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Started out as ranger / rifleman some months pre CU, would take hunting contract, track for friends and track lootable targets for myself. Had a lot of fun, but despite the battering ranger really came into itself post CU.

Like many i was tempted to experiment during the CU, tried a few professions, some i had done before (BH for example) some new to me, and ended up back at ranger / rifleman again..... Hunting now takes more thought if solo, i rely much more on camo and mask, i havn't worn armour in weeks, and now just jumped to ranger/CH to be really suicidal, no defences, only a little assault from what BH i have, and until i start to get somewhere and my babies grow up, i rely entirely on ranger skills to survive, and damn its fun. finally after a yeah + of the "i win" button, i'm challenged......

Purely the RP element now, i love my traps, my mask etc and my camps. Nothing like surviving by your wits and knowledge of your prof...

Imodi

Always had been a Ranger or ranger-like class in every other MMO I have ever played. Decided to keep trend going. The actual day 1 reason for me was that the game manual said for our description "...can build field structures unique to the profession". I liked the idea of being a specialized support player. Finally, the world that SOE has created for us to play in has, for the first time in any MMO (in my opinion), allowed us to embrace a truly outdoorsman playstyle.

Of course, the thing that has kept me and many others going has been the courtesy, intelleigence, and professionalism associated with our community and most of the Ranger playersI encounter.That isbiggest reason.

I'm also too stubborn like the rest of the old-schoolers

I am a Ranger because it seems that I have always been one.

In game: When I was out in the wilderness of Talus, I heard a load roar. I looked behind me to see Sludge Panther among the trees. I tired to move slowly downwind of him but it was to late, I tried to fight him off the best I could, but knew I was a goner. A loud lazer blast by head and the big cat went down. I got myself up, nothing broken, to find a Master Ranger making a HTFB. "Hey kid, you alright? Come over and get yourself cleaned up" he says.

After that, I noticed every Ranger I met, though not very many, was very honorable. That same Master Ranger trained me all the way to Master.

The above really did happen.

In real life: Been traveling my whole life in the military, started SWG in Japan so when I was playing it was usually alone, and almost every quest I have done, I have done solo. There are some I can't solo, like the Corvette, almost made it . And from reading these boards, it is what we do as Rangers in game that I like so much.

So being an explorer and a wanderer fits me.

So in closing:

1. We always find a way to make something work.

2. You will RARELY (I have never seen one), see any flames here. A few ego's thrown around, but cooler heads always prevail with good, thought out ideas in the mix.

3. People Like Kago, Calculus, Ebe, Paks, Reyuneand other Rangers I have met that keep me here.

4. I have been a Ranger for so long if I ever changed professions nobody would recognize me.

Message Edited by Enoshima on 07-03-2005 10:35 PM

Because I am.

Seriously though, I play Ranger because it (pre-CU) let me survive naturally in a world of buffs and composite armor. I play it because I love the exploration aspect. I play it because I love the RP aspects it opens up. I play it because I know where to find almost anything that needs found in game. I play it to help out the guild crafters. I play because I was inspired by the forum antics of a certain other Bothan (and his compatriats).

When the Bothan Spynet had me flying recon near Alderaan trying to secure an uplink into the mainframe of this moon-sized ship, I suddenly found myself hurling through space. All my equipment and instruments were out due to the massive EMP and eventually I crash-landed in the middle of Rori (don't ask me how many parsecs that was) without a clue as to the nearest civilzation or even whether the name on my flight-suit was really mine.

I somehow managed to piece together the remnants of the weapons I found in the weapons locker into a functional weapon and found the field survival guide moderately helpful and the rations barely edible. I felt at home almost instantly (maybe because I couldn't remember another) and advanced my scouting skills rather rapidly. As my memory started to return I found myself naturally able to fashion decent powerups for my rifle from leftover parts from my ship and some better and better traps all the time. I felt myself growing faster and more accustomed to the wilderness and the behavior of the animals and even managed to find ways to mask my scent from them. The more squalls I harvested, the more efficient I got at getting every ounce of hide off of them.

I decide that it's time for me to fashion a more permanent structure so I don't have to keep setting up these insecure little tents all the time, because my ship certainly wasn't in any shape for that. Something that will really protect me from the tusk cats and their keen sense of smell that gets past any masking I attempt. The Torton shells look like a solid structure that would make a great igloo-style shelter, so I size-up the situation, watch them fighting the other critters, and decide I'm ready to take one on. Wow was I wrong... first try about 4 of them got on me and incapped immediately, and as soon as I regained consciousness and figured out what happened I got the heck out of dodge. I spent several days trying various tricks to get one of those Tortons away from his friends and into my chosen lodging spot, only to get incapped eventually every time. I eventually manage to get the health of one down a decent amount before he knocks me unconcious yet again and after hours of brutal work, many incapacitations, and covered head to toe with with wounds I finally manage to take the big guy down. The commotion was heard all across the valley, because a herd of savage pugoriss showed-up to try and have their piece of me, but before they could finish me off I managed to drag my wounded, bleeding self into the carcass of the Torton I had just taken down and sheltered myself and fell into unconsciousness, possibly for the last time.

Apparently the thunderous commotion was heard across the valley by 2 hunters, Mivo and Ixachtuul, because they came along in the nick of time and rid the area of the pugoriss and dragged me out of the Torton carcass and over to thgeir home-town of Restuss where a whole team of medics was needed to restore me to health and the performers at the hotel welcomed me in and gave me my first prepared meal in ages. Much of this group formed into the guild I now call myself a part of.

Mivo, Ix, and I honed our hunting skills together to all eventually become master scouts and I still spend much of my time in the wilderness both in hunting and in learning the ways of creature taming. Over time, I regain much of my memory and decide rather than go back to the hacking I will fuse my engineering skills with my scout and hunting skills to better utilize my surroundings for intel gathering, camouflage, hone my physique for better terrain negotiation, make more protective and useful camps, harvest more, learn better and better ways of tracking both creatures and eventually people, and combine engineering techniques into the most lethal traps known to man (or bothan).

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Fantomonkey wrote:

• I like wearing camo clothing


• I like to run up hills fast


• I love pop-tarts (smores ftw)


• Chicks dig /huge camps


• Tracking rocks


• Might as well collect something to sell while grinding

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Unless they're about 100m away, then you could be looking ata boulder the size of Jabba's sail barge but it won't show up on /areatrack.

/pause 2;

Thank you, thank you very much! I'm here until Thursday! Try the veal!

Seriously, it's for things like I did last night and today. Last night, I acutally was INVITED by a group last night to do the Hracca Glade with them, BECAUSE I was a Master Ranger. Because my /areatrack ability could help them figure out where the Chiss they missed were. And traps meant that we could slow everything coming up on us - it was awesome. PDarts were acutally working more like they SHOULD be, slowing creatures but not perma-rooting. I'd toss as fast as I could, slow everything close to usdown, then we'd just run through it all like a John Deere through tall grass. Taking out that baddie at the end (I've got NO idea how to spell it, heh) was great. We actually did it twice, since the guy who had the mission actually failed to get a shot in on the boss mob before it died... d'oh!

And then today, I decided what the heck, I should see if the hunting tactics I've been working on with (Smacky) and (HAL), my twin Adv. Probot hunters, would help me actually solo Sordaan's bets (which I've been too lazy to do so far). Ripped through each of them "solo"... well, me and one probot grouped with me.

I was pretty sure I knew my own and my droids skills, and actually didn't even want to use a single trap, for fear that the pDart would exhibit the bugged behavior when it was just me alone, which just doesn't seem sporting. So, I didn't use a single trap - it was one of those "prove it to yourself" moments that I think we all have. Wanted to see if I could do it, and, well....now I'm searching for the cheapest ADK I can find for my HyperRifle.... :smileywink

It's moments like these that make being a Master Ranger so sweet. More than makes up for all those "hey, how do I make a trap" or "OMG! which trap is it that can root a dragon" tells I get currently from the respec rangers who can't tell their Deeja Peak from their lesser Sarlaac and somehow thought we were FoTM. (Joke's on them with Pub 20!)