[Screenshots] SWTOR – Zamarra + Zenith

Since I had her name saved on my other server, I’ve been leveling my copycat Zamarra. I was most interested in playing her because I wanted to see all the scenes with Zenith again, her unrequited crush for the last 6 years. Originally, I think he had been intended as a romance, because I actually read guides about how to romance him, and some of his lines hint at it. But sadly, it’s not in the live game, so Zamarra will just have to go on pining, I guess. But aren’t they perfect for each other, come on?

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[Story] Story a Week

[[ Trying to figure out what my non-Outlander SWTOR characters are doing. Here’s what Zamarra is up to! ]]

“Master Zamarra, are we lost?” Araalo asked, her eyes wide as she looked around the dark forest. Dense vegetation crowded around on all sides, and thick vines hung from the canopy above, making their passage difficult.

“Shhh!” hissed Malo, from behind her. “We’re supposed to be quiet.”

The twi’lek Jedi closed her navigation device — it wasn’t doing them any good anyway. Worse, its signal could be detected by anyone close enough. Zamarra could only risk using it for short periods of time, and even that was more reckless than she wished to be. “It’s all right,” Zamarra reassured the frightened youngsters, huddled together behind her. “We’re not lost, we’re — on an adventure.”

She’d managed to find five of them, dusty and bleeding and terrified as they fled the ruins of their school, destroyed in moments by the Eternal Fleet. It hadn’t been the target — the Fleet had no specific targets, it simply destroyed everything in its path. But force-sensitive children were in danger from many sides, and though she had no children of her own, Zamarra immediately took them under her wing. She had been an instructor, for a few years now, and it helped that they recognized and trusted her. It was very unlikely she could have convinced them to follow her otherwise, even if the world around them was crumbling apart. Her own ship had fuel and supplies to get them out of immediate danger, but after that? Zamarra wasn’t sure. Anywhere populated was dangerous, and her ship would easily be tracked by official channels. They needed somewhere remote, but those places were usually empty for a reason. Zamarra wasn’t much of a pilot, but her ship’s navigation was sufficiently automated that she was able to pick a point and go toward it. From the small port planet, they bought passage to this one — with only the few supplies they’d brought along. They would need to make their own shelter and find food on their own, something Zamarra wasn’t skilled in, but the planet readings suggested that it would be habitable, at least.

The dense jungles provided shelter from the rain — which was nearly constant, but at least it was warm. It also provided cover from any possible overhead probes, and the warmth might obscure heat detection. There were a great many small creatures that glided, slithered, and scurried through the jungle as well. Zamarra was certain they could catch enough of these to survive until they could clear some ground for planting. Where there were prey, there were certainly predators, and though they had heard some strange noises from the jungle, Zamarra had not seen any yet. Fortunately, she had her saber to protect them if needed. The five students were among the youngest at the school, barely just beginning their training. They wouldn’t be able to survive on their own, and Zamarra worried about being able to keep them safe. Though they were frightened, tired, and wet, they hardly complained. They looked to her for guidance, and Zamarra knew she couldn’t let them down.

Hutaxo, the little zabrak boy, perked up. “I like adventure holovids. I saw one like this one time, they were in a big jungle and they had to eat bugs for food.”

“Yech,” said Thisiri, her nose crinkling up.

Giving them a task to do was helpful in keeping them distracted from the danger at hand. “Can you remember anything else from the holovid?” Zamarra asked. “Like how to make a shelter?” Hutaxo nodded eagerly. “Stay where I can see you, and shout if you need help. Take Malo with you.” The two boys ran off to collect sticks and vines for their shelter. If they were away longer than a few minutes, she would go looking for them. Zamarra still feared the unknown dangers of the jungle, especially the predators. There could also be inhabitants here that she hadn’t yet noticed — though there were no ruins or towns that they’d come across, it was doubtful that the entire planet was empty.

“Let’s clear some of this ground so we can make a fire,” Zamarra said. The trees had formed a small natural clearing here, and the ground was relatively flat but tanged with vines and vegetation. It seemed a good enough place as any for a temporary camp, until she could scout the area more fully. The girls set to work, tugging the vines and roots free of the soil, piling the debris off to one side. It was difficult to tell, but Zamarra thought they seemed excited by the task. From their perspective, maybe it really was an exciting adventure. After all, they’d probably never camped in a jungle before. She couldn’t let her own fears overtake her mind, cloud her judgment or her resolve. Tonight she would take time to meditate and center herself, it had been far too long and she could feel the turmoil in her heart.

Part of that was worry about the others she knew. Was Malavar, her brother, safe? The Fleet had not spared the Empire its attacks, either. The last time they’d spoken over holo, he’d been researching some ancient artifacts on Voss. That was one of the places that the Eternal Empire had attacked — there were few planets that weren’t in its crosshairs. Zamarra believed that she would have sensed if something happened to him, but it was impossible to know for certain. They had a bond, but it was not as strong as it could have been. They’d spent so many years apart, only reuniting recently, and then they could communicate only with great caution. Though he had no loyalty to the Empire, the Republic still would consider it treasonous for Zamarra to contact him. They’d been using a hijacked signal, provided by Kif. She didn’t want to admit it, but she worried about him too. The routes between the planets were no more safe, with the Eternal Fleet patrolling there. She considered trying to locate him, but no doubt he had gone to ground as well — and he was much more skilled at it than she was. For now, the young Jedi were her focus.

[Screenshots] SWTOR – Traitor Among the Chiss

The new patch is a story patch (yay!) though it’s mostly a flashpoint. Which is okay, it’s a very long one so I’m not sure I’ll want to do it tons of times though. For the initial run, I had to use the story companion too, who is far weaker at healing and damage than my reliable Cat Husband. I didn’t die (to bosses, anyway) though so it was all right. I really like that they add decorations as drops from the bosses and as rewards for quests. Like most people in general chat, I wish we’d get a stronghold on this planet, it’s gorgeous! I felt kind of sad killing all the Chiss as I generally like them, but I liked to pretend they were all people saying the Agent story is good 😉

Not too many screenshots, but they’re behind a cut for spoilers, and Theron’s terrible hair. Honey, why.

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[Art] SWTOR – Happy Birthday Zamarra!

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“Hunted you this cake, Herald.”

My very first SWTOR character was born 6 years ago today (it was beta, but it still counts right?) She’s here with Qyzen, her loyal lizard pal and bodyguard.

Hope they have lots more years of adventures together!

[Screenshots] SWTOR Fakeys

Since the server consolidation, they increased the number of character slots per server. Being the altoholic I am, you know what I do when I see empty character slots… yep, I have to fill them. (I haven’t filled all 30 on both my servers, not yet anyway.)

I had Kazta’s and Zamarra’s names saved on my secondary server, Satele Shan, so I decided to actually level them up a little. By far my favorite part of the game is the 1-50 class storylines, and since you can’t replay conversations, the best way is to make a new character and play through them again. I also made a new kitty Smuggler, I may end up doing a few others but not too sure. I have repeats of every class at this point and some storylines I just don’t enjoy at all (looking at you, Agent).

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Playing my fake Zamarra brought back a whole flood of nostalgia feels. She was my very first SWTOR character, back in November of 2011. So almost exactly six years ago today! It brought back memories of her first exploring Tython, getting her first lightsaber and meeting her first companion, Qyzen. I think I’ll probably have to draw him soon, he doesn’t get nearly enough attention. He is her loyal alien lizard bodyguard!

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[OOC/Screenshots] Space Kids

Things have been really busy this week with some serious family stuff going on, and Mr Hare is home during the day, I have a hard time focusing on writing with other people around. I do have a few ideas saved up, but I have to find time to write them.

So, here’s a couple screenshots of the Space Kids. It’s double XP and double conquest this week. I don’t need XP because they’re all 70, but I’m trying to get everyone through all the story chapters for when the new companions return. They’re earning lots of conquest which means lots of gear, they need it!

 

[Screenshots] SWTOR – The Kids!

This weekend was another double XP weekend, and while I didn’t get to play as much as I wanted I still got pretty far on “the kids”. I have future/potential kids for Kazta and my Jedi Consular on a different server — I’m not the only one who makes kid characters right?

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Zamarra and Kif’s daughter got to 50 and finished her main storyline, while Kazta’s son got high enough to recruit dad. It’s really fun to RP that they are running around doing dad and son stuff together. He probably has a to-do list like in the movie “Elf” that includes baking cookies and snuggling. Also a lot of shooting, given who his parents are.

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