REMINDER THE POLL WILL CLOSE MARCH 15th

I am sort of "honorary" with this fleet, but I'd love a signature plate. May I still order one?

Thanks,

Elijah

My bounty was half-baked Komalie in Mount Maelstrom

You were great in leadership Zander, I'm sure you'll be sorely missed. :)

So sad to hear you stepping down :( But it's understandable given your current situation. In whatever you do, I really wish you the best! Thank you so much for your services. Live long and prosper!! *hugs*

This is one huge reason why I'm so in love with GW2... the Lore is amazing! Wooden Potatoes has some pretty great videos on the subject. I just watched this one and it's really mind blowing:

Well I can't speak for anyone else but for myself I ended up getting busy with other projects and friends I'd neglected. Projects like building a house in second life and hanging out with friends there... And a newly rekindled love of rp, this time in Star Trek Online instead of pbem or forum based styles. I have been meaning to return at some point... perhaps when the new stuff story stuff comes.

Zander... :,(  I don't know if I should hug you or hit you. Lol, kidding!

Dude, I totally hate that you're stepping down. You're one of my greatest buddies in this amazing Stonewall community. I've learned a great deal from your guidance and hope to think that I am better than I used to be because of it. You've supported me through some tough situations. A true friend you've been, mister! Saying "Thank you" doesn't quite tell you how grateful I am :) 

I'm glad to hear you're sticking around and am excited that you have hopes to return to the admiralty one day! Imma hold that to ya! I can safely say that I have had the privilege of serving with not one, but two amazing Memberships admirals :D

I wish you the best of luck in your studies, your move,  and your work! I'm sure I'll be needing your expert advice soon enough, so check your messages regularly :p 

Now.. go get 'em, tiger!  B)

~Andrew

Mine was Crusader Michiele in Sparkfly Fen. Large path, but not disguised.

I'm sorry to see you step down from fleet leadership. I think you are a great asset to this fleet and I hope that your knowledge and experience does not become lost. All the best of luck on your personal, professional and educational paths. I look forward to seeing you among the stars! :)

I completely sympathize as RL is a bitch atm, thou shall be missed. I wish you well on all your en-devours Zander and look forward to your return on day :)

Hi everyone,

Our beloved Star Trek shows brought us different characters throughout their run, from cast changes to reoccurring personalities. Things have gotten really busy in my personal, professional and educational life therefore I have to step down as Admiral over our Membership Management Department. When I have time in the future I look forward to returning to our leadership, in whatever capacity needed. Until then, I shall be around, in one of the best positions in the fleet, the position of: Member, title duties: having fun and pew pew pew.

See you all around the stars,

Sent from my Galaxy Nexus using Tapatalk 2

In, though I have to say it is a bit hard coming up with something unique and good looking just on the free parts...

Hello,

I belong to a small fleet, New Frontier Fleet. I met one of your players last night on STO who encouraged me to come check out this fleet. I would like to be associated with Stonewall fleet as it is a GLBT fleet. In addition, I think I can learn a lot from this fleet to help our fledgling fleet. I would like to become on "honorary" fleet member and echo the thoughts of having a sancutary!

Thanks,

Elijah Tigan

My target was was Poobadoo in Kessex Hills, he has a pretty short path but some of it is underwater. WARNING: He will talk about wanting to lick you. Also since he is a Quaggan he is dangerously cute!

Been playing regularly again since the Gree event, and I am usually the only guild member online, for hours at a time. I havent seen any other guilders on imp side for a week. Did people stop playing, move to other guilds? Caara'den is a bounty hunter, but his is light-sided with a heart of gold, really.

Just wondering what happened, its weird as the game is now f2p, thought there would be more people playing again.

Chapter V: Unseen Tectonics

Semil raced down the hallway. The hiss of broken pressurized gas piping was only intermittently punctuated by the occasional sparking conduit. Lights flickered in chaotic asynchrony with the pulsing whoop of the alert klaxons. In spite of his light footfalls, he could feel the vibrations in the deckplating as he came to another partly disabled door.

The Vorta wedged himself through the narrow gap as best he could, exerting and straining with his whole body to squeeze through into the next corridor, seemingly indistinguishable from the previous.

It had been only minutes that the jarring alert had presented him this opportunity. It may have been overly convenient, maybe even a test, but even if it didn't result in escape, it could at least provide some answers, maybe even only clues as to the identity of his captors, or his location -- or even the year. That could be a start.

It sure beat the boredom of his daily regimen. He had attempted activation of his termination implant twice in the past week, mostly out of sheer boredom, only to conclude that he didn't even have one.

The labyrinth of corridors didn't even seem all that complicated, but surely he should have come upon something noteworthy. A turbolift, a control room, a transporter room, an airlock - hell, a fully stocked arboretum, even. Anything except these endless drab gray halls.

It had occurred to Semil that even the first rule of daring escapes wasn't even panning out. Pick a direction, and stick with it - increases the odds of finding some way out.

Even an unconfigurable dumb terminal would've been something to work with. At least that could provide some kind of clue. It never ceased to amaze him how many species with networked computing technology always had the most ridiculously poor security protocols.

Another corridor branch. He had counted the number of turns he had made, just to make sure he wasn't circling back. It hadn't been long since he had made it past the first secured door, but there hadn't been signs of anything but more corridor in the time since. It was possible he was planetside, instead of being on a ship, or station; but even then, this had to have been a massive structure for him to not find anything.

Wherever he was, at least there wasn't any sign of pursuit - no guards rushing him, or the telltale dizziness of anesthezine. No other prisoners, or cries for help from behind the locked doors. If this was some sort of attack, or prison break - someone certainly had more pressing concerns.

Another shower of sparks erupted in the corridor ahead of him. He had only caught himself midstride to stop just barely, feeling the heat and singe against his face and forearms as they instinctively rose to shield him.

He lowered them, when it seemed safe to proceed, and that's when he saw her.
In spite of the generally poor condition of their surroundings, he instinctively dropped to a knee prostrating himself. "Founder. I had no idea..."

"Rise, Semil." The Changeling motioned, bidding him back on his feet. "We must move quickly if we are to escape." She motioned him closer, to her side, as she pivoted to stride down the hallway with the assured confidence that all her species possessed.

Semil assumed his place, following behind the Founder at a reverential few paces, but close enough to remain present in her peripheral vision.

"Come, a ship awaits us. But we haven't much time..."

Semil stopped dead in his tracks, unsure and wavering. "I don't... you came.. for me? You haven't also been imprisoned...?" His eyes squinted, not entirely clear as to this newest twist in his circumstances.

The Founder sensed Semil's hesitation, pivoting back to face him. Her face beamed with the knowing assurance that countenanced the humanoid forms that all Changelings seemed to prefer, when forced to interact with Solids. "Yes." She nodded. "I am taking you home. Where you belong. With us." She extended a hand, goading him to continue on in their escape.

"But..." Semil stammered, "...why? Founder, this could just as easily have been done with a platoon of Jem'Hadar. For you to risk..."

"Why is not important." She interrupted "Only that we leave now." She beckoned to Semil again, this time with growing impatience.

It still wasn't right. A Founder had no place risking herself to free him. He knew it, down to his core, with every genetically engineered fibre, muscle, neuron, and tendon.

A cold, chilling thought seized him. It was absolutely abhorrent, and he knew instantly with perfect, crystalline clarity that it had to be true. "Founder? Are you here...?" His throat stuck, and he shivered slightly. "...you're here to kill me, aren't you?"

Through the strobing flicker of the lights, he could tell her face had become impossibly unfeeling. He knew this face. When a Founder didn't have to bother pretending to be anything like a Solid. "We had hoped to know what secrets you divulged." It was clear that she wasn't even bothering to pretend to pity him. "It seems that is no longer a priority here."

Semil almost choked. He was not surprised by her reaction. From the moment Vorta stepped out of their cloning vats, they had already been programmed with a single unerring, inviolable truth. That the Founders had given life, and carried with that gift the absolute moral right to take life away. The gift and dispossesion of life. Any more detailed definition of a God got bogged down in semantics and stupid details.

What surprised him was suddenly remembering the disruptor he had tucked into his waistband. He couldn't quite remember where he had found it, even if it had obviously only been a few minutes prior. He reached down beneath his tunic, and when he raised it back up - only then did he notice it was wielding the pistol. Aimed squarely at the Founder. He had drawn a bead on God.

The Changeling's face softened again. "Surely, this must be the work of torture. What terrible agonies you must've endured." Her hands reached out to him, welcoming and open. "We only wish to save you from this place. Come with me, and I promise you, they can' t hurt you -- they won't hurt you ever again." Her voice became almost musical.

Semil choked as he fumblingly stepped backwards. He couldn't tell if they were tears; Vorta tear glands had largely atrophied with unuse over the generations. Hot stinging in his eyes could just as easily have been from the steam or conduit sparks. That had to have been it. How else to explain the suddenly suffocating lack of air, compressing upon his chest, squeezing him? Words barricaded themselves in his throat. "Founder -- Founder, I..."

The Changeling punctuated another staccato extension of her hand. Her visage grew more wizened, the sadly bittersweet pleading of a grandmother reaching out to a grandchild by sheer force of the gravity of love and compassion. "Semil, come. Come home with me."

Knots in his stomach had grown and proliferated. His outstretched hand gripping the disruptor openly quaked, more than the bulkheads or deckplating. Through the blurriness of his tear-filled vision, her face beckoned with the ecstatic light of god, his God. The God he had been born, and raised, and engineered, and trained, and taught to serve through all possible fates and agonies. Not just one lifetime, at that. Dozens of lifetimes he carried memories of, all prepared to lay down on behalf of the Founders. In enough cases, he had done just that. Died for his faith, over and over on a Karmic wheel in a test tube, spun by a Founder.

Just then, the God left her Solid form, becoming liquid in a lightning-fast instant. Where the Founder had stood, a formless wall of shrieking daggers and jagged needles surged forward at him at supersonic velocities.

His eyes shut just as his index finger pressed down on the trigger.

_______________________________

Semil shot upright. Darkness enveloped him, as did a cool wetness. His clothes were clinging to him. He reached up to his neck, expecting to find something garrotting him - how else to explain the ragged breaths that felt of fire and toxic ash?

He felt his skin slick and greasy. In the dark, his hands groped their way to his face, to his forehead. The same clammy slippery skin greeted his fingertips there, too.

He looked around as his eyes adjusted, making out the dim outline of his bunk.
His breathing slowed. He shivered in place, trembling from unseen tectonics.

My target was Shaman Arderus in Fireheart Rise.
He wanders most of the map so speed boost and good armor recommended (path crosses several mobs of flame legion and embers).

Chapter IV: Conditioning Parameters


...I don't believe any fewer than three Jem'Hadar battalions defend Septimus III.

Then how many more defenders can the Dominion commit to support the Cardassian Eleventh Order within two days notice?


Septimus is centrally located. Eight divisions can arrive within a day. At least twenty within two.
Perhaps I can speak to your cartographers about updating your starcharts, I'd be most glad to...


How many Founders operate within the Cardassian theatre?


One and only one. I've answered this several...


Where is the Ketracel White storage facility for the Monac system?


In Lagrange orbit between Monac III and IV.


What is the square root of ninety-seven million two hundred fifty-nine thousand, forty-four?


Nine-thousand eight hundred sixty-two.


What is the Founders' primary strategic objective in the Alpha Quadrant?


The capitulation and subsequent occupation of the Federation, Klingon and Romulan Empires. And then we have cake.


You believe this is some sort of exercise in comedy?


Far from it. I have answered all of your questions precisely, with exceedingly accurate detail.


We shall see how "accurate" your answers are, when we...


When you, what? Check your history books?


I'm well aware it's no longer 2375. I'm reasonably certain the war has long since concluded. I would even wager it's substantially ahead in the future, though I admit I'm not quite certain when.



This isn't an interrogation. You know the answers. You're only checking to see the accuracy of the answers I'd provide.


And what would make you believe such preposterous nonsense, if only to test our patience?


Surely you don't think we don't have our own ways of ascertaining -- well, had our ways of ascertaining how much you knew?

That our intelligence outmatched yours at every turn?

Please.

You don't even recognize the questions that I know you shouldn't have even half the wit to ask.


See, I believe - the real question is why you're doing this. What answers do you seek - when you already know what the real answers are supposed to be? Who are you? And what do you...?




Anesthezine at a hundred parts per million. Returning to normal atmosphere.


I warned you it was too soon...


For the compliance testing, not for stupid directed questioning. You must know we have been showing too much of ourselves. This is a very delicate...


We have no time or need of delicacy. If you cannot produce results, I will recommend immediate termination to the General.


No, no. This, I can memory wipe. I can't continue with many more memory wipes without causing irreparable...


And you believe this defiance is not irreparable? That he knows more than he already should about...?


It is not a waste to make sure that we're not destroying another perfectly good specimen, setting us even further back, just because you won't listen to reason and let us do our job!


Look. We'll memory wipe this session, but it's hardly lost. He was hardly wrong, you know. He has been responding to all the questions with unerring accuracy, no matter what he's pieced together.


Doctor, surely you can't believe this is the right time...


No, no -- nothing like that. Listen to me. I've been meeting with the Letheans. We may have an idea to double, maybe even triple the conditioning parameters.


Then why the hesitation? What new brilliant theoretical insights do you aspire to today?


Not theoretical. We have a plan. And the General is not going to like it.

My target was Ander in Southsun Cove... A veteran Karka ate him... he was inside a giant karka... for real >.>; I was terrified on many levels.

Thank you for putting this together nniicc. I'll be collecting the targets of each member from this thread for our future reference.