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Forum Feedback / Re: this forum is dead
« Last post by tee18 on August 23, 2017, 06:44:22 PM »
Still here sometimes, uni and the general lack of activity here make my dropping in an infrequent thing
Off-topic & Chat / Re: WHERE'S MY VOD AT!?!?!?!
« Last post by Noldorin Mando on August 22, 2017, 04:44:39 PM »
Just got back from three months in the bush for work, setting up for my last year of university.
Off-topic & Chat / Re: WHERE'S MY VOD AT!?!?!?!
« Last post by CT-1199 Oronk on August 03, 2017, 01:12:49 AM »
Whats the new word?
Off-topic & Chat / Re: For those aspiring to join the military
« Last post by CT-1199 Oronk on August 03, 2017, 01:11:35 AM »
Stroll down memory lane here...Holy crap
Forum Feedback / Re: this forum is dead
« Last post by dredwulf60 on July 24, 2017, 02:44:11 PM »
At least the lights are still on.
We can hope...
The petition still seems to be going strong. As of now it has passed the 200,000 signature milestone. Over the past few weeks and months it has gotten the attention of a lot of websites who after mentioning it have in turn caused massive influxes of new signatures over short periods of time.
Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by Drake Vhett on March 19, 2017, 02:07:55 AM »
"Negative. Republic SIS has already laid the groundwork for the native guerrilla force. The Moochers worked with local engineers to construct a hidden outpost in one of the jungle cliffs outside of any major cities. I am told the site was previously a Moocher colony before they moved to another location closer to civilization to improve trade access. The structure is shielded from scanners, has limited autodefenses, marginal medical facilities. From what I understand food will not be an issue as there is plenty of local game to hunt in addition to a plethora of edible flora" Thrasken informed. The rattling of the ship increased as it hit the atmosphere of the planet, and a short laugh erupted from one of the other mercenaries across the room.

"Feel tha' gents? Internal dam'ner are turned down to a wee bitty. Less power for tha' 'perials ta detect, butta lot more rattle-n-bang for us! Proper ride this is!" jubilantly explained the stout man who owned the earlier laugh. He had simple combat armor on, dull green plates covering major spots with a blue undersuit beneath, held tight to his body by a number of black straps. He wore a yellow metal frame over his torso, something that looked more at home on a construction site than a fighter. Numerous arms and tools were tucked together, taking up as little space as possible. The frame rattled against his armor, the straps keeping it on struggling with the force being put on them. His red beard was neatly trimmed, and a tattoo covered his shaved scalp.

A few more chuckles from individuals around the ship followed, but all were drowned out by the noise. Thrasken made a motion from his mouth to his ear, indicating he would continue speaking when he could be heard.
Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by Noldorin Mando on March 10, 2017, 09:39:26 PM »
Peltawu remained silent throughout the impromptu briefing, scanning the hologram and evaluating the local resistance mentally. With new recruits being trained every 3 months, that would mean shortened training cycles, an inability to follow soldiers into the field to guide them in action. Not to mention the implicit high casualty rate of any species that reproduced at such a high volume. Birth rates that high meant one thing: predators, and damned effective ones. As he felt the shuttle pitch downwards into its descent, he shifted his bowcaster across his knees and wiped his sweating palms on his trousers. Space travel rankled with him, the shuttle deck was too hard, had no give, spread every vibration and tremor of the craft through the floor and up through his knees. It was like standing ahead of a boma stampede. Sniffing hard to clear his nose, Byrren set his jaw and checked the safety on his bowcaster, making sure the bronzium switch was flipped to the right to block the trigger. The last thing he needed was an accidental discharge within the first 5 minutes of establishing contact. Satisfied, he leaned forward and tilted his chin towards Thraskan to gain his attention.

"These criminal elements, then. Will they put us in contact with the indigenous populations, or are we organizing an urban resistance and leaving sleeper agents before we even begin a campaign in the forests?" He asked, somewhat tartly. He was a hunter, and while he could fight in the cities and was a better shot than likely anyone else in the shuttle, he'd been brought onboard for rural geurilla operations, not house-to-house fighting and fly-bys on the local Sith watering holes.
Forum Feedback / Re: this forum is dead
« Last post by Vlet Hansen on March 06, 2017, 10:21:44 AM »
I didn't check here for a while, but I'm still here. College and two jobs and a wife keeps me rather busy.
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