[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.

[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 – 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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[Story] Story a Week 38

[[ Prompt: A story set on another planet

I almost always do SWTOR characters for these, but I’m not exactly sure what some of my characters are up too right now. So here’s Malavar exploring spooky ruins on a gloomy planet! ]]

Malavar’s ship captain and navigator looked out the front window and scowled. “What’re we doing here, again?”

Looking out himself, Malavar was almost inclined to agree with him. A steady, driving rain drove against the transparent surface, the sky an ominous grey. The trees’ boughs were tossed back and forth by relentless winds. But even if he was to return another day, the rains lasted for half the year here, just another forgotten planet to everyone else. Malavar didn’t know exactly why he had been urged here, but he had a good idea. And he certainly knew whose idea it had been.

Having another consciousness within your own was the most unsettling thing that Malavar had ever experienced, akin to having a rock in one’s boot that you could never remove. It might be less noticeable at times, but it was always there. And it wasn’t the first time either, though according to his research, it wasn’t exactly the same. That hadn’t stopped him from attempting to oust his unwanted guest in the same manner, of course. Days he had spent in meditation, even returning to the dark places on Voss, but it persisted. The presence in his mind was a living, willful thing, and it resented these attempts to eject it. Malavar had to believe that it had brought him here for its own ends rather than his own. But he had to admit that he was curious. The maps that he had found were scarce, but they suggested an elaborate city had once been built here, and its ruins still remained. That was likely what he — or his guest — was after.

After the captain had left the bridge, Malavar clicked on his communicator. He paused there, regarding the flickering image of Zamarra. They hadn’t spoken in so long. He couldn’t let her know what was happening to him, for one because she would worry. She had enough to concern her already. The other was that he didn’t want her to be right, that the darkness had seized hold of his soul after all. Malavar didn’t feel any different, but what was happening to him seemed beyond his control. How much further would it pull him before he could break free? He didn’t want her to be between them when it happened.

Frowning, he clicked it off again. Maybe after he’d found whatever it is he’d come for. He had little in the way of outdoor equipment, but he found an overcoat that should keep most of the rain off. The hood was large enough to accommodate his lekku as well. He asked the archaeologist to join him; he trusted the man a great deal more than some of the rest of his crew, and he would likely have useful information about the ruins. Any place they visited, he always had some fact or story about, sometimes tiresome but usually interesting, at least.

Though it was day, the heavy clouds and driving rain made it difficult to see anything, and their lamps only lit so far. They took shelter within one of the ruins, as good a place as any to begin their search. The presence within his mind was maddeningly silent — the one time Malavar wished it to make itself known, it did not. Had it only brought him here to waste his time? It seemed unlikely, but it was impossible to know for sure. Talos, the archaeologist, took images of the inscriptions on the walls, in order to study them later back on the ship. Malavar stood, listening for any hint, any whisper from within. When he was a young child in the camps, he remembered getting a sudden flash of feeling, that sense within him that there was something more. He hadn’t known then what it was, and sought to recapture it in order to figure out what it was. He felt similar now, searching blindly in the dark for a point of light to guide the way.

Then, uncertainly, it was there for a moment. It was further below them, hidden within the earth. They searched the crumbling, wet stones, pulling away the plants that clung to them. A doorway led further into the ruins, down a narrow staircase into the dark and unknown. Malavar picked up his lamp and entered.

[Story] Transmissions

[[ Just some short SWTOR stuff, letters between Mr Hare’s Smuggler and my Jedi. Hopefully leading into a storyline! ]]

XXXXXEncrypted MessageXXXXX
Origin: Unknown

Zamarra;

I got in touch with one of my contacts, and being as small a galaxy it is, she knew your brother.  She didn’t have much to say, but the last she had seen him was on Alderaan.  He was researching (what exactly she didn’t know, or at least didn’t tell me).  This was close to when Zakuul invaded, so it was a while ago.  Fortunately it appears he left before there were any hostilities, and he was in sound health when she last saw him.  At least that was some good news, though it is old.

I will be of the grid for a while.  Apparently asking around about your brother brought on a bit of heat.  Kind of need to disappear, for a week or two…maybe three.

Please be careful, not sure what all is going on, but I don’t want you in any trouble.  Kind of care about you, ya know?

Kif

XXXXXEnd MessageXXXXX

——-

Greetings Kif,

What do you mean, some trouble? What sort of things has he gotten mixed up in? What was he doing on Alderaan? I have so many questions. I am relieved that he is alive — or he was, at least. I like to believe that I would feel it if he wasn’t, I know it’s possible when there is a strong bond between people. But we’ve been apart more than we’ve been together, all of those years. It seems so unfair to find him only to lose him again. Did your contact see anyone with him? Any of his crew, or apprentice?

I hope this message will reach you before you go dark. If not, it will be waiting and you know where I can be found. I wish I could say that I could continue my studies in the meantime, but I expect I will be too distracted for that, so perhaps meditations would help. You never know, maybe they would help you as well.

Your friend,
~Zamarra

[Screenshots] SWTOR – Zamarra

Another one at 50! Zamarra was actually my first SWTOR character, but the class has pretty much been a big disappointment. I kind of lost interest in her when I found out I couldn’t romance the hot alien sniper (Zenith) and most of the other companions annoy me a lot. She’s also had a really tough time questing on her own, especially compared to my other two, so that killed a lot of my interest too.  And her storyline is pretty snoozy, it didn’t keep my interest at all.

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I tried a bunch of times to get a picture of her level 50 starter Space Pope armor, but screenshots randomly weren’t working, even after I relogged :/