The Path To Makeb Is Paved With Stupidity
Well, I finished my class story and it was AAAWESOME.
Be a sith warrior. Seriously. There is so much badassery.
Then I made my outfit. I am going for a “completely crafted by me” set… although obviously not crafted by the same toon. Would like new lightsaber crystals but, whatever.
The shirt and pants are the Ablative Plasteel set (synth), with primary deep purple dye kits on. The boots and gloves are the Resilient Lacqerous set (synth) with secondary deep purple dye kits on. The dye kits are artifice craftable from the trainer. And, of course, it helped that the other colors on the outfit were black or gray, so I wouldn’t get horrible clown-looking. The belt is just the warrior belt (synth), no color matching, no dye.
I’m not quite at Makeb yet because I’m strategically grabbing the low-hanging-fruit of xp from Ilum and Belsavis dailies/bonus series. So far Level 52. I discovered last time that I barely got 3 levels out of Makeb, so I don’t want to be stranded at the end of Makeb and have to actually run flashpoints with other people for XP because, ew, other people.
Then, finally, I will head to Makeb… to BSOCK that hawt sithie pureblood. I’ve had, shall we say, “red fever”1, since I was presented with Scourge who is NOT bsockable.
Before making out with some serious tentacle2, I have to tie up some loose ends with Dr. Quinn, Lameass. I don’t know why I even bother with spoiler tags since I make most of this shit up for comic value anyway. But here you go:
***SPOILING SPOILERS SPOIL STUFF AFTER THIS VERY LARGE WARNING***
As you might recall, Dr. Quinn announced he was going to try to kiss Njessie and she subsequently instructed him to park those lips on his own buttocks, or perhaps on the buttocks of a bantha.
After a few conversations about imperial crap and ship hyperdrive crap, he decides to come up for another try, because he’s apparently a complete ignoramus and thinks “no” means “but later I’ll totally be into it.” It goes something like this:
Quinn: Wow, I’m feeling kinda amazing about this awesome feat I just performed for the good of Imperials everywhere.
Njessie: [examines her fingernails in boredom.]
Quinn: And you know something else? After that, I finally found my balls!
Njessie: Oh rly?
Quinn: Yeah, they were in a box under my bed the whole time, who knew?
Njessie: Ya don’t say.
Quinn: In fact, now that it’s MY idea, because, you know, I’m a stupid man and don’t respond well to suggestions unless they come from me first, let’s get it on. You’ve been waiting patiently since I first came aboard, but dammit, things are done on my schedule because, again, I’m a stupid man. Your time waiting by the holocomm for me is over! You should be so happy!
Njessie: Did you not listen AT ALL when we last spoke? Because I believe I told you to fuck off and die, and you have done neither, much to my dismay.
Quinn: Oh, hard to get, eh? But remember, now I’m a manly-man with these new assertive and aggressive tendencies, finally, due to aforementioned recovered testes. Come to my quarters and I’ll show you!3 You can’t resist my presumptuous and rather insulting proposition because I’m Taking Control!
Njessie: OK, first of all… there is no first of all. I don’t even know where to start with this! You don’t even HAVE quarters. You have a bunk. Are we supposed to be making out in front of Broonmark because you’re suddenly feeling manly? Second, seriously, what part of “fuck off and die” was unclear? It wasn’t code for “ask me again in a more manly or forceful or dickheadish manner”. It meant “fuck off and die”.
Quinn: So… that’s a no?
Njessie: THAT IS A NO!
Quinn: I just don’t understand women.
And that’s the latest episode of Days of Our Sith. Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion in the next episode: “Will the Idiot Proposition Again at 9k Affection?”