Fleet event weekends are my favorite thing about Stonewall. Thanks for continuing to engage. Lots of love for all my fellow Fleeties. 

Thanks to everyone that made this possible. This was lots of fun... and to the twins holding the 2nd and 3rd place ship picture winners... there's some more fun to be had at my place ;)

 - E N D - O F - E V E N T - W I N N E R S - P O S T - 















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Mirror Biography Forum Competition:

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1st Place @Niko
an amazing submission, for a few paragraphs this story covered half a life span, with the segments of the characters life
so well described that it sucked you in, and you could feel empathy from the very start. Well done Niko!
Read Nikos Submission 

2nd Place @Voleron
Volerons story's are always a great read and this was no exception, a mighty battle to take command took place.. and then... 
well.. I wont spoil the twist at the end. Shocking! 
Read Volerons Submission

3rd Place @Mstfrancis
Francis is a words-smith and paints a fantastic story with just using letters, he manages to suck you into the scene
as if you were there witnessing it. Grief, lust, and revenge, a classic short story!
Read Mstfrancis Submission 


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Reflection Day III Video Quiz

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Winning Team BETA
@trick
@Voleron
@suigetsu

2nd Place Team Gamma
@khazaan
@laeren
@DrTheopolis
@Mstfrancis

3rd Place Team Alpha
@kalen1072
@Niko
@ThaynTheGamer
@Fifth_of_Hala


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Mirror Costume Contest

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Winner !! @Balduranne

2nd Place DocTheop

TIE 3rd Place @Fifth_of_Hala & @khazaan


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Quadrant Relay Race

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1st - suigetsu
2nd - Fifth_of_Hala
3rd - Francis
4th - IMtrick
5th - Khazaan
6th - Bren


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Tlara's PSI game

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1st Place @Ereiid
2nd Place - Lifesage
3rd Place - Francis


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Ship Pics Forum Competition

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WINNER @ThaynTheGamer




2nd Place @Khazaan




3rd Place @Kalen1072


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Thanks, @GXV3! You did a great job, even with time and Discord conspiring against you. Though I still think you were wrong about one thing...



The penguins fly.

This was amazing! I sometimes had a confused look on my face but I enjoyed myself thoroughly! You guys are awesome! lol

Coincidentally, just yesterday I was thinking about the novel that inspired this game, Jennifer Government. I've only read a synopsis, but it seems good.

I do this every few years to see how much my political outlook has evolved. The last time I did, I finished with a way-up-in-the-corner far-left country. I wonder if this is what I'd still get.

Those are good screen shots Khazaan.  

Well i was blown away when i saw this, as i wasn't aware that it was going to be on Steam.

The people who made Duel Links on Android and IOS have brought their game onto steam for free.

If you love YuGiOh the show and the cards in life, then you may very much enjoy this.

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Links

Dax

Meet the I.S.S. Dalmatia under the command of its romulan Captain Rolas tr'Khazaan ...


















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IN A UNIVERSE where traders from all over the galaxy travel the treacherous trade routes of the alpha quadrant with riches in their freighter's holds fueling their dreams of power and fortune... a band of Terran Empire deserters turned pirate, wreck havoc on the open seas.  Running from the law while looting from the innocent, a drama unfolded on the pirate ship formerly known as ISS Sentinel, in the year of our Emperor, two thousand four hundred and sixteen, giving rise to new power...

Viscous, yellow mucous dripped slowly from Voleron's nose and tears of agony streamed from his raw, bloodshot eyes as the photonic projectile launched into Captain Bastian's back as he stood, the recoil from the phaser rifle rippling through Voleron's biceps.  The concept of friendship and love were foreign in this universe, causing Voleron bewilderment at the churning feeling of despair that built in his gut.  "People are disposable creatures", Voleron reminded himself of wise words once imparted to him by his paternal grandfather.  "Their purpose is to fulfill our needs until our needs are met... then strike, while the iron's hot."  Life in this universe revolved around the truth of that idiom, yet Voleron's heart bled for Bastian in a manner with which he was beyond unfamiliar, his body reacting in a way with which he was unaccustomed. 

The turbolift reached its destination and its doors slid open, depositing Captain Bastian's crumpled and lifeless body onto the frigid deck plating of the bridge.  Smoke from the photon discharge of Voleron's phaser billowed out of the lift, revealing Voleron's grieving figure to the bridge crew who had turned to bear witness to the spectacle, several of whom wore a bemused expression at the perplexing emotion worn on Voleron's face.  His tears betrayed his inner sentiments and like a drop of blood falling in predetorial waters, two of the bridge officers elected to capitalize on the moment of weakness that they sensed, readying their weapons in Voleron's direction.  But Voleron was a predator in his own rite, having bore bloody witness to his own parent's deaths and the deaths of many of his comrades in battle. 

Voleron jolted himself from his trance-like state to full consciousness, taking deadly aim at the closest of his opponents with his rifle, as he dove out of the confined space of the turbolift.  Torpedoing his body horizontally through the air, he brought his weapon to bear, discharging a fury of photonic energy into the navigator, ravaging his body as it jarred from side to side with each impact.  Voleron shifted his focus to the tactical officer before him, who had discharged his own energy weapon at him, the beam of energy slicing through the flesh of Voleron's shoulder, sending blood spatter in all directions, and causing him to react with shrieking pain.  Only momentarily deterred, Voleron plunged the bayonet on his rifle into the chest of the officer, who collapsed to the deck where he had stood.  In that moment, all of Voleron's recent grief re-surfaced: a crazed energy that was channeled into his fists which descended upon the tactician's face with hellish and merciless fury until scarcely any semblance of the former humanoid remained. 

As Voleron's exhausted limbs forced the conclusion of his counter-attack, he summoned what remained of his body's diminished strength, thrust his head back and discharged a blood-curdling scream of anguish as the remainder of the senior staff looked on.  With this unquestionable display of dominance now complete, the crew turned back to their stations largely un-phased, accepting the change of command without further debate.

Bloodied, wearied and emotionally exhausted, Voleron collapsed into the Captain's chair on the bridge, slowly swiveling in all directions to make steady and calculated eye contact with every member of the remaining bridge crew, searching for any additional indication of traitorous challenge to his new found authority.  Finding none, Voleron relaxed, slouching back into the command seat.  Pulling his black, leather combat gloves slowly off of his hands finger by finger, Captain Voleron shed a final tear for Bastian, whose captaincy he'd just plundered, but whose tenderness under the sheets, he'd surely miss. 

"Dispose of that, would you?" Voleron commanded of the ship's helmsman, motioning over to Bastian's lifeless body which was preventing the turbolift doors from closing.  "It depresses me."

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Intelligence report:

ORIGINS

Jakor sat alone in the corner of the dim yet crowded bar, trying to clear his mind and just take in the space he found himself in now. He had spent the day with the engineers living at the mining colony, helping make repairs and exchanging information about running their equipment better on what little equipment they had--the Terran Empire made it almost impossible to get new equipment and the most efficient materials to the mining operations.

Jakor watched. Despite the long day, the general mood was lively. These people were used to visitors on their colony so he didn’t attract unwanted attention. He gulped down half of local ale he purchased. While each colony’s local brew was unique, Jakor didn’t have much of an opinion on them. They were alright but more importantly they helped with blending in. Or at least gave him something to do while waiting for Tovan.

He and Tovan had met a few years after the destruction of Romulus. Jakor had been drifting around for a few years with other Romulan refugees, but in a sea of unknowns the constant quest of a young man for something to occupy his mind and hands had two outcomes: trouble or engineering. Thankfully, his head for theories and delight in making things fit together led him to engineering in a mining colony on Hfihar. After his third day of work, Jakor had an opportunity to introduce himself to Tovan. Well, the devastatingly handsome man from colonial security with the dazzling smile and soft, kind words.

Then, the young men, through a stroke of good luck, were both near the central hub when a ship D’Vex was on stopped for trade, supply, and basic maintenance. Acting as a recruiter for the rapidly expanding Galactic Resistance Movement and with its growing ranks of Romulans unwilling to serve under the rule of the remnants of the former Romulan governments or the Terran Empire.

That’s how the two Romulans ended up on this colony, Virinat. While they did travel around to colonies for legitimate work, they also smuggled information and documents between GRM members when encryptions were not always reliable against the Terran Empire or their increasing raids on mining colonies with large populations of former Romulan citizens.

Jakor saw Tovan swiftly moving through the crowd towards him. But something was wrong. He stood up to greet Tovan, whose face was betrayed to Jakor that they needed to leave. While he generally had great difficulty reading other people (reading other people and concealing his own thoughts and emotions from his body language), Jakor knew Tovan. From their tentative romantic intentions towards each other on Hfihar to their politically and romantically passionate--but discreet--relationship and their close work together for the GRM now, Jakor was slowly learning how Tovan operated.

Tovan embraced him and muttered into his ear. “Terran ships incoming. We need to get defenses secured now.” Smoothly, he was ushered out of the bar and towards his first battle with the Terran Empire. But as we know, it will not be his last.    

I can't stand it! Sulu, set a course for the next sun! We'll make a timejump to tomorrow! I'm so excited, I can't await the  #reflectionday3! 

In the mirror universe Tempeq, Leader of the House of K'war, was never assimilated by the Borg and thus also never liberated. Therefore he never became  a great warrior, instead he chose another honorable career: singing operas. His autograph card and the following letter were found at Vauthil Station in a shuttle with a dead ferengi on board:

Dear honored sister Ish'qar!

I know it is unusual that I, as the head of our noble house, get in touch with you in a way like this, but it is very important that nobody else knows about it. The messenger, this little pe'tagh of a Ferengi called Sleg, has proven himself as trustworthy. In case you haven't killed him yet you can use him to submit your answer, he has already been paid.

All of our businesses here in Kristaq'veng are in a good shape. The rippleberry fields prosper well, next month we will get our first harvest. Let's hope that we find some Vortas here on Qonos, to whom we can sell the fruits - I don't want to be forced to sell them on Cardassia Prime.

One good news is that they finished the restauration of the Great QoQvaS'a' Opera House last week. It now features a plateau in front of it, with some fountains and statues of Kahless and Worf. It looks great on that hill, the QoQvaS'a' Opera has really regained its dignity and honor. But the best is:

They accepted my application as Great Baritone of Kristaq'veng, I will sing the leading role in the new production of the 'Victorious Conquests of Emperor Worf' in the big re-opening ceremony. It is a great honor for me and a big stepstone in my career to become the Great Baritone of Qonos! Sadly, an unexpected shadow appeared which darkens my success, and this is why I write you this letter.

In the Worf-Opera, and I think you are familiar with it, there is the aria in the second act about the long way to the glory of our empire, you know, the part where all previous emperors are mentioned in the correct order. I wanted to be precise, so I added a verse where I sing about all emperors before the klingons prevail, beginning with the great empress Hoshi Sato. It is a nice part, I switch to tenor and present a variation of the theme a major sixth up, garnished with some upper mordents, which sound amazing with the reverb in the new hall. All of the QoQvaS'a' musicians took out their knifes to applaud me when I presented it for the first time in a rehearsal and the maestro gratulated me, they even killed a Tarq that night to honour my artwork. We all thought it would be a wonderful addition to the great re-opening ceremonies for the QoQvaS'a' Opera House.

Nevertheless, the Obsidian Order was not that amused when they learned about it. They called me a traitor in the name of the alliance, can you imagine that? Now they want to hinder me from singing in the great re-opening at all! My career might be over! Whispered rumours even say they plan to assasinate me for my, as they call it, impiety. I don't know what to do, their eyes are everywhere here on the homeworld, that is why I have to ask you for help.

I heard of a Cardassian named Garak, he ought to be the right hand of that bajoran fury on Terok Nor. Could you speak to him while you are in the Alpha Quadrant? It is told that he likes Klingon Operas for some reason, and perhaps you can get to him to speak a word for me. The house of K'war would owe him a favor, if he would be able to help me and stop his colleagues from the order. Tell him he gets a special place in the Opera - I can even sing a verse about him!

Keep your head up high sister, and don't die while you are asleep! There is only one way to get to Stovokor and to get your own opera: Die in combat! This said, fight well!

Qa'pla!

Tempeq, Head of the House of K'war

The I.S.S. Iron Maiden in all her blood drenched glory.

Muninn: Hopes Gamble

Humanity with the aid of the Vulcans had thrown off the shackles of the Alliance. We secured a new future that was not slavery and hunted throughout the stars for sport. Brave captains with an eye for a better future strove to bring humanity back to the forefront of galactic powers. The Commonwealth was to be the fulfilment of Spocks great plan, the one that everything was gambled upon and from that Commonwealth; men of sight and power rose up. They extinguished the dream of galactic peace to once more raise the blade of the Terran Empire.

I grew up among the slaves, lithe and fair. My family saw no value in a son that was so gentle looking and so easily mistaken for a girl, to carry favour or to just barter their way out of the miserable rock that was our home. My family had me altered, adjusted to be more forming to how my body was and my nature. Sold me for favours with our captors and in time they got their wish, they where free to leave the slave colony. I think their blood was the first on my hands, I was created to be their tool, in the ended I was forged into a weapon instead.

I remember watching the shuttle rise into the air, and the cold hand of a Cardassian officer resting on my shoulder. I was shoulder hight to him and already a young woman. The device was placed in my hand and his voice whispered in my ear. “They are at your mercy, freedom awaits them if you only press that little button my dear.” My finger moved before I ever had a thought about it. Amber and crimson light flared in the sky before the wreckage crashed into a hillside drawing cries and gasp from those near by. The Cardassian let me keep the detonator, a memento or maybe a collar to remind myself that I was no better than my slavers now.

Only a few year passed before I was wearing smooth clothes that draped my crafted form in a manner that would have given a few Orions a run for their money. I was used to the my officers attentions, used to being dead in the eyes and something he used as decoration. His prized Terran beauty, my prize was his eyes when I pulled the blade from his gut before slashing through his throat. His body crumpled before me, that cold Cardassian blood staining the fine silks he kept me wrapped in. Phaser fire rained down on their fixed emplacements, slaves ran for cover. Even the Vulcans showed fear, I showed rage taking up arms calling for others to rally. The Cardassians fell before disruptor bolts and blade. Some brave ones tried to fight back, but their pets and prey now held the weapons. It was the Klingons of the slave colony that gave a real fight for us but in the end it was numbers. The other slaves would start to fall back only to be pushed forward again by their jeers and a thin Woman stained in blood charging into the middle of the fight.

When the Empires ground forces started to land there was little fighting left to be done in our colony. What met them where the gurgling screams of our keepers and the erratic pulse of weapon fire. The first Terran captain I would meet beamed down before me as I sat bloodied and cold upon what was once the flag of the Alliance. His eyes were as dead as mine, his voice crisp though holding some kind of accent that left his R's rolling. “Take the strong and any who looked like they actually fought, this one give her a proper uniform befitting a Terran. Girl you are now an Ensign under my command refuse and you might as well just shoot yourself now.” I shrugged before being tagged for transport. It was the last time I saw that rock, later I learned that those what where not deemed good enough to become solders for the Empire where just left to fend for themselves with what ever was left down there after the fighting.

Over the next few years I learned how to be a Terran officer, learned that a cold heart was my shield. And that my body was much a tool to be used as ever, though now one that I controlled for my own gain. It was slowly though that I did begin to change, learning the History official and otherwise of the Empire of how the Commonwealth rose at first defeating the Alliance only to be snuffed out from within. Of the mirror universe where Terrans worked to live in peace and blood shed and treachery where not the currency of personal growth. It appealed to me, I started to spend my free time finding others among the crews of ships I served upon that wanted something different then the constant warfare and conquest. It would be years and many dark adventures before a chance would be presented to me.

Through one means or another I climbed the ranks, there where bodies left behind me sometimes those that wanted to keep me under heel other times; other times it was the bodies of those that were to be conquered by the empire. I remember the last Captain I served under, a far more jaded man than even the Cardassian that kept me as his pet. His death had a great cost with it, planned carefully with each detail down to a little kidnapping. The son of our armada's admiral had been a pawn in this, he was a passenger and under the care of this man. To be trained and raised up to the highest standards of the Empire. Our captain failed to keep him safe, failed more to believe the people the Cardassians who held him captive. His ego was such that he personally fired the torpedoes that levelled their base. When our admirals forces arrived to claim the base and his “Victory” they found the body of his son, soon our captain found himself floating in space.

I was promoted to Captain of the I.S.S. Iron Maiden, it had cost me my eye to set everything up. Some dignity to let a Cardassian cut my face as I let him take that rotten brat of the admirals. It cost my ship a third of her crew, that I had to carefully place into harms way. And the life of our captain and an entire base of Cardassians. I now had my command, I had a crew cultivated for my plan to escape this wretched Universe, and that chance came.

We warped into the badlands with a scouting force, those in command had allied themselves with a group called the True Way. I was disgusted to meet them, no better than those I had known of their kind. Though I guess even in a mirror some things are the same. They came with a single ship to guide us and help form a beach head to invade the Federation from. We moved to be the first ship threw, our hull shadowing over those in our group. Emerging on the other side I ordered our aft weapons to fire disrupting the rift sealing our guide and scouts behind us. Freedom was close, looking forward I ordered a course set for Earth and to hail the Federation.

It took me ten years of careful planning, murder, sabotage, warfare and luck. So much luck but it came to fruition, for the first time I started to feel something other than the cold span of hate and misery. The faces of those I found some trust within seemed to brighten as well, it was a gamble, we all choose to take and this time we won. A better life, or at least for the first time for any of us the Hope of a better life than what awaited those in the Empire.

You see Admiral there is my story, we fled and betrayed, we used everything the Empire taught us to be to escape them. I will give you everything I have on the Terran Empire, my ship and myself. I simply want a better life for my crew. A purpose for myself and those that feel the same as me. I am tired of bloodshed and watching my back all the time. So everything I have I am offering to the Federation for a very fare price. A position as an officer for myself and any of my crew that would like to serve in Star Fleet and for the rest of my crew peace just a peaceful life. I think that is a fare deal.

The I.K.S. Akathos is ready for battle!