the game. Everything else is just a bonus.

Hey, great illustration there. You sure are talented. A long time ago in another life I used to be a halfway decent wildlife and botanical illustrator; however, I was crap at drawing people so I really admire artists who can draw the human form. As for photos that particularly take my eye? Of those that I linked to I like these two the best. This one and this one. I really wouldn’t be interested in seeing anything explicitly sexual, but one of those two photos showing Quinn and the Warrior embracing with a multitude of foes lying dead at their feet would be massively cool. Or perhaps even consider an illustration like this one with the mountains of Odessen as a background.

I you want generic non-SWTOR romantic poses then these are what came up in an online search.

This is about as romantic as I've been able to capture in screenshots...thank goodness for latency and lag which allowed my character to move close enough to take the shots.

I have to say that I’m really not a fan of Benedict Cumberbatch. I find his look to be too austere for my liking – although he is certainly debonaire, he is in my opinion more Dickensian than dashing. So I’ll stay with James Purefoy and his eyes that promise all manner of delights and a wry heart-melting devil-may-care smile. After all, what did Valkorion say about Quinn – ah yes, the Smiling Betrayer.

Hello Developers, I made a couple of game improvement suggestions in an in-game ticket, but I was contacted by a Customer Service Rep by email and asked to also re-post them here on this board. So as asked, here it is in an expanded form (with a couple of other suggestions as well). Hopefully someone will read this and/or forward it onto the right people ---------------- Suggestion #1 Expansion 6.0 Concerns I understand that after the Nathema flashpoint your character is prompted to either 'Contact the Republic' or 'Make a deal with the Empire'. If you decide to alter your character’s faction, will it be limited only to the story line or a single world (such as Iokath), or will it be game wide? If game wide, there may be possible repercussions.... Will your character be flagged as an enemy and killed on sight by NPC guards (and other players) the moment you step into territory controlled by your old faction? Will your old Alliance/Imperial companions abandon your character? How will your character access class trainers and class quests? Will your character only be able to access your original faction’s fortress at a cost? What will be your character’s personal star ship – one from your character’s new faction or does your character keep their original star ship? How will x-faction characters affect grouping and guilds? Also, if players have already chosen to change faction, will there be a way to undo this choice if the consequences end up being too problematic? One way to address some of the above concerns is to keep the Alliance base as territory for characters who have decided upon self-imposed exile from their original starting factions. The Alliance base would need to be enlarged and expanded to include exile player strongholds on Odessen, exile class trainers, and possibly a unique Alliance star ship for exiles. In short, the Alliance base would act as a (smaller) third faction for exiled characters. From the Alliance base there would be a door leading to shuttles that would take your character to their new faction (both Fleet and Planet) for tasks/quests/flashpoints etc. Also, companions that moved with you to the Alliance would reasonably remain with the Alliance or follow you to your new faction – case in point, in the existing game, Major Malavai Quinn changes faction from Imperial to Alliance to rejoin his Warrior, as in his own words - “I’m finished with the Empire.” ----------- Suggestion #2 West Coast Server I know it’s unlikely to happen but could you consider creating a server on the US West Coast. I know that this would be beneficial to US West Coast players, but would also be beneficial to Asia/Pacific/Australia/New Zealand players who currently have to contend with high game latency due to the number of jumps required before reaching East Coast servers. --------- Suggestion #3 That flashpoints, missions and quests that start in solo/story mode, end in solo/story mode. Not all of us are after the high end drops, and just simply just want to follow a story line through to its conclusion (and also get the reputation bonuses with Light/Dark and with companions). Nothing worse for a soloist than to get most of the way through a mission or flashpoint, to find out at the end that you need a group to complete it. ------- Suggestion #4 – Stronghold furniture that your character can interact with. Not sure how achievable this is, but it would be great to be able to click a bed and your characters lies on it, click on a seat (like the star ship one) and your character sits on it, click on a bar and your character leans against it etc. Great potential for roleplay and getting really involved in the environment. ----- Suggestion #5 – Kit Homes as player Strongholds Here is a thought about how Developers could address the demands for different fortresses - Kit Homes. From basic/modest, to mid-range, to upmarket, extensive and luxury models. On either Coruscant or Drumond Kaas you'd go to a 'housing' instance where you do could do a walk through each kit home seeing how they look on the inside and how the decoration hooks were arranged. Then exiting, you go to a panel, make a choice of layout and planet location, and spend your credits. There would be a range of planets beyond the currently available. Each kit home would sit in its own unique instance that was adapted from the landscape of the planet chosen. So, nestled amongst the mountains on Odessen (with a handy exit to the Alliance base), on a beach with a waterfall nearby on Rakata Prime/Rishi/Copero, other locations on other planets. The ability to choose a kit home size and planet would satisfy the most avid roleplayer, decorator, fanatic. ------ Lucky Last, Suggestion #6 Renewing old Companions and love interests I know it’s a big ask, but in the future can our continuing companions from the original SWToR have expanded conversations, mini-quests or even just a regular letter in the mailbox. Many of us have grown attached to our ‘vanilla’ companions (especially love-interest ones like Quinn), and we would appreciate future interactions with them other than the recycled comments we get from them in combat or from when we click on them. I know some voice actors might not be available and/or passed on, but for those who ‘are’ available, perhaps the developers might consider dusting off the old companions and give them more interactions with player characters. Thanks in advance. AureliaSulis Aussie gamer, subscriber, writer, and author.

Coloured contact lens could easily correct the eye-colour problem. Chris Pine is certainly good looking, but at 38 he seems too young for Quinn (who is supposedly in his late 40's nudging 50). James Purefoy is 54 going-on 48, and also not many American actors can do a good British accent. Matthew Macfadyen is closer in age to Quinn but he doesn't have that 'something' that James Purefoy possesses - a kind of refined British devil-may-care look that I see in Quinn's face from time to time.

Actually I think it’s time for a movie based on the exploits of a female Sith Warrior and Malavai Quinn. Although Richard Teverson would be a great choice since he has the Quinn voice, I think he may be a little old for the role. So my pick for Quinn would have to be , and for the Sith Warrior my pick would be the Australian actress, who played Eowyn in the Lord of the Rings movie. One English, one Australian. One has a cultivated British accent, the other could easily cultivate the accent.

This is exactly how I feel about the story line. My light-aligned Sith Warrior was like a square peg in a round hole with the Empire, and I dare say she'd be like a round hole in a square peg with the Republic. She might be full light-aligned but she has a passionate nature, is married, and expecting her first child to her husband Quinn - so I can really see her being accepted by the Jedi Council. Not. No, the only place that she felt really was her, and home, is the Alliance, and with Marr gone (who was the only high ranked Sith that she respected and would follow), the Empire is old news and if she 'has' to ally, then it will be the Republic given that they haven't betrayed her again and again and again. Besides, she's earned lots of brownie points with the Republic over the years for saving their non-combatants. So she remains with the Alliance, as Commander, and with her husband by her side. All she needs now is for BioWare to come to the party and set the Alliance up as a viable smaller third faction, complete with housing, trainers, quest lines and all the other accoutrements that the other two big factions have. Is that too much to ask?

Am I allowed two? Given that Sul and Quinn together in battle and...ahem, in other things as well, then this is their song. Quinn was looking over my shoulder and asked for to be included as well because he said that it is how he feels about Sul.

I guess that Warriors who have the romance, are Alliance Commanders, and choose Republic get the equivalent of the letter in the dialogue scene at the end of Iokath where Quinn surrenders to the Alliance. Still, it would have been nice to have something tangible as well to reread at leisure.

It's the 'Settling In' letter on this page. It could be that only Warriors with no romance with Quinn get it which is a bit of a bugger. It would be great if BioWare wrote up a letter for Warriors who went Republic, who were the Alliance Commander (not Empress) and who romanced Quinn, but given everything else that people are asking of them, I doubt it would be high on their to-do list.

Hmm, my Sith Warrior sided with the Republic so that might explain the absence of the Iokath letter. I just thought there was one kicking around where Quinn mentioned Vette (either alive or dead) and him settling into the Alliance Base. Anyway, I submitted a bug report and I'll see what comes of it. I hope that the next expansion allows more interaction between Quinn and his Warrior - ideally proper conversations and perhaps even a quest line, but at the very least a letter or two. Stories between Quinn/Sul are now on ice until new content comes through; however, I have been writing a prequel about how Sul and her three sisters' mum and dad met, and it's been a bit of fun doing that.

My Warrior got the post-Umbara letter, but the only letter she got before that (after she vanished) was the letter from Quinn telling her how much he missed her and that he was going to search the galaxy for her until it killed him. There was no other letter post-Iokath. I think BioWare dudded my warrior out of a letter. Might submit a bug report.

I'm just wondering if anyone has received ingame letters from Quinn after the events on Iokath? My LS Sith Warrior (Quinn is her LI) got one after completing the Crisis on Umbara flashpoint, but has received nothing since. I thought there was another letter(s) from Quinn about settling into Alliance HQ but for some reason my Warrior never received it. My character has yet to do the Nathema Conspiracy, so I'm wondering if more letters appear after that?

I would be really cranky if Malavai Quinn failed to follow my light-aligned Sith Warrior across to the Republic, especially given that in his own words he said “I’m finished with the Empire.”

Part 3 - Death of a Sith ---------------- “You know I can’t do that,” replied the Jedi. “I am forbidden from harming the innocent and the unarmed, and you – are both.” “Then let me arm myself...” was her reply as her hand scrabbled in the red dust for the discarded light sabre. “No,” he said, and moving his foot from her throat, he kicked the weapon away out of her reach. “Come on, get up,” he said, stepping back and holding out his hand to her. She lay in the dust and thought for a moment, and then suddenly reached up and grasped his hand. His grip was firm, strong and warm and a pleasant shiver ran through her body at the contact. It had been a long time since the woman had touched the flesh of another living being. She glanced at her light sabre, now lying hard against a boulder. He followed her gaze, “Leave it there. You no longer have need of it.” “Now,” he said, “how about we introduce ourselves?” He grinned in real amusement, “I’m certain you know my name already, but let me tell you myself in my own words. I am Jedi Knight Aule Tanamon, born on Coruscant. My mother is Talia Tanamon, my father is Mikel Tanamon. Neither are Jedi, I am the first force-sensitive to be born into my family.” He gestured to her to follow him, and picking up his dark grey robe from the ground he shook the red dust off it and shrugged back into it. Then he returned to his original boulder, and leaned back upon it, his keen green eyes never once leaving her face. “I...I am Iovita,” she said haltingly, unsure of anything now. “A pretty name,” replied Aule, “too pretty for a Sith. Surely you aren’t just Iovita? Or did you spring fully-formed out of the ground on Korriban?” The beginnings of a smile hovered around Iovita’s lips at that, “No, of course not. I am Iovita Regnis. My family...I don’t know anything more about them other than the family name. I was taken from them on Drumond Kaas when I was a young child and found to be force-sensitive.” The Jedi frowned at that, “I have heard that Sith training requires breaking and remaking. Yet, even after all that time and all that happened to you, you did not embrace the Dark?” She started at that, “You know?” He smiled, “Of course, the Light radiates from you like the gentle warmth of the sun. I just wonder why you were allowed to stay on Korriban, continue with your training, even allowed to live given that you are so strongly Light-aligned.” A shadow fell over her face, “The trainers did seem to be especially cruel to me. I thought...well, I didn’t think it was because of the Light, I thought I had hid my secret well. I just thought it was part of the training. But now...looking back, to the others they did not seem as cruel.” He nodded at that, “It makes sense; however, why the Light? What compelled you to the Light when all around you were embracing the Dark side of the Force?” She shrugged, “There was no other path for me. The Light called to me and I followed.” He fell silent at that, and then finally he spoke. “If not for the accident of your birth on Drumond Kaas,” he mused, “you would have gone to Tython because it seems to me that you are a natural Jedi. Did you never think of trying to get away to follow your true path...?” She shook her head, “There was no opportunity, also the penalty for treason – and yes, the Sith would have seen my leaving as treason, would be a painful death. Perhaps they thought they could still turn me.” “Perhaps,” he agreed, “but looking at you, and even knowing you only for these few moments, I dare say that they would have had more success in turning the sun dark.” She laughed at that, and the change in her face and demeanour was immediate, like a withdrawn and closed flower opening finally to the sun. The Jedi Knight was astounded at how truly lovely the young Sith was, and a secret and contained part of him itched to immediately fly to Korriban and personally make all those Sith instructors suffer pain beyond their comprehension and to pay for their torment of her. He patted the boulder, an invitation for her to sit next to him. She hesitated for a moment only, then with a resigned shrug, gathered her robes to her and settled herself on the boulder. He turned to her. They sat so close now that he could now see a sprinkling of freckles across her pale skin, and the thin white lightness of a long-healed scar that ran from her cheek to her chin. He had to physically stop himself from running a finger gently along the length of that scar. “So,” he said, reluctantly gathering his wits about him, “What was the plan hatched by the Dark Council? We were to meet and fight, and what then?” “I was to kill you, then signal to the shuttle,” and she took from a deep pocket in her robes the small transmitter, “and return to Drumond Kaas. If...if the fight were to turn out otherwise, the shuttle would remain for twenty four hours and then return to Kaas. On the journey here, I tried to overwrite the automated programming but I was unsuccessful.” He held out his hand for the transmitter, silently she dropped it into his palm. He studied it for a moment, and then in one fluid movement, hurled it at a nearby boulder, shattering the device into a dozen pieces. She looked long and hard at the broken transmitter lying upon the dusty red ground, and then looked at him. “I assume you have a plan?” He nodded, “You will have to die.” She made as if to jump up and run, but his hand fell heavily upon her arm, keeping her seated. “You misunderstand me Iovita, I did say that you will have to die, but it doesn’t mean that you will be dead.” “I...I don’t understand. How can I die and yet not be dead?” His voice then grew low and soft, and Iovita had to bend her head almost to his to hear him speak. “You will need to die to the Empire. Not far from here is a cave...it is at the base of a collapsed crater. I use the cave for when I need to get away and meditate. In the cave is a survival kit with food, water, stims and other basic medicines, as well as a simple bedroll. I will take you to this cave and you will need to stay there until my time at the base is over. It will be for a few days only, no more. Once that time is done, I will take you in secret to my ship and we will fly together to a place where you will be safe and far beyond the Empire’s reach.” “Where?” she asked simply. “With trusted friends,” was his reply. “You don’t need to know anything more. Just know that I will protect you.” “Why...why are you doing this for me?” was her bewildered reply, “I am an enemy, a Sith. You could just walk away now and let me die of exposure, die of thirst or starvation. I am nothing to you.” “Not nothing,” he said, “and although I’m still not entirely sure why I am doing this, I do know that it feels right in the Light to do so. Trust me.” Her blue eyes brimmed with unshed tears, “I have no other option. I must trust you.” Then against his better judgement, and against all his training and teachings, he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. For a moment the kiss lingered, and then both he and she pulled away. She startled, as if the universe did not make sense any longer to her, and he, musingly, remembering the softness of her lips and the taste – of her. “You are a strange Jedi,” she said at last. “And you are an odd Sith,” was his response. For a moment they just sat and looked at each other, and then simultaneously they laughed. He grinned, “Did you not feel the ground move, Iovita? Not just us, but the universe itself is still trying to work out what just happened.” Then his face grew solemn, “for my plan to work there must be a little pain on your part. Forgive me.” He took a small blade from a pouch on his belt and as quick as thought, took her hand and ran the razor sharp blade across her palm. Instantly blood welled and dripped from her hand, the drops staining her pale robe scarlet.” Pain crossed her face and she looked up at him with questions in her eyes, “Why?” “This,” he said, and getting up he walked to her discarded light sabre and brought it back to where she sat upon the boulder. “Grasp it with your bloodied hand,” he instructed her. She did as he asked, and she saw that the bright silver of the weapon was now marked with her blood. “Now place the weapon on the ground.” The light sabre fell to the ground from her bloodied hand. Untying a scarf that was knotted about his neck, he pressed the fabric into her palm. “That will stem the bleeding for awhile. I’ll treat the wound properly once we get to the cave.” She stared uncomprehendingly at the bloodied weapon, “I still don’t understand.” “Your ‘death’ has to look real. When I return from the cave I will take your light sabre and make arrangements for it to be returned to Drumond Kaas. When they receive it they will know that you are dead for no living Jedi or Sith willingly gives up their light sabre.” She nodded, “I understand now,” then she gave him a searching look. “Is my future to be on Tython and trained as a Jedi?” He shook his head, “No, even though in the past some Sith have become Jedi, to be honest they are never fully trusted or accepted. Also, I fear that if the Jedi Council were to know that you still lived – well, they would not be pleased that I acted against their will, and news of your survival might well make its way back to the Dark Council, which would unnecessarily imperil you.” “So I am to be neither Sith nor Jedi, neither fish nor fowl,” she said finally, staring at the bloodied light sabre, as if saying goodbye to it and to her old life. What will become of me?” He smiled at her, “I think it is time that you carved your own path, and allow the Force to guide you in your choosing. Just know this. I will not abandon you to your Fate. We will walk the same path together for awhile. That future at least is clear to me.” She stood and her back imperceptibly straightened, “So be it. Now where is this cave that you speak of.” --------------

Part 2 - A Duel on Daxia-Two --------- Although the dusty red atmosphere of Daxia-Two camouflaged the descent of the Republic shuttle from mortal eyes, the ever vigilant electronic scanning devices at the base had tracked the ship long before it had entered the planet’s atmosphere. Jedi Aule Tanamon sat on a boulder with his back to the distant Republic listening post and thought about the short but cryptic message that he had received only hours before from Tython. That the Jedi Council received Imperial messages from diplomatic channels was not an entirely uncommon event, but personally directed ones to an individual Jedi from the Dark Council were rare indeed – and the Jedi Council had taken a long time to reflect upon the message before it was finally forwarded to Aule, with a brief instruction from the Jedi Council – ‘Kill the Sith. But be Wary – Suspect a Trap’. Aule was plenty wary. He hadn’t got to be a Jedi Knight by rushing foolishly and heedlessly into unknown situations. He replayed the message in his mind – “Two Force Fulcrums have been named. Aule Tanamon, Jedi Knight is challenged to a duel against an opponent of the Dark Council’s choosing.” ‘Force Fulcrum’, even the Jedi Council could not or would not enlighten him further on that aspect of the message, leaving him in the dark. So be it. If he was to endure this duel, then at the very least he would choose the time and place. The time – now, the place, a dusty clearing on a red plain that was littered with boulders and pockmarked by ancient asteroid craters. It was close enough to the base for medical aid, yet far enough away to not indicate an advantage. After all, there were ancient rules concerning the times when Jedi met Sith in formal duels. A stilling quiet and a sudden puff of dust from a nearby crater indicated that the shuttle had honed in on his location and landed. Idly Aule wondered who the Dark Council had chosen as their representative. Not a ranked Darth, for the ancient rules demanded equality in battle – but someone up and coming, someone equal to him in power, experience, and reputation, one of the minor Lords for sure. Like for like, Dark against Light. Sith Warrior against Jedi Knight. Aule stood and shrugged off his robe, it fell to his feet, settling like a dark-grey shadow on the rust red soil. Beneath the robe he wore just a simple white linen tunic wide-belted in at the waist, with trousers of soft leather, and sturdy yet comfortable brown boots. His dark blonde hair had been clipped helmet short during his last stint of deep space operations, but the trademark thin Jedi braid fell down from his right temple to rest upon his shoulder. Intelligent bright green eyes looked out from a face marred by sun and scars. It was the face of a man who, despite the fact was only in his early thirties, had seen far too much of the galaxy for his liking. Unhooking his light sabre from his belt, Aule stood relaxed and balanced in his stance as he waited for his opponent to appear. Reaching out, he began to draw the Force into himself, and at the same time cataloguing in his mind every aspect of light, sound, wind, rock and dust around him, for each element might be called upon during the height of battle. The sound of hesitant steps intruded upon his focus, and he looked up and across the clearing. For a moment he could not believe his eyes, and then suddenly and against all his training, he collapsed into mirth and laughed and laughed at the sight of the young and slight figure before him. Then and with a visible effort he controlled his emotions, banished his laughter and reached again for peace and tranquillity. “You...you are my duelling opponent?” he asked incredulously. “Surely the Dark Council mocks me. Mocks this ancient rite?” The young woman pushed back the hood of her dark robe and for the first time Aule saw her clearly. He was right in his first estimation. She was young, too young, possibly a decade his junior – an apprentice only. If she had been Jedi then she would have still been on Tython training as a Padawan. The second thing he noticed was her eyes. She had eyes of the deepest blue, the sort of blue reserved for gemstones, or the deep ocean. A man could indeed drown in those haunted eyes... A sudden wind shifted across the clearing moving both dust and robes, and the woman reflexively lifted her hand to brush away a strand of her long ash-pale hair that had worked its way free of her braid, to fall upon her fine-boned face. With the Force he searched for the ravages of the Dark upon her and found none. What he did find was something entirely unexpected. Suddenly and clearly he understood why she had been sent to this place. He also understood what he was meant to do and why, in good conscience he could not do what he had been commanded to do both by the Dark Council of the Sith, and by his own Jedi Council. From time to time Jedi Aule Tanamon was a killer, but he was no executioner. He sheathed his light sabre back into his belt and turned to pick up his discarded robe. “Go back to Drumond Kaas, girl,” he said. “I will not fight you.” Suddenly he heard the unmistakable sound of a light sabre being activated. You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought, and in one fluid motion he leapt through the air to the woman, knocked her backwards to the dusty ground, and planted one booted foot gently upon her throat. “I said, I...will...not...fight...you.” Her light sabre fell from her hand and lay humming upon the ground. “Then kill me now,” the woman replied quietly, obviously and evidently resigned to her fate, “for I am already dead.” --------------

Yet, if your Sith Warrior (Alliance Commander) chooses to ally with the Republic and forgives Quinn his latest trangressions, Quinn abandons the Empire, walks away from all he has believed in and worked towards, walks away from his military career, his connections, everything - in order to be with the Warrior. This means that the Empire, an Empire he used to wholly believe in no longer mattered to him, only the Warrior mattered - perhaps Quinn had transferred his loyalty from an idea/ideal to an individual. If that is the case, then what drew Quinn back to the Warrior? Certainly love would be a very powerful motivator (if he was the love interest) but for an utterly dedicated officer of the Empire, love alone would not be sufficient. I believe that there were two other reasons. The first reason is that his old loyalty to the Warrior still held sway upon him. The second reason is Empress Acina's unsuccessful attempt to grasp power from Iokath. I believe that it was at the moment of her death when the scales dropped from Quinn's eyes as to what true horrors his Empire were capable of. Perhaps then he decided, in his pragmatic and logical way, that the Alliance now held the virtues that he had previously attributed to the Empire - which is why he was able to say "I’m finished with the Empire". He had realised that the Alliance was his future and his true path (even if incarcerated), and reuniting with the Warrior (who was the Alliance Commander) was no longer a selfish, self-serving act, but rather a noble and patriotic act, with the added benefit of being properly reunited with the one person whom he truly loved.

Not necessarily. I would suggest that disorder, not order is the natural state of the universe (and I play LS on my Imperial characters). Definition of entropy from https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/entropy 2 a : the degradation of the matter and energy in the universe to an ultimate state of inert uniformity Entropy is the general trend of the universe toward death and disorder. —James R. Newman

+1 to this comment. I’ve played MMORPGs for the last two decades and have grouped and raided in many of them. However, I bored of the endless grind and the only reason why SWTOR drew me back into the genre was their story lines. As a writer, I love being able to make decisions, and choose and craft a story path for my characters and also interact with my npc companions. So, if I start a story in solo/story mode, I expect to be able to follow it through to the end in solo/story mode and not be forced into a group or raid to finish the content. The Revan story was amazing in how the various NPCs all came together at the end in one epic battle, and I think this should really be the way future ‘group’ content should be designed for the soloist/story player. p.s. As for rewards - epic/high end rewards I think should be standard drops for groups and raids, but be rare/uncommon drops for solo/story content.