Arena of Sompek Stonewall Challenge!
Wow, awesome run, @nivagni!!
Voleron
nivagni
Arena of Sompek Stonewall Challenge!
I know this is finished, but it was a great fight so had to share... LVL 36
calx
Stonewall Yourovision 2018
Love all the quotes and eastereggs, Ted! I see we have a real fan at work there! Looking so much forward to that event!
ikr! squeeeeeeeee
TLara
If Stonewall was a country in the ESC...
What if Stonewall was a country (voting in the Eurovision Song Contest)?
Lets find out! In this thread you can nominate your favorite act of the ESC 2018! What is your winner? Do you have an act you find worthy for the last place? Which participants won't make it through the Semi Finals? How would you distribute your points?
Please tell us. If you were a jury in the ESC, to whom would you give your points? There are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 and 12 points to distribute. Also, if you like, tell us which of the Semi Finalists you want to see in the Grand Final! Be sure to use the hashtag #yourovision in your post to get a small participation gift (STO ingame item). Leeeeet's do this!
For all other events involved please look here: Stonewall Yourovision 2018.
TLara
Yourovision 2018 Fashion Contest
Welcome to the Stonewall Yourovision 2018 Fashion Contest!
The Rules
To celebrate the colorful costumes of the Eurovision Song Contest we will do four different fashion contests. The categories are:
- Timeless Trash
- Look-alike Group
- Look-alike Solo
- Glamorous Glitter
You can use every option that the STO tailor offers which you can wear at the chosen location. Also, feel free to enhance your performance with emotes or special effects. As in the real Eurovision show, there are no pets allowed. For detailed informations about the categories please look below.
The Voting
Please note that in this fashion contest there will be a new procedure to determine the winners. It will not be the same procedure as every year, no, for the Yourovision Event we made up a voting system in tribute to the original EBU voting system!
If you participate in a category of the contest you will also be a member of the jury for this category. You have 8, 10 and 12 points to distribute for your 3rd, 2nd and 1st place. You are not allowed to vote for yourself. The voting points will be collected by a neutral observer of the contest and then summarized together. The results will be posted here later.
The Prizes
In every category we will give out the following prizes:
First place:
2 Stonewall Credits, 1 lockbox key, and a costume item!
Second place:
1 Stonewall Credit, 1 lockbox key.
Third place:
1 Stonewall Credit.
Stonewall Credits are redeemable at the Stonewall Credit Store for in-game and out of game prizes.
The Categories
"You can break the rules of fashion and your chance to win shall grow..."
Petra Mede, Interval Act 2016
The totally trashy trends of the ESC are famous all over the world. When trying to gain attention and make the performers look memorable, fashion designers have gone to unexpected distances and produced many fascinating blossoms of tastelessness. Show us either a look-alike of a really trashy costume or your very own vision of what a trashy ESC costume could look like on your STO toon!
This contest takes place in the bar of Nimbus III so you will be able to wear off-duty, formal and uniform costumes.
"And we're all gonna shine a light together..."
Katrina & the Waves, Winning Song 1997
Many contestants do not enter the stage alone – a lot of entries feature a group of artists. And those usually wear matching outfits. We want to honor this eurovision tradition of group costumes. Therefore, this category requires you to design a complete eurovision group by using not only your captains toon but also the members of the away team!
Can you make your captain and away team members look like a real group from the Eurovision history? Please be ready to name the artists name, their song, the year and the country they represented. You don't have to use all four members but at least one designed Boff is required.
Or, would you rather show us your personal vision of an ESC group costume design? That's okay too. We are curious to see your designed teams in the Nimbus III desert.
"I will be popular, I will be popular, I'm gonna be so popular..."
Eric Saade, Third Place 2011
When a country sends one person alone to the big eurovision stage, you can be sure a lot of people put a lot of thought into what this one person is supposed to look like on stage.
In this category you are asked to make your toon look just like a real ESC contestant that represented a participating country in at least one year. Only versions of people who made it to a semifinal will be accepted, but you cannot take part with a look-alike of somebody who only took part in a national final. As this still leaves us with hundreds of possibilities, please be prepared to name the artists name, the song, the year and the country they represented.
This contest will take place in Club 47 on ESD, so you can wear off-duty, uniform, formal and club outfits.
"Beauty never lies, never hides, never gives a damn!"
Bojana Stamenov, Tenth Place 2015
Every costume in the ESC is unique and, most of the times, a piece of art in itself. So now is your chance to channel your inner diva and show off to your fleethearts the most glamorous look you can create with your STO toon! You are not required to copy an existing costume. Feel free to let your fantasy make some wild dances and show us a miracle of fashion and what you can do with the tailor! We wanna see grandiose gowns and amazing outfits! Give us glitter and glam and leeeeet's do this!
This part of the contest will also take place in Club 47 on ESD, so you can use all tailor options from off-duty, uniform, formal and clubwear.
Have fun designing your costumes and enjoy the Eurovision Song Contest while you wait for (y)our #yourovision.
For all other events involved please look here: Stonewall Yourovision 2018.
Eurrsk
Writing Contest: Tales out of Time
Dude, Where’s My Sehlat?
written by Eurrsk Ruk
“Science Officer’s Log: Stardate 95343.895… I’ll just easily put it as May 6, 2418. Just got home to Vulcan after our month-long journey through the Arucanis Arm, a deep space exploration mission assigned by Admiral Grall, onboard the V.S.S T’Gren, a Vulcan D’kyr class science vessel named after my great grandfather. The ship is still undergoing repairs after its last encounter with a hostile alien living within the nebula. Progress is looking good so far. The crew is performing admirably, patching up all the damage done to the hull and engine. Plus, they deserved a little time for rest and relaxation, including myself.
For the time being, my young nephew has given me a non-Starfleet-related assignment, to take care of his pet Sehlat named Mup, while he goes to a school field-trip for the day to study hydrocarbon-based organisms on a moon of Saturn in the Sol System. While my ship is in repair, I promised to take good care of—WHAT THE!“
Music Queue:
“MMMMMMRRMRAGGHMMLLMRRGHHRMRRGMRRRR!!!” A loud wailing noise along with ruffling is heard from underneath Eurrsk’s desk. Suddenly, a sehlat’s nose boops out sniffing from underneath the table where he was sitting at, and a large fuzzy animal jumps onto Eurrsk’s lap.
"Wha—Hey! OOF—Watch it, Mup! In in the middle something!” Eurrsk’s exclaims to the furry visitor from below. The sehlat quiets down making weird noises and purrs, curling up onto his lap. Mup’s heavy weight forces Eurrsk to re-adjust his sitting and realizes any attempt in removing the animal is futile. Eurrsk finally sighs, “Okay! Fine you can sit here—”
“Mrrroww?” Mup interrupts excitedly with eyes wide open looking up towards him.
“Yes… You can sit here, but quietly,” Eurrsk’s clarifies in a whisper, unsure if the sehlat would comprehend, “Do you understand? Quietly, Mup,” The sehlat continues staring at Eurrsk with its big eyes, and responds with a tail wiggle. “Good,” Eurrsk says, patting the big purring fuzz-ball on his lap.
DING-DONG!!
The doorbell rings, surprising the two of them. Mup suddenly leaps out of Eurrsk’s lap, knocking his PADD and cup of tea off the table. The force also pushes Eurrsk backwards and the table flips over. The sehlat sprawls towards the door. “MUP!!!” Eurrsk yells loudly, trying to recover. He gets up to chase Mup to the door.
DING-DONG
“Hello! Anyone there?” asks a voice from the other side of the door.
“Yes, who is it?” Eurrsk calls out, finally catching up to Mup, holding on to the excited sehlat’s collar. He presses a button to open the door.
PSHHHHDH! The door swings open, revealing a hot-burly package delivery service man.
“Hi, I am just here to deliver a hard-cover copy original of the Tales Out of TIME Magazine: Gay Space Biker Bears of Orion (Gold Edition) recently ordered to by-the-name of uhh—,” the man tries to pronounce Eurrsk’s name reading through his PADD, “umm—a… Eee-yoo-arrssky Rock?”
“Close enough, but thank you!” Eurrsk smiles at him blushing in embarrassment while holding a squirming, wiggling sehlat in his arms. The man chuckles at them.
“Cool bro! Just need your signature on here,” the man offers the PADD, “Cute sehlat by the way,” he winks at Eurrsk, making Eurrsk melt on the inside, ogling at the delicious man in front of him.
“Oh—umm yeah,” Eurrsk tries to reach for PADD, but Mup keeps squirming.
“Here, I can hold onto him while you write,” the two of them exchange. The man picks up Mup.
“Mrrroww?” Mup meows, staring at the burly man with big eyes. Mup licks his handsome, bearded face.
“Who’s a cute little sehlat?” the man nuzzles Mup’s wet nose, “Yes you are! You little cutie.”
“Hehe, I think he likes you,” Eurrsk laughs, finishing his signature, and offers the PADD back.
“MMMRR!” Mup bites on the PADD, grabbing it, and scrambles out the man’s grasp.
“—OOF!” The man falls back. Mup lands on the ground and starts skittering down the road.
“Mup!” Eurrsk yells, “I’m so sorry!” He helps the man up, “I’ll get your PADD back!” He pursues Mup down the street. Mup runs quickly past a group of Vulcans meditating, knocking down a monk.
GONG! The monk bumps his head on the ceremonial gong, echoes ringing throughout the entire municipal. Eurrsk runs past them apologizing as he continues chasing the fugitive sehlat on foot for several blocks.
“MROW!?” Mup suddenly stops and drops the PADD on the ground, smelling the delicious food of a nearby market. “MRR!” he mews excitedly, taking a new route between buildings, following the scent.
“Wait! Where are you going?” Eurrsk yells from behind, catching up. He quickly picks up the PADD off the ground and continues following Mup. Mup enters the market and is overwhelmed by the smell of food. He hops on one of the vendors and starts to nibble on some Jumja Sticks.
“Hey! No animals allowed!” A Ferengi chef, who owns the vendor, yells at Mup, “Unless you’re paying of course!” Eurrsk finally reaches the market and spots the sehlat devouring the helpess Jumja Sticks. The Ferengi starts waving a spatula at Mup, “Shoo! Scram you big over-bloated rat!” Eurrsk runs towards the sehlat to stop him.
“Mrow!” The unknown flailing armament startles Mup, and he skitters down the line of vendor tables and counters, knocking containers, jewelry, and various assortments of food off them. The commotion creates a panic, and people start yelling and screaming within the market community.
“Oh no! Not my Aldebaran whiskey!”
“Stop! You’re messing up my whale nuggets!”
“What the—not in front of my salad!”
“My plomeek soup is ruined!”
“Security!”
“Kurland here!”
“I didn’t ask for this!”
“Someone get that sehlat!”
An angry mob of market goers forms up and chases the sehlat. Mup takes another turn and darts through a busy street leading into the entrance of the spaceport where the V.S.S. T’gren is undergoing repairs. Eurrsk runs pass the angry mob before they could reach Mup. He spots Mup bypassing the spaceport security customs, and he cuts through a line of passengers entering the terminal.
The sehlat enters a huge hangar room and bumps into a big, hairy Orion biker, knocking him backwards onto his own parked hover-bike, creating a domino effect of toppling hover-bikes parked in an adjacent line. Hangar guards, bikers, and passengers start panicking. The chaos is loud and startles the sehlat, so he scrams onto a platform where the T’Gren’s repair crew is. Eurrsk pursues Mup, outrunning the angry mob getting bigger with added bikers and security running behind in anger. Mup darts toward an annoying high-pitch humming noise coming from one of the micro-spanners of the work crew.
“Hey, Eurrsk! How’s it going? What’s all that commotion over there?” one of the repair crew members calls out to him. He notices Mup running towards him, “What the—How’d you get in here?” Mup leaps, stealing the humming micro-spanner from his hand and starts gnawing on it. “Hey! That’s not a chew toy! Let go!” The repair-man tries to yank it out of the sehlat’s teeth, but he loses his grip suddenly and falls back onto Eurrsk running up the platform.
“Woahh Watch it!” Eurrsk yelps, trying to catch the repair guy’s fall, but collapses with him by the sudden impact. Mup sprawls off the platform, knocking off shipping containers, and skitters through the hangar’s back exit into another busy street through the city’s downtown district. Vehicles and pedestrians can be heard outside swerving, crashing, and scrambling all over to avoid the crazy sehlat.
“Eurrsk, what did you get yourself into?” the crew member asks, helping Eurrsk onto his feet.
“Uhh—I can’t talk right now! There’s an angry mob following me and I have to get that sehlat!” Eurrsk leaps off the platform to follow Mup’s trail of destruction, “See if you can distract them, and I’ll get your micro-spanner back!”
“God damn it, Eurrsk! You better!” he yells back at Eurrsk, who is now already exiting the building.
Back at the sehlat, Mup stops at a busy sidewalk. He hears a cheering crowd accompanied with music coming from a nearby amphitheater, “Mrow?“ He drops the humming micro-spanner on the ground, curiously follows the music, and sneaks into the open venue.
Eurrsk frantically searches through the busy street of stopped vehicles and panicked pedestrians for any signs of Mup. He stops to think, but then hears the familiar humming of the dropped micro-spanner coming from the entrance of the amphitheater nearby. He follows the sound, picks up the tool, and enters the premise. Inside, he sees a crowded venue of Vulcans with a leveled stage up front filled with speakers and hosts. They seem to be spouting out Anti-Reunificationist rhetoric.
A small, old Vulcan wearing a fake blond-haired bowlcut wig stands at the central podium on stage to address the large Anti-Reunificationist rally. Waving his small hands around with charismatic gestures, the speaker yells, “We will make Vulcan great again! First, by removing oppressive pro-Romulan and anti-Vulcan ideals! We will build a giant outer defense perimeter around the shattered borders of Romulas! We will stop the Orion drug dealers from getting into our precious Federati—OOF!!”
Suddenly, the charismatic speaker is knocked off his feet, as a blurry fuzzball attacks him from below. It was Mup! “Mrraaww!” The sehlat yanks on the Vulcan’s wig, tears it off, and chews on it like a toy. The on-looking Anti-Reunificationist crowd screams in horror and starts to run in panic and anger. Amongst the mob, Eurrsk pushes through the overcrowded chaos, as Pro-Reunificationists starts to march into the amphitheatre, cheering at the incapacitated leader, along with yelling in protest against the Anti-Reunificationists. The angry mob that followed Eurrsk earlier from the spaceport and market, finds their way in the venue and starts yelling at the sehlat in anger. Special Ops Security Forces from all over the city breaks into the overcrowded amphitheatre. The whole scene turns chaotic and wild. Security jumps on stage and aims their phaser rifles at the sehlat still ravaging what was left of the Vulcan’s wig.
“Hostile target is dangerous,” said one of the officers, “Set phasers to—“
“WAIT! STOP!” Eurrsk yells, jumping in between the fire-arms of law enforcement and Mup.
“Halt!” the officers lowered their guns, “What is the meaning of this?”
“Don’t shoot him!” Eurrsk catches his breath as he tries to calm the sehlat, “He’s just scared.”
“Scared? He’s been wreaking havoc all over Vulcan!” yells a member from the crowd. Others join in with the yelling, spouting out negative angry remarks towards the troublesome sehlat.
“He deserves to be put down!” another yells.
“Are you the owner? You should be locked up too!”
“Lock him up! Put that sehlat in a cage!”
“My whale nugget business is destroyed because of you!”
The crowd continues with their individual complaints. Little did they know however, that something else much more sinister and terrifying is stirring inside the amphitheater. Mup’s attention switches to the fallen, bald Vulcan on stage whom was speaking to the crowd earlier. The wig-less speaker starts moaning in an unfamiliar language. His limbs and arms begin to elongate, his face starts to de-morph, and his entire body stretches outward. The crowd is too focused on Eurrsk and Mup to even notice…
“That rat of yours messed up my bikes, dude!” yells the hot Orion biker bear from the crowd.
“You destroyed my pottery collection!”
“Hey, can I have my micro-spanner back?”
Mup notices the morphing figure on stage, and starts to tug at Eurrsk, “MRRR”.
“Hey, it’s okay buddy, I won’t let them hurt you,” Eurrsk assures to Mup.
Mup disregards his assurance as he tries to get his attention towards the strange creature morphing on the stage, “MMMRRRRGHH!!!”
“What the-“ Eurrsk’s mouth opens in awestruck as he sees the creature’s true form unfold. A scream is heard from the crowd. Eurrsk pulls Mup back from the strange creature that now stands upon them. The rest of the crowd now starts to panic as they realize the charismatic speaker from before was only a disguise, revealing a tri-pedal creature known as Species 8472.
“What is that thing?!”
“It’s—It’s—It’s an Undine!!!!”
“Somebody shoot it!”
In response, the Special Ops Security Forces still standing on stage divert their aim towards the towering Undine creature now roaring at the crowd. “Species 8472 identified. Fire!” Phasers start lighting up the stage as they hit the Undine. Its thick epidermis is able to withstand their attack. The Undine charges at them, knocking Eurrsk and Mup off the stage, and rams into the security, pummeliing them down. The rest of the panicked crowd starts to evacuate the amphitheater in fear as the fight goes on. Firing, screaming, and pandemonium is heard throughout the overcrowded chaos.
“We are losing men! We need backup!”
“Keep firing! Watch out for its claws!”
“MRRRGHH!!” without warning, Mup leaps into the air and powerfully bites on the Undine’s leg, knocking the Undine off balance. The towering creature falls to the ground, wincing in pain. Mup continues gnawing angrily with his powerful jaws.
“Mup!” Eurrsk yells in terror, as he grabs a phaser from a fallen security officer and fires on the Undine. The rest of the regathering forces join in and fires at the fallen invader. Finally, the Undine screeches in pain as the weapons finally pierce through its skin. Just in time, Eurrsk jumps in and grabs Mup, pulling him away from possible friendly fire, as another security guard throws a grenade at the dying Undine. Eurrsk and Mup take cover off-stage.
KKAABOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The grenade detonates, exploding the Undine into smithereens. The whole place is covered in a gooey mess. The security forces sigh and cheer in relief. The remaining crowd still evacuating turns to see the team’s victory. They all start easing back in, realizing that the room is finally clear of danger. Everyone looks to the sehlat in surprise.
“That sehlat saved us!” The crowd suddenly starts cheering in victorious roar for Mup.
“Thank you, little sehlat! We owe you our lives!”
“Mrow?” Mup looks at Eurrsk in confusion.
“They’re cheering for you, buddy. You helped saved them!” Eurrsk smiles at Mup, holding him in his arms. He lifts Mup up on the stage, holding him in the air amongst the crowd, like Simba from The Lion King.
The crowd cheers in greater volume at the heroic sehlat. A security guard walks up to Eurrsk and Mup, and pets mup on his fuzzy head, “Thank you, little pup. You saved many Vulcans today. May you live long and prosper!”
Amongst the cheering crowd, a young adult humanoid runs into the amphitheater, panting out-of-breath from running. It is Eurrsk's nephew. He recovers himself and begins his search through the crowd. “Been hearing what’s been going on in the news. Figured I’d find him here!” he says to a random crowd member. He continues to yell, “Dude! Where’s my sehlat!?”
#WritingContest #talesoutoftime
Niko
Writing Contest: Tales out of Time
Captain M'Rinn shares a little of her past.
Space was filled with old star bases, defunct in current times they draw in the lost and searching or the forgotten and unwanted denizens of the galaxy. The boarder between the superpowers of the Galaxy host most of these old structures, some reclaimed after their abandonment or bought from the governments that once hosted them. Nestled into broken remains of a moon that once sported a thriving dilithium mine, Hellcat station rest. Once a federation starbase that served as both listening post, trade headquarters and, mining operations hub for the the star system. In her prime she glistened with her Federation colours and support craft floating in orbit of a Demon Class planetoid below. In the current time her hull was the colour of old limes, marked with Orion writing.
Light traffic moved about the stations perimeter, a mix of freighters and small personal craft. With a light sprinkling of starships that could be classified as cruisers or frigates, among the larger ships one stood out her dark hull lingering above the station. Sitting within the stations large drinking and entertainment establishment a nervous Ferangi sat rubbing his hands, his head twitching back and forth in quick jerks giving off the sense he was afraid. It was a little time before a furred hand came down roughly on the fidgeting Ferangi's shoulder, followed by a tall lean body swinging into the seating booth to face him. His eyes started and rounder for it looked questionably over the felinenoid now facing him. Her eyes held a weight to them and her breath sung of the volume of Romulan ale she had consumed. His nose wrinkling, and causing a shudder to roll threw his smaller body but an odd light started to sparkle in his eyes seeing her state of being.
“Hmmmmrrrrrrrr You must be Grunk, provayour of fine ships, fine drink... FINER Wrrreapo... wrrrreapons. Just the soft earrrrred fiend I was looking for.” The feline female across from Grunk purring and slurring her speech as the hand that had been resting on his should glided down the rim of one large ear.
The Ferangi taken off guard suddenly shifted but did not pull away from the caressing hand, his body spoke a new volume of confidence as his shrill voice started in on business. Pulling from next to him a small stack of data pads laying them out quickly and neatly each showing displays of the same ship.
“Captain, well prospecting Captain M'rinn I believe. I have the merchandise and the ship you inquired about purchasing from me. Now all contracts of course are final and the ship of course is in wonderful condition you should have no...”
His voice faultered with a single claw tip running along the edge of his ear before looking up to meet lethal eyes holding him in steady focus. His mind racing to figure out if he was suddenly prey for her.
“I...I assure you the ship is in perfect working and even battle worthy condition... at at...” his throat feeling dry suddenly with the next words leaving past quivering lips. “At no extra cost of course...” The feline across from him quirked one eyebrow before a lazy smile spread over her lips. Her voice almost purring with reply. “Well that is most kind of you. Now the payment we agreed upon.”
From her side the feline woman hoisted one large case dropping before Grunk a finger tapping over a small display before the hissing of its air seals released popping the lips open an inch. Grunk carefully leaned in opening enough to peer in, his eyes aflame with sudden greed. Looking up his mouth move faster than his mind would want it too.
“You are fine with the amount... no haggling or hmm anything.” The words were out and his lips shut quickly as he started to berate himself internally. The feline female across from him simply shook her head before motioning for a few drinks.
Moments passed before a pale green skinned woman approached setting down a few drinks before turning on heel her skirt mostly ripped showing more than was ever modest, flared. The motion captured Grunks eyes and held them with his free hand idly moving towards one drink to take it for himself.
The Caitian woman smiled placing a few gold slips upon the waitresses tray “Keep the drinks coming for a bit okay beautiful.” She eyed the gold before nodded and left the two at the table. “Be weary of that one, she is tricky and a little sticky with her fingers.” The feline female downed her first drink, then the second once it arrived. In short order the table was littered with empty glasses and Grunks head laid in the felines lap her face looking distant. His mouth worked sluggishly before getting out a thought. “So miss captain what is your story... why such a risky ship?” The ferangi's voice slurred many of the words and his hands idly moved with his speech. Looking down at him with a sad smile before letting a slow sigh leave her furred lips.
“My story, okay why not. Its been a long time since I really spoke about it. I was in Star Fleet not so many years ago now. Captain of a heavy cruiser, veteran of war... conflict survived death more times than I guess I should have.” Her voice trailed for a moment into the fog of memory with Grunk stiffening against his host. The caitians clawed hand came down and rested on his chest. “Take the time and listen to the story fully before running away.” He shifted uncomfortably against her.
“I was at first an officer in my peoples defence force, I spent most my days doing maintenance on fighters and small reckon ships assigned to a carrier group. Then we joined the Federation, and many of our officers where reassigned to Star Fleet.” Her voice dipped almost hissing the name Star Fleet. “I was one of the lucky ones, new ships new technology to learn and take apart; to rebuild and improve. I was optimistic, though by human standards I was young and for my age they wanted me and many others to proceed threw the academy first. Oh I wont bore you with those years, I left the academy though as a Lieutenant senior grade with my first posting aboard a Pioneer class starship. My tour there was only for a year, learning the ropes and working with the Star Fleet core of engineers. That little ship got around repairing star bases and picking up stranded ships. The chief engineer and I were transferred to a Ranger class starship together.”
The caitians face showed a little bit of light for a moment before her slurred purring voice continued the tale. “I built Rufus while aboard that ship, he was a good assistant. A little defence droid that carried many of my tools, least those that I didn't carry in the many pouches I had on me. I served there for a full tour, till War with the Klingons broke out. I spent a lot of time doing repairs and working threw hell in the lower decks and the shuttle bay. Our captain took advantage of my knowledge of small craft combat, having me convert half our shuttles to point defence craft. I was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and given charge over the flight deck. Lost my red uniform with that promotion. The gold didn't agree with me at all. I never wanted to be in a place of command but that was my lot it seemed to be thrown into it. For most of the war I commanded the flight deck of a makeshift light carrier till we finally managed to limp back to a star base to effect repairs. Our captains report gave command ideas and I was soon transferred off the ship to Star Fleet ship development. The Admiralty had a few ships in the works to combat the Klingons, one was a deeply classified. On paper she was a deep space exploration ship, her proper class was Dreadnought. With a small team we worked on the first four ships of her class, adjusting them into light carriers to compliment their heavy firepower.”
Grunk looked up at her confused, the class of ships she talked about where old. Least to his knowledge of federation vessels. He lifted one hand about to speak when her voice cut him off. “Four ships of the Atlas class, I had hoped that helping build and refine these ships in secret I could go back to being a normal officer, tinkering my way threw a ship. I even started to understand the humans wanderlust and drive to explore everything around them. Its sad I fell into that Federation and star fleet ideology. I wanted those days back and for this war to be over, I didn't get that luck. For my work in helping build these ships of War I was punished with being promoted to Captain and given command of one of the four. The USS Yggdrasil NX-1411, off the record though. On the Record I was given command of the Ranger class starship Locksley; touted also as the first Caitian to earn her command of a Federation Starship. The newnets ate it up, inspired pride among my people with a surge of recruitment. I hated it, hated everything about it, the lie of it all. I wasn't given command because I was a good leader, or really earned my way up the ranks; but because I was there, I knew fighter tactics and how these ships where meant to work.” Grunk swallowed hearing the venom in her voice, the slits of the Caitians eyes narrowing to daggers recalling her past. He hazard to move but still her hand held him firmly in place.
“We launched those warships into cold space, for a year I commanded battlefields in secret. Wrote up false death reports of the pilots who died under my command. Buried in the stars a crew I came to care about and love. I hated battle and I hated what I had become, I was a Captain, a warrior who showed little compassion to my foes. My weapons crushed Klingon ships under their assault, and the names of our dead where carved into the keel of the ship. I lost them all though, remember as dying heroicly defending an unstable wormhole from a Klingon assault group. Star fleet intel showed this unstable wormhole to be opening up randomly throughout Federation space. With timing and patience the Klingons could drop an entire fleet on a target without warning. We made it there first releasing the science vessel that had discovered it. Our orders hold the wormhole till a support force could arrive.” The caitian captain took a long slow drink pausing her story, a sadness enveloping her. Grunk felt the heated tears falling from her furred cheeks hitting his face. Though at this moment he was not sure if she was rambling a drunken tale or telling him the truth. Ether way he feared moving and upsetting her more.
Her voice hit an icy tone reaching into the next part of her tale, “I had ordered all fighter shuttles arrayed behind me in a picket line. Our ship turned to offer up the most points of weapon fire towards any approaching ship. The Klingons came at us hard, smaller craft where swatted aside. Light cruisers stuttered under broadside attacks till we had to turn and move to fire. Several of their ships lay crippled at my hands, I gave the order for the assault shuttles to fire upon them till they where dust. Their heavy ships gave us a bigger fight, it wasn't a long engagement. My fighters dropped slowly ether shot down or ramming themselves into the Klingon ships when their weapons gave out. Our aft weapons where shot to pieces, the engines might as well have been blown off their struts. I ordered the ship to reverse back into the opening of the wormhole; from the outset of the battle I understood we wouldn't be coming back from this. The last of our torpedoes ripped one of the heavy cruisers apart. Her companion ships just sailed threw the wreckage firing still. Shields buckled, fire was raging threw the decks. The ships com system stayed open and I could hear my friends dying... burning and crying.” Grunk found her strength gone and moved sitting up looking at the Captains face, her eyes where distant and wild. With her body shaking with the memories. He understood at that moment she was not with him but there on that ships bridge as it burned. Her voice was soft without soul for a moment.
“Burning, I turned in my chair seeing the bridge aflame and my crew littered around me. My first officer was hunched over the conn, his face just a mask of blood and burnt flesh. It was slow as I moved to the engineering station. The core was breaching, the ship my ship only had a minute before she would be gone. The explosion of her core would destroy the wormhole, leaving the Klingons with a hallow victory at least. Franklin turned sharply at me, I didn't see his hand but I saw the blue streak of light stretching out from it hitting me. I fell against the deck dazed, I was able to come too fully almost a minute later when the shaking of my ships demise jarred me. I was in an escape pod, the one just off the bridge. The bastard had saved me, stopped me from dying with my crew my ship. I saw out the port hole, that the wormhole was gone. The Klingons where gone, it wasn't right though cause there should have been debris, yet none. It was a few days on rations and a phaser in my hand before I was rescued. I didn't notice the motion of the pod or the hiss of its seal breaking. I remembered the face of a woman and her hand resting over mine pushing it and the phaser down gently. Her voice telling me it was okay, that everything was okay. It was another lie. That wormhole died alright but it launched me forward in time to just about ten years ago now, its last breath saved me, my xo saved me... I didn't deserve it.”
She had come back, and her hand moved wiping tears away, Grunk shifted uncomfortably looking the caitian over, his drunken face having sobered with the story. “The future... what Klingon war was that?” The Caitian stood taking up the datapads and her bags along with one more glass. “The first Federation Klingon War of course. Well Grunk thanks for the drinks.” She smirked at the Ferangi turning to walk away leaving him stunned in silence for a moment thinking over what she said as the waitress approached the table once more. Looking over her shoulder calling back to him, “If we meet again I might finish the story for you of how I got my second command.” These words were accompanied with a somber smile before the Caitian Captain melted into the crowd leaving Grunk there with a table of empty glasses and the tab.
Space was filled with old star bases, defunct in current times they draw in the lost and searching or the forgotten and unwanted denizens of the galaxy. The boarder between the superpowers of the Galaxy host most of these old structures, some reclaimed after their abandonment or bought from the governments that once hosted them. Nestled into broken remains of a moon that once sported a thriving dilithium mine, Hellcat station rest. Once a federation starbase that served as both listening post, trade headquarters and, mining operations hub for the the star system. In her prime she glistened with her Federation colours and support craft floating in orbit of a Demon Class planetoid below. In the current time her hull was the colour of old limes, marked with Orion writing.
Light traffic moved about the stations perimeter, a mix of freighters and small personal craft. With a light sprinkling of starships that could be classified as cruisers or frigates, among the larger ships one stood out her dark hull lingering above the station. Sitting within the stations large drinking and entertainment establishment a nervous Ferangi sat rubbing his hands, his head twitching back and forth in quick jerks giving off the sense he was afraid. It was a little time before a furred hand came down roughly on the fidgeting Ferangi's shoulder, followed by a tall lean body swinging into the seating booth to face him. His eyes started and rounder for it looked questionably over the felinenoid now facing him. Her eyes held a weight to them and her breath sung of the volume of Romulan ale she had consumed. His nose wrinkling, and causing a shudder to roll threw his smaller body but an odd light started to sparkle in his eyes seeing her state of being.
“Hmmmmrrrrrrrr You must be Grunk, provayour of fine ships, fine drink... FINER Wrrreapo... wrrrreapons. Just the soft earrrrred fiend I was looking for.” The feline female across from Grunk purring and slurring her speech as the hand that had been resting on his should glided down the rim of one large ear.
The Ferangi taken off guard suddenly shifted but did not pull away from the caressing hand, his body spoke a new volume of confidence as his shrill voice started in on business. Pulling from next to him a small stack of data pads laying them out quickly and neatly each showing displays of the same ship.
“Captain, well prospecting Captain M'rinn I believe. I have the merchandise and the ship you inquired about purchasing from me. Now all contracts of course are final and the ship of course is in wonderful condition you should have no...”
His voice faultered with a single claw tip running along the edge of his ear before looking up to meet lethal eyes holding him in steady focus. His mind racing to figure out if he was suddenly prey for her.
“I...I assure you the ship is in perfect working and even battle worthy condition... at at...” his throat feeling dry suddenly with the next words leaving past quivering lips. “At no extra cost of course...” The feline across from him quirked one eyebrow before a lazy smile spread over her lips. Her voice almost purring with reply. “Well that is most kind of you. Now the payment we agreed upon.”
From her side the feline woman hoisted one large case dropping before Grunk a finger tapping over a small display before the hissing of its air seals released popping the lips open an inch. Grunk carefully leaned in opening enough to peer in, his eyes aflame with sudden greed. Looking up his mouth move faster than his mind would want it too.
“You are fine with the amount... no haggling or hmm anything.” The words were out and his lips shut quickly as he started to berate himself internally. The feline female across from him simply shook her head before motioning for a few drinks.
Moments passed before a pale green skinned woman approached setting down a few drinks before turning on heel her skirt mostly ripped showing more than was ever modest, flared. The motion captured Grunks eyes and held them with his free hand idly moving towards one drink to take it for himself.
The Caitian woman smiled placing a few gold slips upon the waitresses tray “Keep the drinks coming for a bit okay beautiful.” She eyed the gold before nodded and left the two at the table. “Be weary of that one, she is tricky and a little sticky with her fingers.” The feline female downed her first drink, then the second once it arrived. In short order the table was littered with empty glasses and Grunks head laid in the felines lap her face looking distant. His mouth worked sluggishly before getting out a thought. “So miss captain what is your story... why such a risky ship?” The ferangi's voice slurred many of the words and his hands idly moved with his speech. Looking down at him with a sad smile before letting a slow sigh leave her furred lips.
“My story, okay why not. Its been a long time since I really spoke about it. I was in Star Fleet not so many years ago now. Captain of a heavy cruiser, veteran of war... conflict survived death more times than I guess I should have.” Her voice trailed for a moment into the fog of memory with Grunk stiffening against his host. The caitians clawed hand came down and rested on his chest. “Take the time and listen to the story fully before running away.” He shifted uncomfortably against her.
“I was at first an officer in my peoples defence force, I spent most my days doing maintenance on fighters and small reckon ships assigned to a carrier group. Then we joined the Federation, and many of our officers where reassigned to Star Fleet.” Her voice dipped almost hissing the name Star Fleet. “I was one of the lucky ones, new ships new technology to learn and take apart; to rebuild and improve. I was optimistic, though by human standards I was young and for my age they wanted me and many others to proceed threw the academy first. Oh I wont bore you with those years, I left the academy though as a Lieutenant senior grade with my first posting aboard a Pioneer class starship. My tour there was only for a year, learning the ropes and working with the Star Fleet core of engineers. That little ship got around repairing star bases and picking up stranded ships. The chief engineer and I were transferred to a Ranger class starship together.”
The caitians face showed a little bit of light for a moment before her slurred purring voice continued the tale. “I built Rufus while aboard that ship, he was a good assistant. A little defence droid that carried many of my tools, least those that I didn't carry in the many pouches I had on me. I served there for a full tour, till War with the Klingons broke out. I spent a lot of time doing repairs and working threw hell in the lower decks and the shuttle bay. Our captain took advantage of my knowledge of small craft combat, having me convert half our shuttles to point defence craft. I was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and given charge over the flight deck. Lost my red uniform with that promotion. The gold didn't agree with me at all. I never wanted to be in a place of command but that was my lot it seemed to be thrown into it. For most of the war I commanded the flight deck of a makeshift light carrier till we finally managed to limp back to a star base to effect repairs. Our captains report gave command ideas and I was soon transferred off the ship to Star Fleet ship development. The Admiralty had a few ships in the works to combat the Klingons, one was a deeply classified. On paper she was a deep space exploration ship, her proper class was Dreadnought. With a small team we worked on the first four ships of her class, adjusting them into light carriers to compliment their heavy firepower.”
Grunk looked up at her confused, the class of ships she talked about where old. Least to his knowledge of federation vessels. He lifted one hand about to speak when her voice cut him off. “Four ships of the Atlas class, I had hoped that helping build and refine these ships in secret I could go back to being a normal officer, tinkering my way threw a ship. I even started to understand the humans wanderlust and drive to explore everything around them. Its sad I fell into that Federation and star fleet ideology. I wanted those days back and for this war to be over, I didn't get that luck. For my work in helping build these ships of War I was punished with being promoted to Captain and given command of one of the four. The USS Yggdrasil NX-1411, off the record though. On the Record I was given command of the Ranger class starship Locksley; touted also as the first Caitian to earn her command of a Federation Starship. The newnets ate it up, inspired pride among my people with a surge of recruitment. I hated it, hated everything about it, the lie of it all. I wasn't given command because I was a good leader, or really earned my way up the ranks; but because I was there, I knew fighter tactics and how these ships where meant to work.” Grunk swallowed hearing the venom in her voice, the slits of the Caitians eyes narrowing to daggers recalling her past. He hazard to move but still her hand held him firmly in place.
“We launched those warships into cold space, for a year I commanded battlefields in secret. Wrote up false death reports of the pilots who died under my command. Buried in the stars a crew I came to care about and love. I hated battle and I hated what I had become, I was a Captain, a warrior who showed little compassion to my foes. My weapons crushed Klingon ships under their assault, and the names of our dead where carved into the keel of the ship. I lost them all though, remember as dying heroicly defending an unstable wormhole from a Klingon assault group. Star fleet intel showed this unstable wormhole to be opening up randomly throughout Federation space. With timing and patience the Klingons could drop an entire fleet on a target without warning. We made it there first releasing the science vessel that had discovered it. Our orders hold the wormhole till a support force could arrive.” The caitian captain took a long slow drink pausing her story, a sadness enveloping her. Grunk felt the heated tears falling from her furred cheeks hitting his face. Though at this moment he was not sure if she was rambling a drunken tale or telling him the truth. Ether way he feared moving and upsetting her more.
Her voice hit an icy tone reaching into the next part of her tale, “I had ordered all fighter shuttles arrayed behind me in a picket line. Our ship turned to offer up the most points of weapon fire towards any approaching ship. The Klingons came at us hard, smaller craft where swatted aside. Light cruisers stuttered under broadside attacks till we had to turn and move to fire. Several of their ships lay crippled at my hands, I gave the order for the assault shuttles to fire upon them till they where dust. Their heavy ships gave us a bigger fight, it wasn't a long engagement. My fighters dropped slowly ether shot down or ramming themselves into the Klingon ships when their weapons gave out. Our aft weapons where shot to pieces, the engines might as well have been blown off their struts. I ordered the ship to reverse back into the opening of the wormhole; from the outset of the battle I understood we wouldn't be coming back from this. The last of our torpedoes ripped one of the heavy cruisers apart. Her companion ships just sailed threw the wreckage firing still. Shields buckled, fire was raging threw the decks. The ships com system stayed open and I could hear my friends dying... burning and crying.” Grunk found her strength gone and moved sitting up looking at the Captains face, her eyes where distant and wild. With her body shaking with the memories. He understood at that moment she was not with him but there on that ships bridge as it burned. Her voice was soft without soul for a moment.
“Burning, I turned in my chair seeing the bridge aflame and my crew littered around me. My first officer was hunched over the conn, his face just a mask of blood and burnt flesh. It was slow as I moved to the engineering station. The core was breaching, the ship my ship only had a minute before she would be gone. The explosion of her core would destroy the wormhole, leaving the Klingons with a hallow victory at least. Franklin turned sharply at me, I didn't see his hand but I saw the blue streak of light stretching out from it hitting me. I fell against the deck dazed, I was able to come too fully almost a minute later when the shaking of my ships demise jarred me. I was in an escape pod, the one just off the bridge. The bastard had saved me, stopped me from dying with my crew my ship. I saw out the port hole, that the wormhole was gone. The Klingons where gone, it wasn't right though cause there should have been debris, yet none. It was a few days on rations and a phaser in my hand before I was rescued. I didn't notice the motion of the pod or the hiss of its seal breaking. I remembered the face of a woman and her hand resting over mine pushing it and the phaser down gently. Her voice telling me it was okay, that everything was okay. It was another lie. That wormhole died alright but it launched me forward in time to just about ten years ago now, its last breath saved me, my xo saved me... I didn't deserve it.”
She had come back, and her hand moved wiping tears away, Grunk shifted uncomfortably looking the caitian over, his drunken face having sobered with the story. “The future... what Klingon war was that?” The Caitian stood taking up the datapads and her bags along with one more glass. “The first Federation Klingon War of course. Well Grunk thanks for the drinks.” She smirked at the Ferangi turning to walk away leaving him stunned in silence for a moment thinking over what she said as the waitress approached the table once more. Looking over her shoulder calling back to him, “If we meet again I might finish the story for you of how I got my second command.” These words were accompanied with a somber smile before the Caitian Captain melted into the crowd leaving Grunk there with a table of empty glasses and the tab.
Unknown Person
Annual Stonewall Fleet Spring Swing 2018
Announcing the winners of the Weekend's Spring Swing Event
All first place winners get 3 Stonewall Credits, 2nd place get 2 Stonewall Credits and 3rd place get 1 Stonewall Credits.
Lost Admiral:
1st Place: Keirix
2nd Place: IMTrick
3rd Place: Nikolunus
Grand Melee Tournament:
1st Place: Nikolunus
2nd Place: lordzandor#5872
3rd Place: Kierix
For the Spring Fashion Show, only the 1st place winners in each category get 3 Stonewall credits and there were 3 official categories and 3 "secret" categories.
Winner of the Floral Fighter Category:
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/125869
Nikolunus
Winner of the Verdant Vixen Category:
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/125896
Annisa@balduranne#6092
Winner of the Throwback From Yesterday Category:
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/125887
Annisa@balduranne#6092
The secret categories, each worth 3 stonewall credits, were each given to one of the 3 judges. Those categories were: Best Use of Color, Best Use of Effects, and Funniest Description of Outfit.
The Winner of the Best Use Of Color: Annisa@balduranne#6092 for her gorgeous golden Romulan TOS outfit.
The winner of Best Use of Effects:
Nikolunus for her use of plasma effects
The Winner of the Funniest Outfit Description was Charlie@matheusarik for their coughing fit/Space suit bit.
And last but not least, a special 2 SWC prize goes to imtrick for his Discovery Starfleet Klingon Officer and the contestants have voted him "Mister Originality!"
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/125883
Thank you everyone for coming out and participating in the 6th Annual Specatular Spring Swing and congratulations to all the winners!
All first place winners get 3 Stonewall Credits, 2nd place get 2 Stonewall Credits and 3rd place get 1 Stonewall Credits.
Lost Admiral:
1st Place: Keirix
2nd Place: IMTrick
3rd Place: Nikolunus
Grand Melee Tournament:
1st Place: Nikolunus
2nd Place: lordzandor#5872
3rd Place: Kierix
For the Spring Fashion Show, only the 1st place winners in each category get 3 Stonewall credits and there were 3 official categories and 3 "secret" categories.
Winner of the Floral Fighter Category:
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/125869
Nikolunus
Winner of the Verdant Vixen Category:
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/125896
Annisa@balduranne#6092
Winner of the Throwback From Yesterday Category:
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/125887
Annisa@balduranne#6092
The secret categories, each worth 3 stonewall credits, were each given to one of the 3 judges. Those categories were: Best Use of Color, Best Use of Effects, and Funniest Description of Outfit.
The Winner of the Best Use Of Color: Annisa@balduranne#6092 for her gorgeous golden Romulan TOS outfit.
The winner of Best Use of Effects:
Nikolunus for her use of plasma effects
The Winner of the Funniest Outfit Description was Charlie@matheusarik for their coughing fit/Space suit bit.
And last but not least, a special 2 SWC prize goes to imtrick for his Discovery Starfleet Klingon Officer and the contestants have voted him "Mister Originality!"
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/125883
Thank you everyone for coming out and participating in the 6th Annual Specatular Spring Swing and congratulations to all the winners!
GXV3
Yourovision Heavy Betting Game
Looking forward to this.. and the official Your-o-Vision event [CLICK HERE FOR DETAILS ABOUT THAT] taking place on the 11th May!!
Lets start betting!!
#yourovision
#bets
Lets start betting!!
#yourovision
#bets
TLara
Yourovision Heavy Betting Game
We will start our heavy betting on our Spring Swing Event. You can place your bets on the first, second, third and last place of the final placement of the Eurovision Song Contest 2018. For each bet the sum of 25.000 EC will be charged. There are four price-pools for each bettable place, and the total betting sum will be devided between the winners of each price-pool. The bets will be collected by Robin74, Nivag, GXV3 and TedHembach of the Fleet Resources Department.
Hint: You can place your bets from the #springswing2018 until the end of the #yourovision. Please notice, that the two Semi Finals prior to the Yourovision Event will decrease the number of participants in the ESC 2018 from 43 to 26. This means that bets placed after the Semi Finals will have increased chances to win.
Summary: The Heavy Betting Game - Explained in twelve points/douze points
- You can bet on a country and their placement in the Eurovision Song Contest 2018.
- You can place bets on the first, second and third place as well as the last place.
- You can bet on any of the participating 43 countries, but remember that only 26 of them will make it to the Grand Final.
- The sum of 25.000EC will be charged for every bet. Every bet needs to specify one country and the guessed placement.
- You are allowed to place as many bets as you wish for whoever you wish - even your own country.
- Bets can be placed by personal in-game contact (and trade) with certified fleet notaries from the Department of Fleet Resources, namely Robin74, Nivag, GXV3 and TedHembach.
- You can place your bets from the beginning of the Spring Swing Event 2018 on until the end of the Stonewall Yourovision Event on May 11th.
- The final scores from the real Eurovision Song Contest in Portugal on May 12th will determine our winners.
- The collected ec from all bets on one specific placement will be distributed between all bets who got that specific place right, meaning that there are four different pools, one for each bettable place. If there are ties in the results every correct bet is treated as winning bet.
- Should there be a placement with bets but without winners, the sum will be added to the sum of the next highest place as follows:
- Last place will be added to 3rd place
- 3rd place will be added to 2nd place
- 2nd place will be added to 1st place
- 1st place will be added to 2nd place
- In case we should end up with a big suprise and a lot of bets but no correct predictions at all, the sum of all collected EC will be donated to the Fleet Resources Department, so that they can use the EC to buy various items to restock the SWC store (proof of purchasing will be available on request).
- The winnings will be distributed during the week after the event.
These are the countries you can place bets on (strikethrough countries have not qualified and are no longer in the contest):
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If you want to listen and watch the songs in the meantime please open these links:
Good luck and may the music be with you!
audiored
Annual Stonewall Fleet Spring Swing 2018
O my.. 8am.. I'll do my best. I may not be able to join until 9am. just FYI. But can't wait!
Anyone wanting to do some KM this weekend?
Anyone wanting to do some KM this weekend?
Unknown Person
Annual Stonewall Fleet Spring Swing 2018
https://www.stonewallgaming.net/photos/100532
Compete in Glorious Battle! Show us your skills with the Bat'leth, Lirpa and most other weapons in a PvP tournament that will earn the top 3 combatants Stonewall Credits! You can use almost any melee weapon in the game with exceptions for those melee weapons like the Ferengi Energy Whip which features a ranged attack. Use of the Na'kuhl Assassin Plasma Blade, though it has a Plasma DoT effect, is permitted so make sure you trait some plasma damage resistance traits before you fight. Traits that offer healing or temporary hit points like Molt, Blissful Agony, Ironsides, Regenerative Tissue are prohibited. All kit powers and Captain abilities are also prohibited, remove all kits, shields, tribbles, gambling devices, pets, hyposprays or other healing consumables. You should not have any gear, group or specialization buffs that heal.
Race-specific traits that are melee in nature such as Ferasan Pounce and Gorn Bite are permitted however ranged Race-specific traits like Mind Drain, Borg Neural Blast and Orion Pheromones are not permitted. Any trait that reduces damage and/or boosts general or specific damage-resistance is permitted.
Compete in Glorious Battle! Show us your skills with the Bat'leth, Lirpa and most other weapons in a PvP tournament that will earn the top 3 combatants Stonewall Credits! You can use almost any melee weapon in the game with exceptions for those melee weapons like the Ferengi Energy Whip which features a ranged attack. Use of the Na'kuhl Assassin Plasma Blade, though it has a Plasma DoT effect, is permitted so make sure you trait some plasma damage resistance traits before you fight. Traits that offer healing or temporary hit points like Molt, Blissful Agony, Ironsides, Regenerative Tissue are prohibited. All kit powers and Captain abilities are also prohibited, remove all kits, shields, tribbles, gambling devices, pets, hyposprays or other healing consumables. You should not have any gear, group or specialization buffs that heal.
Race-specific traits that are melee in nature such as Ferasan Pounce and Gorn Bite are permitted however ranged Race-specific traits like Mind Drain, Borg Neural Blast and Orion Pheromones are not permitted. Any trait that reduces damage and/or boosts general or specific damage-resistance is permitted.
Unknown Person
Annual Stonewall Fleet Spring Swing 2018
The Spring Swing Fashion Show:
There will be 3 categories for this event but unlike previous Fashion shows, there will only be stonewall credits awarded for the first place in each category only. There will also be stonewall credits awarded according to 3 "secret categories" known only to the judges, these categorie each award 3 stonewall credits. As for all categories, feel free to use any abilities, items, pets and anything else that will add a visual flair to your look.
The official Categories are:
Floral Fighter:
Show us your best combat look using the bright colors of spring flowers. "I'm thinking... pastels?" (hope some people get the reference, lol.)
Verdant Vixen:
Whether your toon is male, female or neither, show is a sultry on-or-off duty look that will send even the most stoic Vulcan into Pon-Farr. Think: 50 shades of green!
And in honor of our Tales Out of Time writing competition:
Throwback from Yesterday
Show us your Captain's look from another time, whether it be TOS, Enterprise, Discovery, early TNG, DS9 or any other non-STO-specific era. Surely your Captain's engaged in a little bit of time travel in their adventures?
There will be 3 categories for this event but unlike previous Fashion shows, there will only be stonewall credits awarded for the first place in each category only. There will also be stonewall credits awarded according to 3 "secret categories" known only to the judges, these categorie each award 3 stonewall credits. As for all categories, feel free to use any abilities, items, pets and anything else that will add a visual flair to your look.
The official Categories are:
Floral Fighter:
Show us your best combat look using the bright colors of spring flowers. "I'm thinking... pastels?" (hope some people get the reference, lol.)
Verdant Vixen:
Whether your toon is male, female or neither, show is a sultry on-or-off duty look that will send even the most stoic Vulcan into Pon-Farr. Think: 50 shades of green!
And in honor of our Tales Out of Time writing competition:
Throwback from Yesterday
Show us your Captain's look from another time, whether it be TOS, Enterprise, Discovery, early TNG, DS9 or any other non-STO-specific era. Surely your Captain's engaged in a little bit of time travel in their adventures?
TLara
Annual Stonewall Fleet Spring Swing 2018
Great! We are looking forward to the #springswing2018, as we can't await the spring starting. Time for fun in the sun! We have our flower gun ready for the party, and our phasers charged for the colony sim. Good idea! Larry made a nice tutorial for the colony simulation, for all who dont know what to do there (like us, lol). Gotta get some Disco balls now! :-)
Niko
calx
Unknown Person
Annual Stonewall Fleet Spring Swing 2018
Events Schedule
Saturday 4/28
8AM PST, 11AM EST, 4pm UTC - Opening Ceremonies- Defera City Ground Zone at the Preserver Ruins.
8:30AM PST, 11:30AM EST, 4:30PM UTC - PVE queues, 20-man Colony Invasion & Starbase Defense - Private queues
10AM PST, 1PM EST, 6pm UTC - Lost Admiral Event - Deep Space Nine (Ops)
12PM PST, 3PM EST, 8pm UTC - Grand Melee Tournament - Private PvP queues
2PM PST, 5pm EST, 10PM UTC - Voleron's Livestream Trek Trivia
Sunday 4/29
9AM PST, 12pm EST, 5PM UTC - PVE Space & Ground Queues
10:30AM PST, 1:30PM EST, 6:30PM UTC - Spring Swing Fashion Show
12pm PST, 3pm EST, 8pm UTC - Closing Ceremonies/Dance Party
Saturday 4/28
8AM PST, 11AM EST, 4pm UTC - Opening Ceremonies- Defera City Ground Zone at the Preserver Ruins.
8:30AM PST, 11:30AM EST, 4:30PM UTC - PVE queues, 20-man Colony Invasion & Starbase Defense - Private queues
10AM PST, 1PM EST, 6pm UTC - Lost Admiral Event - Deep Space Nine (Ops)
12PM PST, 3PM EST, 8pm UTC - Grand Melee Tournament - Private PvP queues
2PM PST, 5pm EST, 10PM UTC - Voleron's Livestream Trek Trivia
Sunday 4/29
9AM PST, 12pm EST, 5PM UTC - PVE Space & Ground Queues
10:30AM PST, 1:30PM EST, 6:30PM UTC - Spring Swing Fashion Show
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Annual Stonewall Fleet Spring Swing 2018
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LLAP, Jolan'Tru and Qa'pla, Fleetie Darlings!
It's that time of year again. Our annual Spring Swing Event is just around the corner. Join us on Saturday 4/28 and Sunday 4/29 for a weekend of fun events with your fellow Fleeties. Stay tuned to this thread for an a detailed events schedule and descriptions of some of our events! #springswing2018
LLAP, Jolan'Tru and Qa'pla, Fleetie Darlings!
It's that time of year again. Our annual Spring Swing Event is just around the corner. Join us on Saturday 4/28 and Sunday 4/29 for a weekend of fun events with your fellow Fleeties. Stay tuned to this thread for an a detailed events schedule and descriptions of some of our events! #springswing2018
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Writing Contest: Tales out of Time
The Joining Of Life : Act II - The Time To Strike
One of the disadvantages of being in starfleet, especially being in command is the privilege of debating "what if's" in your mind, when a decision arrives it must be carried out, it would have been the right course of action at the time, there is to be no second guessing when your in command of a vessel full of crew trusting your every word.
Through all the years.. and all his Trill life hosts, Gareth was always content on the choices and orders he gave, no matter what career.
but one choice he had made had been troubling him for many years since a certain order was issued.
sleepless nights, "what if's" and "should I have's" pounded his mind as he tried to drift off to sleep in his dark quarters.
A file on a certain officer he had lost during one mission was always brought up on screen.
"Caleb Llandrax
Status: Deceased
Lost during a Voth war conflict"
a few years had past since the day of the dreaded order, two lives had been lost, sacrificed for the continuation of a fleet wide mission, Gareth went about each day since.. issuing orders of the Captain of a ship, darting about the galaxy on daring missions, but with each day, holding private meetings with himself, drawing out action plans, strategies and mission outlines.
While life continued on for the federation, contacts with new races with unique technologies that gave a new era to starfleet, the most notable of these new eras were missions involving a temporal agent named "Daniels", With these encounters Starfleet gained access to a new breed of Starship and technology.. this was the moment Gareth needed, the piece of the puzzle that was missing from his personal meetings.
The beauty of being at Fleet Admiral rank within starfleet is that you can choose your own ship to command when available, with a new line production of Temporal Science vessels, Gareth submitted a Request to high command... it was not the ship he wanted.. but some of its parts, most notably a casual anchor and Tipler cylinder consoles.. plus a few parts here and there.
It was in fact the newly Recommissioned "Crossfield class" of starship that Gareth Submitted to be a commanding Admiral of.
A highly classified starship used in the earlier part of the Federations history when experimenting with various space folding technology, known as "Spore Drives".
A few strings were pulled, favours called upon and Gareth and his crew departed there trustworthy and reliable Nebula class U.S.S. Pendragon, that had protected and seen them through many a scrape, and Boarded what was to be there new home... the Crossfield Class "U.S.S. Cerberus".
The years of regret were finally going to subside, he had the tools for his plan.. he just needed to carry it out. Gareth called a meeting of his senior staff, at the back of his mind he knew how vain this mission was, a personal mission that was unbecoming of a starfleet officer to put his own grief first, not to mention his Trill heritage and the impact it should have if the Trill homeworld find out.
With the meeting in place aboard the Cerberus, The Fleet Admiral outlined that they are to revisit an old mission, to save the lives of two starfleet officers who had sacrificed themselves during a bloody war, however this will not be a straight forward mission.. the use of the temporal technologies installed on the vessel.. and the spor drive needed precise calculations, as well as a high level of stealth.
With the crew now involved, with some eyebrows raised, Gareth and his Bridge officers set the task of calculations, vectors and mission simulations, while other officers procured the last remaining element of there mission, a Voth shuttle.
The time to Strike was now, with everything in place, all calculations set, the mission was ready, years of planning fell to this moment.
The Cerberus jumped to black alert, vibrations ran through the hull of the ship, the spore drive bounced into action, the view of dark deep spaced was suddenly changed to the bright huw of the low level atmosphere from within a Dyson sphere.
Tactical detected a federation starship some distance away, it was the U.S.S. Pendragon, it appeared for a brief moment before it warped out of range.
Science scanned for a Bajoran and Trill lifesign from within the Voth held structure below them.. they were down there.. orders were issued to lock onto the there lifesigns.
the Cerberus Shuttle bay doors opened and the Voth shuttle was tractored out and stayed in position floating next to the Cerberus unmanned.
"Science, beam the two life signs aboard the shuttle on my mark" Gareth ordered, timing was everything.. looking over at his console on his captains chair, a radiation build up was detected in the Voth structure "Engage transporter" Gareth commanded.
The science officer confirmed that the Trill male and the Bajoran female were safely aboard the voth shuttle.
With that Gareth got up from his chair, issued black alert and ordered helm to spore drive with the planned calculations immediately, with that the ship vibrated once more, the crew feeling nausious and dizzy as the advanced temporal spore drive slung them back to the present time as if nothing had happened.
With the crew thanked, gareth headed for his ready room, He pulled up the starfleet records of "Lt.Caleb",
It Read:
Caleb Llandrax
Active officer
Won an medal of distinction for efforts during the Voth war,
promoted to Commander soon after returning back to federation space having gained access to an enemy's shuttle"
Gareth exhaled deeply and sat back in his chair, all years of regret had finally been lifted, he had brought back two officers that he had lost without anyone's knowledge, though he would probably never have done it if it weren't for Caleb being his former hosts son.
This was ACT II of a story from here
#writingcontest #talesoutoftime
One of the disadvantages of being in starfleet, especially being in command is the privilege of debating "what if's" in your mind, when a decision arrives it must be carried out, it would have been the right course of action at the time, there is to be no second guessing when your in command of a vessel full of crew trusting your every word.
Through all the years.. and all his Trill life hosts, Gareth was always content on the choices and orders he gave, no matter what career.
but one choice he had made had been troubling him for many years since a certain order was issued.
sleepless nights, "what if's" and "should I have's" pounded his mind as he tried to drift off to sleep in his dark quarters.
A file on a certain officer he had lost during one mission was always brought up on screen.
"Caleb Llandrax
Status: Deceased
Lost during a Voth war conflict"
a few years had past since the day of the dreaded order, two lives had been lost, sacrificed for the continuation of a fleet wide mission, Gareth went about each day since.. issuing orders of the Captain of a ship, darting about the galaxy on daring missions, but with each day, holding private meetings with himself, drawing out action plans, strategies and mission outlines.
While life continued on for the federation, contacts with new races with unique technologies that gave a new era to starfleet, the most notable of these new eras were missions involving a temporal agent named "Daniels", With these encounters Starfleet gained access to a new breed of Starship and technology.. this was the moment Gareth needed, the piece of the puzzle that was missing from his personal meetings.
The beauty of being at Fleet Admiral rank within starfleet is that you can choose your own ship to command when available, with a new line production of Temporal Science vessels, Gareth submitted a Request to high command... it was not the ship he wanted.. but some of its parts, most notably a casual anchor and Tipler cylinder consoles.. plus a few parts here and there.
It was in fact the newly Recommissioned "Crossfield class" of starship that Gareth Submitted to be a commanding Admiral of.
A highly classified starship used in the earlier part of the Federations history when experimenting with various space folding technology, known as "Spore Drives".
A few strings were pulled, favours called upon and Gareth and his crew departed there trustworthy and reliable Nebula class U.S.S. Pendragon, that had protected and seen them through many a scrape, and Boarded what was to be there new home... the Crossfield Class "U.S.S. Cerberus".
The years of regret were finally going to subside, he had the tools for his plan.. he just needed to carry it out. Gareth called a meeting of his senior staff, at the back of his mind he knew how vain this mission was, a personal mission that was unbecoming of a starfleet officer to put his own grief first, not to mention his Trill heritage and the impact it should have if the Trill homeworld find out.
With the meeting in place aboard the Cerberus, The Fleet Admiral outlined that they are to revisit an old mission, to save the lives of two starfleet officers who had sacrificed themselves during a bloody war, however this will not be a straight forward mission.. the use of the temporal technologies installed on the vessel.. and the spor drive needed precise calculations, as well as a high level of stealth.
With the crew now involved, with some eyebrows raised, Gareth and his Bridge officers set the task of calculations, vectors and mission simulations, while other officers procured the last remaining element of there mission, a Voth shuttle.
The time to Strike was now, with everything in place, all calculations set, the mission was ready, years of planning fell to this moment.
The Cerberus jumped to black alert, vibrations ran through the hull of the ship, the spore drive bounced into action, the view of dark deep spaced was suddenly changed to the bright huw of the low level atmosphere from within a Dyson sphere.
Tactical detected a federation starship some distance away, it was the U.S.S. Pendragon, it appeared for a brief moment before it warped out of range.
Science scanned for a Bajoran and Trill lifesign from within the Voth held structure below them.. they were down there.. orders were issued to lock onto the there lifesigns.
the Cerberus Shuttle bay doors opened and the Voth shuttle was tractored out and stayed in position floating next to the Cerberus unmanned.
"Science, beam the two life signs aboard the shuttle on my mark" Gareth ordered, timing was everything.. looking over at his console on his captains chair, a radiation build up was detected in the Voth structure "Engage transporter" Gareth commanded.
The science officer confirmed that the Trill male and the Bajoran female were safely aboard the voth shuttle.
With that Gareth got up from his chair, issued black alert and ordered helm to spore drive with the planned calculations immediately, with that the ship vibrated once more, the crew feeling nausious and dizzy as the advanced temporal spore drive slung them back to the present time as if nothing had happened.
With the crew thanked, gareth headed for his ready room, He pulled up the starfleet records of "Lt.Caleb",
It Read:
Caleb Llandrax
Active officer
Won an medal of distinction for efforts during the Voth war,
promoted to Commander soon after returning back to federation space having gained access to an enemy's shuttle"
Gareth exhaled deeply and sat back in his chair, all years of regret had finally been lifted, he had brought back two officers that he had lost without anyone's knowledge, though he would probably never have done it if it weren't for Caleb being his former hosts son.
This was ACT II of a story from here
#writingcontest #talesoutoftime