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That Guild Thing

August 5th, 2011 by Bahama

Not long after Bermuda left I was invited to join a guild.  I’d only chatted with the guild leader for a few minutes so I had very little information to base my decision on.

Up to this point, I’d simply declined any and all guild invites.  I didn’t really have desire or need to join one.  But with my main hide supplier, pest remover and companion gone, I decided it was a good time for me to step out of my comfort zone.

I joined and he led me to Dantooine where the guild headquarters was to be located.  That’s when the first of several alarms went off inside my head.  I ignored it. 

I understand many folks wouldn’t have blinked an eye at travelling to such a remote location, but this was a real stretch for me.  Not only did I avoid space travel whenever possible, but Dantooine was a wild planet, full of creatures a tailor should not have been within a hundred meters of. 

Upon arriving at the the space port on Dantooine, the guild leader made a comment about how he loved the beautiful pink flowers that covered the landscape as far as the eye could see.  I remember thinking how they constantly reminded me that everything on the planet was out of control – lacking boundaries, domestication and civility.


But I pressed on, determined that I should build a life where I was not dependant on Bermuda and convinced this was the way to go.  Upon reaching the village he’d created in the middle of no where, he explained what exactly I’d signed up for.  Given that the guild consisted of 3 members including he and I, there was much to be done. 

Guild HQ

The most obvious task was recruiting more members. Given instructions to go recruit people to a guild I’d just joined was akin to being asked to go build a space ship.  I hadn’t the first clue about where to begin and I lacked all the right tools for job.  I’m not the type to push my wares, clothing or guilds, on others.  Nor am I skilled at starting up random conversations with strangers.  But at that point my resolve was still strong so I made the long trek back to civilization to figure it out. 

Whenever I need to do some serious thinking, I grab my fishing pole and head for water.  That’s exactly what I did.  I set up to fish in the river close to the Theed Spaceport.   It was a fairly populated area.  If I was lucky someone else might strike up a conversation with me and save me from that awkward initial contact. 

My fishing was interrupted by the sound of blaster fire and grunts of pain as two men tried to hunt the mostly harmless nuna nearby.  Ah-ha!  My medical skills!  That’s how I could meet people.   After all, I had enjoyed my time in the medical center chatting with the patients.  “Where does it hurt?” makes for a good, safe ice breaker… so long as you’re not in a cantina when you utter it.

I followed the gents around with my medical kit, healing and chatting as we went.  They seemed like pretty decent folks and so I asked if they wanted to join the guild.  Presto!  Two new recruits.  I’d single-handedly almost doubled the size of the guild.  Go me!

My excitement was quickly deflated when I spoke to the guild leader about it.  He was less than impressed with my measly 2 recruits.  He wanted more.  Way more. 

And so it went with everything I did or gave to the guild.  It was never enough and there was never so much as a thank you. Within a very short time I found myself weary of unreasonable responsibilities and expectations.  How did I get here?  Is THIS what guilds are about?

I suppose the icing on the cake was my very first trip to a cloning center courtesy of a gang of native peoples as I tried to travel to that village in the middle of no where.  It just wasn’t worth the risk.

I quit the guild and swore that I’d never join another.  Certainly it would be much better to develop friendships where there were no strings attached.

Life Day Party

January 4th, 2010 by Bahama

MNETA recently had our Life Day party.   Everyone managed to find gifts under the 1000 credit limit and they were anonymously distributed among all our guests.   I also put together some gift bags for everyone with some decorative and useful items including a festive Life Day hat. 

After the gifts were all handed out we enjoyed some drinks and music over at the Regal Beagle.  Oceat did a wonderful job decorating just for the occasion.  It was a lovely party and it seems everyone enjoyed themselves… some perhaps a bit too much….

Life Day Party 2009

Rockin Around The Life Day Tree

But just as the festivities geared up, a frantic call from Doaba Guerfel came in on my comlink.  The gifts collected for the less fortunate had been hijacked by a band of thugs!  It didn’t take the Brigade very long at all to mobilize, track them down and recover the stolen presents, still wrapped and ready for distribution.

Happy Life Day!

Monthly Guild Meeting

November 22nd, 2009 by Bahama

Last night’s monthly guild meeting went well.   We had a good crowd attend and I was able to cover everything on the agenda efficiently.

Most of MNETA’s projects are going very well.  I’m continually impressed with how so many of our members are willing to put so much of their time, efforts and resources toward advancing our group’s goals and aspirations.

Perfect examples of this dedication are long time guild members, Ineoch and Veeta. Each of them recently took the initiative, offered their time and resources and have breathed new life into multiple guild projects that benefit all our members. 

I’m still amazed and so grateful that I have the privilege of serving this extraordinary group of people.  As we head into the Life Day season, I hope to find ways to express to them how much they each mean to me.

Past the Panic

March 19th, 2009 by Bahama

With citizens scattered throughout the galaxy, only three were able to join me in city hall for the emergency meeting.  As it turns out, it was the three I most needed to speak with.

Ioh was there, of course.  I’d asked him to come early so I could speak with him in private.  I felt it was only fair to warn him ahead of time of my plan to suggest that a possible solution to bring peace back to Moneta was to move Iohimais out of town and into hiding.

When the other two citizens arrived, I should have known right then that peace wasn’t in the cards.   Colonel Caeon and one of his sharp new recruits went out and surveyed the situation.  He agreed the situation was indeed, quite grave.  But he remained remarkably calm and asked if any demands had been made yet.

In my panicked state of mind, the thought hadn’t even occurred to me

He bravely offered to go and open a dialog to find out what it was they wanted even as he calculated what more we’d need to win a war and how long it would take us.  Listening to him move smoothly through the various scenarios without so much as a tremor of fear in his voice, it suddenly occurred to me that this is exactly why I’d hired this man for the job.

He ended his list of possible outcomes with the worst case scenario – certain death for us all.   But somehow he managed to deliver it with a chuckle and a smile that made even that seem like it wasn’t so bad.

When I first took this leadership position, I made it clear to everyone with me that day that although I had aptitude for certain parts of the job, it was only with a capable team at my side that I could succeed.  Many times since, I’ve reminded myself and others of this irrefutable fact.  Yet somehow hundreds and hundreds of battle droids caused me to panic and feel all alone in this mess…. when all the while a team of outstanding individuals stood  waiting to do what they do best.

1st MNETA Brigade

March 18th, 2009 by Bahama

It seems a need for increased security has accompanied our recent increase in size.  Gone are the days of a safe, quaint little village.

Colonel Daenyathos Caeon is overseeing the initiation of a local security force called the 1st MNETA Brigade.  His resume is impeccable, his knowledge and skill in the field impressive. I trust him implicitly to have a well trained militia up and running in no time. 

Which is good, because it seems that thanks to Iohimais, we’ll need them sooner rather than later.

1st MNETA Brigade

More Trouble in Moneta

March 7th, 2009 by Bahama

When I spoke with Iohimais last week about the small army camping out around his bunker, I gave him a week to clear up the problem and bring Moneta back to being a place where we could walk around without fear. 

A few days ago, I rode into town and was shocked to find they’d all gone.  I breathed a sigh of relief and went about my business, thankful that the situation had been resolved.

Or had it?

Today I was working overtime on a new uniform in my office in Moneta.  I’d been at it for hours and when I began mixing up various shades of brown I was working with, I decided a quick nap would help clear my head.  I laid on the couch and closed my eyes.

A while later I woke to a crashing sound.  Still dressed in mixed up sample pieces of the project I’d been working on, I ventured to the entrance of city hall.  Parts of an aircraft lay burning near the town square and several familiar looking gunmen were scattered about.

I quickly ducked back into my office and sent out a distress message on the guild channel.  It wasn’t long before a parade of armed citizens secretly joined me in city hall to try to piece together what had happened.

No one knew exactly what was going on.  One citizen noted he’d seen a Skull Squad ship firing at an unknown vessel near the Corellian space station.  It came as no surprise that the person doing the firing was none other than our dear Iohimais. 

My foremost concern is always Moneta’s citizens so after unsuccessful attempts at hailing Ioh, we quietly left the strangers scavenging their wreckage in Moneta and went to the starport to launch a search party.  

Once in the air, we successfully tracked him down in another system.  He explained he’d stumbled across a theft in progress in Moneta, taken down the shuttle they were using to transport the goods they’d stolen and then chased the escort ships. 

With the citizens accounted for, the next task was to secure Moneta.  I’d only gotten a brief look at the group we’d left with their broken shuttle in the middle of town, but I was fairly certain we were going to be outnumbered.  But given the circumstances, negotiations for a peaceful end seemed as much like a suicide mission as simply going in with guns drawn.

We gathered outside of town and laid out a plan of attack.  It was executed well and our citizens managed to rid the town of the intruders with only a few minor injuries. 

Scattered among them we found several crates of weapons and equipment from Av’ar’s munitions shop.  There’s still some disagreement about who these thieves were but I have theories of my own.  See, that small army that camped outside of Ioh’s place had a clear view of Av’ar’s workshop…. and nothing better to do for days on end than to observe our citizens as they went about their work. 

Though Ioh always presents it to me as no big deal, speaking to other citizens I’ve discovered that Czerka employees have set up in his bunker against his wishes.  It seems the situation has not been resolved as I’d hoped.

As much as it pains me to have to, I’ve enlisted the help of Colonel Daenyathos Caeon to train a number of volunteers to help form a security force for Moneta.  They will be known as the 1st MNETA Brigade. 

I remain hopeful that the streets of Moneta will one day be safe and secure again.  In the meantime, I’m encouraging all her citizens to go about their business with the upmost caution.

Skull Squad

February 15th, 2009 by Bahama

Skull Squad

This is a picture of a few of the members of the Skull Squad.   You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to get the whole group together for a photo.  There are some members who I go weeks without seeing because they spend so much time in the air. 

I’m terribly proud of these talented, hard working pilots.  I was honored to attend an inter-guild meeting with these sharp looking Skull Squad representatives at my side.  The squad has flourished under Admiral LongJie’s direction (on the left in the front row).  He very wisely appointed Maisioh as his XO (seated next to the Admiral).  Both have worked tirelessly at training and supplying the pilots under their command. 

Skull Squad.  Just one of many reasons I’ve got the best job in the world. :)

Tales of a Useless Tailor

February 10th, 2009 by Bahama

My devotion to the members of the Moneta Community Network is unwavering.  Like many of our members, I spend a good portion of my time and energy working toward making things better for everyone. Overall, I enjoy my role and don’t mind the work required to get the job done.

Much of what I do everyday goes unseen by most of the members.  I maintain the roster, send out emails, get information to new members, work out problems behind the scenes, strategize ways to improve the way we run things, regularly check in with key members to provide support and run errands to get folks what they need, etc.  

Yet there are times when it just doesn’t seem like enough.  In addition to my other responsibilities, I am our guild’s only tailor.  I’m also the only one who does any sort of cooking.  It’s in these areas that I most often feel like I’m really rather useless. 

Sure, I provide uniforms for the squad and offer free wardrobe consultations to all the guild members…. but I remain entirely useless at providing enhanced clothing with could significantly help folks out. 

I make sure that everyone has access to munchies and crunchies…. but while being very tasty, I’m afraid the nutritional value of my food leaves much to be desired.

I know there must be those out there who think that I could do either or both if only I’d put the effort in.  And they would be right.  But the truth is that I sometimes struggle to keep on top of everything that’s already on my plate.  Beyond just the time and energy it would require, I must admit that neither enhanced clothing or quality food really move me.  Just the thought of having to attend culinary classes or spend countless hours fiddling with my reverse engineering tool is enough to make me want to pack my bags and disappear.

So it seems that despite my occasional bouts with guilt, I shall remain the useless tailor, providing mediocre goods to these extraordinary people.   And hoping they’ll forgive my ignorance. :)

Betrayed By My Emotions

January 26th, 2009 by Bahama


I’ve avoided writing much more than just the facts lately.  The emotions I’ve been feeling aren’t anything most folks want or need to hear.  If you’re looking for happy sunshine, go read something else because you won’t find it here.

Not even my closest friends know the full extent of my discontent.  I’ve discussed a little bit here and there with some but I stop short of revealing myself fully to any one person.  I’m worried that sharing too much will somehow deminish their respect for me.  It’s probably true that spilling all this is a bad idea, but I’ve found it impossible to move on without an outlet to express it.

I suppose things started going downhill when I took the position as CEO of CU.  I tried to squeeze myself into the role and my efforts brought me little else but grief.  As the stress mounted in those final weeks, I spent sleepless nights contemplating what had gone wrong and how I could fix it.  I let my judgment be clouded by how I felt.  I was betrayed by my emotions. 

The experience has taught me much about myself.  I value people above policies.  I value friends above subordinates.  I value community above corporations.  Is any of this wrong?  No, I don’t think so.  But it means that I’ll never make an effective CEO of a cutthroat corporation. And you know what?  I’m good with that.

My failure as a CEO was a small matter compared to what was happening in my personal life at that same time.  I had poured my heart and soul into what was one of the closest friendships I’ve experienced in this galaxy.  During this same time, that too fell apart.  I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve walked away from the ruins of that relationship deeply wounded.  I so rarely let people get so close.  In some ways I wish I hadn’t opened myself up in the first place.

I know that my friends are well meaning when they encourage me to simply move on.  I don’t have the guts to tell any of them that it’s just not that easy.  I find myself second guessing everything I do. 

The words this friend said to me in anger echo in my ears with every step I take.  I thought I was respected and appreciated for who I was.  I felt there was a genuine bond of friendship.  I’ve been crushed by the realization that this was not the case.

Not a day goes by when I don’t feel the heartbreak.  Right now I know I have so much to celebrate.  So many blessings.  I’m part of an incredible community of talented and interesting people.  They are nice folks, all of them. 

But this wound is still open and I find myself unable to let down my defenses for fear it could happen again.  In time that will change.  I’m hoping that writing this is a step in the right direction.

Moneta Community Network

January 16th, 2009 by Bahama

My position in the Commerce Union turned out to be more than I could handle while also trying to keep up with my business and friends.  As much as I would have liked to see the project through, I’ve found it necessary to step down as the CEO.  I’m relieved to leave the job to those more qualified.

Instead I’m focusing my time and attention on matters closer to home.  Moneta is a thriving community.  The Regal Beagle regularly sees customers anxious to enjoy the entertainment.  We have all types of craftsmen creating everything from the finest armor and weapons to the fastest ships in the galaxy.  Moneta has a high concentration of master pilots and some of the nicest folks you’ll ever meet.

We’ve formed the Moneta Community Network (MNETA) in order to coordinate our efforts to bring prosperity to our community.  I’m excited about all the projects we’ve got coming up.

But first I’m going to take a much needed break.  If you need me, I’ll be fishing on Endor.