Smuggler Archive

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Justarous wrote:

I was doing a slice the other day at the MO on dant, Doing a little rp. This npc miner kept walking in between me and my customer. So i decided to make a funny. I warn the miner that he is being rude by walking in between us, and to stop or he'll end up dead. Right after that, he does it again. So i blast him, and his dying words are "Well, dying in my sleep was a boring way to go anyway!"

Message Edited by Justarous on 01-20-2005 07:29 PM

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ahahaha, happened to me once. lemme dig up the pic....

Suicidal NPC

Hey all, well I finally Mastered Smuggler a little bit ago. I just wanted to thank ALL of the people who submitted there funny stories, and I am hoping to encounter some fun things like these myself. Well to thank all of those that posted here making the Chuckle for the smuggler thread so great. I am offering one free slice of a weapon or of a piece of armor to anyone who is in the Naritus Server, who has read this thread. Just send a tell to Hiltz, and tell me you saw my ad in the chuckle for a smuggler forum. Good night all and good luck (and just for legal reasons I have the right to stop this at any time and deny the free slice to anyone I feel doesnt deserve it.lol just want to cover my back.)

Message Edited by egbertvanloenen on 01-24-2005 12:09 PM

Edit: Whoops. Not me.

Message Edited by PrObLeMs on 01-26-2005 12:09 AM

So it's been a while since I had any use for spice. Back when I was running around on the Vette a lot I would sometimes craft and pop some Pixie if I accidentally died--made running past the Super Battle Droids to the precious precious loot boxes a little more feasible--but other than one guy who wanted to RP a spice deal four or five months ago, I can't remember the last time I've had any use for it.

Up until I went Lando with a sadly legitimate shipwright business, however, I found a fair role as a fence. For some reason, be it because I've been around for a while, that I ran into a lot of people while slicing, or just because they expect it from a smuggler, people came to me to find things for them, from the rare but practical (good Geo blasters, terrain negotiation CAs, Imperial furniture) to the completely obscure (eopie pies, podracer helmets, Ewok spleens). It wasn't a terribly regular or profitable business, but it was a lot more fun than endless solo grouping, and filling such an unusual role gave me a certain feeling of accomplishment.

As a result, I got in the habit of combing the bazaar on a regular basis for odd and underpriced items. Though I don't really fence much anymore, I still check the bazaar, so a week or so ago when I saw a shellfish harvesting tool schematic (whatever the heck that was) up for grabs, I nabbed it in a hurry and promptly forgot about it until earlier tonight, when I went on a collecting-all-the-crap-I've-bought-in-the-last-few-days mission--at which point I rediscovered this lost treasure and put everything on hold to go see just what in the hell it actually does.

Turns out it's pretty straightforward: craft yourself a tool, find a body of water, and harvest away. So off I went to the beaches of Coronet.

After a hilarious couple minutes collecting crustaceans and mollusks, which seem to have so little demand their stats on swgcraft.com haven't been updated in anywhere from 12-60 days (a fact that rapidly deflated any plans I'd been cooking up to become Starsider's foremost mollusk mogul), I noticed my action bar steadily approaching zero. For a moment I got sad: I'd have to take a seat and regen for a while, it seemed, because I sure wasn't about to go waste the time getting buffed to waste even more time (no matter how much more efficient it would make that time-wasting) on something as stupid as shellfish harvesting.

But then, resourceful fellow that I am, I remembered Booster Blue. Being a shipwright means I carry a few million varied resources on me at any one time, so within thirty-odd seconds I had a shot of the stuff crafted and devoured, and was harvesting away without need for a break. Reminded me how I used to run at Fort Tusken, only a few orders of magnitude less useful.

Ten minutes later, the downer hit. A pleasant day at the beach turned into a sordid nightmare: waist-deep in the ocean, stinking of crabmeat, saltwater chafing my quilted pants (ultimately stylish but rather inappropriate for the occasion), puking up great volumes of stuff that bore a disturbing resemblance to some of the stuff I'd been scooping out of the sand. Rarely in this game have I ever felt so degenerate, and all due to the alignment of each one of the smuggler stars: the curiousity of a criminal, the strange acquisitions of a fence, a never-quite-lost taste for spice, and, of course, a healthy dose of greed.

I just hope, at least, the crabs appreciated the chum.