Oh how I have missed some of this delicious banter. Well, back to the game, enjoy one and all, and may you be pleased that the Queen of the Internet has graced your thread. and to that, BC seems to have been doing just fine in absentia. No matter, to each their own reality I suppose.

Hello Reno, my old friend I see you've come to play again Because your internet is now working You can post some threads and be dorking And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains within the sounds of SWtoR

I like the idea of mats dropping instead, that way as a guild you can quickly get someone up to speed faster without worrying about drop rates and rng.

<ikinai selects Need on Warrior off hand> What, a smuggler doesn't need a warrior offhand? Since when?

I am RNGesus My aura smiles and never frowns Soon I will be president... NiM gear Treadmill will soon go away I will be Führer one day I will command all of you Your kids will meditate in school Your kids will meditate in school! RNGesus Über Alles RNGesus Über Alles

Thanks Honest, I'm still here, kind of, stupid work, then next week jury duty, then VACATION for Halloween, but after that, more story to come

Don't I know it, it has interrupted my consuming of this cinnamon roll made with marscapone cream and yuzu vanilla drizzle. Perhaps, the producer team should have some, it would help them stay fit and ready to answer questions.

I would love to be a slacker today, too bad work keeps interfering in my slacking time.

I'm not weird, I'm just differently minded.

Yeah yeah, I could just skip the part about what constitutes fraud, that's not important, right?

I wonder if the new employees I'm training during that time would mind watching this instead of listening to me lecture them on proper computer etiquette?

I am most reasonable, always. Eric, why haven't you guys added my suggestion to the game yet? Cathar Woods Golf minigames. It's a perfectly reasonable suggestion.

If we could see more interactions with the returned companions, I'd like to see Elara and Raina meet up.

No reason necessary, I'm Queen of the Internet, I simply say 'OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!' and make a new character. If they're not named Ikinai, then they are fair game for dust bin relegation.

It's true, we need a new raid. I suggest the end boss be named Bareeman Aloh. So we can have an achievement called 'Does Bareeman Aloh know you raid his wardrobe?'

Any guild that has me should be glad that I grace them with my presence, having the Queen of the Internet as a member should suffice. Besides, you could restrict me all you like, I join guilds for the camaraderie, not the perks.

You said less with more words than my yoga instructor, she says let's all take a deep breath too. I hate yoga.

The flickering holo transmission cast shadows in the dingy room at odd angles on the wall. HKs shadow danced across the wall like a Twi'lek childrens puppet play. Turning his head towards the terminal projector HK raised the butt of his rifle in a motion to strike the projector. The person on the other end, more frantically speaking, hailed HK, "You there, what business do you have in this facility? What have you done to my droid?" "Clarification: I have done nothing to your droid, 'master'." HK stated. "Aside: That it didn't deserve." "This is Overseer Lithern, I am the duly appointed overseer of this facility from Czerka Corporation, you are in violation of ordinance two thirty-five dot vee section twelve sub section e, of the Treaty of Coruscant and the sovereignty of said entity, Czerka Corporation, to operate freely without Republic oversight in this sector of the galaxy. I would kindly request you stay put until my security detail, Darth Androma, arrives. She will escort you to the offices." HK slammed the butt of his rifle into the holoterminal. "Recitation: I will kindly end this call." The droid made his way to the stairwell, he could hear doors opening far up the shaft housing the stairs. Silently moving through the shadows, HK made his way upwards. The door quickly closed and a light whirring could be heard in the walls as the ventilation pushed oxygen slowly into the area. A few flights up, HK noticed a small hole that appeared to be a womprat den. Glancing up the stairwell and back at the den he quickly slid into the hole. "Declaration: Being a droid is magnificent, and now we wait." HK could hear the group coming down the stairs, the footsteps of the troopers escorting the sith lord stopping just around the corner from where HK was hiding. "Leftenant Harrow, take the private and check out the landing. Something feels off." Darth Androma quietly said to the imperial shock troops with her. The lieutenant motioned the private to take a position towards the next flight of stairs, indicating he should look back towards the other side of the wall just around the corner. The privates modified K-56 special operations disruptor in position as he pivoted back towards the wall. He drew his weapon ready, pointing it into the hole where HK had entered. "Sir. We've got movement." The private said. "Light 'em up with a few rounds, mate." Harrow instructed. After a few shots into the hole, Lieutenant Harrow peered in, shining his attached torch around the den. "Looks to go a fair bit of a ways into the asteroid, Sir." Harrow said to Darth Androma. Pulling out a half blasted womprat. "Womprats, Sir." Darth Androma looked at the private, then back at the hole in the wall, "You look to be fairly small for an IST, into the hole SG866, find me what went down there." The two guards looked at each other then to the sith lord. Lieutenant Harrow nodded towards the hole with a bit of a shrug, "Do what you signed up for, mate." In a dark recess, just out of view, HK pulled Akaavis blade out, readying himself for a close attack.

In a galaxy, where one jawa could control a fleet, and bring an empire to it's knees. Try and avoid the fleet, you will fail. You will be drawn in, time and time again. This is Jawa na wana wanga Fleet Street 2: Electric boogaloo "The best movie ever!" ~ Timmy, film critic from Southpark, CO "Couldn't stop watching, was more entertaining than a bantha in a bathtub!" ~ Darth E'ebart, movie critic of the Corellian Sun Times

Sliding the bolt out and back in to place where the weapon charge pack is held to ensure proper insertion of the weapons power core, HK hummed to himself while checking his weapon. An odd quirk he picked up being on this new crew. He almost seemed giddy with the thought of being allowed to use his skills of execution and assassination. "Declaration: Thank the Maker for this weapon, may it serve me well. May it shoot true and with precision." The droid picked up a few more charge packs, just in case, and made his way to the bridge. As he was passing by the quarters where Akaavi usually was, he noticed a blade, short, but perfect for a concealed attack from the shadows. HK entered the room and took the blade into his hand, "Justification: Akaavi is not here and will have no need for this old blade, whereas I have a great need for it." Stuffing the Ceremonial Blade of the Spar Clan into his side compartment, he continued on towards the bridge. "Proclamation: Masters, I will now begin my patrol." Captain Ikinai waved a hand towards HK as she peered down at the navigation console she had taken apart. Taking this as a dismissed gesture, the droid turned to leave the ship. Turning back towards the group working on the rewiring project, "Query: Captain? Is there anything I should pay particular attention to?" "If it moves, and isn't one of us, take it out." Iki said, then looking up briefly added, "As quietly as possible." "Resignation: Of course, Captain." HK made his way to the docking bay, the airlock hissing closed behind him as he silently moved into the dark shadows. Lights flickered in a small alcove off to the side of the bay. A small terminal, covered in silt and debris tried to project through the dust covering it's projector. Making his way in that direction, he cautiously checked the terminal for any transmitting frequencies that may be open. The terminal appears to have recently been activated, but there were no markings in the dust to indicate it had been turned on from the alcove. The droid decided it best to leave it as is, so as not to alarm whomever, or whatever, had turned it on. Making his way around the perimeter of the docking bay, taking note of cameras and direction of view, he surveyed the surroundings. Scanning for heat signatures, as well as droid activities, HK made his way to the stairwell. "Report: Master, I have encountered no resistance as yet, womprats, a mynock and possible droid activity has been detected. I will investigate the droid further." There was a small room detected behind the stairwell, with no visible path to it. This is where the droid appeared to be. "Investigation: The schematics provided by Captain Ikinai, show no entry into that room, and yet, there appears to be a droid and terminal equipment inside." Searching the stairwell, looking for a vent or pathway, HK meticulously investigated every crack for a possible entry way. "Summation: I believe there to be a secret panel in one of the light junction boxes. A short frequency data burst is repeating. I will need to hijack the signal and change the frequency, perhaps this will open the door." Following the data stream to one of the lights flickering in the stairwell, HK deftly opened the casing. A small clamp emerged from a fingertip attaching itself to the wire that was not attached to the light, HK began decoding the signal. "Exclamation: Got you, HK one, data stream zero." A soft whir sounded from below behind the stairs. Dust puffed out as the old air hidden behind the closed door rushed out in to the cold. The hinges squealed and creaked as decades of being unused suddenly was reversed. Light filtered out from the room. The terminal was clean and definitely had recently been used. The light spilled out into the darkened hallway with its bluish tint. HK quickly entered the doorway with his rifle trained on the terminal keyboard. A slight scratching sound could be heard from around the corner, like a metal chair being dragged across the floor in short bursts. A worn metal hand reached out towards the keyboard. A shot. The droids hand fell to the floor. "Interrogation: Who are you, and why are you locked in this room?" The other droid stood motionless as it looked down at its hand clanking on the floor under the terminal. Snapping out of shock, the droid looked up at HK. "By the Maker. You took my arm." The vocabulator warbling as if the droid hadn't said anything for some time. "Insistence: What is your designation and function?" As if noticing the weapon trained on its head for the first time, the droid replied. "I am, was, an HR-14. I recovered things for my masters." With a somewhat pitiful stare, HK pressed forward, pushing the HR unit back, nearly causing it to fall as it's leg was somewhat out of repair. "Declaration: A hunter recovery droid, your series was discontinued nearly thirty years ago. Query: Did you alert the organics in the facility?" "Of...of course not." The HR unit responded. In a split second the sound of another shot, the HR units head rolling to the back of the room, the arm holding a stun shot flails back to the side of the now headless unit. "HK? What's with all the shooting? I said quietly!" The sounds of the captain filled the droids auditory sensors. Off to the side a holoprojector comes on, "Droid? HR? You there? What's going on?" "Response: Captain, prepare for company."

Well, you're going to get a bunch of different answers due to everyone liking or disliking what they like or dislike. such as, most people will say the counselor storyline sucks, I personally happen to like it, I also like the game play of counselor class. The only advice I can truly give, is try it out at least through the first starter planet, whichever class you try. but, I can't really recommend anything for anyone else, as that should be up to the individual as to what they think they will like. Like the guy in the crowd scene of Life of Brian said, 'We are all individuals!'

I guess that's better than when my sage kept her lightsaber out when kissing Theran Cedrax running it through him...oh wait, that was probably not a mistake, and here I thought she was a light sider

Yeah, it is an oddity. Not having been on the team that made that decision, i could only speculate, which isn't very helpful at this point in the games life. But it is a strange choice. I remember the first time I saw my trooper pull out her blaster, and was like, how do I use the blaster? Oh I can't, so my super cool mandalorian rifle just disappears in the cut scenes as well on that trooper. All mah cool weapons, are for naught.

There's a new group you can get reputation with called the Pumpkin Spice Girls, do some quests for them and get Punkin tokens to exchange for things.

Indeed, I recently tried out LotRO, I know I know, late to the party and all, I went to the forums and poked around and asked a few SWtOR denizens here that I know plays the game about the severs there, as well as people I know in real life who played. That's what I did. As for my old WoW accounts on a server I know to be dead, well mostly, meh, not a central character I play, so I went to another server and started a character there to see what was what. Of course went back to my other other main server, a girls prerogative. The nice thing about battlenet is it doesn't matter what game/server I am playing, I can still talk to my friends in SC, WoW, Diablo.