Its Preach!

LMFAO!

I have one thing to say...
The player skeltons cannot be changed so Ewoks vrs Jawas is impossible pretty much.

Yeah they can, but I don't think on a map per map basis.
I'll try and find the BF Editor screenies of short men (kinda like hobbits).

Edit > Found it - http://bfeditor.org/forums/index.php?showtopic=8559

(tho i doubt it)

The player skeltons cannot be changed so Ewoks vrs Jawas is impossible pretty much.

Edit: Second thing to say actually....

If the devs were crazy about this though.... They could  make tiny "walkers" that were actually Jawas and Ewoks. Then set all spawn points for each team to be spawned into the vehicles and make them unable to exit. Multiple classes could be made with alternate spawns and the selection would be random unless the mapper made 2 or more spawn groups and labelled them on hte minimap

But guys... Its not going to happen.

[Rolleyes]
That's all I can say.

It's as if it was just a joke .

It's a hot day on Tattooine, and the 493rd Legion of stormtroopers is tanning nude by an oasis. Suddenly, the 60th Nudist Tusken Raider Regiment, also bound for a day at the oasis, attack, and the 493rd has no choice but to take up arms and fight.

Special features of the map:
- Instead of players re-spawning automatically upon dying, they must wait until two living players mate.
- Female Stormie class has the ability to bitch-slap Tuskens into oblivion.
- Glistering Boob Special Ability causes male classes to freeze and salivate, unable to attack for several seconds.

That's all I can say.

Special features of the map:
- Instead of players re-spawning automatically upon dying, they must wait until two living players mate.
- Female Stormie class has the ability to bitch-slap Tuskens into oblivion.
- Glistering Boob Special Ability causes male classes to freeze and salivate, unable to attack for several seconds.

It is a desertplanet and the ewoks are clearly creatures that come from a cooler climate. I mean the little furballs would probably die from heat exhaustion the minute they would step on the planet.

Wicket: This land was given us by our Great Master Luke! We don't care if you were here first! Be gone with you or taste some CATAPULT, you ugly cloaked punk-wannabes!

Jawa: Eat suicide crawler, furballs [BOOM!]

Wicket: WTF? Ready our f-ing gliders! They hide among the civilians of Mos Eisley!

Luke: ...OMG, OMG, OMG!

I agree, plus you know that sand gets everywhere all in your fur, between your paws....

Crazy idea