Brian Weir

Tamek

Re: Pope Francis I: How does this affect the worldwide gay community

March 25 2013
I can't see this new pope having any impact whatsoever on my conduct, my life, the people around me, the people around the people around me...

Because all of that crew live the 20th century. I don't quite think the catholic church, or most others, for that matter, have nearly caught up.

I just don't see much relevance or impact for anything they do.

Unknown Person

Re: Romulan Fleet Name?

March 25 2013
I do agree that it should be in Romulan I usedRihansu/Romulan Dictionary for my translation of the Stone {(jorreh -stone (material or surface) nhaih (D)pebble, stone, rock (n)} and wall (honn)
Billy

karmaFACTORY

Re: Romulan Fleet Name?

March 25 2013
I do like Tal Stonewall don,t get me wrong. D'era is an actual Romulan word. Just my opinion.

Unknown Person

Re: Romulan Fleet Name?

March 25 2013
Hi ya we've been also talking about this in the Romulan emabassy. We're getting lots of cool names you should join us.

Rei'nhaihhon (Ren-Hi-Hoan) or Imperial Stonewall
Tal jorreh'honn (Tal john-ray-hone)Tal Stonewall
Tal nhaih'honn (Tal Hi-Hoan) Tal Stonewall
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Billy

karmaFACTORY

Romulan Fleet Name?

March 25 2013
Lesley

LesleyA

Re: Stonewall / Lord of the Rings Online

March 24 2013
As an ex-codemasters player I am still on the EU servers on Snowbourne so will remain kinless forever :(
Sej @Ereiid

Ereiid

Re: Semil: Agent of the Empire

March 24 2013
- PART II -


Chapter X: An Appointment

Semil awoke, bolting upright in the unfamiliar bunk. He immediately took notice of the smooth, ashen skin on his exposed shoulders. Someone had clearly bathed him after going over him with a dermal regenerator. He swiveled his left shoulder in place; full range of motion, if not a vague, faint soreness. Someone had taken care of that, too.

He looked around the small, darkened room, recognizing nothing. As he stood, the hum of the deckplates gave notice he was clearly on some kind of ship. The high, tinny whine of the subharmonics that only his Vorta ears could pick up indicated it was a smaller vessel, at that. A Bird-of-Prey, perhaps?

There was a mirror over a wash basin, which he stepped towards. The vanity light activated itself, glaring harshly. His pupils contracted painfully, before accomodating - when he could see he had been given a change of clothes, and a haircut. He wore some sort of armored collar, and a sleeveless tunic over fitted leather pants. His hair had been neatly combed to the side.

He turned towards the door. Surely, it must be locked, he thought. As he stepped towards it - it opened, unbidden. Strange.

Stepping out into the corridor, it became clear he was on a Klingon ship. He recognized the dull brown and orange palette from the intelligence files. How all that reading had seemed limetimes ago -- if only that weren't so literal.

He turned his head both ways, no sign of life or activity in either. His ears could tell one direction was the source of the hum, probably towards the engines. He started down the corridor in the opposite - which had to have been towards the bridge.

More blast doors opened for him. It was clear to Semil that he was not a focus of security on whatever ship this was. Though cautious, he had to admit that he had not felt the adrenaline surge, the white-hot clarity of his recent escape attempt. If they were returning him to imprisonment, they were doing a piss-poor job of it. Some other agenda must be afoot.

One last, heavier set of blast doors gave passage, and he recognized the cramped, utilitarian bridge, which he stepped onto.

The Klingons at their duty stations gave him no notice, paid him no heed. From the command chair barked an order, which Semil could understand despite being in Klingon. "Drop the cloak. Signal command for a landing approach."

"Good. You've awoken." K'vot addressed him from the command chair without swiveling around.

Beyond him, on the viewscreen, the crescent of a backlit emerald green orb grew in size. "You're bringing me to Qo'nos. What for?"

"Very good." K'vot smiled to himself that the Vorta's mental faculties were undiminished. "You have an appointment. We mustn't be late." A punctual Klingon - this must be important. "Perhaps you're hungry? You've been asleep for some days. The mess hall has been ordered to stock rippleberries and kava nuts. I trust you can find your way there."

Semil's ears perked slightly at the mention of familiar comforts. "I don't suppose you're inclined to inform me as to what appointment you speak of? Or what I'm doing here at all? Or...?"

K'vot interrupted the Vorta with a raised hand. "All your questions will be answered in due time. Sooner than you suspect, perhaps." The Klingon turned to Semil to address him. "For now, eat. Rest. You're going to need to be your best for the General."
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Edited March 26 2013 by Ereiid

Czar_Rick

Re: Stonewall / Lord of the Rings Online

March 24 2013
In addition to playing STO, I have been playing LOTRO for several years now on the Silverlode server, but if you are looking for someone to run with in LOTRO let me know.
Sej @Ereiid

Ereiid

Re: Semil: Agent of the Empire

March 24 2013
Oh, the story is continuing, most certainly.

Can't have everything answered all in one go now, can we?
Linda Layne

Ltervlet

Re: Semil: Agent of the Empire

March 24 2013
Looking forward to the continuation of the story, if there is to be a continuation. I would especially like to "learn" the vorta's purpose for existence in this story. Well done, Ereiid. :)
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Linda Layne

Ltervlet

Re: One of Seven (My attempt at writing)

March 24 2013
I'll 2nd that one! :)
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Heli

Narciso

Re: One of Seven (My attempt at writing)

March 24 2013
Keep it up mister! I love it! lol
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Heli

Narciso

Re: Writers resource tools.

March 24 2013
^^ That's true, I use Memory-Alpha and Memory Beta whenever I can't remember something clearly. It's very handy for Star Trek Info.

And thanks Jacien! Your link is very helpful!
Sej @Ereiid

Ereiid

Re: Semil: Agent of the Empire

March 23 2013
Thanks a ton for your kind words, Jacien.

I've never really written Klingons before, so it's been a fun and rewarding challenge for me.

Hell, I haven't written fiction in so long, I suppose I'm surprised Breen isn't coming out.
Troy Johnson

iccarus

Re: Forum Signature Store!

March 23 2013
Thanks so much Voleron - appreciate all the work and help...
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Shawn Birch

Parker

Re: One of Seven (My attempt at writing)

March 23 2013
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Voyage Home
We would arrive at ESD in about 5 hours. This gave me a quite a bit of time to try and figure out what had transpired over the last year. My left temple was a little itchy. I sat down at my desk and began looking through the various padds: Engineering reports, Medical reports, Crew reports. I dropped the last padd and opened up the top drawer of the desk. There was a small box, an envelope and other stuff you would find in a desk drawer. I took the envelope out and opened it. It contained another padd. I set the padd down and inspected the envelope. Turning it over there was the word Remember written on it. How Vulcan I thought. I set down the envelope and picked up the padd and touched the screen. A picture of the Golden Gate bridge lit up. I swiped through the pics casually; there were several pictures of Colin, me and various points of interest around San Francisco. A few pictures of us in various settings. We both looked extremely happy in all of the photos. I finally realized that in each photo of I had the implant wrapped around my left eye. Unconsciously I reached up and felt the cool metal object. I also noticed that the device was a different color in some photos than others and most of the photos it was the color it is now. Almost a flesh tone but slightly more yellow. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door chime. "Enter" I stated quietly. It was the Chief and Colin.

"How are you feeling Captain?" The Chief asked.

"I'm fine. A little confused but I think I am beginning to recall some of the lost memories I had. It helps that someone placed this padd in an envelope with Remember written on it." With that a saw the slightest smile appear on Colin's face.

"I'd hoped it would help to trigger something, Jeremy" Colin stated. "Did you open the box?"

"I did not" I stated and opened the drawer pulling out the box. It was a black leather box adorned with gold trim and the initials C.F. and C.F-F. I opened the box and inside were two rings made of latinum. The shined in the dim light of my quarters. I removed one of the rings and inspected it. It was striking but also plain. I tried to fit it on my fingers and found that it didn't quite fit. A glint of light caught the inside of the band I looked closer and was able to make out 'to my one and only' in a delicate script. I looked at Colin. "I assume this fits your finger?" He came closer with out stretched hand. I took his hand and started to slide the ring on his finger. Suddenly with a flash of light the memories came. Images, much like those on the padd started flying past. I could see them all in great detail and in less than a nano second. Sights, sounds and even smells of all the places we visited on our honeymoon holiday flooded my mind, then the emotions came. I felt overloaded and passed out.

Colin quickly opened his tricorder and began scanning me. I started to come to, my vision blurry at first but quickly sharpened. Colin closed his tricorder. I pulled him to me and hugged him. Desperately holding on to him. After some time we separated. I got up and went to the replicator; "Darjeeling tea, hot" I stated. It appeared and I handed it to Colin. "2 coffee's, hot" I stated. They appeared and I handed one to the chief and motioned both to sit down. "Computer time to Earth Space Dock" I stated. "3 hours 42 minutes at present speed." it replied.

"Chief, what should I expect when we arrive at ESD? I have been relieved of command of my ship and I think I understand why. I would like to know if Starfleet, or the Admiral rather, have hostile intentions."

"Sir, you were relieved only temporarily. I think Quinn thinks you may be a valuable asset and wants to retrieve as much Borg data as he can from you. This will require some minor surgery to implant a port into your skull." replied the chief.

Colin spoke up. "It is a simple procedure but we are not sure how your body will react. We have had a hard time undoing the damage the Borg did to you. It's risky. However, the progress you have made in the last hour alone gives me hope"

I stood up and walked over to the desk. I picked up the black leather box. It was still open only this time a single ring was contained. I took the ring out and toyed with it for a few seconds. "That won't be necessary." I slid the ring on. "I have a port readily available. Chief find me a fiber cable with an interface to my console and leave the other end open." The Chief scrambled off to get what I required. I turned the console to face me; "Admiral Quinn private channel".

With the cable now attached to the console I sat down peering at the open end. I reached up and felt the edge of my implant attempting to locate a small opening. Once I found it I guided the cable to it and inserted it. "Bridge...All Stop." Admiral Quinn appeared on the console. Seeing the cable running from my implant disappearing from view he queried "Captain, what are you doing?" In a moment he began to see the data stream flowing on the side of his view screen. "Captain, change course and head to the Bellatrix Sector..." You are reinstated. "Contact me when you arrive..."
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Edited October 16 2013 by Parker
KBaker

KBaker

Re: What about Sunday?

March 23 2013
Sundays work for me. Well actually any day works for me as long as it isn't any earlier for a start time.
Whittier Strong

SiranNataan

Re: Writers resource tools.

March 23 2013
Also, if you're needing to make references to the Trek universe, and in particular if you're needing to reference the technology or specific episodes, http://memory-alpha.org is indispensable.
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Unknown Person

Re: Jacien J. Mandrake: Assignment: Infinity

March 23 2013
Collision:

Planet Earth: Alhambra High School, Alhambra, California September 2nd 1999 A.D. Old Gregorian Earth Calendar. 7:57 AM Pacific Standard Time.


The Umbral walked the halls of what these humans laughably considered a school. It strained credulity to think that in the future, as these humans would consider it, they were the biggest threat to the Devidians plans. They also happened to be the most delicious life forms its people had ever tasted. Their neural energy so alive with vibrant passion and hope yet so subtly nuanced with insecurity and doubt. Nothing sustained its people so completely yet left them craving more. Klingon’s neural energies were far too spicy with overabundant amounts of unmitigated hostility and animal rage while Vulcanoids, though secretly very passionate in their own right, had the pesky ability to resist most neural attacks by virtue of their extensive mental discipline.


How these marginally advanced primates ever came by such mental potential let alone will realize it is beyond me, it thought. Biologically inferior to most races in this part of the galaxy this odd little species had narrowly averted their own self destruction time and again and, should her mission fail, would go on to be one of the dominant powers in the quadrant and eventually beyond. To the Umbral’s non-linear point of view this was already happening. Humans, their allies and even their enemies were driving back their hunters, closing portals and laying siege to their beautiful triolic realm.


No, thought the Umbral. I know know full well how these creatures have defied the laws of probability. They are watched and guided by forces they can scarcely yet imagine. Theirs was not the first species whose development was guided, manipulated, stunted or accelerated by more powerful beings. Not to mention the continual meddling of their own time traveling descendants. The Aegis, the First Federation, the Sky Spirits and even the Q took an very annoying interest in this undistinguished little race, which made its job and the job of its fellow hunters and infiltrators all the more difficult.

It hated this realm and everything about it. The form it was forced to take had to move by putting one of leg in front of the other on the ground instead of simple and efficient levitation. The crude sensory organs picked up on only the tiniest fraction of what was going on all around them. Lost in her musings it almost didn’t see the youngling about to barrel into it until it was too late. With only a thought it channeled some of its triolic energy into a kinetic barrier directly in front of its body.

The youngling ran straight into the barrier which to its own interphasic senses appeared to flare blue and white momentarily blinding those senses before knocking him onto the ground.

Adopting a stern expression that was not entirely unfelt, the Umbral recognized the youngling male as one of its “students.” Well, one of her students and she's quite dead now, but I have nothing to teach any of these cattle that they would ever be able to understand. Still it had a part to play if it was to remain inconspicuous and accomplish its mission. The youngling’s T-shirt was the same hue as the Umbral’s own wondrous cerulean realm.

It momentarily felt a pang of longing for the peace and tranquility of that existence. After properly chastising the youngling for a failure to properly observe and account for the obvious constrains of such a ridiculously linear existence. How could these beings not be acutely aware of the passage of time in one direction when their puny existences were so incredibly finite?

The boy, yes it was boy, not youngling I must remember to take gender into account, communicated a hurried response of contrition before moving around it and running off to class. From the corner of one of its crude visual organs’ range of perception, the Umbral caught a brief flash of coruscating light very similar to the temporal oscillations of chroniton particles. The Umbral instantly switched its perceptions back into the full interphasic spectrum only to find no trace of any sort of chronal disturbance.

It must be the chaotic light spectrum of this plane, it thought. The harsh photonic, sonic and gravitic forces of this realm was enough to make it physically ill, if it had anything approaching a humanoid digestive system. The plan would soon be implemented and its people would feast on humanity for many eons to come.
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Unknown Person

Re: Semil: Agent of the Empire

March 23 2013
You have a true talent for storytelling. :)
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