Klingon Tamburlaine
Oeh, that's pretty awesome!
Lars_Zandor
Voleron
Klingon Tamburlaine
Haha, I’d kill to go see this. Too bad it’s not anywhere near me. Thanks for the share!
Michlo
Klingon Tamburlaine
Greetings,
after a last-minute invitation from a friend last night, I watched the 16th-century play, Tamburlaine given a Klingon Twist. :)
The play has been extended here in LA so if you have the chance, go and see it. Lots of fun and very well done. :) How they show space battles is very clever. They even show a zero-gee battle.
https://www.hollywoodfringe.org/projects/6010?tab=details
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/sets/143413-klingon-tamburlaine
Cheers.
after a last-minute invitation from a friend last night, I watched the 16th-century play, Tamburlaine given a Klingon Twist. :)
The play has been extended here in LA so if you have the chance, go and see it. Lots of fun and very well done. :) How they show space battles is very clever. They even show a zero-gee battle.
https://www.hollywoodfringe.org/projects/6010?tab=details
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/sets/143413-klingon-tamburlaine
Cheers.
[PRIDE10: WEEK 2] Pride Lands
I suppose there are a few points in my life that I’m proud of.
Growing up, I had always been a shy kid; I was afraid to speak up in class or talk to strangers. I rarely gave my own opinion. Maybe it was because I was a northerner around southerners or because I was more quiet around more boisterous boys, but it wasn’t long before I was pegged as the gay kid. At 16 and in high school, I was tired of living a life in the closet and decided to come out. This put a target on my back like never before. Being called queer or faggot walking down the hall was common place. Death threats passed to me as notes or whispered to me in class were a weekly occurrence. One day, they described in detail how they’d skin me alive and set me on fire if they ever got me alone. I quickly had to learn to stand up for myself and defend myself and I did. I found my own voice and learned to make sure other people heard it too. I stood up to the bullies and didn't back down. In the face of adversity, I persevered.
When I went away to college, the first thing I did was find out about the glbt club on campus. It didn’t meet till two weeks into the semester and I excitedly waited for it. When the night finally came and I remember sitting in the meeting room and looking around; there were 15 other gay people in the same place as me! I was so excited to no longer be alone. I was an active member in the group from the very beginning and was quickly elected to Webmaster. (This was at a time I knew nothing about web development.) After that short tenure, I was elected Vice President and then President. Under my direction, the rag tag group of 15 swelled to 75. We had to find a bigger meeting space! When it came time to host the yearly student lgbt state-wide conference, my organization was selected to host it due to our leadership. When it came time to fund the conference, I raised $15,000 to fund it through a coalition of university departments, non-profits and statewide agencies.
Since starting Stonewall Fleet, there have been numerous instances that have filled me with pride. Watching a small group that you started of a not even a dozen players grow into hundreds and more is an amazing experience. When Star Trek Online was just about to launch, I was so honored to be gifted a lifetime membership by the members of Stonewall Fleet. When I posted my Guest Blog: Celebrating Diversity in Star Trek, the out pouring of support was overwhelming. I got messages from dozens of players thanking me for the post and our Pride Weekend celebration was one of the largest ever. When I received the letter below, I was so proud of the reputation that Stonewall Fleet had built. I’m proud each time someone tells me about the impact that our community has had on their life, either by making friends, helping them become more comfortable with their sexuality, or even meeting the love of their life. I'm not just proud of my accomplishments, but that of the hundreds of members who have volunteered their time, energy and skill to help build this community into what it is. Without the combined effort and collaboration of countless people, Stonewall Fleet wouldn't be what it is today.
Growing up, I had always been a shy kid; I was afraid to speak up in class or talk to strangers. I rarely gave my own opinion. Maybe it was because I was a northerner around southerners or because I was more quiet around more boisterous boys, but it wasn’t long before I was pegged as the gay kid. At 16 and in high school, I was tired of living a life in the closet and decided to come out. This put a target on my back like never before. Being called queer or faggot walking down the hall was common place. Death threats passed to me as notes or whispered to me in class were a weekly occurrence. One day, they described in detail how they’d skin me alive and set me on fire if they ever got me alone. I quickly had to learn to stand up for myself and defend myself and I did. I found my own voice and learned to make sure other people heard it too. I stood up to the bullies and didn't back down. In the face of adversity, I persevered.
When I went away to college, the first thing I did was find out about the glbt club on campus. It didn’t meet till two weeks into the semester and I excitedly waited for it. When the night finally came and I remember sitting in the meeting room and looking around; there were 15 other gay people in the same place as me! I was so excited to no longer be alone. I was an active member in the group from the very beginning and was quickly elected to Webmaster. (This was at a time I knew nothing about web development.) After that short tenure, I was elected Vice President and then President. Under my direction, the rag tag group of 15 swelled to 75. We had to find a bigger meeting space! When it came time to host the yearly student lgbt state-wide conference, my organization was selected to host it due to our leadership. When it came time to fund the conference, I raised $15,000 to fund it through a coalition of university departments, non-profits and statewide agencies.
Since starting Stonewall Fleet, there have been numerous instances that have filled me with pride. Watching a small group that you started of a not even a dozen players grow into hundreds and more is an amazing experience. When Star Trek Online was just about to launch, I was so honored to be gifted a lifetime membership by the members of Stonewall Fleet. When I posted my Guest Blog: Celebrating Diversity in Star Trek, the out pouring of support was overwhelming. I got messages from dozens of players thanking me for the post and our Pride Weekend celebration was one of the largest ever. When I received the letter below, I was so proud of the reputation that Stonewall Fleet had built. I’m proud each time someone tells me about the impact that our community has had on their life, either by making friends, helping them become more comfortable with their sexuality, or even meeting the love of their life. I'm not just proud of my accomplishments, but that of the hundreds of members who have volunteered their time, energy and skill to help build this community into what it is. Without the combined effort and collaboration of countless people, Stonewall Fleet wouldn't be what it is today.
Hi Nick,
My name’s XXX XXXXX, the Community Team Lead for ArenaNet’s upcoming MMO, Guild Wars 2. I’d like to talk with you today about a special testing opportunity for your guild.
Since we first publicly demonstrated Guild Wars 2 a few years ago, we’ve been fortunate enough to capture the imagination and enthusiasm of MMO players and press around the world. With Guild Wars 2, our goal is nothing less than redefining the limits of the massive online role playing genre, and we’d like your help in achieving that goal.
At this stage in our development, we’re looking for guilds to help us with testing Guild Wars 2, which is where you come in. The Stonewall Fleet came highly recommended to me by members of our studio, so we’d like to extend an invitation to you and 4 other members of your guild for a special closed beta test in the near future.
If you’re interested in advancing MMO gaming and helping us make Guild Wars 2 one of the premiere online role playing games , please reply back to me and I’ll follow up with further details. As you can imagine, this private beta testing opportunity will be covered by a Non-Disclosure Agreement, so I’d appreciate it if you could keep this email conversation confidential as well.
Thanks for your consideration and I look forward to talking to you soon. See you on the battlefield!
P.S. Take a look at our website to learn more about Guild Wars 2 and to check out some of the awards and accolades we’ve received so far.
Sincerely,
XXX XXXXX
Gravity
[PRIDE10: WEEK 2] Pride Lands
With some prodding it was suggested i take part in this post and it was going to be all about my first pride experience but having seen what this is about i think i have something better, here we go.
Growing up i had always been fairly quiet especially so at school (it was an all boys school in the 90s) where i was the classic nerd and not super popular but i had a good group of friends. Suffice to say puberty hit and it became apparent to me i was not the same as the other boys at school. This was something i tried to keep secret but at one point i trusted the wrong person and the news got out. What followed was two years of the most unpleasant bullying the details of which are fairly irrelevant to this post. I felt deeply ashamed of myself and just became something of a hermit never leaving my room and never talking to anyone. I didn't go to university though i had offers and it was only two years later when the schools careers officer rang me asking if i planned to ever go i decided to put an application in. I owe a lot to her because i likely would never have done so without prompting.
Going to university changed my life i became so much more comfortable and happy in myself but i was always still shy when it came to men and i was nervous in gay situations. During my years there i got used to the idea that i was gay but there was always part of me that held back and i was still very shy in public. During my entire time at university i never once kissed someone on a night out or even bought someone a drink. I was essentially hiding away from my gayness, whilst i had accepted it was part of who i was i was scared to show it in public.
Going forward to where i work now (BP) and there was quite a profound change in my personality. While Stonewall people may have always known me as the loud and seemingly confident person online it was not so in person. Working at BP i was supported and i came out to the people at work but i still never really spoke about my own life and in many respects i still didn't engage with the gay part of myself at all. The support i got at work helped and i was slowly becoming more confident in myself and slowly tuning into the loudmouth you all know (and tolerate) today. A turning point occurred when my local city was the UK city of culture and the pride event changed from a small provincial affair to a massive party to celebrate. As a volunteer for the city of culture i was sent to take part in the parade and it was a truly a life affirming experience. All these people coming out to support our community in a city in the north of England with a reputation for being a bit backwards, it genuinely warmed my heart. I slowly become more vocal about being gay both in and our of work and the real turning point happened later that year when the leader of our local BP Pride group left the company. There was nobody to take over this and he approached me and asked me to do it. I was horrified at the prospect of essentially being the local face for the LGBT+ community in the company. The alternative was that all activities in this area would stop entirely because these diversity and inclusion groups are run by volunteers and nobody else was stepping up. I took the decision that keeping the good work going was worth the discomfort on my part and i am so glad i did. This single action set in course a series of events that has massively increased my confidence and involves me standing in front of rooms filled with people giving educations sessions and even lobbying the leadership for change. I have arranged our continued sponsorship of the local pride parade and even get people from work to take part now. I have arranged multiple education sessions for people of all levels at the company. I have had meaningful discussions with alot of straight white middle aged men on topics such as trans rights and most recently i have been lobbying for some gender neutral toilets to be installed.
I am so very proud that i had the courage to be willing to overcome the difficulties i had in my early life and truly accept myself. The change i have been bring about because of this may not be big but it has been incredibly meaningful to me.
Growing up i had always been fairly quiet especially so at school (it was an all boys school in the 90s) where i was the classic nerd and not super popular but i had a good group of friends. Suffice to say puberty hit and it became apparent to me i was not the same as the other boys at school. This was something i tried to keep secret but at one point i trusted the wrong person and the news got out. What followed was two years of the most unpleasant bullying the details of which are fairly irrelevant to this post. I felt deeply ashamed of myself and just became something of a hermit never leaving my room and never talking to anyone. I didn't go to university though i had offers and it was only two years later when the schools careers officer rang me asking if i planned to ever go i decided to put an application in. I owe a lot to her because i likely would never have done so without prompting.
Going to university changed my life i became so much more comfortable and happy in myself but i was always still shy when it came to men and i was nervous in gay situations. During my years there i got used to the idea that i was gay but there was always part of me that held back and i was still very shy in public. During my entire time at university i never once kissed someone on a night out or even bought someone a drink. I was essentially hiding away from my gayness, whilst i had accepted it was part of who i was i was scared to show it in public.
Going forward to where i work now (BP) and there was quite a profound change in my personality. While Stonewall people may have always known me as the loud and seemingly confident person online it was not so in person. Working at BP i was supported and i came out to the people at work but i still never really spoke about my own life and in many respects i still didn't engage with the gay part of myself at all. The support i got at work helped and i was slowly becoming more confident in myself and slowly tuning into the loudmouth you all know (and tolerate) today. A turning point occurred when my local city was the UK city of culture and the pride event changed from a small provincial affair to a massive party to celebrate. As a volunteer for the city of culture i was sent to take part in the parade and it was a truly a life affirming experience. All these people coming out to support our community in a city in the north of England with a reputation for being a bit backwards, it genuinely warmed my heart. I slowly become more vocal about being gay both in and our of work and the real turning point happened later that year when the leader of our local BP Pride group left the company. There was nobody to take over this and he approached me and asked me to do it. I was horrified at the prospect of essentially being the local face for the LGBT+ community in the company. The alternative was that all activities in this area would stop entirely because these diversity and inclusion groups are run by volunteers and nobody else was stepping up. I took the decision that keeping the good work going was worth the discomfort on my part and i am so glad i did. This single action set in course a series of events that has massively increased my confidence and involves me standing in front of rooms filled with people giving educations sessions and even lobbying the leadership for change. I have arranged our continued sponsorship of the local pride parade and even get people from work to take part now. I have arranged multiple education sessions for people of all levels at the company. I have had meaningful discussions with alot of straight white middle aged men on topics such as trans rights and most recently i have been lobbying for some gender neutral toilets to be installed.
I am so very proud that i had the courage to be willing to overcome the difficulties i had in my early life and truly accept myself. The change i have been bring about because of this may not be big but it has been incredibly meaningful to me.
Unknown Person
Caution advised - Security Threat on STO Wiki
I see this all the time when browsing the wiki on my phone. You’re right, it’s an ad, and the “service” they’re selling is ransomware. I don’t have an ad blocker on the phone, so I just hit the “back” button on the browser to go back to the page I needed.
Chipz416
[PRIDE10: WEEK 2] Pride Lands
My absolute pride is the result of a weight loss journey. It feels that I’m exposing quite a bit of myself by writing this down, but it says a lot about my trust in this wonderful community that I feel safe and comfortable enough to write it down here.
I weighed 91 kg back in June 2017, which was too much at my 1,72 m height. I never was overweight until I went to university and basically drank far too much beer every night which gained me a lot of extra kilos. I was never able to successfully get it of anymore, despite the many many times I tried or started a diet.
This time it was different. I downloaded and installed an app called Lifesum, no I don’t own shares… 😉 It helped me a lot in accurately assessing my caloric intake and expenditure and this made it a whole lot easier to make better choices. I didn’t tell anyone as I’ve been unsuccessful so often and I was fearing people’s scrutinising reactions to yet another attempt. This time with the help of the app it worked, though! This obviously did a lot of good for my motivation, especially when other people started noticing.
Once the start was there, and I lost a few kilos, it became very easy and even fun to keep it up! I am a big nerd, so I used spreadsheets with which I could analyse my data and make constantly updating forecasts and summaries of my progress. I even calculated that I needed to cut 6886,1 kcal to lose 1 kg of weight, which is close to the 7000 kcal/kg you find so often in a lot of articles. The entire thing just comes down to consuming less calories than you use over a longer period of time. This is quite an open door, and literally helps nobody… I think it just comes down to finding a modus operandi that worked for me; data visualisation, spreadsheets, and making small changes based on that. Eating a little bit less, doing Zumba, taking a bike instead of a bus.
After about one year, I reached 66 kg, so that’s 25 kg less and I’m stable at that weight for about one year now already. I vividly remember two very emotional moments…
The first one was when we were going on a flight to Hungary and we could take along a 24 kg suitcase. I weighed myself without the suitcase and then with… and I was surprised to see my old weight back on the scale, but now with a super-heavy suitcase!
Another moment was when going for new clothes the first time after losing all that weight. Obviously your entire wardrobe can be thrown out and replaced for new clothes. I was a size XL, and when I first went to buy a new sweater I put on an M and was very proud that it fitted. The salesperson said that an S would suit me better though, and I tried that on and he was right! I bought the sweater and when me and my husband left the shop, I was crying so hard outside on the street.
So... here it is, I hope it doesn't feel like I'm oversharing stuff, but it truly is the one thing I am most proud of.
GeoM68
City of Heroes - Homecoming - PRIDE BALL **Costume Contest**
Stonewall Champions of Paragon Presents
In the great tradition of those who came before us,
we gather together to express ourselves,
our sense of style, our undeniable spirit and revel in our immense diversity in an extravaganza to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Stonewall.
This is more than a costume contest, it is
THE PRIDE BALL
All players from all shards are welcome to celebrate with us.s.
Costumes not in theme will not be eligible for GRAND PRIZE
This means only 1990 to 1999, Destiny's Child NOT Beyoncé.
Madonna Erotica to Ray of Light etc.
yes, this includes Reba, Snoop, Savage Garden, Cobain EVEN Blu Man Group.
Contestants will WALK THE RUNWAY to show off their creations.*
You may enter as an INDIVIDUAL, GROUP or DUO**
100 mil 1st - 75 mil 2nd - 50mil 3rd will be awarded***/****
Torchbearer
Kallisti Wharf (Statesman Square)
June 29th 9pm est
* subject to change
**Costume screening begins 2 hours prior to event start dependant on turn out
***Substitution and or additional prizes may be awarded
**** Groups/Duos will divide winnings amongst themselves
for more info ingame mail @GeoM68/69
In the great tradition of those who came before us,
we gather together to express ourselves,
our sense of style, our undeniable spirit and revel in our immense diversity in an extravaganza to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Stonewall.
This is more than a costume contest, it is
THE PRIDE BALL
All players from all shards are welcome to celebrate with us.s.
Costumes not in theme will not be eligible for GRAND PRIZE
This means only 1990 to 1999, Destiny's Child NOT Beyoncé.
Madonna Erotica to Ray of Light etc.
yes, this includes Reba, Snoop, Savage Garden, Cobain EVEN Blu Man Group.
Contestants will WALK THE RUNWAY to show off their creations.*
You may enter as an INDIVIDUAL, GROUP or DUO**
100 mil 1st - 75 mil 2nd - 50mil 3rd will be awarded***/****
Torchbearer
Kallisti Wharf (Statesman Square)
June 29th 9pm est
* subject to change
**Costume screening begins 2 hours prior to event start dependant on turn out
***Substitution and or additional prizes may be awarded
**** Groups/Duos will divide winnings amongst themselves
for more info ingame mail @GeoM68/69
Jeffdabear1
[PRIDE10: WEEK 2] Pride Lands
One of the proudest I have ever been is when I walked into this years Coronation of my local Imperial Court, almost 20 years to the day of the first time I have attended the event. The first time I was a very ignorant, arrogant person who knew little of how his community or the world at large worked, a nobody. This time when I came in, I was annouced to the entire gathering, a little older, a little wiser, but almost everyone in the room knew who I was, which still blows my mind. i am primarily affiliated with my home's bear community but over the past two decades I have developed a reputation as someone who is not afraid of reaching across boundaries and working with other organizations. I never expected to receive a lifetime title, much less half of what I have earned over the years. I guess it does prove that one person can make a difference if they are willing to set their mind to it.
Voleron
[PRIDE10: WEEK 1] Rainbow Away-Team Screenshot Contest
Dang, sorry I just missed this! Some amazing entries, though!!
TLara
[PRIDE10: WEEK 1] Rainbow Away-Team Screenshot Contest
Thank you all for your colorful contributions. They are great!
The Rainbow Away Team Screenshot Contest is hereby closed.
We will soon inform you here in this thread about the winners! Stay tuned!
Meanwhile you can proceed with our Pride10 Week 2 event here:
Pride Lands
For an overview of our Pride10 festivities please look here:
Stonewall Pride10
#Pride10
#RainbowAwayTeam
The Rainbow Away Team Screenshot Contest is hereby closed.
We will soon inform you here in this thread about the winners! Stay tuned!
Meanwhile you can proceed with our Pride10 Week 2 event here:
Pride Lands
For an overview of our Pride10 festivities please look here:
Stonewall Pride10
#Pride10
#RainbowAwayTeam
Writing Contest: Fables of Betrayals!
Today
#WritingContest
Today is the day I take command of the Oppenheimer. I just need to dispose of the Captain first...
Being the Chief of Security has the added benefit of having access to the whole ship without being suspicious. The bastard won't even see it coming.
The captain is a creature of habit. He hides it well, but he likes things done a certain way, which makes him predictable after observing his behavior for long enough. And I have - For longer than anyone else. We've been through hell and back together, so he trusts me implicitly. The fool.
As I finish my rounds, the Captain should be finishing up his jog across the upper deck, after which he'll have dinner in his quarters, followed by some reading.
I head to the galley and sit down for a meal myself. A medium rare steak ought to do the trick. I should make that Orion cook my concubine when I'm done. After we removed her pheromone glands, the green bitch always overseasons the food, but I'm sure she still has other talents.
I will make my move when the captain is indulging in his Andorian shisha in the officer's lounge. He always kicks everyone out when he does that so he can relax, even his boy toys. Even I had to make a copy of his access key to override the door. Luckily for me, this time his supply of tobacco was spiked with other herbs, so he'll be too intoxicated to notice.
It's almost time. I pat the dagger on my belt... Seems like I'm getting a little nervous. But then of course I am. Betrayal should not be taken lightly. I pass the crewmen on the way to the turbolift, they bow and salute to my superiority as I walk.
Three more levels. That pointy eared freak enters the turbolift, but she has the courtesy to not look me in the eye. If she weren't so fat, she'd be attractive... For a half-breed.
The door opens and I stroll out of the lift, knowing that victory is only a few steps away.
I swat a fly on my neck. Wait...
By the time I realize that Doctor T'Lara injected me with something, it's already too late. As the muscle relaxant shuts down my body, I think to myself - We should never underestimate the subordinates.
#WritingContest
Today is the day I take command of the Oppenheimer. I just need to dispose of the Captain first...
Being the Chief of Security has the added benefit of having access to the whole ship without being suspicious. The bastard won't even see it coming.
The captain is a creature of habit. He hides it well, but he likes things done a certain way, which makes him predictable after observing his behavior for long enough. And I have - For longer than anyone else. We've been through hell and back together, so he trusts me implicitly. The fool.
As I finish my rounds, the Captain should be finishing up his jog across the upper deck, after which he'll have dinner in his quarters, followed by some reading.
I head to the galley and sit down for a meal myself. A medium rare steak ought to do the trick. I should make that Orion cook my concubine when I'm done. After we removed her pheromone glands, the green bitch always overseasons the food, but I'm sure she still has other talents.
I will make my move when the captain is indulging in his Andorian shisha in the officer's lounge. He always kicks everyone out when he does that so he can relax, even his boy toys. Even I had to make a copy of his access key to override the door. Luckily for me, this time his supply of tobacco was spiked with other herbs, so he'll be too intoxicated to notice.
It's almost time. I pat the dagger on my belt... Seems like I'm getting a little nervous. But then of course I am. Betrayal should not be taken lightly. I pass the crewmen on the way to the turbolift, they bow and salute to my superiority as I walk.
Three more levels. That pointy eared freak enters the turbolift, but she has the courtesy to not look me in the eye. If she weren't so fat, she'd be attractive... For a half-breed.
The door opens and I stroll out of the lift, knowing that victory is only a few steps away.
I swat a fly on my neck. Wait...
By the time I realize that Doctor T'Lara injected me with something, it's already too late. As the muscle relaxant shuts down my body, I think to myself - We should never underestimate the subordinates.
calx
[PRIDE10: WEEK 2] Pride Lands
It's time to get inspirational and creative in Pride Lands, our second event in the run up to the fabulous Stonewall #Pride10 weekend!
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50 years ago, a little known show called Star Trek ended...but in Greenwich, NYC, an awakening began...
The Stonewall Riots, after which Stonewall Gaming Network is named, became a defining moment in LGBT history.
People stood up against the oppression using only what they could find.
So every year we honour their courage and celebrate with pride.
Whether you are LGBT+ or a straight ally, out or still in the closet....
What makes you proud? Have you done something to help your LGBT community in your area or online?
Or what are you most proud of? Are you a proud gamer? Did you get that ultimate score?
Or whom?
Are you proud of a collection?
Or of an achievement in life? Be it great or small! Are you proud of doing this in your life? (A college degree, a piece or art, something that you made or completed)
Did you complete an accolade set or get that legendary event done?
Or earned enough to finally get that ship you wanted?
50 years on...Star Trek has returned strong.
But the quest for equality continues...
Add your voice to our chorus by telling us your pride story.
- You are welcome to use creative licence to share your pride story - be it written, audio, photographic, artistic composition or even a combination!
- Your entry should be able to tell your pride story to us and all readers/viewers and evoke the feeling of us sharing in your pride.
- So if it is a photographic entry, consider including a short narrative to accompany it, unless the photo is self-explanatory!
- There is no limit to written entries but we do ask for more than simple one liners as they may not be sufficient enough to tell your pride story.
- Share your pride story entry on this page from now until 30th June.
- The judges will be Gareth, Kierix and Cal who will review all the entries and determine the top 3 after this date.
The top 3 entries, as rated by the judging panel, will win Stonewall Credits, redeemable in our Stonewall Credits Store:
- 1st place 3 Stonewall Credits
- 2nd place 2 Stonewall Credits
- 3rd place 1 Stonewall Credits
And finally, all participants will have their entries immortalised in the next edition of the Stonewall Times!
We look forward to seeing your submissions!
#Pride10
isthisscience
Writing Contest: Fables of Betrayals!
The Admiral and the Activist
#WritingContest
The force field between them seems to stretch a thousand light years. They have traversed more than that since they last spoke. A starched uniform faces off a utilitarian jumpsuit, each seeing the brig as their stage, their moment of defiance.
"I hear your code name is now White Knight," the Admiral observes with a wry sigh, "you always were one for such pretentious savior nonsense. What's the next one going to be, Angel Gabriel?"
"Says the woman who sums up her life achievements in a series of pips," the Activist retorts, relaxing into a smug swagger. "How much did that latest one cost you?- No wait, let me rephrase. How many lives did it cost?"
"I serve the Federation. Do you serve anyone but yourself?"
"Evasive as ever."
"Look in the mirror."
In the corner, the guard barely conceals a judging look at the direction of the interrogation.
The Admiral tuggs her collar up and ponders a change of tack. "You should start to cooperate before the trial," she begins "They may go easy on you."
"Me?" the Activist scoffs. "You think this will end in any other way than you hauled before the Supreme Court for, how many constitutional violations?"
"Everything I've done is sanctioned by the Starfleet Charter and the Federation Council. Times of war can require extreme measures."
"Such as mass slaughter of civilian populations?"
"Let's talk about that, shall we? What were you doing on the planet surface?"
"Saving lives. What were you doing in orbit?"
"I'm asking the questions."
The activist scoffs. "Okay, Admiral. I'll play your game."
"Did you, or did you not, leak classified battle plans to the enemy?"
"If by that, did I warn a colony of farmers to get out the way of your armada of death, then yes."
"So you admit aiding the enemy in wartime, leading to the deaths of countless numbers of your own troops?"
"They're not my enemy. Not our enemy. And you led those troops into battle on lies and jingoism. Those people would have stood no chance against your bombardment. They're peaceful."
"Using civilians as shields is an age old tactic. We won't win this war by playing nice."
"Playing nice? You make murder sound like a faux pas."
"And you make war sound like a game of cricket. There's no scones in the pavilion tea room after the match. This is about survival."
"And what about the survival of our principles?"
"You can't let principles come before protecting your children."
"Yes. You do. If your principles don't come first, they're not principles. They're just empty rhetoric to inflate your own ego; to relieve your guilt when times are good. Your generation drilled those Federation ideals into us throughout our life. Told us that they defined who we were; how we were different from those you called our enemies. Is it so surprising that we would take them to heart? That we would challenge you to live up to them when you fail to pass their muster??"
The Activist left an uncomfortable vacuum with her sudden silence, the Admiral unsure now how to fill it. The two broke off from their dog fight, avoiding eye contact as they paced in circles attempting to figure out who they're break through to the other.
"Do you remember," the Admiral began, still focused on her hands, "when we spoke at your graduation. I was so proud that you had chosen to serve in Starfleet. You said you were inspired by me, that you wanted to protect the Federation like I did. I don't understand why you turned your back on it all. Why you betrayed the Federation, betrayed your oath... betrayed me."
"I left to defend the Federation," the Activist replied, weary of this familiar ground. "I left to fulfill my oath. As for you, you are not the woman I thought you were. That became obvious after you ordered us to execute the prisoners."
"We didn't have the room. It's what they prefer in their culture."
"It's not what we do in ours. My mistake was to take you at your word. To see you as my mentor. Even, my hero. It blinded me to your dark side."
"Don't be so hyperbolic. Dark side indeed..."
"It was always there, I just chose not to see it. I was used to seeing you as compassionate and caring. I ignored the way you treated your crew. I ignore the way you stampeded over strangers for simple convenience. I ignore the way you treated my brother."
"He wasn't cut out for Starfleet, not like-"
"Like me? And look where we are now. How does that feel, Admiral? My turn for questions." The Admiral gave a mildly assenting huff. "What was the strategic goal of your assault?"
"To win the war. To drive back the enemy from our space."
"This planet was never Federation space."
"It would have been, if they weren't spreading like wildfire before we got this far out. It's a perfect world for us and a key strategic location."
"What enemy installations did you identify? Shipyards? Supply depots?"
"They were here, what more did I need."
"There are countless worlds you could have targeted. What made this one special?"
"Proximity to..." the Admiral wavered, a small crack in her poker face appeared, then faded. "It's provides key food supplies to the front line. Removing it from the board slows the enemy's advance."
"Ah... wheat. Despite the fact that front line supplies are routed two sectors away as this world doesn't produce enough for export yet. I did notice something unique about this world though. It has a similar population, topography, demographics and industry to Talion IX. What happened to Talion IX three days ago, Admiral?"
"There was a battle."
"Care to rephrase?"
"A massacre. The enemy slaughtered us."
"Did you know anyone there?"
"You know full well-"
"Did you know anyone there? Because I'm not so sure considering you didn't show up at his funeral."
"I was busy. There's a war on."
"Busy on a revenge spree I understand. They killed our own, and you wanted to kill their own."
"You wouldn't understand."
"How do I not understand. He was my brother."
"Blood for blood. That's the language they understand and we have to respond in kind! They have to know that we will be as ruthless as they are. Then, and only then, will they respect us."
"What's the value of their respect, when we can no longer respect ourselves. Admiral?"
"I suppose you intend to use that admission against me. I know they'll understand though. Will they understand your choice though? How many siblings and children were lost because you sold them out?"
"And how many were saved?"
"We both know that our own are of far more value. You traded lives, theirs for ours. You're coming down."
"Not without you I'm not." The Activist turns away, wanting to bury herself in the bulkhead behind her. The Admiral reaches out, her fingers hovering above the forcefield. The electricity tingles across her skin. She withdraws her hand in shame as the Activist turns back to her; her face possessed by a stern visage. "We both know how this will go. This," the Activist gestures to their reunion, "was a mistake."
"It doesn't have to end this way."
"Perhaps not." The silence haunts the silence between them. If only she'd just say it, they think. If only she'd show me it's okay. Eventually, the Activist gives up waiting. "I'll see you at the trial."
"It's not like I have a choice."
The Activist gives a brief nod to the guard before leaving her prisoner to be picked up by Starfleet Security.
"Emma!" the Admiral calls out. The Activist turns on the utterance of her name. She waits in the doorway for the admission; the compromise; the end of that damned facade. But the Admiral simply stutters; her face sinks and she retreats back into her cell.
"Goodbye, mom." The door closes.
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The force field between them seems to stretch a thousand light years. They have traversed more than that since they last spoke. A starched uniform faces off a utilitarian jumpsuit, each seeing the brig as their stage, their moment of defiance.
"I hear your code name is now White Knight," the Admiral observes with a wry sigh, "you always were one for such pretentious savior nonsense. What's the next one going to be, Angel Gabriel?"
"Says the woman who sums up her life achievements in a series of pips," the Activist retorts, relaxing into a smug swagger. "How much did that latest one cost you?- No wait, let me rephrase. How many lives did it cost?"
"I serve the Federation. Do you serve anyone but yourself?"
"Evasive as ever."
"Look in the mirror."
In the corner, the guard barely conceals a judging look at the direction of the interrogation.
The Admiral tuggs her collar up and ponders a change of tack. "You should start to cooperate before the trial," she begins "They may go easy on you."
"Me?" the Activist scoffs. "You think this will end in any other way than you hauled before the Supreme Court for, how many constitutional violations?"
"Everything I've done is sanctioned by the Starfleet Charter and the Federation Council. Times of war can require extreme measures."
"Such as mass slaughter of civilian populations?"
"Let's talk about that, shall we? What were you doing on the planet surface?"
"Saving lives. What were you doing in orbit?"
"I'm asking the questions."
The activist scoffs. "Okay, Admiral. I'll play your game."
"Did you, or did you not, leak classified battle plans to the enemy?"
"If by that, did I warn a colony of farmers to get out the way of your armada of death, then yes."
"So you admit aiding the enemy in wartime, leading to the deaths of countless numbers of your own troops?"
"They're not my enemy. Not our enemy. And you led those troops into battle on lies and jingoism. Those people would have stood no chance against your bombardment. They're peaceful."
"Using civilians as shields is an age old tactic. We won't win this war by playing nice."
"Playing nice? You make murder sound like a faux pas."
"And you make war sound like a game of cricket. There's no scones in the pavilion tea room after the match. This is about survival."
"And what about the survival of our principles?"
"You can't let principles come before protecting your children."
"Yes. You do. If your principles don't come first, they're not principles. They're just empty rhetoric to inflate your own ego; to relieve your guilt when times are good. Your generation drilled those Federation ideals into us throughout our life. Told us that they defined who we were; how we were different from those you called our enemies. Is it so surprising that we would take them to heart? That we would challenge you to live up to them when you fail to pass their muster??"
The Activist left an uncomfortable vacuum with her sudden silence, the Admiral unsure now how to fill it. The two broke off from their dog fight, avoiding eye contact as they paced in circles attempting to figure out who they're break through to the other.
"Do you remember," the Admiral began, still focused on her hands, "when we spoke at your graduation. I was so proud that you had chosen to serve in Starfleet. You said you were inspired by me, that you wanted to protect the Federation like I did. I don't understand why you turned your back on it all. Why you betrayed the Federation, betrayed your oath... betrayed me."
"I left to defend the Federation," the Activist replied, weary of this familiar ground. "I left to fulfill my oath. As for you, you are not the woman I thought you were. That became obvious after you ordered us to execute the prisoners."
"We didn't have the room. It's what they prefer in their culture."
"It's not what we do in ours. My mistake was to take you at your word. To see you as my mentor. Even, my hero. It blinded me to your dark side."
"Don't be so hyperbolic. Dark side indeed..."
"It was always there, I just chose not to see it. I was used to seeing you as compassionate and caring. I ignored the way you treated your crew. I ignore the way you stampeded over strangers for simple convenience. I ignore the way you treated my brother."
"He wasn't cut out for Starfleet, not like-"
"Like me? And look where we are now. How does that feel, Admiral? My turn for questions." The Admiral gave a mildly assenting huff. "What was the strategic goal of your assault?"
"To win the war. To drive back the enemy from our space."
"This planet was never Federation space."
"It would have been, if they weren't spreading like wildfire before we got this far out. It's a perfect world for us and a key strategic location."
"What enemy installations did you identify? Shipyards? Supply depots?"
"They were here, what more did I need."
"There are countless worlds you could have targeted. What made this one special?"
"Proximity to..." the Admiral wavered, a small crack in her poker face appeared, then faded. "It's provides key food supplies to the front line. Removing it from the board slows the enemy's advance."
"Ah... wheat. Despite the fact that front line supplies are routed two sectors away as this world doesn't produce enough for export yet. I did notice something unique about this world though. It has a similar population, topography, demographics and industry to Talion IX. What happened to Talion IX three days ago, Admiral?"
"There was a battle."
"Care to rephrase?"
"A massacre. The enemy slaughtered us."
"Did you know anyone there?"
"You know full well-"
"Did you know anyone there? Because I'm not so sure considering you didn't show up at his funeral."
"I was busy. There's a war on."
"Busy on a revenge spree I understand. They killed our own, and you wanted to kill their own."
"You wouldn't understand."
"How do I not understand. He was my brother."
"Blood for blood. That's the language they understand and we have to respond in kind! They have to know that we will be as ruthless as they are. Then, and only then, will they respect us."
"What's the value of their respect, when we can no longer respect ourselves. Admiral?"
"I suppose you intend to use that admission against me. I know they'll understand though. Will they understand your choice though? How many siblings and children were lost because you sold them out?"
"And how many were saved?"
"We both know that our own are of far more value. You traded lives, theirs for ours. You're coming down."
"Not without you I'm not." The Activist turns away, wanting to bury herself in the bulkhead behind her. The Admiral reaches out, her fingers hovering above the forcefield. The electricity tingles across her skin. She withdraws her hand in shame as the Activist turns back to her; her face possessed by a stern visage. "We both know how this will go. This," the Activist gestures to their reunion, "was a mistake."
"It doesn't have to end this way."
"Perhaps not." The silence haunts the silence between them. If only she'd just say it, they think. If only she'd show me it's okay. Eventually, the Activist gives up waiting. "I'll see you at the trial."
"It's not like I have a choice."
The Activist gives a brief nod to the guard before leaving her prisoner to be picked up by Starfleet Security.
"Emma!" the Admiral calls out. The Activist turns on the utterance of her name. She waits in the doorway for the admission; the compromise; the end of that damned facade. But the Admiral simply stutters; her face sinks and she retreats back into her cell.
"Goodbye, mom." The door closes.
Tourma
[PRIDE10: WEEK 1] Rainbow Away-Team Screenshot Contest
After defeating the wicked T'mok and the Coalesence, S'tanius and the Magical Centurions felt that there work was done. The Empire was safe. They went back to their normal lives on Romulus. After the destruction of the Homeworld, the girls were scattered. S'taius, alone on a colony world discovers a new threat. The vile General J'nop is taking advantage of the disporia by sending the loathsome Commander R'Trek with his very own Magical Centurions, the Star Eclipse. Fueled by dark magics, these ladies mean to take down what it means to be Romulan.
Can S'taius get the girls back together?
Will R'Trek stamp out the will of the Empire?
Can S'taius resist the dark allure of Subcommander S'ainia?
Find out in season four of Magical Centurion S'taius!
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Can S'taius get the girls back together?
Will R'Trek stamp out the will of the Empire?
Can S'taius resist the dark allure of Subcommander S'ainia?
Find out in season four of Magical Centurion S'taius!
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Writing Contest: Fables of Betrayals!
Treasure Trading Station in orbit of Argelius II – July 2409
Leaving the stale recycled air behind him, he entered the airlock connecting his Interceptor-class Orion shuttlecraft to Treasure Trading Station. The narrow confines of this walkway gave him about half an arms-length at each side to manoeuvre, but it was preferable in any case over the cold hard vacuum present in the high orbit over Argelius II. His shuttle’s door closed behind him, and an almost inaudible hiss reminded him of the gaseous disinfectant that was being dispersed through the airlock. The soft hiss was almost immediately drowned out by the voice of a computerised Ferengi female.
“Welcome to Treasure Trading Station, Saler-Thon! The Argelius II Ferengi Trading Consortium hopes you had a comfortable journey from Ter'jas Mor to our vibrant trading outpost. Disinfecting will shortly be completed, and you and your partner have been assigned to the luxurious suite number 109 so that you can enjoy a breath-taking view on the planet below. We hope that your stay will be a pleasant one. And on the subject of pleasure… rush over to deck 24 to meet our highly skilled entertainers from all over the Galaxy in the Silverling Night Club, where perpetual night-time creates the perfect atmosphere for all your… eh… more exotic desires!”
The heavy leak-tight doors at the end of the walkway slowly slided open and the atmosphere abruptly lost its serenity. Raucous laughter made by a group of passing Chalnoth, exaggerated gesturing by shady merchants, unfamiliar yet magical music, and overwhelming perfumes all battled for Saler-Thon’s attention and his mind needed a second to re-adjust to this abrupt change of scenery. Focus now! Any small mistake can cost you your life, or worse… that of your beloved Ya’ara.
Wading through the crowd towards his assigned suite 109 was quite a struggle, but he managed to re-focus his attention. Ya’ara would have arrived about one hour ago and was already waiting in suite 109 with the files on an isolinear chip. Together, they’d flee the Orion Syndicate and request asylum in Federation space. Whatever acts of marauding and piracy Saler-Thon had committed in the past against Federation targets would be rapidly forgiven, when Starfleet Intelligence found out what Ya’ara’s files could offer.
Orion Syndicate Palaces, Ter’jas Mor – October 2406
Ya’ara and Saler-Thon were both immune to the powerful pheromones produced by Orion women to subtly assert dominance over the male population. Although this biological curiosity is considered rare, it was not completely unheard of. What was most irregular about Ya’ara and Saler-Thon however, was that they survived their childhood with this pheromonal immunity… and the only reason they survived was that somehow they both and separate from each other were able to stay out of the clutches of the Orion Syndicate’s secret police. Melani D’ian and her predecessors spared no resource to fortify and assure her dominance in this strictly matriarchal society… not even the killing of pheromonally immune boys was beneath her.
When Ya’ara and Saler-Thon met at the Syndicate Palaces they were both very recently been recruited by impressment. Saler-Thon would serve as a pirate captain in D’ian’s fleet, while Ya’ara was sent to the Palace’s quartermaster to serve. Even though they were mutually unaware of their common immunity at that time, their romantic attraction for one another was not so unapparent. The moment they laid eyes on each other they fell hopelessly in love… there could not conceivably be a pheromone in the universe so strong that it could block this almost gravitational attraction. This attraction grew stronger with every visit Saler-Thon and his pirate ship made to Ter’jas Mor where grand celebratory feasts were held in honour of the great pirate captain. Halfway through these celebrations, when the copious amounts of imported Romulan ale had placated even D’ian’s most devout followers and secret agents, Saler-Thon and Ya’ara would sneak out for their illicit romantic activities. This warm summer night was going to be somewhat different from the other tête-à-têtes they had had before…
“During our latest raid, we boarded the U.S.S. Linnaeus, a medical science vessel, and I stumbled upon some interesting piece of intel,” Saler-Thon knew he was on very slippery grounds here, but he knew that he could trust Ya’ara. The only reason for their mutual affection could be that Ya’ara was also immune to the Orion pheromones. Ya’ara’s smile and deep green eyes encouraged him on.
“Starfleet Intelligence is performing biological research on disrupting the activity of the female control pheromone, after discovering that a small group of the Orion population is born with an immunity for it.” He hesitated… these were dangerous words, but he knew he could trust his lover. They were both immune, it could be the only reason for their bond. Saler-Thon continued: “An immunity we both seem to possess…”
Treasure Trading Station in orbit of Argelius II – July 2409
A little less than three years passed since their coming-out to each other and their shared secret not only empowered their growing emotional bond, it also was going to be their ticket out of this oppressive society. During his raids near the Federation border, Saler-Thon was constantly looking for more intel on Starfleet Intelligence research on the Orion pheromones, while Ya’ara was building up a database of his own. During one of his earlier raids, Saler-Thon was able to steal a very small, yet extremely advanced biochemical tricorder of an unknown alien origin. No small effort was made to keep it out of Melani D’ian’s hands, and give it to Ya’ara. With it, Ya’ara was able to secretly take samples of the pheromonal biochemical structure during all phases of an Orion female’s life, and the different interactions with a broad spectrum of genetically dissimilar males and non-binary Orions.
All this biochemical data was now safely stored on the isolinear chip in Ya’ara’s possession in suite 109. They would contact Admiral Jamal Al-Fayed of the U.S.S. Persephone the moment the two Orions were reunited, so that they could be taken to Starfleet Intelligence for questioning and live their lives in freedom and love for each other.
As Saler-Thon approached the luxurious suite 109 his heart was pounding in his throat… soon they’d be safe, soon they’d be together forever! He opened the door to the suite in anticipation of his lover’s face… and was greeted by a group of three Orion secret police officers pointing their disruptors at him. Next to the officers was Ya’ara. Saler-Thon’s initial reaction was to make sure that Ya’ara was safe. A deeply chilling feeling crept over Saler-Thon though as soon as he realised that Ya’ara was more than fine… there was no sense of fear or worry on his lover’s face but a demonic smile. A wicked smile it was, as though a grand and evil scheme was finally reaching its horrible conclusion.
Ya’ara spoke in such a disdainful tone it slashed through Saler-Thon’s soul: “Melani D’ian thanks you for your loyal service in investigating how your abnormal and degenerate nature can now be identified and corrected. Of course no knowledge of your research can ever be allowed to fall in the hands of our enemies. And therefore I now need to tidy up some loose ends… by loose ends I mean you of course Saler-Thon.”
“By the authority of my mistress Melani D’ian, I sentence you to die.”
An energy beam engulfed Saler-Thon. Unexpectedly, it was not the energy discharge of a disruptor, but the transporters of the U.S.S. Persephone engaged just in time to save Saler-Thon’s skin. His life was saved, but his heart would never be whole again.
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Leaving the stale recycled air behind him, he entered the airlock connecting his Interceptor-class Orion shuttlecraft to Treasure Trading Station. The narrow confines of this walkway gave him about half an arms-length at each side to manoeuvre, but it was preferable in any case over the cold hard vacuum present in the high orbit over Argelius II. His shuttle’s door closed behind him, and an almost inaudible hiss reminded him of the gaseous disinfectant that was being dispersed through the airlock. The soft hiss was almost immediately drowned out by the voice of a computerised Ferengi female.
“Welcome to Treasure Trading Station, Saler-Thon! The Argelius II Ferengi Trading Consortium hopes you had a comfortable journey from Ter'jas Mor to our vibrant trading outpost. Disinfecting will shortly be completed, and you and your partner have been assigned to the luxurious suite number 109 so that you can enjoy a breath-taking view on the planet below. We hope that your stay will be a pleasant one. And on the subject of pleasure… rush over to deck 24 to meet our highly skilled entertainers from all over the Galaxy in the Silverling Night Club, where perpetual night-time creates the perfect atmosphere for all your… eh… more exotic desires!”
The heavy leak-tight doors at the end of the walkway slowly slided open and the atmosphere abruptly lost its serenity. Raucous laughter made by a group of passing Chalnoth, exaggerated gesturing by shady merchants, unfamiliar yet magical music, and overwhelming perfumes all battled for Saler-Thon’s attention and his mind needed a second to re-adjust to this abrupt change of scenery. Focus now! Any small mistake can cost you your life, or worse… that of your beloved Ya’ara.
Wading through the crowd towards his assigned suite 109 was quite a struggle, but he managed to re-focus his attention. Ya’ara would have arrived about one hour ago and was already waiting in suite 109 with the files on an isolinear chip. Together, they’d flee the Orion Syndicate and request asylum in Federation space. Whatever acts of marauding and piracy Saler-Thon had committed in the past against Federation targets would be rapidly forgiven, when Starfleet Intelligence found out what Ya’ara’s files could offer.
Orion Syndicate Palaces, Ter’jas Mor – October 2406
Ya’ara and Saler-Thon were both immune to the powerful pheromones produced by Orion women to subtly assert dominance over the male population. Although this biological curiosity is considered rare, it was not completely unheard of. What was most irregular about Ya’ara and Saler-Thon however, was that they survived their childhood with this pheromonal immunity… and the only reason they survived was that somehow they both and separate from each other were able to stay out of the clutches of the Orion Syndicate’s secret police. Melani D’ian and her predecessors spared no resource to fortify and assure her dominance in this strictly matriarchal society… not even the killing of pheromonally immune boys was beneath her.
When Ya’ara and Saler-Thon met at the Syndicate Palaces they were both very recently been recruited by impressment. Saler-Thon would serve as a pirate captain in D’ian’s fleet, while Ya’ara was sent to the Palace’s quartermaster to serve. Even though they were mutually unaware of their common immunity at that time, their romantic attraction for one another was not so unapparent. The moment they laid eyes on each other they fell hopelessly in love… there could not conceivably be a pheromone in the universe so strong that it could block this almost gravitational attraction. This attraction grew stronger with every visit Saler-Thon and his pirate ship made to Ter’jas Mor where grand celebratory feasts were held in honour of the great pirate captain. Halfway through these celebrations, when the copious amounts of imported Romulan ale had placated even D’ian’s most devout followers and secret agents, Saler-Thon and Ya’ara would sneak out for their illicit romantic activities. This warm summer night was going to be somewhat different from the other tête-à-têtes they had had before…
“During our latest raid, we boarded the U.S.S. Linnaeus, a medical science vessel, and I stumbled upon some interesting piece of intel,” Saler-Thon knew he was on very slippery grounds here, but he knew that he could trust Ya’ara. The only reason for their mutual affection could be that Ya’ara was also immune to the Orion pheromones. Ya’ara’s smile and deep green eyes encouraged him on.
“Starfleet Intelligence is performing biological research on disrupting the activity of the female control pheromone, after discovering that a small group of the Orion population is born with an immunity for it.” He hesitated… these were dangerous words, but he knew he could trust his lover. They were both immune, it could be the only reason for their bond. Saler-Thon continued: “An immunity we both seem to possess…”
Treasure Trading Station in orbit of Argelius II – July 2409
A little less than three years passed since their coming-out to each other and their shared secret not only empowered their growing emotional bond, it also was going to be their ticket out of this oppressive society. During his raids near the Federation border, Saler-Thon was constantly looking for more intel on Starfleet Intelligence research on the Orion pheromones, while Ya’ara was building up a database of his own. During one of his earlier raids, Saler-Thon was able to steal a very small, yet extremely advanced biochemical tricorder of an unknown alien origin. No small effort was made to keep it out of Melani D’ian’s hands, and give it to Ya’ara. With it, Ya’ara was able to secretly take samples of the pheromonal biochemical structure during all phases of an Orion female’s life, and the different interactions with a broad spectrum of genetically dissimilar males and non-binary Orions.
All this biochemical data was now safely stored on the isolinear chip in Ya’ara’s possession in suite 109. They would contact Admiral Jamal Al-Fayed of the U.S.S. Persephone the moment the two Orions were reunited, so that they could be taken to Starfleet Intelligence for questioning and live their lives in freedom and love for each other.
As Saler-Thon approached the luxurious suite 109 his heart was pounding in his throat… soon they’d be safe, soon they’d be together forever! He opened the door to the suite in anticipation of his lover’s face… and was greeted by a group of three Orion secret police officers pointing their disruptors at him. Next to the officers was Ya’ara. Saler-Thon’s initial reaction was to make sure that Ya’ara was safe. A deeply chilling feeling crept over Saler-Thon though as soon as he realised that Ya’ara was more than fine… there was no sense of fear or worry on his lover’s face but a demonic smile. A wicked smile it was, as though a grand and evil scheme was finally reaching its horrible conclusion.
Ya’ara spoke in such a disdainful tone it slashed through Saler-Thon’s soul: “Melani D’ian thanks you for your loyal service in investigating how your abnormal and degenerate nature can now be identified and corrected. Of course no knowledge of your research can ever be allowed to fall in the hands of our enemies. And therefore I now need to tidy up some loose ends… by loose ends I mean you of course Saler-Thon.”
“By the authority of my mistress Melani D’ian, I sentence you to die.”
An energy beam engulfed Saler-Thon. Unexpectedly, it was not the energy discharge of a disruptor, but the transporters of the U.S.S. Persephone engaged just in time to save Saler-Thon’s skin. His life was saved, but his heart would never be whole again.
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[PRIDE10: WEEK 1] Rainbow Away-Team Screenshot Contest
Wait, shit, the deadline is coming.
Ahem, I present to you, two Romugay Butterflies:
Dramatis Personae:
Annisa (Me), T'Saebrineth (@Allehandra) and our Risian Kittycal
Ahem, I present to you, two Romugay Butterflies:
Dramatis Personae:
Annisa (Me), T'Saebrineth (@Allehandra) and our Risian Kittycal
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Voth Battlezone Popup
Yes, if we rain so much fire on the dino's we don't even have to cook our steaks anymore! :D
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[PRIDE10: WEEK 1] Rainbow Away-Team Screenshot Contest
Be that rainbow in someone else's life every now and then... it can mean the world to them.
~ Love Chipz
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Voth Battlezone Popup
Maybe a good trial run for Plasma Mayhem 2019? I was thinking for my still-nascent Romulan event idea of having everybody equip Romulan hyper-plasma launchers and litter the skies of the battlezones with shimmering green death balls. Or red AKA the T'varro destabilized plasma torpedo. Of course, any ship can equip the RHP, so having it doesn't have to be a Romulan event.