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  3. StarBase 118 Staff

    Maxwell Traenor promoted to Commander

    The Captains Council is pleased to announce that Maxwell Traenor, First Officer of the USS Constitution, has been promoted to the rank of Commander! Cheers to Commander Traenor, and here’s to many more years of simming with UFOP: SB118! Click here to head to the forums and add your congratulations on this promotion. Traenor first joined the fleet in 2014, and was assigned the Apollo as a science officer, and later the Chief Science Officer. He served as the first officer of the Darwin for a period of time, and has also played aboard the Za before ending up on the Constitution as her First Officer. The writer behind Traenor, Jason, has been highly decorated in our community, having received the TOSMA Award, Neelix Award, B-Plot Award, Pathfinder Award, Cochrane Award, Silver Palm, Khan Award, Strange Medallion, and Boothby Award! In addition, he has received the Excellence in Training badge and Commendant’s Citation badge for his work in the Academy Training program. He was both a Top Sims Contest Round Winner, as well as a Top Sims Contest Set Winner, was also a Writing Challenge Runner-Up, and a Featured Bio Winner. As mentioned, he’s an active participant in our Academy Training program, but he also manages our vital Community News program with aplomb. Before that, he ran the Top Sims Contest (after his various wins in the contest, of course!) for many years with precision. You can read more about him in these interviews: FIRST OFFICERS IN FOCUS – MAXWELL TRAENOR, CONSTITUTION TRAINED BY THE BEST: MAXWELL TRAENOR THE LOWER DECKS: LT JG MAXWELL TRAENOR The promotion to the rank of commander is a joyous occasion in our community – the result of years of writing, mentoring, and learning the ropes. The multi-step process in a promotion to Commander starts with a nomination from two members of the fleet at or above the rank of Commander, followed by an initial vote from the Captains Council to allow the examination process to begin. Then, the member must pass both a written exam, and a practical exam. Finally, another vote by the Captains Council confirms the promotion. Candidates must show that they have great simming skills, strong knowledge of Star Trek, and the foundations of leadership and teaching skills. The post Maxwell Traenor promoted to Commander appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  4. Jarred Thoran

    Unknown - Where We Find Hell

    @Kali Nicholotti This was breathtakingly beautiful!!! ((Space and Time)) ::Trapped within the tendrils of concepts that could only be moderately understood, existed reality. What was and what wasn’t found itself cornered on the edge of an acuminous blade, dancing amid the recitation of facts spoke in mendacity. Statements made to persist would always fall haphazardly on the side of history, while history itself found its place within the ever encroaching Cimmerian shade.:: ::Life, and death, were one and the same, neither surpassing or superior to the other. In the growing darkness, perpetually expanding, life made its futile attempts at gaining footholds, and yet, contrary to its ignorant declarations, it did not endure. All that was, all that endured, was annihilation, as the darkness of the universe closed in and suffocated all that it surrounded.:: ::And in time, all things that were, all things that would be, sought absolution.:: :: But the Terrans, and their allies, were inconversant with the very universe they traversed and professed to understand. Though they could see into the inky blackness, they did not know her, nor could they. They did not recognize the persistent tightening of the noose, nor, in their self-proclaimed enlightenment, did they fathom the nefarious malignance that was inherent within the very absence of all. Nothing was intrinsically auspicious as the creatures believed. And it would be that belief that would guide them all to a decisively premature eradication.:: :: Contrary to the purported cogitations of those same creatures, who, in reality, knew far less than their egotistical minds asserted, space was far from the vacuous vacuity it was postulated to be. No, it was saturated with things and concepts that the fracturable beings could never hope to comprehend. Waves of information traversed vast distances in ways yet to be discovered by the simple minds housed within the metallic structures that carried them, against which those very swells broke as if they had found their way to some cosmic beach. With the compounded force of the universe's lackadaisical stance and the pernicious tendencies of the dark nonexistence, it reverberated through the so-called marvel of Terran engineering at incomprehensible speeds.:: ::Simple minds would never cognize the unbounded knowledge held within the copious darkness, despite their incessant attempts to do just that. The edge of a perpetual ledge would be all that the infinitesimal creatures would ever be able to see, with everything else concealed within the lightlessness of an abyss so immense that only itself knew its bounds.:: ::If there was a hell, it would be found within the obscurity of the nothingness. Shrouded in a treacherous elegance, dotted with a million pin[...]s of white-hot light, death would continue to entice life into its unyielding grasp. And life, incognizant of the indiscriminance of it all, would linger on the very threshold of decimation, seeking to enter into the depths of their own demise.:: ::Eventually, the crepuscular waves would rise to meet those who remained. Then, in contempt of everything that life had cretinously professed, only darkness would remain.:: ::The time was coming, evidenced by the first waves to meet the darkened rock on which multiple timelines would inevitably intersect. As life meddled, so too did the ever constricting helix of desolation. In one solidified moment everything changed.:: ::In one solidified moment, the nothingness once again stole the surface for its own. Life, having just encroached on this beach within the cosmic sea, was once again gone, leaving only emptiness, and two silently floating starships, behind.:: TBC The Abyss of Space As simmed by: Fleet Captain Kalianna Nicholotti Ambassador at Large USS Blackwell Andaris Task Force R238605KN0
  5. ((USS Narendra - Sickbay)) ::She wasn't pleased. That much was evident by the tapping foot and disgruntled expression. But all these were characteristic of the model doctor she was based off of. Protocol and following orders from Starfleet officers were subroutines that were still there. The EMH sighed. No actual air entered her lungs or exited. Just the appearance of it, an aesthetic feature to make patients more comfortable.:: EMH: Then I shall begin immediately. Silveira: Good. Look discreetly through the ships systems, nothing thorough so you won't activate security failsafes the Romulans set up. Just have a general look around for now. ::She tried not to look to annoyed. Instead nodding and moving to one of the consoles. She stood a little further off, mumbling to herself about how foolish this all sounded. But what did she know? In all honesty, she had only been active for a total of 10 hours since the ship was made operational. And it was just to check her systems and now. Which meant she was … 10 hours old! So… what did she know?:: Maxwell: Sickbay is clear. ::To Elspeth.:: Made a wee friend as well, commander. Might be helpful. Silveira: Thank you Doctor ::She nodded from her station. A hand reaching up to push back the red locks that tickled her ear. Well, that would have tickled her ear if she actually felt it. Then turned back to begin looking through the ships computers. She wasn't sure what to look for though. After all, they were vague at best instructions. But she opted to put everything back into her memory bank, ready to retrieve it on command.:: Elspeth/McLaren/: ? Zel: Well, unfortunately I see your good news and raise you the fact that I think our main team was captured by the Romulans… Maxwell: Aye, well it’s a work in progress. ::To Sil.:: Right pal? Silveira: Are you certain. ::It sounded like there was trouble elsewhere on the ship. Not that a ship full of Romulan's wasn't enough. But that doctor in her became concerned, what if there were injured? Would they be brought to Sickbay? Not likely…:: Elspeth/McLaren: ? Maxwell: The Narendra’s emergency doctor. ::He paused, turning.:: Um, what should we call you? Besides doctor….? EMH: ::she eyed the man.:: Doctor is fine. ::no sense in giving them one more thing to remember. Doctor was easy to remember. Plus she didn't have a name per say. Not like they did. Just a title for her particular program associated with this ship.:: Elspeth/McLaren: ? Silveira: Do you have a lock on the Captain’s team? Are you certain Zel? Zel: Again! Home team, captured by Romulans and.. ::He looked back at the console:: Oh shit, they’re on the move. Halvsies – half towards the bridge turbolift and half towards… I dunno, looks like deck 21 which is the… ::A sigh:: The brig. Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell: ? Silveira: I am sorry but I don’t buy it. ::Oooo…. there was suddenly tensions rising in the immediate vicinity. The Cardassian/Bajoran hybrid met the one known as Vitor, gaze. The red headed hologram raised an eyebrow in junction with her thoughts.:: Zel: ? Silveira: I am not questioning your interpretation. To all effects they could be captured, but I know the Captain better than any of you here. Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell: ? Silveira: I know the Captain the longest. I served with him for years. They are working on their end of the plan. It’s the diplomatic part. ::She canted her head, fingered still sifting through data. Her eyes absorbed every iota of information. While her ears soaked up the itty bitty bit of drama being drawn out in her Sickbay. But of course… she couldn't leave well enough alone. Something that seemed common for computer programs designed to interact with the public.:: Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell: ? EMH: A great deal of confidence from someone not presence. ::she now looked over, pausing the computer.:: You know this all, it is fact? Silveira: No, I am not sure about. It’s a hunch. But I don’t think we should steer away from our focus because of their arrival. Specially now we got extra help. ::He smiled at the Doctor and shrugged.:: Our concern is with our end of the mission. At least for now. ::She wondered if there was more then just, ‘I know this person forever’ here. A deeper set emotion and feeling. The defensiveness and assurance could be taken as more for oneself, in order to convince oneself that a loved one was safe. Or a dear one. And this was the crew she was assigned too? Well, it certainly could be a lot, lot worse. Like stuck with Romulans. A group that didn't uphold Starfleet beliefs and protocols and rules and regulations…:: EMH: I fail to see the relevance of speculating one way or another. ::she spoke up. A glance between the two men.:: You should search for facts before jumping to action. Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell/Silveira: ? EMH: Perhaps you can tell me what it is you want me to find? ::she looked around.:: I can access a great deal of the ship’s systems unnoticed. But without something more specific it's a pointless exercise. Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell/Silveira: ? ::She looked at them, a raised eyebrow and the most obnoxious foot tapping. Then pinched the bridge of her nose. Not in annoyance, but thought. She was thinking. Thinking of what would be more useful, more effective. Everyone had an idea, a task she could easily do. Just not all at once. So…:: EMH: Sickbay can of course be secluded from the standard ventilation systems. There are manual shutoffs that wouldn't be detected by the computers. Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell/Silveira: ? EMH: So long as what you distribute is done outside of Sickbay’s vents, it'll distribute throughout quickly and not in here. Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell/Silveira: ? ::She nodded in agreeance. They could easily slip up into the vents from Sickbay, and crawl about till the reached the close off valve. Just beyond that and the rest of the ship will be breathing in whatever gas is put into the air. Only drawback, is any kind of detonation in the vents would trigger warnings on the bridge. So they would have to put it in a time release container or send someone one in to manually release. Which meant it was likely they would be affected. Unless you were a hologram…:: EMH: Unfortunately, anywhere else - unless also done manually - would alert the computer. ::deadpan.:: You will have to take the risk of your fellow officer being effected. Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell/Silveira: ? EMH: I believe you have a saying, “time is limited’. Zel/Elspeth/McLaren/Maxwell/Silveira: ? TBC/TAGs __________________ EMH USS Nerandra
  6. StarBase 118 Staff

    New Academy Graduates

    Please welcome our newest Academy graduates to the UFOP: StarBase 118 fleet: Angelo Valentino, Bran Maro, and Stephanie Thibodeaux! The post New Academy Graduates appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  7. Brell

    Lt JG Serala: The Hunt

    Lt JG Serala: The Hunt ((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Atlantis, NCC-74682, In Orbit around Lydor V)) Brell: Alright everyone, the hunt has begun. We aim not to destroy that ship but capture it and recover our people aboard. Dermont: response Serala: Au’e Riov! (Romulan: emphatic affirmative; Aye, Captain!) Brell: Take us out of orbit, signal The Observer, and our shuttle that we are leaving for awhile. :: Serala had forgotten again that she was supposed to be speaking Federation Standard, not Romulan; an old habit that sometimes reared its head when she was particularly excited or angry. Or, in this case, both. :: Serala: Au’e Riov! :: Sending the signal to The Observer, she turned her attention to her sensors, activation her subroutine and almost immediately getting a lock on the ship. :: Serala: I have them, Captain. Bearing 347 mark 065 mark 16. Range one-hundred thousand kilometers. Brell: Full impulse to that location! Gixu: Pulling from orbit, pursuit course laid in sir! Termine: Wait sir! Incoming transmission from Commander Tel-ar. Tel-ar: =/\= Cmdr. Tel-ar to the USS Atlantis. Emergency beam up authorized for Ensign Knight. Transport him directly to sickbay. =/\= oO Swell. And I was just starting to like that kid. Now he wants to go and pull a Raga on me! Oo Termine: I’ll need a few seconds to grab him captain, just one second! Brell: Take your time to do it right, but make it quick Ensign. Gixu: We’ve got to GO Dante, we’re going to loose them! ::The moments ticked by tensely. That ship with their chief Tactical/Security officer, and the their most senior Marine aboard it was slipping away, as was their ability to attempt to detect them.:: oO Come on! My dead ancestors could do it faster! Oo :: Not really, of course. Ensign Termine seemed to be quite capable at his job, but having smelled blood, she was like a shark ready to kill it’s prey. Of course, she couldn’t kill this prey. The Captain had already ordered them to take the ship, not destroy it. Still… :: Termine: Transport finished! Brell: Re-engage pursuit course. Gixu: You got it Captain! ::Soon they were open space and able to go to warp. Brell: Lieutenant Serala, focus your efforts on your cloak detection scheme. As well as be ready to target their engines. I know you will use a gentle touch to keep that thing in one piece but make sure they can’t go anywhere. Serala: Aye, sir! oO At least I said it in Federation Standard that time. Gentle touch, my rear. I guess if I must. Oo ::Pivoting to the Engineering station at the forward starboard side of the bridge near the doors to his ready room, Captain Brell next addressed the Chief Engineer. :: Brell: I need us ready to go to warp at moments notice, even if we are not yet in the stellar particle free corridor yet. Dermont: response ::Next he looked to the OPS station at the port rear of the the Bridge.:: Brell: Ensign, keep watch for the signal transponders of our away team members. We should be able to get a lock on them through the cloak that way as well. Between that, and Serala’s efforts we should be able to triaxlate their exact location and spatial alignment. oO Nice thinking. But, then that’s why he’s the Captain and You are still the Junior Tactical Officer. Oo Termine: Aye captain, ::Turning to Serala:: I’ll try to see if I can pick up a transponder lock from some long-range sweeps but if the ship is cloaked, it will be unlikely since most of the energy inside a cloak gets reflected back inwards but I think I just might have an idea. That just might do the trick. Serala: That would be extremely useful. What do you have in mind? Termine: :: walking over to join her at her console :: Well, remember the transmission from The Observer that I picked up earlier? If they’re still listening from that signal, we may be able to provoke a response from them. They’ll most likely disguise the carrier wave in the noise the same as the original. If we can pick it up we’ll be able to triangulate a rough place of origin and even may be able to find their cloak frequency based on the disturbances created then the signal passes through their cloak. Serala: That would be very helpful. Especially if they make it into that particle-free zone. My program loses all integrity if that happens. Termine: I’ll patch all my data through your console Lieutenant, and free up every joule of energy I can for the sweep, just let me know if you need anything. Serala: Make it happen, Ensign. I want this ship! :: As he walked back to his own station, she thought of the 27 lives lost when these robots attacked her ship Just a few short weeks ago. She had failed to detect the ship until it was just too late. That slip had cost those people their lives. She would not fail her ship and crew again. Nor would she let her best friend and Captain McKnight be captured during what was supposed to be a boarding action. :: Brell: I couldn't agree more Lieutenant. Gixu: Responses TAGS/TBC - Lt JG Serala, Security Officer USS Atlantis NCC-76482 A239412S10
  8. MSPNPC Arch Captain Rrytarr - They want to start a Holy War! ((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, Ranae Toxas System, Lydor V, Rrenkhetha, Docks, Tempest's Herald, Gangway)) Williams: Something like that?! :: he pointed at the city that was only a few hundred meters away but was suddenly covered in a large dust cloud:: What is going on in the city! :: Though they were well underway as the new arrival pointed out to the rest of them that something was wrong in the port they just left, Rrytarr cast his gaze back out at the holy city. Eyes widening as he saw dust clouds rising up from within the heart of it. :: Williams: Should we turn back captain? Rrytarr: No, our mission is to bring the truth of the Mother to others. The clergy within the city can tend to any wounded. And if it is they're time to join the Mother it is not our place to prevent it. Williams: I understand captain, but the people might need our help. Rrytarr: And there are those in Rrenkhetha who can aid them. Do I need to question my decision to bring you aboard Alik? ::Alex held up his arms, in acquiescence and Rrytarr accepted it.:: Williams: No need sir. I will follow your orders with the Mother as my witness! Rrytarr: Good. Now..let us all focus on...::Suddenly a disturbance in the city sent up even thicker clouds of dust, debris and from where they were the highest spires of the coral temple to the Mother began to crumble and fall to the ground:: Rrytarr: By the Mother! ::Tall waves began emanating from the massive island as the tremors expanded out beyond the landmass, kicking up the seas around their holy city. Seeing the temple suffer damage he stared, wide eyed at it. Did they do something wrong? Had the Mother become upset with them so much that she would destroy her own city? These questions and more raced through his mind as he watched several ships flee the docks that were breaking apart around them. Most capsizing from the high waves and turning over. But one sailed smoothly out of the turmoil. A vessel that brought a narrowed gaze from the Arch Captain. The Gub'kôj faithship was sailing out of the bay swiftly.:: oO We didn't do anything..it must have been those cursed Gub'kôji! Oo Rrytarr: Rurog! Bring us about hard! ::He pointed a webbed finger out towards the massive faithship still in the Bay of the Mother:: Rrytarr: Brothers and sisters, I do not know why our beloved city is being harmed. But I would bet my life that it is because of that! Gub'kôj has always been envious of the Mother...and now his infernal followers have attacked our holiest of cities. Williams/Sotak/Danara: responses Rrytarr: No Alik. We are not returning to the city. We're going to sink that accursed faithship! All hands, battle stations! ::The Arch Captain rushed up the steps to the helm, wresting it away from Rurog to guide their ship back towards the mouth of the Bay. His voice bellowing out far deeper than ever in his fanatical rage.:: Rrytarr: Ready harpoons and javelins! We're going to ram that ship! ::The Tempest's Herald titled from the hard turn but quickly came about and the sails caught the wind once more. Propelling the large copper clad ship back towards the mouth of the Bay. The slightly larger Gub'kôj faithship could clearly be seen now, its mass, pushing aside smaller wooden boats and rafts trying to escape the harbor. One was even crushed under its prow. Rrytarr turned the Herald so that it would be in position to ram into the starboard side of the other faithship the moment it came out of the harbor.:: Rrytarr: If the Gub'kôji want a holy war, they'll get one!! ((Tags/TBC)) ============================== MSPNPC Rrytarr Arch Captain of the Rrenkhethan Faithship, Tempest's Herald as humbly simmed by Lieutenant Toryn Raga Chief of Security and Tactical USS Atlantis NCC-74682 Writer ID: A239410TR0
  9. Just echoing those above in that it's not required that someone be in their 20s when they enter Starfleet Academy – that's simply a guideline. We've heard onscreen of characters, especially Vulcans, being much older.
  10. StarBase 118 Staff

    From the archive: Writing Challenge 2012

    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 August 2012. The challenge was simple: “A Moment In The Life Of…” Let’s take a look at some of the stories that were produced! “The Life in a Moment” by Velana At first glance, The Life in a Moment is one of the shorter entries in the writing challenge; however don’t let that deceive you. This is a short story, so well written that it really does tug at the heartstrings with its intensity, leaving you almost breathless. You may want to keep a tissue handy – it really is that good. As if that wasn’t enough, the writer also does an excellent job of tying the ending straight back to the beginning. “A Moment in the life of a miracle worker” by Jorus Cogud This entry is probably one of the most unique stories entered into the writing challenge. Correction – this poem. That’s right, this writer chose to break from the norm, creating a poem rather than the usual short story. And what a job they did! As you read over the lines, you can really envisage the scene, the chaos surrounding the character, almost as if it had been pulled directly from a scene in Star Trek. Hungry for more? Check out more entries from the 2012 contest in the Hall of Fame by clicking here. The post From the archive: Writing Challenge 2012 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  11. Also remember that not all species mature at the same rate - and that with medical science being much farther progressed in the future, joining as a student who is older than early twenties could still mean your character is quite youthful in their late 20's or 30s! And some species might not be mature until much older
  12. There is the option to enter the Starfleet Academy as a mature age student if you would prefer to enter as a joined Trill. My character was a civilian physician on Vulcan before he joined, and we also see this in the canon character Leonard 'Bones' McCoy, who was a civilian physician who joined Starfleet later in life. So you could either join Starfleet first, and sim your Symbiont training and joining later, which could be an interesting storyline, or you could have your character already joined and entering Starfleet a little later in life.
  13. Regarding Trills is a tricky species to play with. As I understand, the age to enter the academy is a minimum age, and that depends on the species. So, it'll be possible for your character to remain on Trill, preparing to become a host, passing all the required tests and then become joined. Once joined, your character could decide to enter the academy, so, you can state that when your character entered the academy she or he was like. 22, 23, 24, 25... whatever the age you feel comfortable with. Of course, sharing classes with younger cadets could have it's pros and cons, so you'll be able to make an interesting bio about the academy years once you're assigned to a ship and feel comfortable within the group so you can expand your bio with as many details as you want to. I hope this helped you.
  14. Hiya, thank you for your question! I personally have written to first done the whole becoming an officer thing and later on went through remote training to become a host. That required a mentor close by which was another Trill character who was played by another player. That way I could do both without interferences and include another player in the process as well. The early 20s is a required minimum age, that does not mean it has to happen at that time, so you can become creative with that. Hope that helps!
  15. Hello all, I'm looking at playing a Trill but have hit a stumbling block: Application and training to Join with a Symbiont and to become a Starfleet Officer both occur during one's early 20s. How have previous Joined Trill players reconciled the two? I assume Starfleet doesn't just let cadets/ensigns take extended leave that may result in a totally different person than the one they just vetted and trained. Suggestions and advice are greatly appreciated, thank you!
  16. StarBase 118 Staff

    Happy 24th anniversary!

    Today, June 15, marks the 24th anniversary of our founding in 1994. That makes us older than Google, Star Trek Enterprise, and lots of our own members! Huge thanks to everyone who’s been a member over the years, helping to build this beloved community of friends, writers, and Star Trek fans. Click here to head to the forums to tell us what your favorite part of being a member has been. The post Happy 24th anniversary! appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  17. StarBase 118 Staff

    Poll of the Week: Design a Starship

    Starfleet has a wide range of vessel classes at their disposal. There are large, top-of-the-line ships like Galaxy-class and Sovereign-class vessels. The Intrepid-class is a lighter long-range explorer. When going into battle a Prometheus-class or Defiant-class ship would be a welcome addition to any fleet. If you are on a scientific mission to investigate some strange phenomena you’d want to bring a Horizon-class, and an Olympic-class flying hospital is the go-to ship for a medical emergency. The Starfleet ship class lineup can adapt to a wide range of situations, but it won’t stay the same forever. Technology is always improving both for the Federation and other states. What was the newest technology available a decade before could already be surpassed by new technology. As the current ship classes go the way of the Miranda-class or Constitution-class new ship classes will need to take their place. If Starfleet came to you and put you in charge of designing the newest addition to Starfleet’s vessel classes what kind of ship would you bring back to them? Perhaps you think there’s a shortage of ships built to defend the Federation. Others could favor smaller ships as opposed to building larger and larger explorers that outclass the current flagships. If given the chance to design a new class of starship, what kind of ship would you design? The post Poll of the Week: Design a Starship appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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  19. ((Diplomatic suite - Two hours after the briefing)) ::Mirra had gone directly to the diplomatic suite, which consisted of several conference rooms, that happily doubled as dining rooms, and a very large sitting area. The walls were painted in warm, neutral tones. A bit of a change from the stark clinical set ups she was used to. Along with her research into the art of diplomacy, she also found a handy guide to menu suggestions...although the way it was written, she greatly hoped it wasn't outdated. "When hosting a bevy Klingon warriors for dinner, one paramount suggestion is to skip the doilies and fine china, these dainty decorations just won't do for the proud race of ridge heads- oO Wait...By the Gods...this says actually says ridgeheads...who wrote this?! Oo ::Skipping ahead:: "Consider the delectably distinguished dishes of the Gagh variety- "First up, you have the Bithool gagh, which have feet. Pungent and sure to give a kick." oO....There is more than one kind of Gagh...? Gods protect me...Oo "Followed closely by Filden gagh, which is squirmy and savory. Next, Meshta gagh, a grand party pleaser as this variety jumps around, often engaging the entire table to catch the dinner.- oO By the Four...it...jumps?! No. Not that one. Ever. Oo "The more common Torgud gagh variety just offers a pleasant wiggle, less likely to escape, and finally Wistan gagh, which has been marinating and packed in targ blood. oO That's it. I'm going to vomit. And make Theo handle the dinner...Oo. "If Gagh isn't your fancy, consider the savory and delicious Heart of Targ. A simple dish consisting of a fresh Targ heart resting on a bed of wilted greens." oO I can't do this. Oo ::She was moments away from finding the closest lavatory and swearing to never eat anything ever again when the familiar voice of Lt. Commander Shayne came across asking for her presence on the bridge.:: Ezo: ::slightly green:: Oh Shayne I could kiss you right now... ::Mirra set down the PADD, gingerly and backing away slowly if somehow these Klingon dishes would pop out of the screen and chase after her. With a final shudder, she exited the Diplomacy suite with only a small amount of relieved haste.:: ((Bridge - Deck 1 - USS Blackwell)) ((Moments later)) ::Mirra stepped onto the bridge, feeling a little less nauseated, and seemingly just in time.:: Whittaker: Very well then, let's not keep them waiting much longer. ::he moved to the rear of the bridge and stopped just as the turbolift doors opened, admitting Lieutenant Commander Ezo.:: Ah, Mirra- turns out you're going to be needed in the transporter room with me. Commander Shayne: have Counsellor Jolara meet us there- and you have the bridge. ::Shaking off the menu induced horror, she steeled herself and gave a confident nod:: Ezo: Of course Sir. Shayne: Aye, sir- I have the bridge. Whittaker: ::to Shayne again.:: We're about forty minutes from P-409 Sigma if I'm not mistaken. Begin our long range scans. ::to Pandorn.:: Mr. Pandorn- you can assist him but be ready to act in case our friends out there- ::he motioned to the image of the gik'tal on the viewscreen.:: -decide to liven up the party. Shayne: Very good, sir. Pandorn: Will do, sir. ::He starts to tap his console.:: ::Whittaker than refocused.:: Whittaker: Ensign Mandak, find Commander Thoran and see if you can assist with the security arrangements. Mandak: Response ? ::A few moments later, in the corridor, away from the bridge Mirra latched onto Theo's arm and looked at him with horror:: Ezo: We have to have Dr. G'Renn give us something to suppress our gag reflexes or we're going to...::grimacing::...dishonor all over ourselves with this dinner... Whittaker: Response? Ezo: ::fighting a gag at the memory:: I don't care if she thinks less of me. I won't make Theo, I absolutely won't. Otherwise, my first act as a diplomatic officer is going to offend a large group of Klingon officers before the main course. ::her eyes widened:: Is their entire diet based on one elaborate dare?!? Whittaker: Response? Ezo: ::scowling:: This is not funny Theo Whittaker! ::Alright, so it was a little funny. A snicker escaped as she fought for composure:: Whittaker: Response? Ezo: ::smirking:: Hey, you hired me. I'm just trying not to shame you in a public forum. ::the transporter room lay just ahead. The earlier jovial attitude muted as they approached the doors.:: Time to greet our guests. Whittaker/Jolara (if present) : Response? ---------------------------------------------- Lt. Commander Mirra Ezo, MD Diplomatic Officer USS Blackwell C239205ME0
  20. StarBase 118 Staff

    May 2018 post counts

    In May, the members of UFOP: StarBase 118 wrote a total of 1,285 sims across seven ships and installations. The average number of sims per ship for the month was 184. Duronis II Embassy led the pack with 230 sims followed closely by USS Constitution at 224 sims. USS Gorkon produced the third most number of sims with 214. 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 May 2018 post counts appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  21. This is your last shot to nominate someone for an award in the upcoming 2018 Awards Ceremony. It only takes a couple minutes, so don’t leave it to anyone else to make a nomination happen. Here’s how: 1. Figure out who you want to nominate – Consider anyone on your crew who’s made you laugh, smile, or cry with a sim, or who has helped you be a better simmer through OOC mentoring. Don’t forget about your ship’s staff, who work hard all year long to make sure things go smoothly! 2. Check the Hall of Honor – Use this list to make sure the person you want to nominate hasn’t received the award before. 3. Open the award nomination form – The form will guide you through each step in the process. Want to learn what a good nomination looks like? Check out this collection of past winning nominations. Now’s not the time to be timid! There’s no penalty for submitting a nomination that doesn’t win, so why not make sure you’re nominating everyone whose work or help you enjoyed or appreciated? Nominations close at 11:59pm Pacific today (Monday, June 11). HUGE thanks to everyone who’s taken part in this process so far. The time you’ve spent putting in nominations has been noticed and appreciated. Your consideration will help all the people who deserve awards to be recognized! The post Award nominations closing today for 2018 ceremony appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  22. The shuttle was late, and Algor was uneasy. It was strange. Algor’s parents were also uneasy people. It was strange because Betazoids were usually at ease with each other due to telepathy. When a loved one can read another person’s mind, there’s usually an empathy and knowledge that precludes any kind of communication by verbal or body language. The six ensigns sitting along benches opposite the walls of the shuttle craft were all normal except for a young involved Vulcan. Four were also uneasy, and while this should have brought Algor some level of empathic comfort and ease, it was the future that was unknown. Like his parents, he understood that no matter how ordered the universe, chaos would always assert itself. Growing up, Algor’s teenage friends were on the fence as well. Three were placid and typical for teenage empathic and telepathic teenage girls and boys. While young people are passionate, they are also very transparent and have yet learned sophisticated blocks to protect their minds and private thoughts. Growing up at the Janaran Falls, things were pretty normal. It seemed like everyone had a waterfall in their backyard as well as lush trees and gardens. It was not uncommon to see a florist shop on every other street. Among the universe, was that all there was? Home’s naturally had garden paths to neighbors home and other buildings. Mafosh and Reetush were like Algor in that they always felt uneasy that while people had a common empathy, they still had an inherent uneasiness in life. His friend, Mafosh had been a clown. She was intelligent but also flippant. She later moved to Riza and sought employment in hospitality. His other friend Reetush was deeply in thought and vyed to be Vulcan. One day, he said he was going to find the answer, and he left and was never seen from again. Secretly as much as that could exist, he had hoped to marry the lovely Mafosh. In college, Algor studied and earned a Bachelor’s of Devotion in Electromechnical Amity and Trust and a Bachelor of Empathy in Warp Core theory. Unfortunately, he didn’t have many friends in college and spent most of his time studying. Algor always felt that since he could hear the thoughts of other people, and they were always there. So, why should people bother to vocally socialize? He was there to learn. He grew into a very intelligent man, and one with strong constitution. Oddly, his strength was haphazard despite spending time to find the affinity between muscular fitness and function. When growing up, he remembered his father had conveyed something like ‘people like us were meant to farm. That’s why we are given strong arms and body.’ Such a thought was very sheltered. Was this really his place among the universe? Still, Algor didn’t feel alone despite having few friends. People who studied the less popular fields generally were comparatively more reserved individuals. Although the concept ‘reserved’ doesn’t exist within the telepathic packet and symbol structure of Betazoid communication. ‘Geerrsh’.. the shuttle lurched made a very strange sound. A young Terran jumped and shouted, ‘What was that?’. The shuttle copilot, a nontelepathic race that looked like Ferengi, just glared the Terran. The Terran shuttle captain thought, ‘oh crap, I forgot to perform the maintenance on the inertial dampeners. Maybe, they’ll think it’s just space turbulence. We’re almost there. So, who really cares? And these are green guys, wet behind the ears’. After successfully performing a comfort level empathic check, Algor leaned forward and put his hand around the young Terran’s upper arm and said, ‘I think it’s just space turbulence because of this region of space. I studied this kind of thing at the University of Rixx.’ The young Terran relaxed and said, ‘Thanks. I’m just nervous’. The copilot beamed an ugly look at the young Betazoid. Algor said, ‘See there’s the Star Base’, and pointed his right hand index finger out the window at the large, glowing metal structure. Grax, Algor’s symbiont and internal half hidden, unlikely companion, wiggled a little and conveyed fond memories of a similar experience at this station. The students could faintly hear the shuttle craft captain say something like ‘Star Base … This is the Pecos requesting docking permission. We’ve got some …..’ Then, in a few moments, a woman’s image appeared on the viewscreen and said something like ‘Pecos you are cleared for entry into Docking Bay D-209. Welcome to Star Base…’. Beeps and bloops emitted from the equipment as the young students watched eagerly as the shuttlecraft entered the docking bay of an enormous star base. Young Star Fleet Academy graduates straightened their uniforms and grabbed their bags as the shuttle came to a very mechanical sounding grinding halt with the internal docking bay. The crackling energy from the docking bay force field could be heard being activated as the shuttle found it’s place among three other shuttles docked in the small terminal. The copilot got up from his chair, stumbling slightly because his leg had fallen asleep and said, ‘Alright kids, this is the end of the line’. The shuttle door slowly opened, and the light from the shuttle back had brilliantly shone in upon the small group of students, and so many thoughts and voices could be heard from people of all different species moving in and out of the larger room next door.
  23. StarBase 118 Staff

    Join us in the fleetwide OOC chat today

    Join us in the chat room for our monthly OOC chat today (Sunday, June 10) at 10am Pacific / 1pm Eastern / 6pm London / 3am+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
  24. Valin Dermont

    Promotions for May

    Woooooooot! Well done!
  25. 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 May. This first graph depicts the number of applications that we have received each month this year. The month of May saw six new applications, tying March for the third highest number so far this year. 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 May. The fleet saw four new applications in May. This number includes one graduate who applied at the end of April. We also had three applicants, representing half of our new applicants, who started training during the month of May, but that training did not conclude until the beginning of June. 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 May 2018 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  26. S'Sak

    Lieutenant JG Yiggtissi: Where am I?

    Thanks for the this, Renos!
  27. Lilith Seir

    Promotions for May

  28. Dave 'Raven' Young

    Promotions for May

    Yay! Haha Thanks a lot.
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