Ken

TasteMyRainbow

Babylon 5 seams to be missing here.

June 18 2010
I'm a huge B5 fan. Up to the point that I could tell you almost everything about every episode there is as well as the movies. I rarely meet anyone else that watches it let alone enjoys it as much as I do. Tho seams to be a lot of Sci-Fi lovers here. :P Maybe I will get lucky and find someone else that likes it. Hehe

C&C
Ken

PG-13 and underage policies

June 18 2010
As of late, there has been some discussion about our PG-13 and underage policies. I'd like to take a few minutes of your time to clarify our position and reasoning.

First and foremost, you need to remember that Stonewall Fleet is a gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and straight ally fleet. We include people of all sexual orientations, genders, nationalities and religions. We are truly a diverse group. As such, we need to keep in mind these varying backgrounds when dealing with one another. What you may perceive to be benign, may be offensive to someone from a different background than yours. While we can't assure that everyone is happy all the time, we can strive to make an environment that is comfortable for all of our membership and adapts to those currently participating.

Although a good portion of our membership is single gay men, we do have a very diverse community; including those in long-term committed relationships, lesbians, straight allies, and bisexuals who are either members or allies from other fleets. While in one of these groups it may be appropriate to discuss adult or sexual topics, it may make another group uncomfortable. For example, if a group of gay men wish to discuss their sexual habits it may create an uncomfortable gaming experience for others of a different group due to the nature of the conversation. As well, such adult discussion in-game in a public chat channel would breach Cryptic's Code of Conduct. It states you may not transmit, post, or offer any content, information, images, or language which is vulgar, obscene or sexually explicit. This Cryptic policy is designed help players have an enjoyable gaming experience and Stonewall Fleet has adopted this policy for application on our own site, IRC chat, etc. so that our members gaming enjoyment is consistent.

Even if they above reasons were not true, such discussion in an open and mixed forum such as this is simply inappropriate. The Internet provides many people a sense of anonymity that allows them to behave in a way that would not in real life. While in some internet areas such conduct is alright, in a community like Stonewall Fleet where we try to foster long lasting friendships, such discussion could be damaging. Many people have used the fact that we allow underage members into the fleet as our reasoning for our PG-13 policy, but that isn't true. To be honest, we've had very few underage members join.

Stonewall Fleet's mandate was to create a safe place for users to play Star Trek Online without being exposed to the homophobia that is common in the gaming community and which many of us have experienced in other MMO guilds. The people who most often need such protection are glbt youth. We find it counter intuitive to have such a safe space, but deny it to those who need it most. By allowing glbt youth in, we provide them an area where they can grow, not only as gamers, but as individuals.

I hope this answers all of your questions and you can better understand our reasoning. As always, feel free to ask me if you have any more questions.
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Edited December 30 2011 by nicholasjohn16
Michael

Quincytyger

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 18 2010
1.3.4.5
Robert Lampke

Headlockman

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 18 2010
1 3 4 5
Eric

chemkarate

Re:ST: Pandora "Pandora's Light", Pt II

June 18 2010
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"Equip yourselves according to standard anti-Borg protocol! Move it!" barked Shrel to a line of security officers that were hustling into the Transporter Bay and grabbing equipment that had been stockpiled in the room. The Bajoran was already outfitted, including an antiproton rifle that he had slung over his shoulder. Talona, who was the only non-security officer equipped with a similar weapon, noticed that he looked much more energetic.

He lives for the fight, I guess, she thought as she walked next to the transporter pad, positioning herself near a modular console that had been set up there.

War'en, who was standing next to the transporter attendant, looked at Talona with concern. "Talona, I'm still not entirely on board with this idea. Frankly, I have a number of engineers who rate higher in a combat situation than you, especially given... last time."

Talona glanced at her tricorder reflexively, then looked at her console so that she didn't have to look War'en in the eye. "Yes, but how many of them can reliably hack in a combat situation?"

War'en frowned, but they both knew she was right. However, something about this didn't sit well with him. Given Talona's reaction the last time they had encountered these Borg, he would have expected her to refrain from a ground fight with them. To his surprise though, she had actually requested to go when she had proposed this attack plan. It was a good plan that had the best chance of success, though still slim. As much as War'en disliked the idea, there was no viable alternative.

When the security team, which included Shrel, was assembled on the transporter pad, War'en addressed them.

"On my mark, you will beam down to the planet and engage hostiles. Protect Lieutenant Roberts while she does her part. Once she's done, we will be sending down reinforcements via transporter," he said, motioning to the squads standing around him, most of which were security but included some science and engineering support. "As much as I hate to say this, your priorities are Captain Oren-De and Lieutenant Matoya as it is imperative they are not assimilated by the Collective. Everyone else... is secondary. Understood?"

The group responded with a loud "aye, sir!" War'en nodded then looked at Talona. "Begin, Lieutenant." Talona nodded and began entering commands into the console next to her.

Meanwhile, in the chamber below the surface of Zarath III, Albina was watching her captive Enhasan, who had stopped moving a few minutes ago and gone completely slack. Maggie, who was still retrained on the slab next to him, was practically screaming at him to wake up. His skin had become rather pale and even mottled in some areas, whereas many of the veins in his face where now visible with a sickly gray color. Red, who couldn't see any of this, could still tell from Maggie's reaction what was happening. His medical knowledge of the assimilation process more than made up for the rest. However, it also made him realize how futile trying to awaken Oren-De would be, so instead he tried to chart out in his head, what would need to be done to reverse the process. That, of course, assumed they'd be rescued in time.

Red, it seemed, it wasn't the only one in the room that had such knowledge. Dr. Shion, who stood about ten paces away from Albina, watched Oren-De with a Vulcan stoicism that masked her abandonment of their logic. "Interesting. He is being assimilated at a rate 23% faster than the average humanoid."

"Truly, his kind have been made to serve the Nephilim," said Margulis from his position next to her. Albina, for her part, said nothing and continued to watch Oren-De's progress with a satisfied smile. The smile only increased when a Borg implant suddenly shot through the skin over Oren-De's left forehead, sending a pale liquid that had stopped being blood some time ago splattering on the side of his face. The implant began to slowly expand outward over that side of Oren-De's upper face, including his eye. The sight brought raptured smiles to the faces of the Gnostics.

An alarm suddenly sounded throughout the chamber. Margulis raced to a nearby console and read it over.

"The Pandora has lowered its shields! They may be beaming down an away team."

Albina smiled but didn't turn from Oren-De. "They are too late. Even if they succeed in reaching us, they will be unable to reclaim their crew."



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ve the planet in Pandora's Transporter Bay, Talona's hands continued to fly over the console. The room was silent as Talona conducted her work until she finally looked over at War'en.

"I've got it!" she exclaimed before racing from the console and through the security team on the transporter platform to the remaining position in the rear next to Shrel.

War'en nodded with a grin. "Excellent! Energize!" The transporter attendant activated the transporter and the team disappeared in columns of blue light.

At his own console, Margulis was reporting the situation to Albina. "Transporter signal detected. I'm locking onto to the destination... and it's... here!?"

Albina finally looked up from Oren-De and glared at Margulis. "What!?"

The blue glow of transporter light from the platform at the front of the chamber grabbed her attention and she looked at it just in time to see the Pandora's away team materialize. Shrel wasted no time barking out orders.

"Suppressing and cover fire, now!"

The security team began firing their weapons at the Gnostics, who were caught off-guard and scrambling for their own weapons. Some of them were dropped immediately while others, like Margulis, were able to hide behind cover. Talona meanwhile was scanning the room with her tricorder and crouching low to the ground. Shrel called out to her while firing.

"What's the situation?"

"The controls are on a console just to the left of us. Cover me!"

"You heard her!" Shrel called out to his team. The group moved over to the console that Margulis had vacated and continued to provide cover fire. Strangely, it was only now that the Borg drones that had accompanied Albina had begun returning fire. They had first clunked awkwardly over to cover both Albina, Oren-De, and Maggie. However, Shrel could still make out Maggie yelling at them, but her voice seemed like it was starting to go so he couldn't understand her.

"Those Borg are covering the Captain and Lieutenant Matoya. Engage, but avoid friendly fire! Alternate front and back firing rows every five rounds to keep your shields charged!" The security team complied, shifting ranks with exact precision. Talona, who had hooked her tricorder into the console and was busy working on it, had to admire the discipline Shrel seemed to have drilled into his team.


"There... he is ready to join us," cooed Albina from her spot next to Oren-De. Maggie looked over and saw that he now seemed even paler than before.

No...

Albina leaned in closer to Oren-De's slackened body and whispered to him. "Awaken."

Oren-De's body suddenly moved itself into a straight position and his uncovered eye shot open. The implant over his eye began to glow red in the area that covered his pupil. The Gnostics fawned at the gloriousness of it all, while Maggie howled in protest. Albina reached up and touched a button the side of the Oren-De's slab, which caused the restraints to retract. Oren-De slid down and landed on his feet. As he did so, Maggie saw that the back of Oren-De's hands and neck also had small implants covering them.

At this point, Shrel noticed that the Borg drones blocking his view of Oren-De were beginning to move. When he saw what they were moving away from, his jaw dropped.

"Prophets, no..."

Talona, who had never heard Shrel invoke the Bajoran deities before, looked over her shoulder and gasped at the sight of Oren-De, who could now easily be seen in an assimilated state. The surprise was exactly what Albina had been planning on and took full advantage of the opportunity. The Borg drones opened up with heavy fire, surprising the away team. Shrel grunted as his shields failed to completely shield him and let a beam pass through, charing the side of his right arm. One of Shrel's subordinates stepped in front of him and continued firing.

"Talona, hurry up! We need reinforcements!"

"On... on it. I'm on it!"

Talona went furiously back to work. One of Shrel's officers glanced at him as they continued to exchange fire.

"Sir, what do we do about the captain?"

"Standard procedure. If we can't extract an assimilated Starfleet captain..."

The security officer nodded grimly. "... yes, sir."

Oren-De looked at Albina, who simply looked back at him. Oren-De then looked at the away team. As he did, the recharge alcoves that lined the room suddenly began to dim. Each released its drone into the room. Maggie and Red looked at the sight in horror from their vantage points.

"Talona, what is your status?" asked Shrel, his voice taking on a worried tone.

"Almost... just need one more... and... there! Sending confirmation to Pandora now."

Back on Pandora, Will's voice came over the comm in the Transporter Room. "Bridge to Transporter Room! We've received an o.k. from the away team!"

"Confirmed! ENERGIZE!" War'en practically shouted at the attendant. He looked back at the team on the pad, composed of Klingons and Starfleet officers, and returned Captain Ghol's eager grin with a simple nod before the team disappeared.

The team reappeared on the pad in the Gnostics' chamber and immediately got off, firing at the Borg drones. Several Klingons rushed forward with bat'leths and engaged the drones in melee combat. Several seconds later, another team materialized on the pad, and another. Talona let out a sigh of relief as they arrived and took some of the pressure off of Shrel's team. She looked around the room and was in the process of pulling up her own antiproton rifle when her eyes landed on one of the drones that was advancing on them from the recharge alcoves. It felt like the floor dropped out from beneath her.

"Michael..."

She disconnected her tricorder from the console and looked directly at her assimilated husband. She reached into her utility belt and switched out the tricorder's connection cord for another one.

I just have to plug this in and upload the program... and then I'll have him back...

Talona took a step forward... then stopped. Her gaze found itself moving towards Oren-De. She clutched the tricorder tightly in her hands as indecision weighed heavily upon her. Finally, she let out a breath, took another, and steeled herself.

"Shrel, cover me."

"Huh? We already are. Wait, Talona! What are you-- COVER HER!"

The security team shot around Talona as she sprinted toward Oren-De. Albina saw her coming, but her limited control of her drones wasn't fast enough to get them to move back into position in time. Talona leaped forward and slammed into Oren-De, causing them both to hit the metal slab. Talona reached up and grabbed Oren-De by the hair so that she could yank his head forward. As she brought the cord up, Albina grabbed her arm and used her superior strength to force it back down. Talona struggled against her but to no avail.

"Resistance is futile," said Albina with her poisonous grin.

Shrel pointed his rifle and fired. The antiproton blast struck Albina in the side, sending her tumbling to the ground. Talona smirked and raised the cord to the implant in Oren-De's neck. "Come on, Captain," she muttered as she plugged it in and initiated the upload on her tricorder.



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ediately Oren-De began spasming against the metal slab. Talona backed away, right up into a drone that was behind her. She turned to look at it, but the drone ignored her and focused on the away team. Talona looked back at Albina, who was getting back to her feet with an angry look on her face.

"You! What have you done!?"

Talona said nothing and continued to back away, past the drone. Albina advanced, then looked at Oren-De. She became incensed and raised her wrist to try and inject more nanites into Oren-De, but was stopped when Talona raised her rifle and fired a shot at Albina, striking her in the chest. The Borg flew back onto her back and lay there motionless. The drones around Talona suddenly stopped firing and just stood there, allowing Shrel and his team to pick them off easily. As the drones fell around her, Talona looked around. Her gaze once again landed on her assimilated husband.

"Talona, get me out of here!" came Maggie's voice. Talona looked at her and nodded, but was distracted when the Michael drone suddenly began spasming and collapsed to the ground. Talona gasped as she realized that the cure she had uploaded to Oren-De was spreading.

They haven't adapted yet... maybe...

"MICHAEL!" yelled Talona as she rushed forward to him. Maggie watched Talona with a shocked expression until she realized she was still restrained. "Will someone please get me out of this thing!?"

Suddenly, a number of the Borg drones and Gnostics began vanishing in blue columns of light. Shrel looked around in surprise and saw Margulis standing on the other side of the room at a console. He flashed an angry glare at the Bajoran as he, Dr. Shion, and Albina also finally dematerialized.

Up above the planet, War'en was back in the command chair. Will's console beeping an alarm. "Sir! A ship is decloaking dead ahead!"

"FIRE! Do not let them beam anything off that planet!"

In the distance, the assimilated USS Iowa decloaked. The Pandora fired all weapons at it, and the Iowa took several significant hits. However, after it made one pass by the planet, the Iowa went to warp. War'en cursed from his vantage point on the bridge and looked at his Ops officer.

"Status report!"

"Working on it, sir. It's difficult to communicate with the away team down there, even with that bypass that was set up!"

Agonizing seconds passed the ensign spoke again, her voice relieved. "The away team reports that everyone is fine, though a number of Gnostics and Borg were able to beam out on the Iowa. They report they have a number of assimilated that were left behind. Including..." The ensign's voice suddenly became much graver. "...the Captain, sir."

War'en's eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. "Teleport him to the Medical Bay immediately. Alert Commander Tabashi to begin as soon as the Captain arrives," he ordered as he stood up. Will looked over at War'en as he headed toward the turbolift. "Sir, where are you going?"

"Medical. You have the bridge, Mr. Lacera." The doors shut behind War'en, leaving the bridge in anxious silence.
Edited June 23 2010 by chemkarate
Josh

Exobyte

Re:ST: Battlefront "Hackers"

June 18 2010
Acting Captain’s Log, Stardate 87745.43: the Exobyte has arrived at Galor IV and have achieved standard orbit. Ensign Ishii informs me that while the warp core is a retrofit, it is more than sufficient for achieving ideal cruising speeds and power outputs. Ensign Troi’s apprehension regarding her turning stress levels have been abated for now. Dr. Turek informs me that the medical bay is up to his and Starfleet's standards and as capable as the New Orleans’ medical bay. In a few moments I will be escorting Lt. Cmdr. Barclay to the planet, where I am permitted to watch as the ECH program is brought online...I wonder what I’m supposed to call it, aside from “Captain”.

The doors to the turbolift opened upon the main science lab and Eddie walked forward. Barclay and the Doctor were both enthralled with something on one of the panels. “Good morning, sirs, how is the ECH progressing?

“Ah, good morning Mr. Calvin...Everything’s...just...fine...There!” Mr. Barclay said through extreme distraction. The Doctor just glanced up and nodded. “Doctor, I believe your autonomous and sentience subroutines have been successfully recompiled around the ECH module. We're ready to run the program.”

Eddie walked forward to the console and then paused before moving back a step. “I...sorry, sirs. You were saying, Mr. Barclay?”

Reg smiled nervously having been briefed on Eddie’s restrictions against looking at compilers and any files and program logs. “Mr. Calvin, you’ve arrived just in time. We were just about to bring the ECH online. I assume you will want to meet your captain.”

The Doctor tapped a few keys on the console and smiled. “I must admit I was rather surprised that Starfleet would be interested in this project given how they treated me...”

“Doctor I’m sure that will not happen with your son.” Eddie commented casually. The descriptive noun spurred a pause in everyone standing around the holoplatform. “Did I say something wrong?”

“S-son? H-how e-exactly is t-this...” Barclay stuttered. The Doctor stared at Eddie, the expression clearly contemplating the truth and impact of the notion.

“I...well, I assume, Doctor, that you would give the ECH full sentience, and since you’re creating something that is part of yourself, does that not constitute an offspring?” Eddie stammered through.

“You’re right, he would be my son. I never considered that. That means I name him. This...this is important...What if I want a daughter? How will it look? Who would....” The Doctor paused to consider the fact. As he thought about this he left the laboratory completely distracted leaving Eddie to chase after him.

“Doctor, wait!” Mr. Barclay called out, beginning to chase after the two. A few moments later, Eddie and Barclay returned guiding the Doctor back to the lab.

“...I just can't make decisions about this lightly.”

Meanwhile, Ensign Ishii encountered the first issue with run-time, causing the ECH program to crash and corrupt the executible. “Sir, I’m getting some unusual readouts from the computer logs...but it’s no longer running!”

The technician on hand and the Doctor walked over to the console and looked over the Enhasan’s shoulder. “Something’s accessing a number of irrelevant systems.”

“This...this looks like it’s spreading like an infection!” the Doctor exclaimed. He motioned for Eddie to take a look. Eddie moved to the console and started scanning the logs scrolling across the terminal.

Barclay glanced up with a slight concern before returning to his console. “Computer note a log that Lieutenant Calvin is examining the logs at the behest of the Doctor...”

A few eyes glanced around realizing that Eddie’s restriction was actively being ignored by other officers. Eddie ignored it and continued scanning, “It’s a virus! Shut down the system, NOW!”

“I can’t!” Aron-Mu shouted. “The controls won’t respond!”

Eddie tapped his communicator quickly. “Lt. Calvin to OPS, this station is under attack!”
Edited July 06 2010 by Exobyte
Wolf

AmericanWolf

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 18 2010
1, 4, 5, 3 :cheer:
Seannewboy

Seannewboy

If a ship costs a kingdom, how much for 2?

June 17 2010
Courtesy of the TenTonHammer coverage of E3.

http://www.tentonhammer.com/node/85629/page/2
Seannewboy

Seannewboy

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
4,1,3,6
Nick

Nikku

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
Please Zep - that man is camp as tits. Any camper and he'd be shunted back in time to star in the original Wizard of Oz.

Unknown Person

Re:BGO - Battlestar Galactica Online

June 17 2010
http://uk.pc.ign.com/articles/109/1099562p1.html

Ouch. I didn't realise it was browser-based... There goes my interest :p
Joshua (Zepari)

Zepari

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
OMG I feel like a camp Simon Cowell, (giggles).

1,2,3,6.
Seannewboy

Seannewboy

Re:ST: Pandora "Pandora's Light", Pt II

June 17 2010
I did not see that coming, i like it.
Nick

Nikku

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
1, 2, 3, 5.

I want some of what 2's having.
Eric

chemkarate

Re:ST: Pandora "Pandora's Light", Pt II

June 17 2010
Oren-De and Maggie, who had been conferring in whispers much to a recently-awakened Red's chagrin from his position two rows back, suddenly stopped when they heard the door to their chamber open again. A number of echoing footsteps, much more than before, began sounding throughout the room as Margulis, Dr. Shion, and their entourage entered the room and walked down the rows of captive Starfleet officers. The walked right past Oren-De and Maggie's position at the front and toward the front of the chamber. Up until now, it had been completely dark. However, when Margulis approached the area and entered a command on a lonely-looking console, the entire area suddenly came to life and lit up with the characteristic green aura of Borg technology. However, at the base of a mass of black cables, wires, and scaffolding that stretched to the top of the chamber, was a large Federation cargo transporter.

"Captain Oren-De, and Starfleet, it is time that you met our messenger to the glorious Nephilim," came Margulis' voice, which echoed throughout the room as if addressing a congregation. Dr. Shion and the rest the Zarath colonists that flanked her clapped as Margulis activated the device and no less than ten columns of blue transporter light shimmered on the dais. When they dispersed, a group of Borg stood in their place.


At the center of the group was a female Borg that Maggie immediately took note of. While the drones that surrounded her seemed standard fare, this Borg had a presence that called attention to her at best, and sent a chill down your spine at worst. Her head was held high and her eyes had a fire to them, which was very unlike the dead stares that most would usually associate with the Borg, as she looked out over the vast room of captured Starfleet personnel.

"She must be the Queen," Maggie whispered to Oren-De. Oren-De nodded, but was looking up at the device's connections to the ceiling. "How exactly did they transport through the ore's interference?" he asked back to Maggie. Maggie, who suddenly realized that herself, was thinking through that when a woman's voice called out through the room.

"Margulis and Dr. Shion, and indeed all assembled... you have done well," called out the Borg that Maggie had identified as the Queen. She stepped off the transporter platform in a deliberate and graceful manner, soon followed by her much more clunky entourage. The Gnostics only watched a reverence that struck most of the Starfleet officers that could see as nothing less than insane.

"We have the Starfleet Borg specialist, exalted Nephilim, who was studying that infernal disease," eagerly replied Margulis as he went into a deep bow. The others followed, including Dr. Shion who continued the report.

"We also have the Enhasan."

Oren-De looked at the Queen in surprise, while Maggie shot Oren-De a quizzical look. They were both wondering the same thing: what would the Borg want with Oren-De?

At this, a smile crossed the Queen's face. "Excellent. This is a most... inspiring... offering. The peace we all seek is truly within our grasp," she said in a silky voice laced with venom. She looked back at the Starfleet officers and her eyes settled on Oren-De and Maggie. She slowly glided over to them then looked at each in turn.

"The resources that have been lost to acquire you two..." she said with as much remorse as a Borg is capable of. "But soon, you will join us, and we will all once again be at peace."

Maggie bristled as the Queen spoke to her. "What the hell are you talking about, and who the hell are you? Since when do the Borg start cults!?"

"Do not speak to the exalted Nephilim in such a ma--" protested Margulis, but he was cut off when the Queen slowly raised her hand to indicate silence. She looked at Maggie with a hollow maternal smile.

"You may call me Albina of Borg. I speak for our... local... collective."

The sudden change in Maggie's demeanor from hostility to scientific curiosity was almost disturbing to Red, who was watching and listening from his position behind Maggie and Oren-De. "Local collective?"

"Yes. Sadly, I am not what you refer to as a Borg Queen, so my abilities to manage the drones are... limited. When we were cut off from the Collective following the events at that Federation world, I did what I could with the drones around me. I seek to return to the Collective and, for that, I need you."

Oren-De took this moment to speak, his voice much more calm than Maggie's. "If you think we have the kind of technology that can take you back to the Delta Quadrant, you're mistaken."

Albina looked at Oren-De, looking at him with what he couldn't help but think was some sort of sick affection. "That, I am painfully aware of. No, I wish for the Collective to come here and retrieve us."

Maggie's eyes widened. "Of course! You're not worth coming back for! You need to offer the Borg something that will make them want to come to you!"

"Maggie, I really don't think now is the time to be happy you got the right answer," chided Red. Albina ignored the medical officer's comment and simply nodded.

"The efficiency of the Collective, unfortunately, is currently in judgement against us. However, that is what you two are for, as well as this host of Starfleet officers. Your assimilation into the Collective promises a wealth of information on your flawed Federation, as well as that weapon you devised against us. However, the real prize... is you, Species 10883."

Oren-De looked at Albina with a raised eyebrow. "So it's not me you want, but simply a member of my race?"

"Your race is very unique among the races of the Alpha Quadrant. The records we've accessed cite that, despite being allied with the Federation for over 200 years, Species 10883 has resisted the social influences of the Federation. Instead, your race has retained it's more... perfect... tendencies."

The silence in the room was almost palpable. Oren-De felt the eyes of the Pandora and Cosmos crews on him, even with the thick slab of metal between him and them. It was bad enough that there was an empathetic rift between himself and his crew, but now a Borg Queen was admiring his species? Oren-De shot her an annoyed look. He figured he might as well cut to the quick of it, especially since this faux queen, like her subjects, was apparently content with monologuing.

"I take it you mean our meritocracy. Why are the Borg interested in it? Is your Collective not content with its own social hierarchy?"

"Your meritocracy is flawed. It is an imperfect product of imperfect beings. However, your ability to sustain even that system without the superior mind of our Collective is what the Collective will find interesting."

At this, Maggie's mouth hung open as she had an epiphany. "You want to serve up Oren-De and the rest of the Enhasans because they're practically a race of ready-made Borg Queens, maybe even Kings. They have a dramatic predisposition toward processing and evaluating abilities of others, which has allowed them to build such a system of government. It's a huge supply of the individuals the Collective needs to act as processors for their hive mind!"

"Again, really not the time for bragging about getting the answer," Red said, wishing Maggie would keep her trap shut. Oren-De said nothing, instead thinking about what Maggie had said. He suddenly feared for the safety of Enhasa if Albina were to succeed in contacting the Collective.

Albina, for her part, did not respond to Maggie's conclusion and merely looked at Oren-De. "Of course, this is all speculation. Unfortunately, we lack the capacity to perform a sufficient simulation." In one swift movement, Albina pressed her right fist against Oren-De's neck. The Enhasan gasped sharply as tendrils from her wrist shot into his flesh. Maggie shouted in protested, fighting her restraints and cursing Albina in more than one language. Red watched in horror from his limited vantage point, and the rest of the crew responded in varying degrees of terror and anger. In contrast, the assembled Gnostics seemed overjoyed at witnessing the event and, in fact, more than one seemed envious.

Oren-De's body lurched and spasmed in it's restraints. The Enhasan gritted his teeth, trying not to scream out in pain as the nanites flooded his body. Albina, her tendrils still in Oren-De, looked over at Margulis.

"Prepare for the arrival of Starfleet and Klingon officers. By now they should be attempting a rescue mission, and I've bided enough time since my transport from our ship. I believe they will arrive just as their captain... becomes our captain..."
Edited June 23 2010 by chemkarate
Doug Goodwin

doogiegood

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
Great job everyone.

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Larry

Laeren

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
1, 3, 4, 5
Jwcisneros

Lorenius

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
1,4,5,3.

~JC
Ryan Cromer

Tallanvor

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
1,3,4,5
Reid Moore

Adinarous

Re:Stonewall Idol - Episode One: The Auditions

June 17 2010
1,2,3,4