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  2. @Anath G'Renn I especially loved the part where you put Jarred back together ((Navatria, Valcarian Capital, Arndall)) Thoran: I don’t much like the idea of heading to a Valcarian facility. Doctor, do you think he’ll survive long enough for a shuttle to arrive? G’Renn: He’s not going to drop dead right this second, but the longer we sit here debating what to do the closer we get to that point. Thoran: Okay, i’d like you to do what you can for the moment. Ensign Ferentis, see if you can raise Ensign Mandak for an emergency evacuation. Ferentis: Aye, sir. ::While Ferentis worked on arranging a shuttle for them, Anath and Thoran took on the far more challenging task of convincing a Valcarian to trust outsiders.:: Thoran: Your colleague, ::he pointed towards the Valcarian G’Renn had been treating:: our Doctor states he needs surgery to survive. We don’t have the capability here so we’re going to take him back to our ship. It’s a medical vessel. Valcarian Driver: I cannot allow that. I will need authorisation from command. G’Renn: oO Can we all just cut out the mistrust, paranoia, and delays for ten minutes so we can keep that man from bleeding out? Oo ::Nothing about the situation was helping her frustration. The attitude of the Valcarian was not helpful. The fact that by the letter of their orders they weren’t even supposed to be helping them because of their military uniforms went against Anath’s very nature. Everybody’s anger and mistrust were getting to her and she felt like the lives of two beings were not worth any amount of xenophobia and pride.:: Valcarian Driver: I cannot raise them. Something is interfering with the signal. My colleague is not going anywhere with you. ::One moment, everything seemed to be in the right place from her perspective. Then the ground of Arndall began to quake and Anath found herself viewing the entire world as if it were tilted on its side. She had been thrown off her feet, and it seemed as if her teammates and the Valcarians had been similarly thrown about by the tremors as she got back to her feet.:: Ferentis: What... G’Renn: Ensign, Commander? Are you two alright? Thoran: I’ll be fine. ::The ground began to shake again, startling her. The sounds of screams, weapons fire, and the very world being torn apart all rung through the area and assaulted her sensitive ears. For a moment she instinctively covered her ears and tried to block out the horrifying noises. However, she was needed more than ever. After a moment to regain her bearings she looked around for the source of the sounds.:: Ferentis: The Valcarians must be attacking in full. Thoran: Doctor, the third Valcarian may need some assistance ::he gestured towards the figure that lay on the floor.:: Mr Ferentis, any word on that shuttle? G’Renn: Right away! ::Anath approached the Valcarian with the burns, offering a hand to get them back to a sitting position before pulling them onto their feet. They were probably in a lot of pain, but could walk. The man who had been impaled in the vehicle would need a lot more help.:: G’Renn: Our patients should be ready for transport in the shuttle, ::shooting an angry sideways glance at the driver:: assuming we take them with us. Ferentis: ? Thoran: Good work. Both of you. Now we’ll have to sit tight and hope Ensign Mandak doesn’t take too long. ((Timeskip: Several minutes later)) ::In the grand scheme of things, the shuttle didn’t take too long to arrive. It was only a few minutes at most. Unfortunately, time was a relative thing. When she was curled up on one of the loungers in her living room reading a good book a few minutes wasn’t all that long. In the middle of an active warzone each second dragged on forever, heavy with the threat of sudden death from some stray fire from the battle or a miscalculated artillery strike. The familiar sound of a Federation shuttlecraft’s engines immediately drew her attention to the sky.:: Thoran: Cavalry’s here. Let’s move out. Mandak: =/\= Mandak to Ferentis, Ready when you are! =/\= Ferentis: ? ::Finally things were looking up. Looking up until they tried to gather their patients, that is. That’s when the Valcarian driver decided to step in their path and try to stop them.:: Valcarian Driver: I said my..people..stay.. ::he thrust a pointed finger towards the floor.:: here. Thoran: Your people are seriously injured and need medical attention. At the very least, allow us to take you and your colleagues to a Valcarian facility. ::What happened next happened so quickly Anath barely registered what all occurred. Commander Thoran tried to pass by the Valcarian, there was some movement from the driver, and then their security chief sent him to the ground. This was not going well.:: Thoran: You can come with us or you can stay here. Your colleagues will die if they don’t get medical attention very very soon. Valcarian Driver: I shall stay here. And I assure you, I shall be making a full report. ::With that, they collected the two injured Valcarians very carefully and carried them over to where the shuttle had landed a short distance away. Anath helped Ferentis carry the soldier from the backseat of the crash.:: Thoran: Doctor, hopefully you should have everything here to stabilise them long enough for us to reach the Blackwell. Mr Ferentis, see if you can get a lock on the supplies and transport them aboard. G’Renn: They should be able to make it. We definitely shouldn’t wait around any longer than we have to. Ferentis: ? ::Anath helped the two into the shuttle and tried to make them as comfortable as she could. The shuttles weren’t exactly as spacious as an ambulance runabout but there was more than enough room for two patients. Once they were secure she made her way to the front of the shuttle.:: Thoran: Good to see you Ensign. Mandak: To the Blackwell then? Do they know we're coming? Thoran: I’d like you to do a fly over of the city, see if there is a hospital or something. If not, then yes, the Blackwell. Mandak: Anyone else coming? ::Anath wanted to go back and talk, or yell, some sense into the driver. He was being stubborn and letting his pride get in the way of any common sense. Unfortunately that wasn’t the kind of problem that a few Klingon insults could fix. Besides, she had absolutely no authority when it came to “you’re being too stubborn.”:: Thoran: Just us i’m afraid. Mandak: ? ::She found a seat just as the shuttle took off and began to climb into the sky above the city. Anath closed her eyes and tried to banish all the aggressive and unhappy thoughts from her brain. Then all the noises of the shuttle stopped. When she opened her eyes and noticed that the power was off and the shuttle was dark. Even worse, it was beginning to enter a nosedive towards the surface. As she felt the change in acceleration she had only one thought.:: G’Renn: oO So many ways to die in the line of duty, please not like this… Oo Thoran: Report. G’Renn: I think something may have disrupted our power. oO Or someone’s been seriously neglecting this shuttle’s maintenance schedule OO Ferentis/Mandak: ? ::The impact was quick, and sent her flying out of her seat and into the wall of the shuttlecraft with considerable force. She felt metal dragging across her forehead and could immediately tell that it had broken the skin. She knew even before she could feel the green blood pouring down her forehead. Luckily it felt like a light cut. She wasted no time flipping open her medkit, removing a bandage, and adhering it over the site of impact. There would be time to deal with it later once she was sure her friends were unhurt.:: G’Renn: Is anyone seriously injured? Ferentis/Mandak: ? Thoran: ? ::Anath approached the [...]pit and looked down at Thoran’s chest. She couldn’t see very well, but it seemed that something had been lodged in his stomach, and the area immediately around the object was darker than the rest of his uniform.:: G’Renn: Commander, try not to move too much. I’ll do what I can for you, but I need some more light. Either of you have a lamp? Ferentis/Mandak: ? ::After switching on the emergency light source and setting it on the console above them, Anath opened Commander Thoran’s uniform outer jacket and looked closer at the wound. A piece of metal shrapnel was the culprit. She would need to act quickly to get it removed before it caused any more serious bleeding. Anath removed a set of gloves from her medkit as well as her field surgery kit. She broke the sterile seal on the kit and removed a few tools that she would need to remove the shrapnel, as well as loading a hypospray with a light painkiller.:: G’Renn: Deep breaths, Mr. Thoran. This is going to pinch just a bit. ::That was of course a bit of an understatement. Even with a painkiller now moving through his system he would probably still feel it. If she had her way she’d sedate him before removing the object. Unfortunately time was not on their side, and after your shuttle was just possibly shot down was not the time to sedate your security officer. She waited for a few moments after injecting the painkiller before swiftly removing the piece of console and setting it aside.:: Thoran: ? G’Renn: Okay, so maybe a little more than a bit. Just hold still while I close up the wound and the painkiller does its job. ::Charging up the dermal regenerator as she spoke:: Deep breathes, few words. ::For such a small piece of metal, the piece of debris had certainly done quite a bit of damage to the commander. Much like the similarly small and sharp arrowhead that had struck him in the knee during their holodeck exercise. Anath spent about a minute with an autosuture and a dermal regenerator sealing the wound before applying a bandage and backing up to give Thoran some room to breathe. Not a moment after she stood up, she heard what could only be described as an angry shriek from somewhere outside the shuttle. She couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t sound like a normal humanoid race. It sounded insectoid, and made her skin crawl.:: Mandak/Ferentis/Thoran: ? Lieutenant Anath G'Renn Chief Medical Officer, USS Blackwell - Andaris Task Force A239402AG0
  3. Huge appreciation to the members who joined in donating in the past few weeks to help us reach our 2018 fundraising goal: Quinn Reynolds, Alex Blair, Mei’konda, Rune Jolara, Thayon Jann, Randal Shayne, and Ferier Lanta! Thanks to their help, we’re able to fully fund our website, domain names, and software licenses through April 2019. Our community has always been incredibly generous in ensuring that we have the resources necessary to maintain our extensive wiki, website, and active forums – we’re so grateful for all their support. If you can join these and our other donors in jump-starting our 2019 fundraising, click here to contribute. It only takes a few minutes and we never see your credit card information. The post With a donor avalanche, we crushed our 2018 fundraising goal! appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  4. I think I'm having some issues

    Oui, Thank you for the clarification on all that, I had learned about my mistake in the subject line lol one of those simple observations I overlooked. I figured I'd need a google account connected but wasn't sure how to do so I'll check that link thank you. I was mostly only concerned as I wasn't sure if I would have to need to view it to utalize the system properly. I'm glad you guys are so good with newbies making fools of themselves with these type of inquiries, XD I would Like to say I entered this process new to online text simming in every sense and with your instructors and extensive articles on wiki and in the forums it has been far simpler and more fun than I had anticipated, especially for someone like me, I tend to geek out hard on things like this when it comes to research yet I still make simple oversights and mistakes... eh only human... more or less.
  5. Poll of the Week: Unforgivably Villainous

    In Star Trek the various crews are often challenged by various enemies from across the galaxy. However, these antagonists are rarely seen beyond a single episode once our heroes defeat them. Sometimes we barely know anything about their personalities beyond what we can guess based on their actions. Their primary purpose is to provide conflict for our heroes to overcome in that episode or movie. While these foes of the week work well we sometimes get to meet a villain again and again over multiple stories. They could only show up in a few episodes scattered through the series or be one of the central antagonists for the entire series, but we really get to know them and learn about their personality and their background. Sometimes this information can put their actions into context and help us understand why they do the evil things that they do. The Vorta encountered during the Dominion War aren’t completely loyal to the Founders by choice. They have been genetically engineered to view the Founders as gods. While he’s certainly no hero, Khan is similarly dealing with the extreme ambition that his augmentation has left him with. This by no means forgives them of any wrongdoing but it might make us see these villains in a slightly better light. This week’s poll asks you which villain you feel the least sorry for. Who do you feel has the least going for them in your eyes? Which Star Trek villain do you find the least sympathetic? Be sure to cast your vote! The post Poll of the Week: Unforgivably Villainous appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  6. ((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, USS Atlantis, Deck 5, Sickbay)) ::The conflict that had consumed their small yet renowned vessel had finally come to completion. Their enemy, the one who had laid them low in a matter of minutes and ravaged the Atlantis was now seemingly destroyed. The Aeroshuttle was once more in her home affixed to the Atlantis and the recovery of their home was underway. A small part of that was the transference of Tarva and Raga from the vessel's med-bay to Sickbay. Transferred along with it was the EMH that had been tending to them both. The two resided on bio-beds side-by-side. Though, in the first few hours power was restored the room would become quite cramped with the sheer number of casualties.:: ::The worst cases laid on beds while those less so had likely been sent to makeshift triage centers in unoccupied rooms on the ship. Perhaps the officer's mess or some other location suitable. Had he been conscious, Toryn would no doubt be grateful they had survived. Or wanting to help recovery efforts. It was then perhaps a good thing he could not. He wasn't even aware of the change in location. Nor the sounds of pain coming from his fellow crew mates. He was still standing on the top of Azure Peak, staring at himself, eyes agape and utterly confused.:: Raga: Who are you? ART: Why you of course. Raga: Me? ::he shook his head slowly and glanced about.:: I don't understand. ART: I'm not surprised. ::Scoffs:: You probably think you're actually back on Devron. ::Toryn looked up at the eerie reflection of himself and scowled, brow furrowing as he walked slow circles around the doppelganger.:: Raga: But this is Devron...::His voice trailed off uncertainly:: ART: Is it? ::The double of himself shook his head and turned slowly. As he did the surroundings seemed to shimmer and the white, frigid landscape gave way to the dark barely illuminated corridors of the Atlantis. The Officer's mess, he was there staring out at space. At the alien craft that had impaled their beloved ship.:: Raga: The attack...that's right. We're under attack. I have to help the crew. ::Toryn spun around and saw the memory of the collision playing out in slow motion. Of everyone tossed around from the impact. Of the door exploding open as the robots attacked, slew one of the crew. Maimed the other. Knight. McKnight. Williams. Each one of them had a spider on them, clawing at them. The laser cutters slicing them apart.:: Raga: NO! ::Reflexively he reached out to try and help, to run to them to help but he found his movements were like trudging through molasses. Yet the doppelganger moved fluidly, merely strolling through the slow motion scene with his arms behind his back.:: Raga: This is wrong...this didn't happen this way. Only two spiders made it in...they didn't die! ::Williams was sliced in the middle, while McKnight he watched lose his head to the laser cutter of the bot that took him to the ground. Toryn saw Knight being cut apart before he closed his eyes, a well of tears in his eyes as he looked away.:: ART: They might as well have. They had you to protect them. ::The double stood beside him, a vile smirk curling the corners of his mouth.:: ART: I'm surprised. To be honest. You managed to get a shuttle. ::Toryn opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the pilot's seat of the Lyoness. His doppelganger in the seat opposite him, feet propped up on the console. Elbow on the arm rest of the chair and his chin cradled in his fingers.:: Raga: Yes...I did..Williams and I..we got outside. We took the fight to them. ART: Mm, you did. For all the good it did you. ::The two spider bots that had stowed away on his shuttle encroached on him as he spun in his chair. He saw the transporter beam that he was using to relocate the bridge team appear in the open cabin. Seeing their outline a moment. Only to hear a heavy thud on the front of the shuttle. When he spun around, Toryn saw them materialize out in space before the Lyoness. Serala. Brell. Logan. Jann. And he screamed once more in terror. Rage. Anguish.:: Raga: STOP IT! I saved them...they made it to Engineering. ::He snapped his head towards his double as the bot leaped onto his back. That painful burning of the laser cutter he could feel once more in his shoulder.:: ::The readouts on his bio-bed sounded an alert that had the EMH rushing to it, the red-haired hologram quickly inspected the readouts. One of the nurses beside her. :: EMH: There's a registered spike in his brain activity he's going into cardiac arrest. Get me twenty milligrams of lectrazine! Nurse: Yes, doctor. ::he quickly loads a hypospray and hands it to her.:: ::The EMH quickly injects the medicine into the side of his neck, the tell tale hiss of the contents being thrust into his bloodstream. A few seconds passed before the alerts silenced and the readings on his vitals returned to their weak, but momentarily stable levels. The holographic physician sighed and handed the empty hypo back to the nurse.:: EMH: That worked. He's stable again...for now. Lieutenant JG Toryn Raga Security Officer USS Atlantis NCC-74682 Writer ID: A239410TR0 Great sim @Toryn Raga!
  7. Sad day for humanity. Rest In Peace Stephen Hawking. May you find all that you need in this new phase of your exist… https://t.co/z1KL5UbcIh

  8. Does anyone play a sentient hologram

    Very interesting discussion!
  9. Does anyone play a sentient hologram

    Glad this already exists I was considering asking about playing a hologram till I saw this
  10. I think I'm having some issues

    Hi T'Katt! You're definitely added to the group, and you should be able to send emails to it from your email address as you have been doing. If you'd like to view and/or post from the group's web interface (which is the provided link), you'll need a Google account. I believe you can create one with your existing email here: https://accounts.google.com/signupwithoutgmail You need to manually add your character's name to the subject line of your sims. So for you, you'd put something like: Cadet Dugoras - The Title of My Sim I think I've sorted your forum issue, but if you have any problems, please let me know.
  11. I think I'm having some issues

    I Posted this here as I am having a hard time navigating the site and forums, many I cant view or post in and I'm waiting to be approved or something 0n this site. I'm playing as T'Katt Dugoras. So here's it all. I got approved and have started training but something aren't working right it seems. 1. I got an email telling me I was added to a google group, but if I click that link it take me to a page saying I cant view the group as I am not a member and it want me to sign into gmail, but I get all the emails from that group in my yahoo inbox and replying seems to work fine. Whats the deal with this and how does it affect my simming properly? is Yahoo not a good Email for this system? 2. I noticed in peoples reply emails its listed with their names before the title or subject line example: [sb118-acedemy2] Cadet so-n-so (: or -) Title or subject But mine appears [sb118-acedemy2] title or subject Is this due to a setting I am not aware of or because I cant view the group from that link? 3. The whole needing approved for the forums thing, I hit sign up filled out the info used the name CoryCodeRed as its my generic online handle and went to my email for the verification part but it took me to a screen saying i needed approved still and today as well I can only access as guest. not sure if this is just due to some delayed reactions or something else. Other than this I am enjoying the experience and hope to get things sorted out for the future
  12. Promotions for February

    The staff of UFOP: StarBase 118 would like to take a moment and recognize the following officer on his recent promotions! Please be sure to say congratulations if you see him around the forums! ANDARIS TASK FORCE Jarred Thoran to Lieutenant Commander The post Promotions for February appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  13. Why did you apply to join our community?

    I'm looking forward to learning more about star trek and this will be my first experience in this type of rpg I figured I would see how it works out
  14. February 2018 post counts

    In the second month of 2018 (2395 for our characters), members of the StarBase 118 Fleet wrote a total of 1,173 sims across seven ships/installations. Leading the fleet in sim numbers for February was the Embassy of Duronis II with 218 sims. Next came the Andaris Task Force at 206 sims followed by the USS Constitution with 176 sims. Check out some of the highlights of this past month’s simming through our Appreciations forum, where you and your fellow members can nominate sims, great quotes, and other memorable moments for the rest of the fleet to enjoy! The post February 2018 post counts appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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  16. Join us in the fleetwide OOC chat today

    Join us in the chat room for our monthly OOC chat today (Sunday, March 11) at 10am Pacific / 1pm Eastern / 5pm London / 4am+1 Sydney (AUS). (See your timezone here.) Click here to join the chat on Discord. It’s fun and easy, and only takes a minute to get set up if you’ve never signed up on before. Our monthly chats are a place to meet other members of the fleet, catch up on current fleet events, share stories, and talk about Star Trek. Especially if you’ve never attended a chat before, we hope you’ll participate this month! The post Join us in the fleetwide OOC chat today appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  17. From the archive: Writing Challenge 2009

    Our community Writing Challenge ran from 2003 to 2014 and provided players with writing prompts six times a year. Prompts could be anything from “a character’s sacrifice” to “where do you see the universe in 10 years.” Over the course of 11 years, an anthology of creative writing was produced. While the challenge ended in 2014 after a long and successful run, there’s lots to read and remember from this archive. In this column, we’ll be looking back at some of the highlights. This month’s edition includes two entries from Jan/Feb 2009. The challenge was simple: “Inheritance” Let’s take a look at some of the stories that were produced! “Only One Constant” by Nemitor A glimpse into everyday life in the Federation that shows its citizens in a more rounded, less idealistic way. It starts off murky, giving little detail into when the story takes place, is it prior to the Federations founding? As the story continues, more is revealed and towards the end provides an excellent commentary about the cost of life in the Federation, the sacrifices those on the frontier make for society to enjoy its standard of living. “A Viking’s Call” by Toni Turner A tale that thrusts you into the heart of the action. A pitched battle against sword wielding Jem’Hadar using bows and swords. The story gives little background on what is going on, are they on the holodeck, is it a dream or an actual battle, which rather than detract from the story actually helps instil a sense of mystery and helps draw the reader in, leaving them wanting to know more. Hungry for more? Check out more entries from the 2009 contest in the Hall of Fame by clicking here. The post From the archive: Writing Challenge 2009 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  18. Poll of the Week: What a Novel Idea!

    Books. You can’t escape them, and in this poll-poser’s opinion, that’s a fantastic state of affairs! That said, it can be surprising to realize just how prevalent books seem to be in the universe of Star Trek. Picard obviously took great pride and joy in his substantial collection of literature, and we have witnessed a variety of other characters reading classic novels, Shakespearean works, and other leisure texts. Fiction, in some form or fashion, is an indelible part of our lives, and the same goes for the characters we write for. This week’s poll asks you to share your character’s favorite type of story or book. Is your character more drawn to action and adventure, or maybe they’re more fond of romantic or dramatic works? Perhaps they share an appreciation for tales or legends from their own cultural heritage. Or do they not enjoy any sort of fiction whatsoever? Give us your vote, and if you’re feeling brave, let us know the specific story or book, and explain what significance it has for your character in the comments section! The post Poll of the Week: What a Novel Idea! appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  19. ((Planetary sciences lab, USS Atlantis)) :: Torali was studying some unusual plants that they had picked up here in the expanse, an activity that she enjoyed doing. She wished they could have taken some samples of the lower evolved life forms as well, particularly those that would have fallen within the insect classification. It would have been very informative to see how they interacted with the various different types of plants available here on the ship. :: :: She had just finished examining a section of climbing vine under the microscope when. :: Serala: =/\= Yellow alert. All hands to general quarters. =/\= :: Trouble… she looked over at the plants, then stood up and started to move them one by one back into the special containment pods that regulated their light, water, humidity, temperature and environment. She was just picking up the last one when another announcement came over the ships internal PA system. :: Serala: =/\= Red alert. Brace for impact. =/\= :: Torali hurried to secure the plant, closing the door of the containment pod and……… She was thrown through the air, slamming into the ceiling, bouncing off to hit one of the other work stations before she struck the wall. :: ((Time Jump)) :: Torali opened her eyes slowly, she was in pain, a lot of it. She tried to move but failed. She heard whimpering, wondered where it came from and then realized that it was her, she was the one whimpering. :: :: It was a struggle but she managed to move her left arm enough to push whatever was on her back off. She had to wait a few moments while she tried to catch her breathe but even that hurt. Finally pushing with her left arm again she managed to get her chest off the floor. Enough so that she could tap her comms badge. Nothing happened so she tried again. :: oO Something…. must be…. Wrong…. with the…… communications system…. The lights were out…. No… not out…. Emergency lights were on… something had happened…. What…. She had been thrown…. Who had…. No… not who…. What…. If lights were off…. Then she was on her own…. No comms…. What had happened…. What…. :: :: At this point she passed out again. :: ((Short time jump)) :: Torali felt pain, waves of it crashing against her senses, jolting her to consciousness. She remained motionless. Slowly her thoughts collected, weird memories, visions, bounced around like pieces of some kind of mental jigsaw. Something happened…. a collision…. How… :: :: She opened her eyes, tried to but only one would open and even that hurt, her face was wet, she lifted her head, whatever it was, was sticky. It took her a few moments to realize that it was blood, her blood. Power was still out, only a feeble bit of illumination came from the emergency lights. :: :: She tried to move her arms under her to push herself up from the floor but a fresh wave of pain flashed through her, crashing against her senses, threatening to pull her under, she fought it even as a scream of pain exploded out of her. :: Elzizabath: AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: Her left arm was a single throbbing mass of pain, any attempt to use it resulted in more pain. She lay there sobbing, tears running down her face as she tried to control her breathing. Her mind struggled to make sense of what was happening. :: :: She had to check it, had to know what was wrong with it. Somehow she managed to roll towards her right arm, new waves of pain slashed into her as she did, someone was shrieking, high toned animal like sounds that grated against her mind. Who could it be, why… :: ((Short time jump)) :: She woke up, opened her eyes, one eye was glued shut, it would not respond but she was looked up at the ceiling, not the floor. She had rolled over, her breathing was ragged, the pain was a dull throb that danced along her nerves, constant, why had she rolled over…. Her arm… she needed to examine her arm…:: :: She took a big deep breath and moved, pushing herself up using her right arm, regretting it as soon as she did it. Fresh waves of agony slammed into her brain, forcing another scream out of her. :: Elzizabath: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! :: One that was followed by shrieks… :: Ahhhhh.. hhhhhhh… sshhhsshh…. Aaaahhhhhhh… :: shrieks… it had been her… not someone else… she was alone. :: :: She looked down at her arm, it was covered in blood, bent at a weird angle and she could see something sticking out of her arm, something white and jagged, something…. It was one of her arm bones. :: :: Her head sagged back, she knew she was in trouble, no one had come looking, maybe no one would. :: :: She tried to collect her thoughts, to remember her training. This was part of her basic medical training at the Academy, so much like what she had learned back home as a child. She had to deal with it, she had to do it now before she became too weak from blood loss. :: :: She looked around, her vision swimming in and out of focus, spotted one of the roller chairs lying on its side partly on top of her left leg. She had to think about her breathing, sweat started to run into her one open eye. She blinked rapidly, the chair, it might work. :: :: She lifted her right leg, tried to shift the chair closer, gritted her teeth as she did. The pain, something was wrong with her left leg as well. She fought to keep her eye open, blinking to focus her vision. Hooked the far side of the chair with her right foot, edged it closer. The top suddenly shifted and it fell towards her, hitting her belly, wrenching another scream out of her as it did. :: Elzizabath: AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: She felt a wave of oblivion crashing down over her, her vision faded, darkness swept over her…. NNOOOOOOO…. She snapped her head back, banging it against the deck, the sudden pain snapping her eye back open, more moans whimpered out of her uncontrollably. :: :: She fought it, visions of her mother, father, siblings, home all jumbled, all chaotic crashing through her thoughts, fracturing them, making it hard to think. What was she doing, why was she doing it, was it important, all she wanted to do was sleep. Again she slammed her head back, the impact cleared her thoughts, her arm, she had to fix it. :: :: Torali blinked and looked, the chair was closer, on her, she reached out with her right hand, fumbled, than grasped the material of her left sleeve, she lifted, white hot pain, searing, blinding, slammed into her senses, the scream exploded out of her. :: Elzizabath: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: Somehow she managed to keep lifting it, to flop her left hand, the wrist into the junction where the arm of the chair and the back met. Every movement was sheer agony, she wanted it to end, even death would be better than this pain, NNOOOO…… she gritted her teeth, the shrieks of pain rumbled past her teeth, her lips peeled back, air racing in and out of her lungs, her entire body shuddering as she fought the dizziness, her single eye, looking down her body, seeking, looking, blurring in and out as she blinked rapidly, knowing what she had to do, dreading it, then kicking out with her right foot, kicking the chair, yanking her left arm…. :: Elzizabath: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! ((Search and rescue efforts same desk)) :: Asno paused to wipe the sweat from his face, blinking his eyes as he did due to the sting of the salt. The air was starting to get stagnant, even worse you could see it thanks to the faint hint of smoke and other contaminates floating in it. :: Savil: Did you hear that? Plito: Hear what? :: He replied as he glanced over at the Vulcan scientist. :: Savil: Sounded like a scream. Plito: No. Not very likely either. Not with the amount of damage in this section. Savil: You forget I am Vulcan, we have superior hearing. Plito: :: Asno turned with a grin on his face even as he replied. :: Superior? Savil: To that of most species, just not Andorians, Caitians, Worene, Plito: Etc, etc, etc. I get it. Savil: Still I am sure I heard someone scream. :: Asno considered the possibilities that they might have missed someone in this section of the ship, especially as it was so close to the area where the alien vessel had impacted. The very simple fact that they had already found and tagged 3 dead crewmen for retrieval later would seem to make it highly unlikely, still if there was anything he had learned from doing this kind of job was that anything could happen. :: Plito: If you’re sure then I guess we better double check this entire section again. :: With that said he turned and started to work his way back, looking everywhere and checking everything, his powerful halogen light making a difficult job a little easier. :: ((Planetary sciences lab)) :: She groaned, her one eye lid fluttered, then opened. The room was dimly lit, the red warning light blinked on and off. Agony washed over her and she fought to lift her head, looking down at her arm. It was covered in blood but she could no longer see any sign of the bone sticking out. She was not sure if that was a good thing. She tried to move that arm but all it did was send another wave of pure senses shattering pain slamming into her brain. :: :: She felt weak, dizzy with her vision blurring in and out. She had to struggle to control her breathing, to slow it down. Somewhere within her thoughts was the knowledge that she had to, that it was important for some reason. Regardless the simple act of slowing down her breathing helped her, ideas, thoughts, memories skittered across her mind, some ridiculous, some fragmented and some were tantalizingly distracting. :: :: Slowly things made sense, thoughts blended, coalesced into useful ideas, into priorities. Her arm, she needed to stop the bleeding, to treat it before she got any weaker. Her head slowly rotated as her eye searched, looking around, checking the room within her area of sight, looking for anything she might be able to use. :: :: The room was a mess and most of it was out of sight, blocked by work stations, tables, chairs, debris of all kinds. All around her was shattered equipment, scientific devices, things useful in research but completely useless for her current needs. Still a part of her mind scratched at her thoughts, frantic with the need to get her attention, to focus her mind, intellect battered and near to shattering but frantic with the primitive need for survival. :: :: Fear fought with pain, both threatened to overwhelm her mind, to drown it in an avalanche of dread and agony until death silenced them both. Her head continued to move, her eye to search, thoughts bounced, fragmented, scattered like her vision, blurring in and out. :: :: Suddenly her head stopped moving as her thoughts congealed. For a moment her vision was stunningly clear. Near her was a lab coat, poking out from under some debris, so far away but still, a lab coat. :: :: She reached out with her good arm, pulling herself towards it, pushing with her one leg, fighting the waves of pain that threatened to drown her in a sea of tranquil night. She heard whimpers, mindless moans of pain, some part of her aware that they came from her, not caring, just reaching, pushing, inching closer to her goal. Tears poured from her one eye, the one not glued shut, vision blurring in and out, darkness threatening to engulf her again, like some creature of the deep, swimming closer, there but just out of reach, hungry, relentless. :: :: Visions of her mother, the academy, father, siblings, space, home, friends all danced through her thoughts, distracting, elusive, like mirages, confusing her, the coat, she had to reach the coat, why, why was it so important. She kept moving, pushing, reaching, why, nothing made sense, all she wanted to do was sleep, to drift off, to escape the pain. :: :: Her fingers finally touched it, so far, she had come so far, mere feet, endless feet, why, why did she need it, the pain kept washing over her, her vision fading in and out and always there just out of reach prowled death, insatiable, hungry, patient. :: :: She squirmed a little closer, her fingers grasping, grabbing, holding as she pulled, strained, it weighed tons, fought her, immobile, resolute, then it suddenly moved, stunning her as she hit herself, gasping at the sudden pain even as she pulled it free, dragged it over her, onto her. She rolled onto her side, the effort bringing more tears to her eyes, sweat pouring down her face and another scream from her ravaged throat. :: Elzizabath: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: She sobbed uncontrollably as she struggled to wrap her arm, her efforts causing her wound to soak the white garment in moments even as she pulled it tighter, another scream exploding out of her even as the waves of darkness leapt back, scattered by the pain. :: Elzizabath: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! :: She secured the makeshift bandage, then wrapped the excess around her arm, her eye fluttering, the lid so very heavy as she slipped into the darkness, drifting off, lost in the dark. :: ((Nearby)) :: The two men searched through the debris, carefully shining their halogen lights into the dark and smoke fogged areas that they could not safely reach themselves. :: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Savil: There it is again. Plito: Ok. That time I heard it. Savil: I think it came from that corridor over there. :: As he said it he pointed to where one wall was buckled in so badly that it almost completely blocked the corridor he was pointing at. :: Plito: Team 3 should have checked that corridor out from the other side. :: As he said it he shone his light over the damage. :: Savil: Could the corridor be blocked from the other side as well? Plito: Maybe. :: He replied as he climbed up some debris to get closer to the damage. :: But it looks pretty clear once you get about 20 feet further down. Savil: I will radio team 3 and let them know. Plito: No. We are a lot closer, besides I think we can crawl through here if we are careful. Savil: :: He felt his left eye brow rise as he looked at the narrow gap that was still clear. :: I think it may be a good thing that we missed lunch. Plito: :: When he heard what his friend had said he could not help turning and looking back even as he replied. :: And you keep trying to tell me that Vulcans do not have a sense of humor. Savil: A simple statement of fact is not a humorous joke. Plito: If you say so. :: He replied as he lay on his side and started to crawl, pull and push himself through the thin gap. :: :: Savil watched for a few moments and when it was obvious that his friend was going to make it through he carefully climbed up the debris piled around the thin gap before he started to climb through as well. :: :: It took the two of them 3 or 4 minutes to do so safely, the two walls so close together in spots that it touched their chests and backs at the same time and they had to turn their heads sideways. Still they made it although there were a couple close calls, especially when Asno’s pants got caught on something and he had to rip them free in order to keep moving. :: :: Once on the other side they both looked around. :: Plito: Any suggestions? Savil: The only thing I can suggest would be to try the planetary science labs. :: As he said it he indicated the partly damaged door to their right that was partially buried under debris and rubble. :: Plito: :: He moved closer to the door, examining it with his light. :: We might be able to force it, at least enough so that we could get in and search it. Savil: I believe you may be right. :: He replied as he moved up beside Asno and the two of them grabbed hold and pushed or pulled depending on their position. :: :: They both strained, sweat running down Asno’s face but slowly, bit by bit they were able to move the door, not a lot, but enough so that they could slid past it and enter the room. :: Plito: This place sure took a beating. :: He stated as they moved carefully through the mess, everything seemed to be damaged, moved or thrown about. :: Savil: Over here. :: He called to his friend as he moved towards the young woman lying in a pool of blood. :: Plito: :: Asno moved swiftly and banged his knee on a piece of projecting metal. :: Ooww. Savil: Are you OK? Plito: Yeah. :: He replied as he knelt beside the young woman and started to assess her injuries. :: That’s a bad break. :: He said indicating the woman’s arm. :: Looks like she straightened it herself. Savil: Is her condition as bad as it looks? Plito: Worse. If we had not found her she would have bleed out in less than an hour. As it is it will probably be touch and go. Savil: If you do not need me I will go and get a stretcher team. Plito: I should be ok. :: He replied as his friend got up and carefully made his way to the door. As for him he did what he did best, do the impossible and save a life in crappy conditions with only an emergency medical kit. :: ************************************ PNPC – Ensign Torali Azivalora Poracin Elzizabath Science Officer USS Atlantis, NCC-74682 And PNPC – Ensign Asno Plito Paramedic/Emergency Combat Medic USS Atlantis, NCC-74682 As simmed by Cmdr. Tal Tel-ar Chief Security & Tactical Officer USS Atlantis, NCC-74682 darylpea[...]@hotmail.com Daryl.Pea[...]@ontario.ca Tal Tel-ar’s Writer’s ID: T237708TT0
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  21. New Academy Graduates

    Please welcome our newest Academy graduates to the UFOP: StarBase 118 fleet: Dante Termine, Sotak, and Walt Thompson! The post New Academy Graduates appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  22. Every month, the Academy staff works to compile the statistics about our recruiting and training for the fleet’s informational purposes. Let’s take a look at how we did as a fleet in February This first graph depicts the number of applications that we have received each month this year. After our huge number of recruits in January, we put a pause on our campaigns to give our training team a little break, and opportunity to work through the backlog: The following chart shows how our new members found us, according to their application: This final graph shows how many people graduated from the Academy during the month of February. As a fleet, we had nine Academy graduates in February. This number includes eight graduates who applied in January. Three of our four new applicants started their training in February but their training did not conclude until the beginning of March. These new recruits are the lifeblood of our community. Without them, it becomes difficult to keep our ships fully crewed and even more difficult to grow the fleet. If you’d like to help us recruit more members and grow our fleet, you can join the Publicity Team using this form. The post Applications and Academy Graduates for February 2018 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  23. We post community news every day here on our website blog, and it plays a vital part in not only showing prospective members how active our community is, but also helping our search engine rankings and, of course, informing our community about what’s happening! You can help us put together interesting content for our community by joining the News Team – the commitment is about one hour a month, and participating is super easy. Here’s how it works: Each month, you’ll get a list of article ideas. You can come up with your own article, if you have something you want to write about, or choose one of the suggestions. Then, using the guidance on our wiki area, you’ll put together an article to be posted before the end of the month. You’ll add it to our WordPress site and submit it to the news queue for review by the team facilitator. Participating on the News Team is a great way to contribute to the overall fleet, and to show your captain that you’re interested in working toward promotion. Get started by entering your information into the form below. It’ll be sent to the team facilitator who will welcome you to the team and direct you on what to do next! Your preferred email address* Your primary character name* Your current ship*Please choose... USS Atlantis USS Constitution-B USS Gorkon USS Veritas Andaris Task Force Duronis II Embassy StarBase 118 Ops Comments This field is for validation purposes and should be left unchanged. The post The News Team is looking for creative writers appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  24. Join us in the chat room for our monthly OOC chat on Sunday, March 11 at 10am Pacific / 1pm Eastern / 5pm London / 4am+1 Sydney (AUS). Click here to see when the chat starts in your timezone, and add this chat to your calendar with a quick and easy link. Our monthly chats are a place to meet other members of the fleet, catch up on current fleet events, share stories, and talk about Star Trek. Especially if you’ve never attended a chat before, we hope you’ll participate this month! The post Mark your calendar: Fleetwide OOC chat on Sunday, March 11 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  25. Each month we interview a First Officer or Commanding Officer of the fleet as part of our “First Officer in Focus” and “Captain’s Corner” columns to get to know them better, and learn more about what their positions entail. This month, we’re interviewing the First Officer of Starbase 118 Ops, Lieutenant Commander Taelon, an El-Aurian male. Let’s get started! TRAENOR: Tell us a little about the writer behind Taelon. Where do you hail from, and what are you up to when you’re not simming? TAELON: I’m a 30-something web designer for the northwestern USA. My hobbies outside of simming are programming, digital art (and photoshopping) and other escapist hobbies. El-Aurians are not a common species seen around the fleet. What is it about these long-lived people that made you want to try your hand at playing as one? The El-Aurians are a race that has a very vague but traumatic backstory – with their planet and most of their species taken by the Borg, I thought it’d be interesting to try my hand at a ‘young’ El-Aurian, one who was born after the loss of the homeworld and the loss of the majority of their population. The canonical vagueness about their culture also left things about various ethnic groups open for invention, which has been a lot of fun. What ships have you served on and what duty posts have you played so far in your Starfleet career? Just Ops (and the Connie through my secondary character). I’ve primarily served as a science officer, which I’ve found is quite a free position. Tell us more about your writing style. What’s your process for putting together a sim? Honestly, it’s pretty simple – I do my best to read over all the other sims relating to my scene (provided my inbox filters don’t fail me!) and then have Taelon react to circumstances in character. Are there elements of real life that you especially enjoy incorporating into your simming? I don’t know if I’d say I enjoy it, as such, but my character and I share a major anxiety disorder – and it’s been interesting showing my own experiences through the very different lens of a spacefaring alien while still trying to keep his experiences his own. What has been the greatest challenge, in character and out of character, with the command experience? I have a fair amount of OOC experience at RP admin/GMing, but in character…let’s just say there’s reason the IC promotion hasn’t happened yet! OOC it’s been fine and fun, but Taelon doesn’t have a very huge sense of self-worth, so he needs a bit of work before the promotion will make sense. Looking back on your experience so far, what would be one piece of advice you’d give to anyone who’s just joined? Join the Science department! I’m not entirely kidding – there’s often the assumption that Starfleet scientists must be devoted to ‘dull’ sciences like weather patterns or geology (which aren’t dull, dangit!), but in reality, science can be anything. Want to play a forensic ballistics expert? Science! A cybernetics mad scientist? Science! A designer of huge [...] bombs? Also science! Thanks so much for your time! You can read more about LtCmdr Taelon on the wiki. The post First Officers in Focus – Taelon, Starbase 118 Ops appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  26. Bio?

    That's perfect, thank you! There is just too much to choose from, it's overwhelming.
  27. Bio?

    Totally. Check this out: https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Starfleet_Academy_Curriculum (And once you finish training and get a wiki account, you can use the info at the bottom to add your curriculum to your wiki profile!)
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