Before the days when you could kill or reject companions…
Companions. Why do these hopelessly clashing people come back, day after day, to the same daycare? And how did some of them even get here? We don’t know, but maybe if we watch carefully we can begin to understand…
FCD was a fever dream of in-jokes and absurdity positing that the companions we must recruit and cannot separate from come to daycare and interact. That’s really it. They’re all age 3-4 or so, except for the staff, consisting of Lord Scourge, T7-01, Khem Val, and SCORPIO. (They’re great caretakers. Really.) It was incredibly fun. It’s hard to pick out one characteristic exchange…
LORD SCOURGE, stepping out of the kitchen and folding his arms over his chest: You are provided with food at all only by the grace of the Sith. Be grateful.
BABY JORGAN: Mister Teeseven says Forced Companions is neutral territory.
LORD SCOURGE: I don’t see Mister Teeseven here. Everything you have, you gain from my hand, and everything you have, I can take away.
KHEM VAL: Listen to the Sith. If I had my way you would fight to the death for a single sandwich, as in the cafeterias of Yn and Chabosh.
LORD SCOURGE: We’re not that hard up for white bread, Khem.
I never managed to post the whole thing anywhere else, so it’s on the SWTOR forums. And, happily, in PDF form.
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