Maria Caliban

What was this sentence about again? Ah yes, killing of party members.

Either way, if I had the option, I would have handed over the evidence of the murder to the prosecution but then defended my client to the best of my ability. I wouldn't be surprised if, in the future (er, past), camera recordings can be faked. Or, if Sunry wanted to come clean, I could always try to plea bargain to a sentence that wouldn't result in execution.

Most truth is truth only from a certain point of view.

I see dead Jedi...

Have faith in Allah but tie your camel up at night.

"I don't know what to choose" is the name of a poster.

Yes, it sounds lame.

I don't know what to choose: " I'm going LS first time, so I'll have to kill the Sith. " This doesn't make a lot of sense. Ever Faith: "You force them too. Simple enough." This even makes less sense.

No, I didn't find anything in the Sith base. I always assumed that the quest was broken and that I was missing something. It seems I was mistaken. I just find it odd that he tells you to check both bases but only one of them has an evidence, especially as we know the Sith bribed Guulpor into planting evidence.

Hmm.. I didn't start sunry's trial until after I had killed everyone in the Sith base.

Archmonarch: " Of course he was..." Are you saying he wasn't? May I ask what you're basing that on?

Err.. Sunry was innocent.

Grey areas are only grey if you see them as such. For example, in 'a wookie lost' I saw only one right choice. A person's life is worth more than another's reputation. Besides, reputations live on despite facts, Columbus started the slave trade and died in prison, Washington and Jefferson both owned slaves, and Lincoln had a hand in the genocide of Native Americans. For the droid, I didn't kill him or send him back. As for being 'realistic', my life isn't filled with morally gray choices. I've never had to choose between hitting one sister with a train or five strangers. No one has ever asked me to donate my heart to save a dying violinist. Most people just have to make a choice between what's convenient to them and what's morally right.

What could you do to Uthar's bed? Dark Wanderer: "I see that you're more opitimistic than me then. But I suppose that we shall see when the game is here. At least, as a LS it should be a lot easier to not end up killing anyone in your party, especially if you put quite a bit of effort in your charisma/persaude skills..." Only time will tell. After I finish playing the game I'll tell you if I was able to do it or not.

How many levels of homosexuality are there?

Female with whatever mod allows me to get male and female options.

Given my penchant for playing vanilla lightsiders I doubt I'll end up killing any of my NPCs. Now, if I come upon one beating up an old woman and the only way to end the situation is through killing then, yes, I can see it happening. I would be disappointed if that were the case, however, as I tend to put most of my points into charisma/persuade type skills and abilities. Dark Wanderer: "Killing at least some party members can't be avoided, unfortunately." That remains to be seen. I believe it can be done, however, especially as what party members you have access to depends on your actions and alignment. Fighter: " I like this idea but you should not be able to corrupt every single member." You can't influence/corrupt all possible party members.

Okay, for those of you who appreciate Darth Scion for the chunk of man he is, I've added a fanfic to my original post.

Darth 'Sighin' isn't a boy. He's a man!

Oh, I get it. You people only like pretty boys. Well then, that's fine. More for me.

That tight, ripped body. Those intense, powerful eye, er, eye. You know you want him. I'm hoping he'll be a DS love interest. Darth 'Sighin' and Mary Sue got Married (A fanfic) The Kebreaa Samet slithered through the inky gut of space; its tentacle like aft drives flickering with the brilliant blue fire of its ancient engine. Its surface presented a smooth, metallic face but it innards were as torn and mangled as the man who lorded over the ship. Darth Scion. A sith lord whose destroyed body was fueled only by the force and unrelenting hatred. But that was not all...Deep within the smoldering fires of Darth Scion's soul still resided a beam of cool and ever present starlight. A gentleness that even the darkness could not touch. It was love. Love for Mary Sue. Mary Sue, whom he loved. He watched her now. Her bare body floating unconsciously in the warm, red mucus solution that kept her alive. Like him, her body was damaged beyond repair but she lacked the strength, the power, which Darth Scion commanded. Her lips had fallen off during the night and now she grinned constantly as wisps of blonde hair floated around her face. He had the face of an angel, even then. "Sir, here are the five prisoners you requested." From behind Scion, the young, attentive voice of Officer Third-Class Ban. Scion did not turn for he did not need to. He could feel the prisoners and taste their drug-clouded but growing fear as well as the edgy aggression of the officers who surrounded them. "Excellent. The offering chambers." Scion responded, the words somehow coming clearly from his rotted throat. There was a scuffle then as a prisoner tried to flee. Two guards held him down as another beat his head with the end of his ion rifle until he stopped moving. The dull thud of metal against skull echoed through the large chamber. Blood pooled from the prisoner's temple and down his face onto the gray shirt of his uniform as the guards shoved him into the offering chamber. The others stepped in without a fight and the metal doors of each chamber hissed shut and sealed. "We're ready when you are, sir." Called Scion's head Medical Officer from behind his console. "Begin." The Medical Officer began to work his console and thick, red mucus poured into each chamber, quickly filling to the top. For a moment, the prisoners struggled to hold their breath and then Darth Scion raised his hand. Their bodies began to seizure and bubbles of air burst from their spasming chests and lungs. Their bodies continued moving for several more minutes until at last, a spurt of blackish blood came from their mouth, their eyes became waxy, and they crumpled to the bottom of the chamber. Darth Scion lowed his hand and relaxed. The Force surged through him like wine and fire in his veins. He studied his handy work. The woman in the chamber was whole again, her youthful, porcelain beauty unblemished by time or disease. "How many more?" Scion asked. "We have five more prisoners in holding, sir." Ban replied. "Not enough. I need twenty to make it to Talos." Scion turned to Ban for the first time. "Find a merchant or passenger ship." Officer Ban found himself unable to meet the eyes of his superior, "Yes sir!" He said without stammer. Scion only nodded and walked out. The officer relaxed as soon as the Sith Lord exited. "Get those bodies out of here and down to reprocessing." He said to the head guard. "Man, I hate to see what happens to people he doesn't like." Ban muttered to himself. The head medical officer chuckled. "First time seeing what a Sith Lord can do to the human body? I find it fascinating myself." "It's only fascinating when it's happening to the other guy... Say, what's her deal anyways?" "What do you mean?" "Does she have a disease or what?" Ban asked. The medical officer shook his head. "No. Nothing like that." "Then what is it?" "Well... Spend twelve years without food, water, or sleep inside a glass prison, floating in your own remains, and see how well your body does."

Where's HK-47?

*Spellmar bathes your head in balsam oil and crowns you with laurels*

You have to tell me how to get a fan club like yours.... so I can avoid doing it at all possible costs.

<insert Alexia> More like inserting your foot in your mouth...