The SWG trip down Memory Lane has obviously derailed. The attempt was there, but the effort was too great, the journey too long, and the end result would certainly not be a happy one. While I never like to rule out the future, my Star Wars gaming efforts are now geared towards building a brighter future with Star Wars: The Old Republic.
I am attempting to restart V Squad in a new galaxy, even longer ago, but the same distance away. The recruitment process began in earnest at the end of September 2011 and will continue. An official V Squad site has opened and I'm hoping to find a few good players to share the new game with; to help each other out when needed, and to have fun no matter what the cost.
Do you have what it takes to be a squad member? Click below to learn more and see if you do.
Here is a sampling of other recruitment posters that have been used to promote the squad. You'll find them on the official site in larger sized format.
Out of respect for the awesome power of the planet we live on, I will take a brief step away from the V-Squad party to share another memory; one that is topical due to a large hurricane looming ever closer as I type these words.
Any trip across Dantooine was always perilous. From the native tribes, to the roaming flesh-eating creatures, any group of adventurers would be wise to travel light and smart.
But even the best prepared units would be powerless against the planet's elements, especially the rainstorms.
Travel may not have been literally impossible, but it was a virtual squad stopper for the sheer awe alone. The rain was thick and loud, reducing visibility to a few meters. It was impressive and - as far as could be told - a unique effect across the known galaxy.
Hurricane Irene is not an imaginary storm like those on Dantooine. So to all of the "squads" in the affected trajectories of this possible historic storm, do take care of yourselves and your families.
The sun was setting over Corellia, but the V-Squad party was just warming up. Killdoran was keeping a close eye on the skies to know exactly when it was time to have the pyrotechnics.
"Everyone, let's go outside for the fireworks show!"
Killdoran had brought in a specialist to light up the Corellian skies. Most of us had never seen a fireworks show. We were looking forward to this. The best vantage point would be on top of the squad's hall, so we took the stairs to the roof.
Even the band members joined us; all eyes were focused on our fireworks specialist who was finding the right location down in the fields below.
Come to think of it, the Deevahs weren't with us. Hopefully our security expert Mileena was also keeping an eye on the kitchens. Our food stores were sparse enough without that hungry quartet hitting it up.
Finally, the show was ready to begin. The fireworks tech had his act together and setup a legion of rockets that must have made the moons nervous.
Yes, that's him in the middle of those sparking and smoking fireworks. He started launching them off to the "oohs" and "ahhs" of the spectators above.
It seems that the hired photographer was just as much in awe of the spectacle as he managed to only snag one picture of a firework erupting, and only the tail-end of it.
But we all remember the event to this day, I'm sure. All the credit goes to Killdoran for finding and hiring what must have been the best entertainers in the galaxy, from the musicians and dancers, to the bartender and pyrotechnics tech.
And if you can believe it, there was still even more to come: a Best Dressed Contest, a special surprise announcement from Vincer, and a finale on the stage that never happened before, and may never have happened since!
The party was in full swing by now. Ice was either broken or covered with Icon Ogel's special concoctions to help along the socializing. Killdoran was keeping an eye on the pyrotechnics specialist, as well as the sky outside to ensure optimum conditions for a fireworks show.
On the main stage, the musical acts were both the Deevahs and the Academy of Dance and Music. The night was shaping up to be an entertaining success.
Mileena had taken up the job of security guard during the festivities, never wavering from her post. She kept a watchful eye on all of the guests from start to finish. You might guess that she sacrificed her own fun to do this task, but knowing Mileena this was exactly how she would have preferred to spend her evening.
Guests continued to file in as the night wore on. Without any notice, Mileena was suddenly away from her post and tapping on the shoulder of a new arrival; a twi'lek dressed in a dark robe and hood.
"We don't want any Imperial trouble."
Mileena's intel revealed that this newcomer was a member of the Empire.
"No trouble. I'm just here to relax and enjoy the party."
Or so the exchange went. Mileena issued a warning to the girl, then kept a wary eye on her for the remainder of the night. Though the twi'lek was an Imperial, she was more the property of the Empire rather then a willing supporter.
Whether it was Mileena's warning or not, the girl caused no trouble. She removed her robe and took to dancing with everyone else.
Thoughts of the war were far from everyone's minds. Tonight, everyone was a celebrant of life and happiness. It was proof that with the right mixture of music and drink, people of all walks of life and loyalty could get together and raise the roof.
Or maybe it was because Mileena was just downright scary in a dress and holding a flamethrower.
After a few tense minutes where it seemed we would get very little turnout, some guests started to arrive to V-Squad's party.
Most of these faces were new to us. These were people who heard of a party and decided to come check out the atmosphere, fun, and live entertainment.
We were delighted to make acquaintances with a few neighbors that we didn't know we had. The Daring Brigands operated just north and west of our base. Two of their high-ranking members arrived to make nice and to further expand the Alliance influence on Corellia.
Others continued to trickle in, one-by-one and most a little unsure of what to expect. They were met by the always gregarious Killdoran and then relaxed with the comedic stylings of the Deevahs. Guests mingled, drinks would flow, and the party started to really take off.
The bartender, Icon, had his flippers full. He didn't leave a dry cup in the house and proved to be the best choice for tending the bar. Later, we would learn that he never did it before. It would not be the last time, either.
It looked like V-Squad's party was going to be an enormous hit, with credit to Killdoran for putting it all together, and a slight nod to Cyra for decorating the hall.
Some recognition should be given to Mileena as well. She handled the security, never wavering to take a drink, lower her weapon, or even move very far from the entrance. Little did we know her keen eyes and awareness would be needed.
For you see, everyone who had arrived thus far were all a part of the Rebel Alliance or had remained neutral in the Civil War.
The hosts for the evening - V-Squad - were decked out in their finest blue hued outfits. The guild hall was decorated and ready. The invitations were sent. The guests were arriving. It was party time.
The "master of ceremonies" Killdoran didn't miss a beat. He hired musical acts that hopefully would not either. Sparing no expense, he brought in two of the biggest acts to be found in the galaxy.
The first was the Academy of Dance and Music, called A.D.A.M. by their adoring fans.
The second act was the absolutely hilarious quartet called the Deevahs, who claimed to be not so distant relatives of Princess Leia. Actually there were five, but one was apparently sick or hungover. We never really knew for certain.
But the "master" didn't stop there. The night would be full of levity and fun thanks to the drinks served by the friendly bartender Icon Ogel, while the nightsky would be full of colorful fireworks from a pyrotechnics expert who arrived - much to our own fears - in full armor.
And to ensure that the whole event would be preserved so I could write about it eight years later, the photographer of Starsider Addy was brought in.
Before we get much further into the party and the guests, let's have a look at the hired entertainment through the eyes of Addy.
Icon arrived early to check out his bar that Cyra built. He was very impressed and was eager to pose in front of it before getting down to the business of stocking it up with the best he could muster.
Icon turned out to be the perfect bartender, quick to serve and offer some wit and humor, or just an ear to hear talk off.
A.D.A.M. was starting to trickle in, and were not yet ready to take the stage until all of their members were present. But not to worry, the Deevahs took to the stage as the perfect opening act.
The Deevahs mixed music and comedy, and a voracious appetite that made Icon more then a little nervous since he didn't stock any of their favorite snackages that they would call for in lieu of tips. Upon learning that that party staff hadn't stocked any of these mysterious snackages, they turned their sights on the tasty-looking Scruffy.
Scruffy survived the experience, and went on to be a star in his own right with the party. Meanwhile, the rest of us weren't sure of our safety when our pyrotechnics guru continued to make repeated trips to Icon's bar.
Finally, all of the Academy of Dance and Music members arrived. The Deevahs took a well-deserved break and let A.D.A.M perform their unique blend of music and moves. While the Deevahs were a musical comedy act, A.D.A.M. was a polished and serious band that took to their craft like masters.
But this was only the beginning of the fun and delight for the party-goers. You've met the entertainment staff, but now it's time to see just how they brought the house down... or maybe blow it up.