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 Read the spoiler policy at the bottom of this post! Hello and welcome to the Let's Play Star Wars: The Old Republic thread for the four Republic classes. This thread is a companion to Moon Slayer's esteemed effort to explore SWTOR, alongside PoptartsNinja, Catsworth and Weaponboy. SWTOR is a faction-based MMO with four Imperial and four Republic classes, each with their own story alongside faction-specific content. Since the original thread is already covering the four Imperial classes, and since four playthroughs is already a lot for one thread to bear, the Republic classes have been split off into their own thread. Much of Moon Slayer's OP has been lifted and repurposed here, but be sure to check out the original for a more thorough and complete introduction to the game! Moon Slayer posted:Star Wars: The Old Republic, is an MMORPG developed by Bioware and released in December 2011. It takes place roughly 300 years after the original Knights of the Old Republic and 3,500 years before Episode 4. It is unique among MMO's in that it attempts to tell an RPG-like story throught the game. Allmost all quest givers are voice-acted and there are cut scenes, companions, all that good RPG stuff. We already have four brave volunteers to provide the four Republic classes. Each of us will be writing our particular playthrough slightly differently, with different approaches to reader participation and voting should there be any. And with that our quest(s) begin! For the Republic! Guild Stuff Want to join us on our merry adventure? Free Republic on the server The Harbinger will be happy to take you on, provided you can find one of the following members: LPer's Qui'nine Jolune R'andayn Todessa Others and alts Ellestapholisa Brah'gon Chee'tarii Ja'yara Arkanun Ma'rxkarl Perfuga Dalmina Note: The Let's Play-ers such as myself may only be on sporadically, so mailing one of us might have a long turn-around on a response. I'm only really on when I need to run another planet for screenshots and videos, for example. Dolash fucked around with this message at 21:32 on Feb 17, 2014 |
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      ##Begin Log## Well, looks like time to start a new journal. Captain’s Log, entry #001 Stardate: A few minutes off my worst run of bad luck yet. Here I am again. Figured I better put down as much as I can now, while it's fresh in my memory. A nice, clean break. A little too clean for my tastes – I should’ve known the credits were too good. Gun-running’s good work, and I’ve got the sort of debts that make you jump at a deal that’s a little sweet. I’m getting ahead of myself again. Let’s get back to my latest bad hand. It all started earlier today, when I punched my way through the mess in orbit over Ord Mantell… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDtW7HKcJh0 A nice, easy job. Just haul a load of military-grade blasters through a warzone while both sides take pot-shots at me and park it in some quiet little port out in the sticks. Payment on delivery. I didn't know who the client was exactly, but my contact explained the guns were going to be pointed at the separatists, not the Republic. Maybe my army days have left me a little soft-hearted when a mission promises patriotism plus a paycheck. Whatever the reason, I took the job and the blasters and blew through the orbital space-battle without stopping. I found the landing pad, dropped struts, and for a while there everything was looking up.  Welcome to Ord Mantell, population: disgruntled. Skavak was my contact at the point of delivery. I didn't know just who he was supposed to haul these blasters to, and I didn't care to ask. So long as he had the credits, I should've been off that planet in no time.  That tattoo was the first warning sign. I should've took off the moment I saw the thing, yeesh. quote:Quinine: Who are these people? What are they after?  If this story ended here I’d be writing this log over a steak dinner and a bottle or three of Corellian red. That wouldn’t be enough fun though, so here comes trouble…  quote:Skavak: Woah! Slow down, slow down, Corso. What are you talking about?  What can I say? I had my priorities straight. quote:Skavak: Let’s move, Corso. We’re running out of time.  Soon as they walked away I got this funny feeling. Like I’m never going to see her again.  Leaving the hangar I could see what they wanted all the blasters for. There were still some bits of village left standing, after all. Maybe another artillery barrage or two and the Republic would classify the village ‘saved’. My first contacts are friendly. By their uniforms they were Mantellian scouts seconded to the Republic, which has got to be a pretty sorry job in the middle of a civil war. Still, they had some good cover, and I’m never one to say no to ducking my head down for a minute.  quote:Sergeant Blyes: You look like you know your way around a blaster. Wanna be a hero?  quote:Quinine: Any idea on how to solve that problem?  Normally I don't do commando raids for charity, but since I was stuck gunning my way through the village anyway to switch off that air defense cannon, I figured I might as well do the working stiff a solid.  Besides, who doesn't like watching expensive stuff that doesn't belong to them explode?  My good deed for the day done, I tracked down the place the separatists were broadcasting from. It wasn't too hard, just look for the house with the military-grade antenna array on the roof.  Security was a bit thin. It's not like they were expecting me, but if this was the network hub for their big guns then maybe post more than two guys.  They weren't even heavies, just some arts-and-crafts wannabes working on the latest advertising push for the glorious revolution. Why is it rebels are always so image-conscious? Looks like I'd found the right place, at least. This kind of hardware couldn't come cheap - a combination receiver/transmitter decrypting military transmissions and reprogramming air defense networks? Cracking this nut meant overcoming some of the best network security in the business.  I handled it with my usual soft touch.  Of course, just as I'm admiring my work, my comm starts buzzing and I start feeling all the hair on my neck stand up.  quote:Quinine: Is my ship alright? Typical. You don’t need to tell me when a deal’s gone south. My scars started to itch the moment that kid’s holo cut out. Even so, Blyes was on the way, and I figured if there was trouble ahead he might be able to pay me back.  quote:Sergeant Blyes: Thanks to you we’re cutting through the separatist interference. Be reporting back to base in no time. Here—A little something from our private stock. Watch your hide out there, hero.  It’s amazing what a new blaster can do for your confidence walking into an ambush.  The seps I found combing the hangar weren’t expecting me. Looks like they’d already done whatever they’d come in to do and these were just a few stragglers cleaning up the mess.  I can’t say I was in much of a mood to talk it out, though.  Corso wasn’t dead. Kid must be tougher than he looks the way those three guests had worked him over.  And right there. That's when I hear the thrusters powering up, and I know my luck's turned sour.   quote:Quinine: That scum stole my ship! I want it stated for the record that keeping a straight face while Corso complained about his missing blaster while I watch my pride and joy fly away with all my hopes, dreams and credits was probably the hardest part of this whole day. quote:Quinine: We can’t let him get away with it.  quote:Quinine: Bring me my ship back and I’ll consider forgiving you.  quote:Quinine: I think you’re celebrating a little early.  Captain. Sounds a bit stupid without a ship, doesn’t it?  Well, that’s the heart of it. I’m a smuggler who can’t smuggle, outplayed by a punk with some embarrassing ink and now my only hope is a backwater cargo foreman whose shipment I lost.  Better start dressing warm. Something tells me I'm going to be doing a lot of walking from now on. ##End Log##
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The Sith have already given us a light-sided male Sith Warrior, so it's only fair the Jedi endure a dark-sided female Jedi Knight, race is whichever according to the rest of the votes. D for personality, since being a reluctant Jedi gives you more opportunities to point out weird stuff the Jedi do and odd writing quirks. I cannot comment on your sleeping arrangements, since the Smuggler has been given a glass house from which to throw stones when it comes to discussing others' promiscuity. Edit: VVVV Yeah, I'll take a vote on that when I reach that point, since I can play both ways easily enough. Dolash fucked around with this message at 23:10 on Feb 10, 2013 |
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Yeah, tragically racial options are rather underwhelming in SW:TOR. It's a pity really, I'd have happily paid a little extra in the game's cash shop to have a Wookie smuggler that replaces all my dialogue with growls and grunts.
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The most amusing part of Havoc squad is how a commando squad can have just one assault specialist. You know, to do commando things. Looking forward to sharing a planet with you, Brainamp!
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I shall claim the honour of making the first "Your vision is augmented" joke. But seriously, those shades are pretty great. So! Looks like we've almost rounded out our party. Now we just need the Big drat Hero[ine] and the Republic will be fully represented!
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Feb 11, 2013 23:48
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PoptartsNinja posted:She's "The Colicolids are a research project gone wrong. They can grow to several times the height of a man, and have a maw wide enough to-" "Sure, sure, but how do they taste?"
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Gothsheep posted:I'm finding the text in the screenshots pretty hard to read. It may just be me and my old-man eyes, but the text seems pretty small and a little fuzzy. No, you're right, the text is pretty hard to read. I'm actually going to making it worse in my next update or two, since I've been fiddling with the resolution (you'll notice several of my first screenshots were in different resolutions than each other) and the next set was all taken in widescreen, which means they need to be shrunk further to avoid breaking tables. Best I can think to do is just start transcribing the text from those pages as well into the written dialogue, so if you can't read it there it doesn't matter.
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The Smuggler probably is the one class you could play as an old man and never once run into anyone calling you a kid or young or whatever. It's pretty fun to see a very un-Jedi-like Jedi pulling the Order's collective fat out of the fryer. Sort of a neat contrast to most Star Wars games where a mean, arrogant Jedi just becomes a Sith. In SWTOR you're promoted!
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##Begin Log## Captain's log, entry #002 Stardate: An hour away from a much-needed shower. If I ever wanted to see my ship or any of my money again, I had to get to fort Garnik. Word had it that the road from Drelliad was littered with separatist snipers, taking the head off anyone who wasn't one of them – even innocent civilians, or mostly-innocent entrepreneurs.  I hate snipers. It's not that I love a fair fight, I just hate being on the receiving end of an unfair one. A couple of the Mantellians were saying some big drat hero from the Republic had just blown through and cleared the way but, well...  I was skeptical.  I did what I could, but I'm no commando. Running and gunning got me to the fort. Here's hoping the snipers cut their losses sooner rather than later. Anyway.  The fort itself was a real monster. The Republic must've been serious about keeping this place. The separatist bushwhackers I'd seen so far didn't have nearly the firepower to scratch this sort of base, but I should know you don't win a civil war just by shooting the other side the most.  It wasn't hard to find Viidu's place. The base had been built around the starport and warehouses, warehouses he owned. I have to admit I was a little worried – Corso said this guy could help, but Corso was zero for one on judging character so far. Two, if you count me. I'd just lost this Viidu a cargo full of blasters to the separatists, and depending on what kind of boss he was he might not take a liking to me too quickly for that...  quote:Viidu: Welcome, captain! I'm Viidu. Corso tells me we've had a rough day. How about a drink to wash away our worries? I decided pretty quick that I liked Viidu. quote:Viidu: Here's a toast to my favorite things... the best collection of art works and exotic beverages in the whole system. Which probably means he is one, or just the sort of decent guy who works with both sides in a civil war.  quote:Viidu: Problem is, Reki's behind a Republic blockade. Troops have his village surrounded while they “contain” the separatists there. That's the Republic I know and love. They'll let a friend of a friend through a siege-line, but only if you knock a few heads first to prove you're down with the gang. I shouldn't be too bitter considering it was saving my rear end, but if I'd wanted to keep killing farm-kids and college dreamers for a living I'd have stayed in the army.  quote:Quinine: I won't shoot anybody unless they attack me first.  On my way out of fort Garnik I come across a refugee camp. You find them just about everywhere these days, the treaty of Coruscant left more people than I want to think about without a home. They always get me thinking about Corellia again. I shouldn't have been so surprised to see the camp on Ord Mantell wasn't a happy place, but when I heard the crying I couldn't help myself. I had to see what was up.  quote:Alma: Oh no! Where is it? Oh no!  quote:Alma: Thank you for your sympathy. It was about there that I felt this sinking feeling, and knew I was about to do whatever it was she was about to ask. quote:Alma: I won't ever get my home back. I know that. But when I fled, I left behind an heirloom that belonged to my great-grandmother. I guess I just have a weakness when it comes to women in distress. I should just count myself lucky it was on the way and not in a rancor's stomach.  Hoofing it through the Mantellian countryside isn't my idea of a vacation, but I didn't have much choice. There wasn't a clear 'front' to this civil war, so I had to keep walking until I found trouble.  I find trouble pretty easily.  I helped the boys on the siege-lines with a few thrown party favours and in the chaos slipped into town. Talloran was about as one-horse as they get, but unlike Drelliad it was still mostly standing.  I could already see the warehouse Reki was holed up in, but the house Alma gave me coordinates for was closer, so I decided to drop by.  I'd been expecting separatists. I was ready for separatists. What I wasn't expecting was a definitely non-Mantellian alien picking through Alma's stuff.  quote:Ebenga: Ah, who is this poking around in the house of eyes? Strange coincidence that we are all here now. His Arconian accent is so thick even the translator can't sort it all out. I knew if I didn't interrupt he'd be talking in circles all day.  quote:Quinine: Are we talking about the same necklace here?  quote:Ebenga: Either way, it is the proof we need to arrest her with both hands. Do you understand now? As soon as he said Alma was a spy I realized just how much of a sucker I was. I went back over our conversation in my head - of course something was up, I was just a little too distracted to pick up on it. I'm not a big fan of being played for a fool, especially not by an Imperial spy. Ebenga might be a little weird, but at least he was a Republic spook. quote:Quinine: Sounds like you could use a professional.  It might be wrong to say it, but blowing up the separatist security systems and blasting my way through the warehouse was a good way to cool down after finding out I'd been an Imperial patsy. I did my best to put Alma out of my head once I closed in on Reki's hideout. He was why I'd come in the first place. I had to keep a cool head if I wanted to keep Rogun from butchering it off. Unfortunately, Reki made that difficult. Recommended for the full, discomforting effect. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPoEDhBFxKQ  quote:Reki: You're certainly not a resident here, and you're no separatist. You must be that hotshot freighter captain Viidu described over the holo. You didn't need to tell me what was going on here. If Viidu and I hadn't needed him...  quote:Reki: Viidu said you're seeking information on a particular separatist named Skavak. The only place to find personnel data like that is at Mannet Point. Reki? For the record? It's because you're the one with the food and the blaster.  quote:Reki: Be a sport and kill some separatists on your way out of here. Goodbye, captain. Just talking to the guy made me dirty. I was glad for an excuse to get out of the village and chase those scavengers down.  After my time in Talloran, picking a fight with a few scavengers felt like a vacation. At least I wouldn't be made to feel stupid for a few minutes.  Blowing through their camp took not time at all. I would've bought the drat necklace off them if they'd talked instead of shooting on sight, but guys like them are just vultures. You find them hanging around the edge of every war, waiting to strip the losers. Finally, picking a fight I didn't feel guilty about afterward. The necklace was in amongst the rest of Alma's stuff. The scavengers had been pretty thorough. It looked normal enough to me, but I'm no secret agent. I double-timed it back to Ebenga before scavengers or separatists could catch me.  quote:Ebenga: Ah, have you found it then, the communication device, which the spy Alma called an heirloom? The captain always used to say one day I'd die chasing a skirt off a cliff. I used to laugh, but only because he was probably right. A wiser guy would harden up, but then I meet a guy like Reki and I'm reminded of what I don't want to be. It's tough making an honest dishonest living in this galaxy these days. Backstabbers like Skavak and Alma can turn you into a real scumbag if you let 'em. I've got my reasons not to.  Soft heart or not, it's twice now I've been played since landing on this dirtball, and there's not going to be a third time.   Okay... maybe one more time. ##End Log## [Looking for feedback on resolution size. I'm guessing non-widescreen would be best? I'm trying to keep the shots large enough to make the subtitles legible, but included them in the script parts as well.]
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OzCavalier posted:Looking great so far. No problems with viewing the screenshots here, so size seems ok. Seems to work fine for me, not sure what might the issue I'm afraid.
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I liked it, but I think whichever approach feels more natural to you would work fine. You might find that the narrative approach will make it easier to keep talking about the story after your initial observations run out, since you can talk a bit more about the characters and the plot that way, but don't be afraid to mix it up a little and include snippets from your perspective as a player along with the in-character stuff. The only detail you should straighten out is what format you'll use for different types of communication. Italics seem to be your character's internal monologue, but can sometimes be a little addition to the dialogue. Maybe having it so non-italicized text without a portrait is your player remarks, italicized without a portrait is character inner monologue, and italicized with a portrait is an addition to the dialogue? Also it always seemed a little funny to me that the only qualification for leading Republic troops into battle is whomping on droids. Learning command skill or military hierarchy? Nah, just beat up bigger and bigger training dummies.
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Feb 13, 2013 15:48
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I don't think I've ever used a semicolon in tens of thousands of words in Let's Play writing (Wow, that's one way to reassess your life), so it should be warned that it's not for the faint of heart. For real though, they're right that a quick grammar and spell-check makes a huge difference in the quality of a Let's Play post. Don't worry about it slowing down your update rate, the first few posts of an MMO LP zip by due to how easy content is to burn through, but nobody expects the early pace to last.
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Feb 13, 2013 22:38
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Thunderfinger posted:Hey OP, can you put down who is playing each playthrough in the Updates section so it would be easier for people to read? It shouldn't be too confusing for most people, but just in case I guess? Makes sense, I should've done that to start with.
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Dooky Dingo posted:Let's Play SWTOR: Semi-colons are pretty cool; grammar is fun. I did almost name the thread "Star Wars: The Old Republic: Republic Edition: The Search for More Colons". Regardless, I think we can all say that we've learned something today. I look forward to each of us discovering the magic of the semicolon in our own way across the next set of updates.
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Feb 14, 2013 16:25
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Brainamp posted:
Oh god, I knew body type 3 was big, but this is ridiculous! Todessa's about to go Godzilla on that town!
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: Doesn't look like there's too much resistance in there. Bellis shouldn't be too hard to find.
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I'm pretty sure what the alignment points reflect is that you don't know where the separatists took the supplies and the woman who knows will only tell you if you promise to return them to her. You can either agree and keep your word (full lightside for keeping your word), agree but return them to the army anyway (breaking your promise but the light/dark gain evens out), or threaten the kid and then return them to the army (full darkside for getting the supplies back in the most thuggish way). It is pretty inelegant because it's not clear what you're really gaining or losing the points for exactly, outside of threatening children is bad.
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Yeah, the game does do a decent job of making some of the minor characters memorable. Her job's just "hey, class trainer over there," but they took it as a chance to help expand on what life in the Order can be like. The smuggler gets someone pointing their way like that too but I didn't include it since that one's not very interesting. Also for some reason the idea of an out-of-shape Jedi makes me chuckle. They're ascetics, how do you even get overweight?
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Ferrosol posted:So there I was, sent to talk nice and find out whatever the pilgrims knew about the Flesh Raiders. Due to Master Orgus being too cheap to spring for a speeder, I had to hike all the way up there, and let me tell you it was a long walk. I wonder if a certain other Jedi's low physical fitness is being referenced?
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##Begin Log## Captain's log: entry #003 Stardate: If it's so much as a day behind Skavak it's two days too long. So let's pick up where we left off.  quote:Syreena: You must be the freighter captain Viidu's expecting. It's a pleasure to meet you in person. I'm Syreena. Ahhh, Syreena. The first girl I've met on this planet who's not grief-striken, trying to scam me, or trying to kill me. At the moment those three things are at the top of my list.  quote:Syreena: I heard about what happened with Skavak. Can't say I'm surprised. I told Viidu not to trust that scoundrel. Yeah, yeah, not my best work, but after a few days back in action I was just happy to be holding something that felt like a normal conversation. quote:Syreena: It's comforting to know a confident man like you is taking care of things. I feel safer already.  quote:Quinine: If he's gonna suspect anyway... Maybe it was less than gentlemanly to come on strong with Viidu's girl, especially after he'd been so decent about that lost cargo of blasters, and especially after my experiences in Talloran. When a girl starts playing along though... drat, I haven't learned a thing, have I? quote:Syreena: Haha, I can see you're going to be trouble. We'll have to continue this discussion later.  If nothing else, I've gotta admit Viidu has good taste. I'd never want to settle down like this, no matter how much the cargo business pays, but I had to at least respect him for making the most of it.  quote:Viidu: Back already, captain? Help me and Corso finish this Roba steak. Don't let this fine cut of meat go to waste. Another mission putting me right on the front lines. I had to keep telling myself it was one more step toward getting my ship back, but all of a sudden I was up for a slice of that Roba steak just in case.  quote:Corso: I'd rather go with you, Captain. My vibroblade's pretty good for chopping separatists off at the knees. I call it 'Huey'. I think I've got a pretty good handle on Corso by now. Your typical good old boy gun-nut, with an axe to grind about the separatists – and he seems more than eager to grind it on them personally, if he gets the chance. Better he didn't come along, I didn't need to go drawing attention to myself. quote:Viidu: Forget about the separatists, Corso. I want that slicer kit here before the captain comes back.  quote:Viidu: Mixing personal grudges and business is like dropping a thermal detonator into a fuel dump. Viidu was right. The longer I spend on Ord Mantell the deeper I get into the worst part of civil war – friends killing friends, kids growing up with no parents except the chip on their shoulder, and the only hatchets getting buried are in the backs of whatever neighbour you blame for it all. Wait, didn't I just make an axe-burying quip? drat, Ord Mantell really [is] getting to me. quote:Syreena: Viidu, there's someone named Rogun calling on the holo. He sounds upset.  On my way back out of the fort, I crossed paths with a Republic lieutenant. I must've been out of the army for longer than I thought, because I made the rookie mistake of making eye-contact and before I knew it he was barrelling down on me with something to volunteer for.  quote:Lieutenant Xorem: drat separatists. All they're doing is cutting themselves off. Cockeyed fools, all of them. Did you hear about the bridge to Mannett Point? I wanted to tell him where he could stick his mission, but that little sliver of conscience I try to keep a lid on started acting up. Saving a doctor, and it's on the way? I'm sure I've got some sin somewhere that could make up for.  quote:Quinine: I could lend a hand if you need one. You find officers like Xorem in every military. If I didn't know better I'd say the Republic clones 'em. Still, the mission was real, and it was on the way. I started to think so long as I got a move on maybe I could make it to Mannett Point before getting lumbered with more trouble, but as I cut through the refugee camp...  quote:Iero: Ellis, dear, stop overreacting. We don't know it was him, and I don't see the use of bothering a stranger about it.  quote:Ellis: We wouldn't waste anyone's time – we'll pay. We have the credits. There are guns for hire everywhere. Like... you! Could you help us? drat. And I'd almost made it out, too.  quote:Quinine: Tell me what the problem is, and I'll see what I can do. Paul. Weird name. Saving kids and doctors... not much money in it for a mostly-legitimate entrepreneur as myself, but I wasn't gonna say no when I'm risking my hide anyway.  Mannett Point was just as besieged as everyone had been saying. A crashed walker, laser-fire spitting off every which way, and the occasional rocket blast made it pretty clear the Point was the hot-spot of the day.  Sure enough, the troops were trying to retake the broken stump of the bridge, which the separatists were holding with everything they had. I've still got no idea why they wanted one end of a busted bridge, and I'd bet the credits I don't have that neither does anyone fighting over it. Smugglers don't go in through the front door anyway, so I looked for where the action wasn't.  Sure enough, if you didn't mind getting wet, the water the bridge crossed was pretty easy to swim. Everyone was so busy fighting over what was left of the bridge that I could just about stroll up to Mannett Point.  Just about, that is.  The town or base on the island itself was complete enemy territory. The sound of the battle gave me some cover, but sill, they could've dropped a battalion on me and I don't think anyone on the mainland would be rushing in to help.  I did what I could – I moved fast, hit hard, and stayed in the alley-ways. Seps just figured the fighting outside was picking up.  My first stop was the hospital. Maybe it's a little too obvious, but if you're a doctor in a war-zone, odds are good you're in the hospital. All I had to worry about was if it was the separatists keeping him there. They were, sort of.  quote:Daek: Please, Doctor Jaen? Please? More kids. And freshly-minted orphans, this time. All I'd wanted to do was find the bastard who'd stolen my ship, push him out the airlock and get off this rock – and maybe not in that order. Now here I was bunkered down in a hospital behind enemy lines with near two-dozen kids and a doctor. Funny how plans change.  quote:Quinine: Can't we get them off the island too? And I mostly believed it. The Republic as a whole is all for saving kids, ending wars, and living together in peace and harmony, Force preserve us all. Jaen was right though, take his case to the wrong guy and those war orphans of his would be seniors before anyone comes to rescue them.  quote:Jaen: You have more faith than I have. But I'll cut you a deal – if you can convince the Republic to send help for these children, I'll return to Fort Garnik. I did the best I could. It wasn't my job to drag the doctor kicking and screaming from a bunch of children, thank the Force, and I had other stops on Mannett Point that day.  I didn't have much to go on for Paul, just a rumour that he was on the island and that he looked like his old man. None of the seps who'd taken shots at me so far had matched the description, but the Republic troops outside weren't checking. I decided to crack the toughest nut first and make for the barracks.  Of course, that meant killing even more seps. Thankfully I had them by complete surprise, and so long as none of them looked like a younger, less miserable Iero I could run and gun without hesitating.  Other times, there were just so many seps that I had to walk in as confidently as I could, hoping no one would ask questions. I mean, who'd believe some hotshot with a blaster-pistol had fought his way all the way through the heart of Mannett Point, right?  Eventually I spotted a separatist who couldn't have been older than eighteen, and who – if you squinted – looked like Iero minus the wrinkles. Thankfully he didn't start shooting so I could at least make introductions.  quote:Paul: Stay back, Republic scum. Stay back or I'll shoot!  quote:Paul: We couldn't resist. They would have killed us. So we took the stims, and-and we didn't have to think... we could just shoot, and... I'd heard this story before. Ord Mantell wouldn't be the first war with child soldiers, and it won't be the last. I didn't even want to ask how many of those original fifteen were still alive, or if they still had a full deck upstairs after years of killing and stims. quote:Quinine: You don't have to say anymore. 'A few credits' just about described my finances, thanks to Skavak. If I'd wanted to be broke but spiritually rich I'd have become a Jedi, assuming they'd lower their standards. Still... I know what a kid might've been put through in a place like this. His parents wanted me to find Paul, and looking at him now there might not be much of the Paul they remember left. I thought about Corellia and how long it'd been since I'd seen it, and what I'd pay not to have to see it again. It was about then I broke out my credit chip. quote:Quinine: I hope this is enough to get you off-planet. I don't know how else to help you.  quote:Paul: It's – it's plenty. But you're – you're giving me credits? I – I don't know what to say. I can finally leave. Thank you. Hearing the kid say that made me cringe. All I'd gotten him was a ticket off of Ord Mantell. With refugees flooding every sector they weren't running from in the first place, it was a kid's dream that a ticket somehow meant he was safe. Worst of all, the best skill he might have to barter with now that he's free and clear is that blaster. If he's going out into the galaxy with nothing to his name, the separatists probably gave him the best education he could hope for. I didn't tell Paul that.  Meeting Paul had taken the oomph out of my fighting. It sort of kills the mood when you start wondering if the guy taking shots at you is a drugged up child-soldier.  No more distractions. I'd come here to find info on Skavak, and after sitting through Reki's boring bird book cypher I'd be damned if I wasn't going to find some. I hit the power relays quick and quiet and skulked my way over to Reki's place.  quote:[You open Reki's treatise on Ord Mantell's exotic birds and are instantly bored by the dull text entries.] A back door. A back door? That's what you had to hide in your secret code book, you creep? Reki, if I ever meet you again I'm shoving a Mantellian flutterplume where the sun doesn't shine so you can come to appreciate them as much as I have, reading your 'schematics'.  Sure enough, his back door lead to a little path hidden from view. It was a straight run to the seps' basement.  Getting past the guards wasn't hard, although they got some of my sympathy for having the most pointless guard-job in the base – couldn't they have just locked the door? Smugglers learn not to dwell on these questions.  The lower levels were only lightly guarded, since the seps assumed you'd be coming down from above. I've gotten back into the swing of gunfighting, and a few guys looking the wrong way were no trouble.  At least, they weren't until I actually found the computer I was looking for. Then, well... Recommended for exceptionally poor bluffing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfD8vYjh67k  quote:Gorry: Come on, Foursen. Say it just like I taught you.  quote:Quinine: By the stars! Republic troops have invaded our base! Okay, so it wasn't my slickest bluff, they can't all be golden! I've really gotta work on my impersonations. quote:Gorry: Oh no! 4-SEN, activate combat protocols! We've got to warn the others!  quote:Gorry: Here comrade. If you see any Republic lackeys, use this on them. He handed me an adrenal stim. After my little talk with Paul, I gotta say it creeped me out a little. quote:Gorry: Let's go, Foursen! There's no time to waste!  After hearing Paul's story, the last thing I wanted to do was gun down some dumb kid who thought he was a bigshot rebel hero. Hell, maybe he'd been one of Pauls friends taken young enough to believe the garbage about the glorious revolution. I was glad to put the whole of Mannett Point behind me, and I'll be gladder to do the same to this whole planet. I high-tailed it back to Fort Garnik. Some Republic soldiers must've been through recently since the way was clear all the way back to base. Before taking the datapad to Viidu though, I figured cashing in my volunteer work might help clear the slate.   quote:Lieutenant Xorem: What's this? Where's the doctor?  quote:Lieutenant Xorem: You're right. Division is death. We'll get those kids. You'd better believe we'll get those kids. I could really feel for the lieutenant at that moment. The guy's a clockwork soldier. Some spring in his head is telling him he's supposed to care about these kids, that saving them's important – but unless you make them part of his mission, he doesn't know what to do about it. quote:Lieutenant Xorem: Good work finding the doctor. You can take your pay and go now. We'll handle it from here. Again, good work. Keep telling yourself that, Xorem. And get those kids before the separatists find them. I'd missed Ellis and Iero in the refugee camp on my way back through. To be honest I was looking forward to my next shootout more than I was breaking the news about Paul. He'd given me the ring for them, though, and they deserved to know.  quote:Ellis: You're back! Please tell me you've found him. Tell me you've found our son! Sometimes kids don't come home, and sometimes they can't. I've known a hundred Pauls. Smuggling is filled with Pauls, runaways who turned running into their way of life. Sometimes the cargo you're smuggling is a Paul, trying to get away from something you don't ask too much about. I had to find my ship, and soon. Wars look different from low-orbit and a spaceport's landing bays. The longer I spent trying to find Skavak though, the deeper I was getting into a life I hadn't counted on living.  It's up to Viidu and Corso to crack the datapad and figure out just where Skavak's hiding. If he and my ship are anywhere on this planet, I'm going to find him and reintroduce him to the ground from the upper atmosphere. At least thinking about that keeps a smile on my face. ##End Log## [Went a little long this time, I'll try to do smaller, more frequent updates from now on, but I sort of liked the "children suffering due to war" theme in Mannett Point and wanted to get it all out at once.] Dolash fucked around with this message at 09:03 on Feb 26, 2013 |
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Brainamp posted:This line makes the entire area worth it. The snide "Your mom sent me" afterward deserves a mention.
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Feb 20, 2013 23:13
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Catsworth posted:I think you meant to put Skavak for the 2nd Corso there. Unless... the twist is we're really hunting Corso and Corso is helping us as to not put suspicion on Corso. Editing!  There's always something you manage to miss until you go to print.
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Feb 21, 2013 00:34
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Xander77 posted:Stop doing the quotes thing for dialog and just use portraits like literally everyone else. The quotes are uncomfortable to read in and of themselves, but they also expect the reader to remember what every two bit fetch questing NPC is called instead of just putting a face next to a line of dialog. I thought mixing it up with a different style might add some variety, especially since the smuggler's dialogue is already sprinkled with so many snarky comments that I wasn't sure there was much to add using the same approach. In the Sandcastle I specifically mentioned a desire to try a different LP style more in line with, say, BOrangeFury's Fallout than CaptainGarlic's Icewind Dale 2, so I do want to stick with the captain's-log-as-internal-monologue approach, but if the names instead of portraits really are that bad I suppose I could change that much. I rather liked them since forcing people to remember names was the whole point, since it might make the bit characters seem a little more real. I admit, this update was way too long and long updates tend to drag, so from now on I'll try to keep things short and snappy to make them easier to read. You're probably not the only one who didn't get through it and I'll do my best to account for that. Yes, smaller, more frequent updates and perhaps swapping in portraits should help. Edit - oh jesus, I meant CaptainGarlic's Icewind Dale 2, there goes my LP history cred. Dolash fucked around with this message at 14:41 on Feb 21, 2013 |
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Feb 21, 2013 14:20
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That quest with the Jedi lovers is probably the most common source of dark side points for light side characters on the planet. Jolee Bindo would approve of your actions.
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Feb 21, 2013 16:28
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Inferior posted:I dunno, the woman (Moracen) gives off some slightly Sithy "the rules don't apply to us, we're special" vibes. I usually take the neutral route of not snitching on them, but persuading them to break up anyway. Taking that route also gives you the option to literally tell Moracen "Guess I've just ruined your entire life, huh." which is good for a laugh. True, they do their best to give some reasons to think that breaking up the relationship would be for the best, but people in general tend to be so hostile to the whole Jedi "love is wrong because passions are bad, you must be monotone space monks" thing that they don't want to take part in enforcing it even if the relationship really is a bad idea. Your way out is probably the best.
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Feb 21, 2013 17:17
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One of the neat things is that with all the different interpretations of the Jedi from different eras, writers and so on, it's painted the picture of an Order that's actually gone through a lot of phases and changes over the years. Sort of like the Catholic church, dogma and rules are always evolving - some eras, the thinking is that Jedi shouldn't form relationships, other eras they're more lax. Sometimes the Jedi are a massive, monolithic organization tightly connected to the Republic, otherwise they're a more independent and diverse organization. Sometimes they're rigidly hierarchical, other times they're decentralized. If you look at the Jedi from the days of Exar Kun and Quel-Droma, then up to Darth Revan, then in the years following with the Exile, then the years leading all the way up to SWTOR, the Jedi have been portrayed differently in each.
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Feb 22, 2013 05:45
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There's never really been a clear and consistent view put forward of what the Force is in the Star Wars universe. Even the Jedi and Sith's interpretation seems to change over time, and the Consular actually does get a decent window into this with the early Jedi philosophers and their disputes. One of the many ways in which KOTOR 2 was an effective deconstruction of Star Wars is Kreia suggests the Force isn't really understood by anyone, and probably doesn't care about the different codes and rules built up around it. Every Star Wars writer afterward should've embraced this idea, but instead it just looks like it's the writers who don't agree on how the Force works.
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Feb 24, 2013 15:33
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Gotta love that casual Force Push kill. A Flesh Raider who can stop fighting long enough to negotiate and ask to be trained in the Jedi ways poses a lot of problems for the game's approach of "slaughter these space orcs". Better to sidestep that little crisis of faith entirely. It does lose something outside of the animation, though - the way the guy dwindles off in the distance gives some serious Team Rocket blasting off vibes. Edit: VVVVV Oh god, I'd almost forgotten. If they'd really wanted to tempt players to the dark side, they'd have made all the dark side choices have such goofy animations. Dolash fucked around with this message at 00:43 on Feb 25, 2013 |
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Feb 25, 2013 00:27
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##Begin Log## Captain’s Log, entry #004 Stardate: Hours of grey, sep-infested wasteland from the next village. I got back to Viidu's feeling a little better after my good deeds at the Point. My good mood lasted until I hit the warehouse floor.    That sounded like my cue.  quote:Syreena: Captain, thank goodness. I could use your help here.  That could've gone a lot worse than it did. Viidu'd been understanding so far, but something told me a shoot-out in his warehouse over his girl might've stretched his goodwill. Knowing my luck at the moment I'd have just ended up breaking something Viidu was holding for the Hutt cartel. quote:Syreena: Thank you for stepping in, Captain. I was so frightened. About this time a million red flags popped up along the horizon, but for some drat reason I can't help but make life more interesting for myself. She's an obvious schmoozer, but who doesn't like to be schmoozed from time to time?  quote:Syreena: I... I can't do that to Viidu right now. Maybe when the danger is past... Okay, so I'm a bastard for flirting with Viidu's girl – if we're all alive in a few days for him to be mad about it, I'll point out who just saved our collective asses from Rogun the Not So Nice Guy. Hopefully nobody'll mention who lost all the blasters in the first place.  quote:Quinine: Some of your goons just went after your girl, Viidu.  I didn't need to hear what it was to know anything called the "big boom run" was something I wasn't going to enjoy. Running all over Ord Mantell getting into shootouts with separatists was starting to make me feel like we were losing sight of the big picture here, and I told Viidu as much. quote:Quinine: All I care about is finding Skavak and getting back what's mine. It isn't that Viidu's whole plan is bad, just the part where I'm the one stuck holding the bag – the one with all the volatile explosives in it. Still, I guess he's right, it'd be nice to not get butchered any time soon. That's why I'm writing this on the road to Oradam village, before I have a chance to go "big boom". On the way out I made sure to drop by Corso and see what was up.  quote:Corso: This here's a SoroSuub SSK heavy blaster. It's cut for a quick draw and has a hair trigger. I call it "Flashy".  "Flashy" is right. The blaster's just the sort of toy that'd catch a guy like Corso's eye – lots of flashing lights and attachments, no clue what any of them do. He was right thought, Flashy packs a punch, and in the backwoods giving someone a blaster from your private collection is kind of a big deal. Kid must've taken a shine to me.  The road to Oradam was pretty rough. Lots of signs of fighting, no clue who won. The only thing that didn't fit the dull grey landscape was a little blot of gold desperately trying to get my attention.  quote:S3-E3: It's horrible, just horrible! They're barbarians! They killed them all and now my mistress is in terrible danger. Sloppy work. Then again, I'm not wearing a uniform – how did the droid know I wasn't a separatist too? My gut said "trap", but if all the traps and tricks I'd fallen for since landing on Ord Mantell proved anything it's that I've got a lousy gut. quote:S3-E3: My mistress is still up there. I fear for her life. Please... you must resuce her! You know me by now.   I did my best to sneak up on the generator without tipping of the seps. It wasn't hard – they were all too busy busting up expensive electronics to notice.  I found Celestra working on the generator, and pretty quick decided to cool my jets with the knight in shining armour routine. She had the oil-stains and blaster-marks that told me she'd be in no mood.  quote:Celestra: Where were you when those savages were slaughtering my coworkers? Forget it. I've got bigger problems right now. It was pretty obvious at this point Celestra wasn't a damsel in need of saving – it was her trying to save Fort Garnik. Pretty sad to say I could believe the Republic would miss giving their engineers an armed escort, never mind using a generator outside the fort to power the defences inside the fort.  quote:Celestra: Our equipment was scattered in the attack. I can hold the generator steady, but I need my tools and the liquid coolant to fix it. She didn't have to tell me twice. Not much point in grabbing those chems for Viidu if I get back and separatists are hanging him from a lamp-post.  The separatists put up a good fight, but I put up a better one. I want to keep saying my army days are coming back to me, but I must've killed twice as many men since touching down than I did in my whole enlistment.  I guess it's true what they say – the private sector gets things done faster.  I found the parts easy enough and picked off as many separatists as I could find, which was plenty. If the Republic doesn't put a real garrison there soon, there'll be plenty more soon enough, too. At least Garnik didn't get overrun today, and sometimes that's the best thing you can say about a day.  quote:Quinine: I'm glad I was around to help out. Normally "something for my trouble" is at least a kiss, but no – Celestra offered me credits out of pocket. Probably her own creds, too, and the Republic's not gonna be in a hurry to reimburse her. Celestra reminded me of what I like best about the Republic, the unsung heroes and hard-workers who get the worst assignments and do the tough jobs. Willing to give what they can't afford to get it done, for the good of galactic society. I mean, obviously I still took the credits. I'm trying to run a business here. ##End Log## [It turns out I hate making little portraits and rather like the "journal" style that the written names grant, so unless there's widespread dissatisfaction with them I'd like to keep them. I tried breaking them up more this time and keeping the update as a whole shorter so as not to wear out its welcome, plus removed the repeated lines in the dialogue and increased the size of the subtitles. Better?] Dolash fucked around with this message at 09:29 on Feb 26, 2013 |
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Catsworth posted:I don't personally have any qualms with the style. No no, by all means - I always leave off editing until late at night, which is why I always miss things. And you're especially right about the Big Boom Run. The Boom Boom Run was me mixing it up with a local bar called the Boom Boom Room.
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Feb 26, 2013 09:28
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There's playing the long game, and then there's sitting in a basement for 20,000 years being bitter about losing an argument. He predated the Sith, I wonder if they'd convince him his theories are bunk?
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Feb 27, 2013 19:24
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Ferrosol! Making us look bad with your impressive update rate! Now we've all got to step on the gas to catch up in time for the first flashpoint! But while I'm here I wouldn't mind a Guardian to watch my back and a Yellow sabre for the coolness points.
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Mar 1, 2013 22:59
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##Begin Log## Captain’s Log, entry #005 Stardate: Probably seconds away from being blown into little chunks of ex-Captain. So here I am in beautiful Oradam village.  I've heard a little chatter about this place. Seems it's the only village outside of the fort where the separatists haven't gotten a foothold.  It wasn't too hard to figure out why. The place was popular with government types, artists, and anyone in the upper crust who couldn't expect to keep their head if the separatists won. This gave Oradam a creepy, paranoid feeling – local bruisers were always watching me, and everyone went around with big, fixed smiles on their faces to show how much they thought nothing was wrong. I was looking for Trymbo's place when I spotted a burned-down house everyone else was avoiding like fire was contagious. There was an old man out front, and since Viidu mentioned the chemicals were an explosion risk I figured I had the right place.  quote:Quinine: They were criminals, not good soldiers. This guy wasn't Trymbo, but I couldn't just leave him twisting in the wind. The war for Ord Mantell was getting dirtier by the minute – now that I knew what kind of town Oradam was and the kind of men the Republic had “defending” it, I was starting to see why the guys with the child soldiers shot full of stims were still so popular.  quote:Odar: They... they were headed toward the fort. Please... please find my daughter. From the looks of him Odar wouldn't be able to keep it together much longer, and you don't have to tell me that the longer his daughter spends at the fort the worse her chances of coming home in one piece get. Still, I did have business in Oradam, so I got some directions to Trymbo's and took off to grab those chemicals Rogun wanted so bad.  Unfortunately, only his wife was in. On the plus side, she was in the middle of breakfast. Despite Odar's story making me sick to my stomach I'd hardly eaten since touching down on this blasted rock. quote:Quinine: Eh, I could eat. You got any bantha milk to wash it down with?  Loonda creeped me out. You could see Odar's smoking house from her front door, and with the way she talked about beaches you wouldn't think there was a civil war going on outside.  If I'd thought Loonda was weird, though, I hadn't seen anything yet – because then I found Trymbo. Recommended, as must be seen to be believed! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBSOet3PmrY  quote:Trymbo: Listen, do you smell that? There's a pot of Alderaanian stew bubbling. But how could I smell it all the way on Ord Mantell? All I could smell was grade-A crazy, and maybe a whiff of whatever mixture gave Trymbo his brain damage. quote:Quinine: Viidu sent me to pick up a cannister of chemicals from you.  quote:Quinine: You've inhaled a lot of chemicals, haven't you?  Looks like I managed to stumble upon Oradam's resident Racist Grandpa. If I stick around maybe he'll tell me how Neimoidian bankers run the Republic or how he can't tell Twi'leks apart. quote:Trymbo: What you really need is a precision teleporter, but a former assistant crashed my prototype into the sun.  So that leaves me here. In a cave with a crazy old man and a dispenser for his brain-busting, explosion-loving super-chems that I need to rush back to Viidu so we won't get butchered in time to save a girl from my own side. Maybe I'm the crazy one. ##End Log## Dolash fucked around with this message at 15:56 on Mar 2, 2013 |
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my dad posted:or P'orkins if you want a Star Wars reference. Jolune's taken enough jabs about her fitness already, methinks! Molyneux makes for a fun philosophy reference, although we're probably going to get a lot of people asking what Fable has to do with Star Wars.
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Catsworth posted:Well, it uses the same model as a Gundark which us Imps have seen on Dromund Kaas and they probably show up elsewhere as well, but who knows what it's supposed to be. They missed a golden opportunity to call it a Dark Gundark. Try saying that three times fast!
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Brainamp posted:Pretty much as was said before, the Republic kinda got the poo poo end of the starting worlds. I'll be posting the codex entries and my opinion on Ord Mantell once we're done there unless Dolash would prefer to. You go right on ahead, I'll probably chime in on my opinion on Ord Mantell too once we're off it.
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##Begin Log## Captain’s Log, entry #006 Stardate: A few minutes away from taking the craziest risk of my life (so far) A smarter guy than me would've made straight for Viidu's to drop of that canister of high explosive I was carting around, but my run-in with Odar left me jittery. I'd seen trouble like that before, and knew just about every minute counted.  The sad part was, it wasn't even hard to find them. There was one part of the barracks everyone avoided, the part set way into the base, where you couldn't hear what was going on. No windows, no guards. Not even any locks - at least none keeping people from getting in. I kept my hand on my blaster and I walked on through. Recommended for full, unpleasant effect. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1E5kWqK3tGM  quote:Qo'el: I already told you! I don't know anything – I swear!  Just two of them, but there was a lot of room in the back. I couldn't say how many more were watching, or how many more people they had prisoner back there. quote:Kellik: Hey! What are you doing here? You're not allowed in here! This is a top secret operation!  Kellik's slap got a wince out of me. You have to be pretty far gone when you start handing out hits like that to tied-up women. quote:Qo'el: Aaaaah! Please, you have to stop them! They're torturing us.  There were guys like this back when I served too. Hell, there are probably guys like this stretching back to the dawn of time. The only lucky break in the whole mess was that it looked off the record, which meant maybe, just maybe there was still someone higher up Kellik had to hide this from. quote:Quinine: I'll care, and I'll make sure your superiors care too. Kellik didn't have to tell me what'd happen to Qo'el then. No way could she just go back to her dad – he hadn't even bothered to hide her away before telling me his plan. There were plenty of ditches in the refugee camps she could turn up in, or maybe she could be just another innocent bystander to get picked off by the snipers on the road from Drelliad. Since landing on this planet I must've killed a company of men, way more than I did when fighting for the Republic. Even if it brought the whole of Fort Garnik down on my head I wasn't about to walk away from a streak of waste in a uniform like Kellik.  quote:Kellik: Woah woah, take it easy! The last thing we need in here is a shoot-out, all right? I knew if I went back there and kicked in a few more doors I might've turned up a few more prisoners the boys were “interrogating”, but honestly I'd been lucky to get that far. I'm not some big hero or someone with the authority to crack the whole nut open. I got Qo'el out of there and didn't look back.  quote:Quinine: I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. I followed Qo'el back to the speeder port and paid her fare home. After that she was on her own, but something told me Kellik and his friends wouldn't be after her in a hurry after this. They'd look for someone with fewer friends, not so much family for their next “interrogation”. I hope the next landmine the seps lay has Kellik's name on it. Having somehow not blown myself up yet, I figured it was finally time to drop of Trymbo's chemicals before Rogun got to sharpening his butcher's knife on poor old Viidu.  quote:Quinine: I think I'll just stand way over there.  Relief hit me like a gundark to the head. If Skavak's dumb enough to still be in the same star system as me, I'll be getting my ship back. quote:Syreena: Viidu, you promised you wouldn't get so excited. It's bad for your heart.  When Viidu said it I thought it was a joke. Since then I've actually seen the volcano, and it is way more real than it should be. These seps have seen too many holo-movies... quote:Corso: What do you expect from a bunch of foaming-at-the-mouth murderers? I wish that volcano would blow its top.  Corso Riggs, everybody, always keeping the big picture in mind. Jokes aside though, the guy's so raring to go, how could I have said no? It'd be like kicking a puppy. A heavily-armed, revenge-minded hillbilly puppy. quote:Quinine: It'll be nice to have some backup out there.  While I'm glad for the company on this crazy plan, Corso still makes me worry. Here's a guy who wants bloody revenge on every separatist he can get his hands on, and we're supposed to sneak into the heart of the seps' secret volcano lair without fighting their entire army single-handed on the way in. He's got a handle on things now, guess I'll just have to hope he keeps it together. We didn't make it two steps out of Viidu's warehouse before this fat guy with a politician look started making his way over. At first I was worried Kellik might've had brassy friends, but it turned out to be something else entirely.  I've been to Dantooine. Not so many customs officials as you'd think, but not much there unless you love farming or admiring old ruins.  quote:Quinine: I might be able to do something.  At least his story checks out, only a Senator can sound so condescending with so few words. quote:Milo Phipps: Let me stress that this is a very sensitive matter. The Republic promised protection to a pirate a few months back – a pirate with whom we share common enemies.  I've said it before, but I've got a weakness for patriotism plus a paycheck. Besides, it's on the way. quote:Milo Phipps: Go speak to my man at the entrance – Lieutenant Bendick. He'll fill you in on the details. I get the distinct feeling Milo's puffing up his mission. Civil wars don't end thanks to some “smoking gun” evidence from one pirate, unless the secret he's hiding is “where all your dead friends and family are hiding”. Still, maybe he'll be useful, and as a rule I try not to antagonize ex-senator secret agents. Besides, Bendick was standing between me and the speeder port.  quote:Quinine: He said you'd give me the details.  And that explains why Bendick was making such a hard sell. It also tells me Milo's a pretty lousy spy if his own assistant has a burning personal grudge against the guy they're trying to bring in alive. Either he's stupid enough not to know about Bendick's dead brother, or he's stupid enough to think it doesn't matter. Either way, not building up his case for Veem Set so well. quote:Quinine: If he can help us crush the separatists, he's worth saving. Truth be told this was kind of a tricky one for me. I'd just gotten done saving someone because no matter what she knew it wasn't worth torturing her over. Now I'm being asked to save a guy who deserves a long walk out a short airlock because of what he knows. One way or the other though, I'm not going to do it for Bendick's blood money. My profits might not always be squeaky clean but I don't kill for credits. Uh, directly.  quote:Lieutenant Bendick: Suit yourself. Maybe you'll have a change of heart when you meet the son of a sow. drat pirates. Thanks for all those 'details', Bendick. Not like Milo hadn't already told me he was in a holding cell in the sep base. I can see why they'd made this guy an aide, and maybe why Milo is an ex senator and governor. We jumped a speeder back to Oradam village. Kinda funny how the biggest separatist stronghold on the island was just outside the only village they couldn't crack, but guerilla wars are weird like that. I had a stop to make in town before our daring suicide mission, though.  quote:Odar: Everyone, this is the good person who saved my daughter!  Corso had no idea what'd just happened, so I laid out Odar and Qo'el's story. He could hardly believe it, and I don't blame him – that's not the Republic he knows. People always want to see wars in black and white, good against evil, Jedi and Sith. Up close? It's a different story. If it'd been Kellik and his friends who stole Corso's family instead of a mob of separatists, Corso would've been arm in arm with Skavak to steal my ship for the revolution. If Veem Set had stayed in bed the day he killed Bendick's brother, I don't think the good lieutenant would've tried to get me to kill him. Even if Qo'el didn't have any separatist friends before, she's probably making some right now, but at the same time Odar's warm welcome is probably why Corso and I haven't seen one separatist ambush since leaving Oradam. It's a messy galaxy out there.  If we make it out of this volcano alive (I still can't believe that's the plan), there's only two things I'm sure of – that I'm getting off this planet as soon as I can, and that I'm leaving a blaster bolt in Skavak's brain. At least that's something I can still look forward to. ##End Log##
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Another great update... but can I just say that after editing our flashpoint pictures and videos, Todessa has the most terrifying eyes known to man or beast? Seriously, look at those things.
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I wanted to mention I much prefer Todessa's solution to the quest. Your official choices are betting on the outcome and watching the runners run, run yourself, or go tell the ethics officer what's happening - the drunk ethics officer, who you find in the cantina, and who thinks he'd already shut it down but is totally sure he'll get them to stop for real this time. Bleeeaaak.
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