5th Annual Las Vegas Star Trek Convention Meetup
Alright, I booked my hotel room and got my tickets. I'll see you all in Vegas.
Zander_Hawk
Mariz
Right wing & conservative ST fans?
Unfortunatly hate and intolerance exists everywhere.
Although the STO saga has a lot to do with tolerance and acceptance regarding different persons, IMO it has to do more with the greatness of the human spirit.
This particularly discusses me as this opinions and most of all feelings, only show how far are we to be trully great.
Very sorry to hear about the experience.
Just try to ignore them.
Although the STO saga has a lot to do with tolerance and acceptance regarding different persons, IMO it has to do more with the greatness of the human spirit.
This particularly discusses me as this opinions and most of all feelings, only show how far are we to be trully great.
Very sorry to hear about the experience.
Just try to ignore them.
Ereiid
Re: Semil: Agent of the Empire
Chapter XXVII: Shadowed Figure
Having one Bekk push the pallet behind him, K'vot was down one man, having taken point for the group as they jogged briskly along the corridor at a faster pace than he would have otherwise thought prudent.
If there were Orion security forces responding, at least they were staying ahead of them for now. The beamout point wasn't far. Being slightly ahead of schedule was no excuse for the Vorta to be late. The temptation of leaving the Vorta behind was fleeting, if noticeable.
A junction approached. K'vot knew to turn left and signaled the Bekk pushing the pallet to prepare himself for the turn. K'vot pivoted hard on his foot, when he saw the four armed Orions marching their way further up the transverse hallway.
K'vot barely had time to signal for cover by the time the Orions opened fire. He had barely squeezed himself behind a wall joist, and turned his head to check the status of the rest of the team. The Bekk covering their right flank had been caught by surprise, and lay on his back, a still sparking disruptor wound upon his chest. The others had managed to find cover, one behind the cargo pallet, the other two behind corridor braces, same as himself. Each took turns intermittently returning suppressing fire, as befit their honed training.
K'vot tabbed his wrist comm. "Vaq'ghol, we are pinned in the aft transverse corridor. Come in."
Only static replied. Damn, the Orions were jamming their comms.
K'vot looked back to see if there were signs of other Orions closing in on them from behind. Only because his back was turned for that split second, did he miss the bright flash from up the corridor. It was enough to catch his attention - he could hear indistinct grunts and shouting through the disruptor bolts, which were noticeably fewer.
He peered out from behind his cover, signaling with an upraised hand for his Bekks to hold their fire. A cloud of smoke and haze obscured his view at the far end of the corridor.
A lone, shadowed figure slowly emerged from the haze, indistinct and unidentifiable. K'vot readied his pistol - mentally drawing a beed on the silhouette, selecting his target with only anticipation to guide him.
"No need to hold for applause. We're on a timetable."
The Vorta stood as the smoke wafted up and away clear of him.
K'vot and the Bekks stepped out from their cover positions. "Your timing could not be better if..."
"...if I were a Vorta?" Semil deadpanned.
This new sense of humor of his - at least that's not very Vorta of him. K'vot signaled his team back to readiness, forming up around the cargo pallet as they resumed their jog down the corridor.
Back aboard the Vaq'ghol bridge, K'vot and Semil strode in from the corridor, still sweating from their exertions on the Marauder.
"Sir. The Marauder has stabilized their power grid." K'vot's First Officer remarked from his Tactical station.
Semil had taken up the threat analysis console behind K'vot. "They've locked on with a tractor beam." It had to have been as the Vaq'ghol decloaked with lowered shields to beam back their raider teams. The Bird of Prey's shields had raised, but there was no way she would recloak while held. "We're being hailed."
K'vot took a brief second to compose himself. "Onscreen."
The viewscreen flickered and brought up the glowering visage of their Orion captor.
K'vot nodded. "Fennaz."
"K'vot." The Orion smirked knowingly across the subspace uplink. "I have to admit - your little raid took out some of my best Enforcers. Pity. I'd just signed their contracts, too." His visage grew noticeably more stern. "But this is over. I have your ship. Surrender your cargo, and we'll let you live." He paused, thoughtfully. "Minus your warp cores, of course."
"Have you learned nothing, Fennaz? You're going to have to come and take it. Better send your men whose contracts are almost up." The Colonel cackled into the vidcomm.
For all his experience with these negotiation tactics, Semil had little patience for how the Klingons and Orions conducted it. Such little civility. So lacking in finesse and subtlety.
He supposed playing into their own stereotypes was expected of these Klingons and Orions. The warrior and the pirate, ever locked in their chase.
Up until a few months ago, he would have agreed wholeheartedly with the idea. Best to play to ones strengths - the gifts one had been endowed with. But then, up until his most recent rebirth, he had been an upper-mid tier Vorta facilitator.
Today, he was something new. Something that he had a hand in creating.
The other bridge officers on the Vaq'ghol were too busy, too focused on their preparations for glorious battle to notice the commands Semil was keying into his console.
Onscreen, Fennaz's unremarkable tirade trailed off, interrupted by a low rumble. The Orion scaned around his own bridge, his eyes darting about, unclear of his circumstances.
On the Vaq'ghol, K'vot was similarly confused, looking about at his bridge officers for an update on the situation. They returned only shrugs, when K'vot pivoted about to look Semil square in the eye.
The Vaq'ghol bridge lurched as the ship sheared free of the tractor beam.
The Marauder careened into warp with a screech, failing to take the Bird-of-Prey with it.
Onscreen, K'vot swiveled his head back just in time to watch Fennaz flung head over heels aftwards, his ragdoll body folding over a railing with a sickening crack of his spine just before the commlink cut out.
He knew exactly where to seek answers. "What did you do?"
"I may have found the time to locate an engineering maintenance interface while we were aboard."
"Let me guess. And you bypassed their helm control?"
"And their intertial dampeners," Semil corrected. "A recursive diagnostic cycle, to be accurate."
"And how did you know their tractor beam would release us?"
"I didn't."
Having one Bekk push the pallet behind him, K'vot was down one man, having taken point for the group as they jogged briskly along the corridor at a faster pace than he would have otherwise thought prudent.
If there were Orion security forces responding, at least they were staying ahead of them for now. The beamout point wasn't far. Being slightly ahead of schedule was no excuse for the Vorta to be late. The temptation of leaving the Vorta behind was fleeting, if noticeable.
A junction approached. K'vot knew to turn left and signaled the Bekk pushing the pallet to prepare himself for the turn. K'vot pivoted hard on his foot, when he saw the four armed Orions marching their way further up the transverse hallway.
K'vot barely had time to signal for cover by the time the Orions opened fire. He had barely squeezed himself behind a wall joist, and turned his head to check the status of the rest of the team. The Bekk covering their right flank had been caught by surprise, and lay on his back, a still sparking disruptor wound upon his chest. The others had managed to find cover, one behind the cargo pallet, the other two behind corridor braces, same as himself. Each took turns intermittently returning suppressing fire, as befit their honed training.
K'vot tabbed his wrist comm. "Vaq'ghol, we are pinned in the aft transverse corridor. Come in."
Only static replied. Damn, the Orions were jamming their comms.
K'vot looked back to see if there were signs of other Orions closing in on them from behind. Only because his back was turned for that split second, did he miss the bright flash from up the corridor. It was enough to catch his attention - he could hear indistinct grunts and shouting through the disruptor bolts, which were noticeably fewer.
He peered out from behind his cover, signaling with an upraised hand for his Bekks to hold their fire. A cloud of smoke and haze obscured his view at the far end of the corridor.
A lone, shadowed figure slowly emerged from the haze, indistinct and unidentifiable. K'vot readied his pistol - mentally drawing a beed on the silhouette, selecting his target with only anticipation to guide him.
"No need to hold for applause. We're on a timetable."
The Vorta stood as the smoke wafted up and away clear of him.
K'vot and the Bekks stepped out from their cover positions. "Your timing could not be better if..."
"...if I were a Vorta?" Semil deadpanned.
This new sense of humor of his - at least that's not very Vorta of him. K'vot signaled his team back to readiness, forming up around the cargo pallet as they resumed their jog down the corridor.
____________________
Back aboard the Vaq'ghol bridge, K'vot and Semil strode in from the corridor, still sweating from their exertions on the Marauder.
"Sir. The Marauder has stabilized their power grid." K'vot's First Officer remarked from his Tactical station.
Semil had taken up the threat analysis console behind K'vot. "They've locked on with a tractor beam." It had to have been as the Vaq'ghol decloaked with lowered shields to beam back their raider teams. The Bird of Prey's shields had raised, but there was no way she would recloak while held. "We're being hailed."
K'vot took a brief second to compose himself. "Onscreen."
The viewscreen flickered and brought up the glowering visage of their Orion captor.
K'vot nodded. "Fennaz."
"K'vot." The Orion smirked knowingly across the subspace uplink. "I have to admit - your little raid took out some of my best Enforcers. Pity. I'd just signed their contracts, too." His visage grew noticeably more stern. "But this is over. I have your ship. Surrender your cargo, and we'll let you live." He paused, thoughtfully. "Minus your warp cores, of course."
"Have you learned nothing, Fennaz? You're going to have to come and take it. Better send your men whose contracts are almost up." The Colonel cackled into the vidcomm.
For all his experience with these negotiation tactics, Semil had little patience for how the Klingons and Orions conducted it. Such little civility. So lacking in finesse and subtlety.
He supposed playing into their own stereotypes was expected of these Klingons and Orions. The warrior and the pirate, ever locked in their chase.
Up until a few months ago, he would have agreed wholeheartedly with the idea. Best to play to ones strengths - the gifts one had been endowed with. But then, up until his most recent rebirth, he had been an upper-mid tier Vorta facilitator.
Today, he was something new. Something that he had a hand in creating.
The other bridge officers on the Vaq'ghol were too busy, too focused on their preparations for glorious battle to notice the commands Semil was keying into his console.
Onscreen, Fennaz's unremarkable tirade trailed off, interrupted by a low rumble. The Orion scaned around his own bridge, his eyes darting about, unclear of his circumstances.
On the Vaq'ghol, K'vot was similarly confused, looking about at his bridge officers for an update on the situation. They returned only shrugs, when K'vot pivoted about to look Semil square in the eye.
The Vaq'ghol bridge lurched as the ship sheared free of the tractor beam.
The Marauder careened into warp with a screech, failing to take the Bird-of-Prey with it.
Onscreen, K'vot swiveled his head back just in time to watch Fennaz flung head over heels aftwards, his ragdoll body folding over a railing with a sickening crack of his spine just before the commlink cut out.
He knew exactly where to seek answers. "What did you do?"
"I may have found the time to locate an engineering maintenance interface while we were aboard."
"Let me guess. And you bypassed their helm control?"
"And their intertial dampeners," Semil corrected. "A recursive diagnostic cycle, to be accurate."
"And how did you know their tractor beam would release us?"
"I didn't."
Finka
Right wing & conservative ST fans?
Wow, thanks for all the answers, this is supportive :)
Fortnuately I have not encountered any hate speech in game - probably because I just mostly click the Stonewall talk tab and don't look elswhere ;)
It's hard to ignore those comments when they come from a person I know. And I am very impulsive, you know, the Leonard McCoy type :D I feel the urge to react but maybe as long as it is not offensive but just stupid I shall probably ignore it.
Thanks :)
Fortnuately I have not encountered any hate speech in game - probably because I just mostly click the Stonewall talk tab and don't look elswhere ;)
It's hard to ignore those comments when they come from a person I know. And I am very impulsive, you know, the Leonard McCoy type :D I feel the urge to react but maybe as long as it is not offensive but just stupid I shall probably ignore it.
Thanks :)
Ereiid
Odyssey Uniform?
I mean - if you were even looking at the Odyssey Uniforms from the Fleet store, let's face it, it's likely you had Fleet Creds burning a hole in your pocket, amirite?
Especially while we were levelling up the main Starbase.
These days, Fleet Creds may be just a bit more precious - but look at the leaderboards and check amongst yourselves.
Surely you didn't blow that whole wad on Spire Tac Consoles.
Especially while we were levelling up the main Starbase.
These days, Fleet Creds may be just a bit more precious - but look at the leaderboards and check amongst yourselves.
Surely you didn't blow that whole wad on Spire Tac Consoles.
Gravity
Odyssey Uniform?
Oh free knockoff ody uniforms I am totally there.
I knew I shouldn't of paid money for that.
I knew I shouldn't of paid money for that.
Sovak
Ereiid
Odyssey Uniform?
You just have to repeat the Cryptic Party Line, "You didn't pay for the item, you paid for access before this point." Just keep repeating that to yourself till it feels better.
The way I see it, I bought the uniform when it was fresh off of Marc Jacobs' runway.
Now, the knockoff is available at Walmart.
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Disney Prince Boyband
Youtube's apparently got Disneyitis as Todrick Hall and IM5 relased a Disney Dudez 2!
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FuriousToast
WhiteOnmyoji
Marvel Heroes Online 2015
Hi,
Our standing rule when establishing a Stonewall Gaming Network on a new game is to see if there is already an established GLBT group in the game. The reason is we don't want to poach or have the appearance of trying to steal members.
I did a search for Marvel Heroes 2015 GLBT and I dug this up. So as there an existing gay guild there, we will not be establishing an official SWGN presence there.
Our standing rule when establishing a Stonewall Gaming Network on a new game is to see if there is already an established GLBT group in the game. The reason is we don't want to poach or have the appearance of trying to steal members.
I did a search for Marvel Heroes 2015 GLBT and I dug this up. So as there an existing gay guild there, we will not be establishing an official SWGN presence there.
Odyssey Uniform?
So uhm... this is on Tribble Patch notes today...
The Odyssey Uniform is now a standard uniform all Federation captains freely have access to.
give me a moment so I can put in ear plugs before you rage...
You just have to repeat the Cryptic Party Line, "You didn't pay for the item, you paid for access before this point." Just keep repeating that to yourself till it feels better.
WhiteOnmyoji
Odyssey Uniform?
So uhm... this is on Tribble Patch notes today...
The Odyssey Uniform is now a standard uniform all Federation captains freely have access to.
give me a moment so I can put in ear plugs before you rage...
The Odyssey Uniform is now a standard uniform all Federation captains freely have access to.
give me a moment so I can put in ear plugs before you rage...
Sovak
Ereiid
Crafting Revamp!
I mean, as the system currently stands - it doesn't make sense to grind max skill on a bunch of alts.
I think I have 2/6 L50s.
And it sorta makes sense. I have one bankalt that I play only rarely, who's great for dumping a ton of crafting mats into his bank. And really, the only significant plus to crafting right now, as I see it, is keeping alts well-stocked for consoles during the levelling process.
But I'm not yet entirely clear whether the new buff incentives really changeup whether I'd want to try and grind the system on more than one toon.
I think I have 2/6 L50s.
And it sorta makes sense. I have one bankalt that I play only rarely, who's great for dumping a ton of crafting mats into his bank. And really, the only significant plus to crafting right now, as I see it, is keeping alts well-stocked for consoles during the levelling process.
But I'm not yet entirely clear whether the new buff incentives really changeup whether I'd want to try and grind the system on more than one toon.
Kasandaro
Crafting Revamp!
Your reply still screams dil sink to me, both special components and doffs.
Given they've got to make their money somewhere, and one of the major zen conversions seems to be dilithium? It probably will remain that way.
Ereiid
Crafting Revamp!
I suppose it might be advantageous to wait, then, before grinding the system.
If I had to prognosticate (purely conjectural, mind you), Cryptic'll err on the conservative side, and overcharge at first - potentially adjusting costs downward at later date, as they have with the rep systems.
If I had to prognosticate (purely conjectural, mind you), Cryptic'll err on the conservative side, and overcharge at first - potentially adjusting costs downward at later date, as they have with the rep systems.
