Re: True blood anyone?
ZOMG spoilers... there's a code thingy for that so you don't give plots away to people who haven't seen it yet. :)
Ahnz
Seannewboy
Re: True blood anyone?
I feel so sorry for Lafayette, first Jesus and now Tara.
Now we got Rev Newlin back?
Now we got Rev Newlin back?
CapnBranFlakes
Re: Star Trek: The Journey
:ds9:
Episode 378 - Deep Space Nine - "The Muse" - 04/29/1996
http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3421
While Odo assists a pregnant Lwaxana Troi, Jake falls under the spell of a mysterious woman.
Enjoy!
Exobyte
Re: ST: Battlefront "Hackers (Pt 2)"
With help from the Exobyte’s partially repaired external sensors, Annika Hansen found her crew had reached the doors to the primary holomatrix lab. Inside, she assumed she would find a few scientists hiding behind consoles. When the lab doors revealed a lone Orion pointing a disruptor rifle at Reginald Barclay, her first reaction came quickly and put the Orion dead on the floor. “Mr. Baclay are you injured?”
“Seven, no, I’m fine. Please, check Lt. Calvin. He took a few direct hits from the disruptor.” Reg advised, moving to take a seat in a nearby chair.
“Lt. Calvin appears to be barely alive, by Borg standards.”
“Oh that can’t be good.”
“Agreed. Can you walk, Reg?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You two, carry him to medical quickly!” Annika paused before moving on. Annika Hansen to Jacqueline Frost.
I’m here. Do you have an update? Ms. Frost inquired through the cortical node.
Lt. Calvin is in critical condition. No other officers found yet.
Understood, ma’am. Frost out.
The jaunt through the corridors was mostly empty. Reg and the officers carrying Edgar trailed behind the three officers on point. Junction after junction was the same cycle of pause, look, cover, continue. Just before the group reached the medical doors, the interior lights went to full power and the flashing red emergency lights faded off. Annika yelled from her spot in the group, “Don’t stop keep going.”
A voice chimed in overhead. “This is XO Solek of the starship Exobyte to all remaining Orion forces: You are all contained in forcefield blockades, or confined to rooms. You may notice that control is no longer routed through the command center. You will surrender your weapons quietly and without incident. It is only logical.”
“Ma’am, it appears other efforts in retaking the station have been equally met with success.”
“Agreed, Lieutenant. Hansen to Solek, what is the status of Medical?”
“Director Hansen, Medical is secured. Why do you inquire?”
“I have one critically injured male, Vulcan/Human hybrid, numerous disruptor burns to body.”
“Director, get here quickly. A station will be prepped.”
—
“But she said Vulcan/Human hybrid. It’s possible it’s not Lt. Calvin.” Summer denied as Turek and Solek scrambled to prepare a crash bed. “Oh who am I kidding.”
In a flash she had joined efforts in prepping the table for operation, obeying Turek’s directions to replicate materials and prepare medicines in hyposprays.
“Turek what’s wrong with Desmond?” Solek asked as he put the final touches on the crash cart.
“He’s a Betazoid, and you’re not suppressing your emotions. I’d wager he’s getting a hefty dose of panic and fear right now.” The three glanced over at Desmond, curled in a ball wimpering in a corner.
“Are there any chemicals known to dampen a Betazoid’s empathy and telepathy?”
“No, sir, none that I have on-hand.” Turek confessed.
“Oh we don’t have time for this.” Summer scowled as she ran to Desmond. “Des, hon, you’re going to be OK. I promise.”
The assurance was anticipated, but her full-tongue kiss was not. Turek and Solek stared at the two tac officers for a moment in a state of shock. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that work.”
“…Agreed.” Solek commented, looking away. Desmond and Summer rejoined with renewed confidence and started assisting with preparations.
“Sir, if I may say, you need to get your emotions in check, and quickly.” Turek advised, growing concerned for the potential breakdown of command.
“Yes, yes I do.” Solek set the last two items on the tray and sat down in the medical office. Within moments, he began focusing his breathing and meditating the intensity down to subdued levels.
There was a small breath of quiet before Annika Hansen’s security team charged through the medical doors practically throwing Lt. Edgar Calvin onto the crash cart. His body hadn’t even left the officers’ arms before Turek was scanning him with the medical tricorder. “Multiple disruptor burns to his legs and torso, low BP and minimal neural activity, possible broken ribs, definitely cracked — Get me a cortical stimulator.”
As one of the acting nurses applied the cortical stimulant, Turek administered a dose of epinephrine to encourage blood-flow. There was a labored cough, some wheezing, and finally subsiding to shallowed pained breaths. “OK we’re not out of the woods yet, get me access to the burns and his torso and get me the osteo-regenerator.”
Edgar’s tunic and shirt had been cut apart to gain access, and quickly Turek began moving the regenerator across Edgar’s torso. Turek glanced up to see Annika giving orders to her officers, and a few of them exiting Medical. She turned held her hand to her temples. After watching her come back out of the trance Turek returned to the patient and moving across the next pair of cracked ribs. “That should be the last of it.”
Indeed, Edgar’s breathing had softened and sounded much less labored. “Make sure he stays resting.”
“It appears that with some unintentional coordination, I have control over my station again. Good work securing medical and placing the station in lockdown.”
“Ma’am you should be discussing this with Ensign Solek. He’s our commanding officer at the moment.” Turek advised, returning focus to Edgar’s dirsuptor-damaged chest.
“Seven, no, I’m fine. Please, check Lt. Calvin. He took a few direct hits from the disruptor.” Reg advised, moving to take a seat in a nearby chair.
“Lt. Calvin appears to be barely alive, by Borg standards.”
“Oh that can’t be good.”
“Agreed. Can you walk, Reg?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You two, carry him to medical quickly!” Annika paused before moving on. Annika Hansen to Jacqueline Frost.
I’m here. Do you have an update? Ms. Frost inquired through the cortical node.
Lt. Calvin is in critical condition. No other officers found yet.
Understood, ma’am. Frost out.
The jaunt through the corridors was mostly empty. Reg and the officers carrying Edgar trailed behind the three officers on point. Junction after junction was the same cycle of pause, look, cover, continue. Just before the group reached the medical doors, the interior lights went to full power and the flashing red emergency lights faded off. Annika yelled from her spot in the group, “Don’t stop keep going.”
A voice chimed in overhead. “This is XO Solek of the starship Exobyte to all remaining Orion forces: You are all contained in forcefield blockades, or confined to rooms. You may notice that control is no longer routed through the command center. You will surrender your weapons quietly and without incident. It is only logical.”
“Ma’am, it appears other efforts in retaking the station have been equally met with success.”
“Agreed, Lieutenant. Hansen to Solek, what is the status of Medical?”
“Director Hansen, Medical is secured. Why do you inquire?”
“I have one critically injured male, Vulcan/Human hybrid, numerous disruptor burns to body.”
“Director, get here quickly. A station will be prepped.”
—
“But she said Vulcan/Human hybrid. It’s possible it’s not Lt. Calvin.” Summer denied as Turek and Solek scrambled to prepare a crash bed. “Oh who am I kidding.”
In a flash she had joined efforts in prepping the table for operation, obeying Turek’s directions to replicate materials and prepare medicines in hyposprays.
“Turek what’s wrong with Desmond?” Solek asked as he put the final touches on the crash cart.
“He’s a Betazoid, and you’re not suppressing your emotions. I’d wager he’s getting a hefty dose of panic and fear right now.” The three glanced over at Desmond, curled in a ball wimpering in a corner.
“Are there any chemicals known to dampen a Betazoid’s empathy and telepathy?”
“No, sir, none that I have on-hand.” Turek confessed.
“Oh we don’t have time for this.” Summer scowled as she ran to Desmond. “Des, hon, you’re going to be OK. I promise.”
The assurance was anticipated, but her full-tongue kiss was not. Turek and Solek stared at the two tac officers for a moment in a state of shock. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that work.”
“…Agreed.” Solek commented, looking away. Desmond and Summer rejoined with renewed confidence and started assisting with preparations.
“Sir, if I may say, you need to get your emotions in check, and quickly.” Turek advised, growing concerned for the potential breakdown of command.
“Yes, yes I do.” Solek set the last two items on the tray and sat down in the medical office. Within moments, he began focusing his breathing and meditating the intensity down to subdued levels.
There was a small breath of quiet before Annika Hansen’s security team charged through the medical doors practically throwing Lt. Edgar Calvin onto the crash cart. His body hadn’t even left the officers’ arms before Turek was scanning him with the medical tricorder. “Multiple disruptor burns to his legs and torso, low BP and minimal neural activity, possible broken ribs, definitely cracked — Get me a cortical stimulator.”
As one of the acting nurses applied the cortical stimulant, Turek administered a dose of epinephrine to encourage blood-flow. There was a labored cough, some wheezing, and finally subsiding to shallowed pained breaths. “OK we’re not out of the woods yet, get me access to the burns and his torso and get me the osteo-regenerator.”
Edgar’s tunic and shirt had been cut apart to gain access, and quickly Turek began moving the regenerator across Edgar’s torso. Turek glanced up to see Annika giving orders to her officers, and a few of them exiting Medical. She turned held her hand to her temples. After watching her come back out of the trance Turek returned to the patient and moving across the next pair of cracked ribs. “That should be the last of it.”
Indeed, Edgar’s breathing had softened and sounded much less labored. “Make sure he stays resting.”
“It appears that with some unintentional coordination, I have control over my station again. Good work securing medical and placing the station in lockdown.”
“Ma’am you should be discussing this with Ensign Solek. He’s our commanding officer at the moment.” Turek advised, returning focus to Edgar’s dirsuptor-damaged chest.
B-rad34
Re: Where were you when the towers fell?
i was heading home from work and on the way heard it on the radio.
Daividov
Six-of-Nine
Seannewboy
Six-of-Nine
Re: What do you want for KDF events - FEEDBACK NEEDED
It would be awesome if you could hold one spot on the weekend at a UK friendly time. They're 8 hours separate from me, so it's really tough. Message me in private with when you'd like to do it and if you had a specific event in mind?
Seannewboy
Re: What do you want for KDF events - FEEDBACK NEEDED
I just spent the last week on kdf, and most of the time i was the only one in there, not sure where they all went. I was working on my lowest ranking kdf, who is now bg4. I will help out with any kdf events that i can, 6-8pm est m-f and much of the periods 10am-7pm sa-su. Obviously on the weekends i dont play continuously but i can usually arrange specific windows.
Aym
Re: Where were you when the towers fell?
I heard the news on my local alt-rock morning show and I called in asking if it it was a "war of the worlds" style broadcast and was told that it was indeed happening. So I went to to class, had classes for the day cancelled, then went to work at the Boys and Girls club and had an interesting day of reassuring the children.
Six-of-Nine
Re: What do you want for KDF events - FEEDBACK NEE
Hmm, 9-5 your time is 1am-9am my time. Perhaps we can get a consensus from BST players on what day would be easiest to attend, and if I know you guys would make it, I could stay up late on night or get up early to do this?
LesleyA
Re: What do you want for KDF events - FEEDBACK NEE
Hrm not sure how this request could be missed but I blame all the post thanking myself :whistle:
Anyhow as somebody who is near perpetually on KDF these days I am pretty much willing to attend any leveling event so long as its at a time when I can be on my computer, which is BST work hours 9am -5pm. If it goes beyond 6pm I am reluctantly out as I lose all access to my pc due to silly irl stuff like husbands wanting feeding or attention.
The events themselves looked good and had they been a lot earlier I would love to have attended as currently the only missions I can clear secondary objectives on are pi canis alpha patrols, the beta ones always escape.. cowardly fed types.
Heck if anybody is on during these hours please feel free to pm me and we can do stuff together a bit impromptu. For info though the kdf toon I am currently working on is just a Commander so please take that into account for me :kiss:
Anyhow as somebody who is near perpetually on KDF these days I am pretty much willing to attend any leveling event so long as its at a time when I can be on my computer, which is BST work hours 9am -5pm. If it goes beyond 6pm I am reluctantly out as I lose all access to my pc due to silly irl stuff like husbands wanting feeding or attention.
The events themselves looked good and had they been a lot earlier I would love to have attended as currently the only missions I can clear secondary objectives on are pi canis alpha patrols, the beta ones always escape.. cowardly fed types.
Heck if anybody is on during these hours please feel free to pm me and we can do stuff together a bit impromptu. For info though the kdf toon I am currently working on is just a Commander so please take that into account for me :kiss:
Six-of-Nine
Re: What do you want for KDF events - FEEDBACK NEEDED
Please, if you're reading this, post to the thread what would make you more likely to attend KDF events compared to the way they are now.
CapnBranFlakes
Re: Star Trek: The Journey
:ds9:
Episode 377 - Deep Space Nine - "Shattered Mirror" - 04/22/1996
http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3420
Sisko attempts to rescue Jake after he is lured into a war-torn mirror universe by his mother's living counterpart.
Enjoy!
Exobyte
Re: ST: Battlefront "Hackers (Pt 2)"
“No, Sir, I’ve been unsuccessful in communicating with the station.” Crewman Frost relayed to Admiral Quinn.
“Calvin sure does have a knack for finding himself neck deep and in the middle of every bad situation that seems to come across my desk. There’s a ship a few hours away, I’ll redirect it to you for support.”
“Thank you, Sir. We will continue to press forward on repairs and communicate with the station.”
“Ms. Frost, before you go, how are you feeling?”
“I am well, sir. There are a few minor irritations, but working on a ship feels comforting and the right place for me right now.” She replied. “I am well aware I would still be in Starfleet Medical had my father not been who he is.”
“Admittedly, that was a major factor in allowing you this post. As long as you’re recovering properly, and Calvin and the new captain have no issue with your conduct, I see no reason to revoke the privilege. Quinn out.”
Ms. Frost nodded and deactivated the console, and began activating another. This time, the cortical relay was reactivated attempting to connect to Annika Hansen, the former Borg drone Seven of Nine.
Annika Hansen, this is Jacqueline Frost. Do you read?
I hear you Jacqueline Frost, report.
Admiral Quinn has been alerted to the situation and is sending nearby ships to assist.
Understood. Any update on your senior staff?
None, ma’am.
Report back if you hear something.
——
“You OK?” Turek turned to see the source of the question. It was Ensign Guyton.
“Fine, why do you ask.” He responded while tapping a few keys on the medical tricorder.
“Those things they said. The names they called you.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Are Cardassians really treated this way?”
“Mostly. Sometimes we get dirt in the face.”
Summer let out a breathy gasp at the comment and how casual Turek was being about the incident.
“I honestly don’t get it. I wasn’t even born during the Dominion war. It’s not my fault I was born in a race of xenophobes.”
“You grew up on Bajor?”
“I was orphaned there as an infant.” He explained. A quick hypo to the neck of a young Bolian and Turek moved to the next bed.
“Oh I see.”
“We can discuss this another time if you’d like. I need to get back to my patients.” Turek nodded, smiling through courtesy.
“You two seemed awfully chummy.”
“I just wanted to make sure he was OK.” Summer fielded Desmond.
“That was all? Seemed like a lot more than just checking in.” He toyed.
“Des, it’s really not anything like that.” Summer said, continuing on her path.
In the medical office, Solek sat studying the computer terminal while the recently awakened Ensign Ishii rearranged isolinear chips and hotwired connection pathways on a panel nearby. “How’s that, Sir?”
“Good. I might be able to access the main computer from here now.” Ensign Ishii watched over Solek’s shoulder as a few presses hit the screen of the LCARS display. Success.“Crewmen, with help from Ensign Ishii, we have gained control of the main computer.”
There was a quiet cheering from the medical bay while Summer and Desmond hurried in to see. Solek returned to accessing various systems, starting with internal sensors and communications. “Fascinating.”
“What is?”
“It appears there is a rogue group of security officers waging guerrilla warfare on the Orions.”
“I have an idea, give me a moment.” Ensign Ishii announced diving back into the console of isolinear chips.
“What’s your plan, Ensign?”
“If we can gain access to the forcefield network, we can isolate the Orions and retake the station.”
“Good plan, keep at it.” Solek ordered.
“Can we contact the Exobyte?” Desmond asked.
“I’m trying, it seems internal communications work fine, but externals are damaged.” Solek responded with a grimace. Even with the bit of emotion he let show, Solek fought back fathoms of intensity under the stress. There was a growing concern deep down that Edgar was in danger, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
“Calvin sure does have a knack for finding himself neck deep and in the middle of every bad situation that seems to come across my desk. There’s a ship a few hours away, I’ll redirect it to you for support.”
“Thank you, Sir. We will continue to press forward on repairs and communicate with the station.”
“Ms. Frost, before you go, how are you feeling?”
“I am well, sir. There are a few minor irritations, but working on a ship feels comforting and the right place for me right now.” She replied. “I am well aware I would still be in Starfleet Medical had my father not been who he is.”
“Admittedly, that was a major factor in allowing you this post. As long as you’re recovering properly, and Calvin and the new captain have no issue with your conduct, I see no reason to revoke the privilege. Quinn out.”
Ms. Frost nodded and deactivated the console, and began activating another. This time, the cortical relay was reactivated attempting to connect to Annika Hansen, the former Borg drone Seven of Nine.
Annika Hansen, this is Jacqueline Frost. Do you read?
I hear you Jacqueline Frost, report.
Admiral Quinn has been alerted to the situation and is sending nearby ships to assist.
Understood. Any update on your senior staff?
None, ma’am.
Report back if you hear something.
——
“You OK?” Turek turned to see the source of the question. It was Ensign Guyton.
“Fine, why do you ask.” He responded while tapping a few keys on the medical tricorder.
“Those things they said. The names they called you.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Are Cardassians really treated this way?”
“Mostly. Sometimes we get dirt in the face.”
Summer let out a breathy gasp at the comment and how casual Turek was being about the incident.
“I honestly don’t get it. I wasn’t even born during the Dominion war. It’s not my fault I was born in a race of xenophobes.”
“You grew up on Bajor?”
“I was orphaned there as an infant.” He explained. A quick hypo to the neck of a young Bolian and Turek moved to the next bed.
“Oh I see.”
“We can discuss this another time if you’d like. I need to get back to my patients.” Turek nodded, smiling through courtesy.
“You two seemed awfully chummy.”
“I just wanted to make sure he was OK.” Summer fielded Desmond.
“That was all? Seemed like a lot more than just checking in.” He toyed.
“Des, it’s really not anything like that.” Summer said, continuing on her path.
In the medical office, Solek sat studying the computer terminal while the recently awakened Ensign Ishii rearranged isolinear chips and hotwired connection pathways on a panel nearby. “How’s that, Sir?”
“Good. I might be able to access the main computer from here now.” Ensign Ishii watched over Solek’s shoulder as a few presses hit the screen of the LCARS display. Success.“Crewmen, with help from Ensign Ishii, we have gained control of the main computer.”
There was a quiet cheering from the medical bay while Summer and Desmond hurried in to see. Solek returned to accessing various systems, starting with internal sensors and communications. “Fascinating.”
“What is?”
“It appears there is a rogue group of security officers waging guerrilla warfare on the Orions.”
“I have an idea, give me a moment.” Ensign Ishii announced diving back into the console of isolinear chips.
“What’s your plan, Ensign?”
“If we can gain access to the forcefield network, we can isolate the Orions and retake the station.”
“Good plan, keep at it.” Solek ordered.
“Can we contact the Exobyte?” Desmond asked.
“I’m trying, it seems internal communications work fine, but externals are damaged.” Solek responded with a grimace. Even with the bit of emotion he let show, Solek fought back fathoms of intensity under the stress. There was a growing concern deep down that Edgar was in danger, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
Hillbane
Re: Where were you when the towers fell?
I was at work that day. I was at my station with 12 others and the phone rang in the captain’s office and Capital Jacobs turned the TV to CNN and we were watching when the second plane hit the south tower. We were talking among ourselves when the south tower fell and what I remember the most was the utter silence in the station. The north tower fell and a camera person filmed a lone firefighter walking into the dust cloud with everything he was going to need.
My Fire Department has a relic from the Twin Towers. The relic is a helmet of a New York City Firefighter that lost his life ten years ago today. Below the helmet there’s a plaque engraved. “Brother when you weep for me, Remember it was meant to be, As I did the job I loved to do, I pray that thought will see you through.”
My Fire Department has a relic from the Twin Towers. The relic is a helmet of a New York City Firefighter that lost his life ten years ago today. Below the helmet there’s a plaque engraved. “Brother when you weep for me, Remember it was meant to be, As I did the job I loved to do, I pray that thought will see you through.”
Van
Re: Idle chatter :D
Is it just me, or are they packing a little bit of humor into each video they release?
Oh for sure! I think they are trying to target all grps of gamers from raiders, hard core pvp'rs, causual players (me) and those that want a rich story line.
Edit: just watched the smuggler video again...okays so it's like the 10th time. :) The whole thing is so Indiana Jones! Picture the guy with the light saber...replace it with knives. Also the chase scene were the smuggler is running after one guy and the door opens and it's a whole bunch of guys. LOL Love it!
Varel
Re: Idle chatter :D
Is it just me, or are they packing a little bit of humor into each video they release?
