So. I’d felt that the Dantooine reputation built very slowly, but tonight I crunched the numbers to ascertain just how slow. Each of the Dantooine daily missions only provides 75 reputation points and the Daily Patrol (the one without heroics) only offers 180 points. Which means that your character earns only 630 reputation points for a full run.
Getting from Hero to Champion level takes 15,000 points, which means I’d have to run the Daily Patrol with six missions about 24 times. To get from Champion to Legend, it would require running the Patrol 47.6 times. Oooof.
Meanwhile I’ve managed to reach Legend status with all three gangs in the Swoop rally event and it’s only run twice.
I’m not sure why the Dantooine reputation seems out of whack with the others but no wonder my toons are only on Hero level.
As an aside, IMHO Dantooine really needs more instances and smaller instances. 25 people in each faction on Dantooine, going for the same goals, are all but falling over each other.
hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
The galaxy map wavered in front of her as details of the incident report flew by, but the words didn’t register.
She might have been looking at the flickering, blue holographic image of Dantooine, but what Grey was seeing was the rolling hills stretched out in front of her in her mind’s eye. Family picnics under the shade of the tall Blba tree where her parents had exchanged their vows. The sharp scent of the spiced tea that was served at breakfast, along with her father chiding her older brother as he demolished the stacks of hot, steaming Dantooine flapjacks. Her mother’s not-so-hidden smile when her daughter had difficulty sitting still long enough to meditate properly.
She also saw fire. Pillars of flames reaching high up into the dark sky. The coppery tang of blood in the air and screams long rent silent. Her throat raw and hoarse, as the still forms refused to move no matter how hard she shook and begged. The smoke that filled her lungs from the burning house taking everything away that once was hers.
But there was also the cold. A chill that started at the base of her spine, and settled in her gut before she had ever made it back to the homestead. Was it the Sith responsible for the destruction, the Dark Side creeping up, or the feeling of death reaching out through the Force as her mother drew her last breath she never knew. Just that it was moving. Climbing up her spine and coiled around her, trapping her with it’s cold cold cold—
It was the feeling of worn, leatheris wrapping around her fingers that brought her back. She was still on Odessen, staring vacantly at the map of Dantooine. She felt Theron’s gaze on her, the concern practically radiating from him, but she couldn’t look at him lest the control on the here and now slip away again. Heedless of anyone else in the war room watching, his hand enveloped hers completely, giving a reassuring squeeze. A silent promise that she doesn’t have to go back there. And even if she chooses to, it won’t be alone.
She swallowed, forcing herself to focus on the text that was still flying by. Reports of pirates invading, of farms being burned. It had nearly been thirty years since she last set foot on Dantooine. It wasn’t home anymore, that had gone up in smoke a lifetime ago. But it was still home to many, and they needed help. She gave Theron’s hand a return squeeze as she stared at the map.
the things that npcs will send rando spacers in mails never fails to floor me but this might just take the cake. i bet imperial sith intelligence love this woman.
