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  2. Randal Shayne

    Lt. Choi Ji-hu, step forward.

    Lt. JG Choi Ji-hu, you are hereby charged with the following egregious crime; that you did knowingly, and willfully, elicit prolonged and genuine laughter from this writer, on Tuesday, December 18th, 2395. Upon opening the email, the victim came across the best opening he had ever seen in a sim. HOW DO YOU PLEAD, @aphelion?!
  3. STARBASE 118 — Returning from a targ hunt on Tumar II and the timely rescue of Lieutenant Commander Taelon, the crew of StarBase 118 relax and unwind at home. Newly rescued from his long trip into the past, Lt. Commander Taelon, recovered from his stab wound in Sickbay as the crew enjoyed the traditional post-hunt feast hosted by Counsellor Dempok – replete with bloodwine, fresh meat, and literal blood. Upon returning to the station, the crew settled in for shore leave. Taelon took some time to catch up with crewmates new and old, while 1st. Lieutenant Valentino introduced himself to Ensign Poq in his characteristic fashion. Meanwhile, Lieutenant Commander Aitas visited the medics, Ensign Avran and Lieutenant Commander Hael got to know each other over work. The station was quiet and slid back into routine procedures as the cadet vessel USS Reiver docked at the station for upgrades. “No one drinks like a Cadet,” Crewman Mves was overheard stating while walking through the Commercial Sector. “And we’ve got a ship full! Party on deck!” Antero Flynn, Civilian Consultant, naturally saw the opportunity – and the staff of Starbase 118 were once again to hit the beach in the subdistrict of Little Risa for one of his famed beach parties. Written by Elspeth The post StarBase 118 Ops returns from targ hunt on Tumar II and celebrates appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  4. Yesterday
  5. ((Holodeck, USS Columbia)) ::The cold night air bit at the few areas of skin exposed to it as the pin[...]s of light continued their trek across the sky, oblivious to the scattered movements far below. Gusts drove whispers through the trees, sending darkened leaves into a frenzied dance as they rushed to escape the icy fingers of the darkness. Silent bootsteps fell between the equally feverish swirls of grass blades, giving the impression of dark waves moving swiftly across the land.:: ::In the distance, the singular call of a wolf rang out into the night, howling at a non-existent moon with a mournful feel that traveled for miles. The horizon, dotted by white-capped mountain peaks by day, became a darkened sea of green-turned-black in the dark of midnight, hazily fading land into sky.:: ::Despite the chill, droplets of sweat poured down the hooded face as small clouds of breath found manifestation in the night air. Steadily they came, in time with the footfalls that made no noise, allowing the emergence of a rhythm that could only be described as life. As a heartbeat, one foot hit the ground before the other, one breath hit the air before another, over and over again.:: ::Then, the grass came to an end.:: ::The whispers of the night’s wind remained behind him as he looked out into an even darker pool before him. Everything changed when twilight came for it. The robust greens of the world darkened into greys and blacks with little depth, while the black of Hell’s Half Acre became ever darker and ever more the stuff of nightmares. It was on its edge he now stood, as if standing on the edge of the pit of emptiness.:: ::Having stopped, the temperature finally caught up with him. Drenched from the long run, the wind cut deeper and sent more than a single chill through his bones. Nodding to no one but himself, he took a deep breath and launched forward into the lava fields knowing full well what he was getting into. And just as he had more times than he could count as a teen, Vincent began his trek across the sharp, glassy rocks that had long ago transcended time itself.:: ::The uneven ground presented a difficult path by day, rocky, sharp, and unforgiving in the heat of the midday sun. By night, when the lack of human-capable vision in the dark became his biggest weakness, the path grew downright treacherous. Sudden steps, sideways rocks, sharp outcroppings that seemingly didn’t belong, and a definitive lack of anything plainly horizontal made for a challenge well beyond that any obstacle course could. More than once he’d suffered cuts and bruises, sprains and broken bones, among the dark rocks.:: ::But that had never stopped him.:: ::Like so many nights before, the ex-Marine pushed himself. Faster, harder, further; the dark shades of the leaves, and the way the wind moved through them, were left in the distance like a memory while the basaltic rocks of the ancient lava flow encompassed him completely.:: ::Above, the even more ancient points of light dotted across the sky paid no attention at all to the man, nor the haunting past that chased him across the rocks far below.:: TBC CWO 1st Class Vincent ‘Jonesy’ Jones Diplomatic Security Specialist/SFMC Counter-Intelligence USS Columbia As simmed by: Lieutenant Commander Ash MacKenna Chief Science Officer USS Columbia R238605KN0
  6. 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 November. This first graph depicts the number of applications that we have received each month this year. While not as large a number as October, November saw twelve people apply to our fleet. This marks November as the seventh month so far this year with ten or more applications. 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 November. The fleet saw sight new graduates this month, which includes one applicant who applied during October. We also had four applicants who’s training did not conclude until after the start of December. 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 November 2018 appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  7. Last week
  8. ((Stoyer’s Quarters, Deck 5, USS Gorkon)) (OOC - This take place after Cory is released from medical.) ::Cory stood outside the door to his quarters. As the last days have shown, he normally would ask where Petra was better heading home. But after everyone has told him it was past time they talked. He did not know what he was going to say, but seeing how mad she was when she came by medical, Cory was not looking forward to this. On top of that, he was sure that the skipper would know what happened and a stern talking to was coming.:: oO Great, that was going to be fun. Oo ::Stepping inside Cory winced a bit. Everything was healed, but sore. Carefully, taking a deep breath he turned and saw Petra moving around the bedroom. He watched her for a moment. How she could look so beautiful with everything going on and looking in the mirror look so rough. Knowing that he was procrastinating talking to her he called out.:: Stoyer: Hey! ::She stepping into the door of the bedroom.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Hi. ::Cory could feel her looking into him. He had done a good job of avoiding her.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: I am glad you are OK. Stoyer: Thanks. Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Welcome. ::Cory had not felt a colder welcome ever. For a warm and passionate woman, she could be very cold and distant if needed.:: Stoyer: I….uh, think we need to talk. ::A smirk cross her face. Cory braced himself for a blast from her. Nothing came, that unnerved him even more.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: What makes you think that? The fact that you lied to me about having feelings for another woman or the fact that you have been avoiding me for days. Or to top it off you tried to get yourself killed on the holodeck. ::Cory hung his head in shame. She was absolutely correct in everything, well except the part about trying to kill himself.:: Stoyer: Look, what happen…. ::Petra cut him off before he could even try.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Cory, don’t. You know I hate it when you use those programs. They are dangerous enough already, so don’t stand there and tell you weren’t trying to hurt yourself. ::Cory shut his mouth.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: I am so mad at you right, I can’t stand it. So say whatever you have to say. I have things to get done. ::Cory looked at her again and noticed something different. This time he noticed there was an extra “pip” on her collar.:: Stoyer: When did you get promoted? ::Petra paused for a second before answering.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Captain Brunsig promoted me earlier today and the Admiral approved it. ::That surprised him. Well, it should not have. Captain Brunsig always respected Petra for her abilities and skill. She was part of the Yaharla Nine and even stood up to him at one of the legal discussion for him trying to take the fall for the entire group.:: Stoyer: Why, would Captain Brunsig promote you? ::Petra crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: I was going to tell you. ::an awkward pause.:: I have been transferred to the Triumphant. I am going to be Captain Brunsig’s Yeoman. I am headed over there now. ::Once again the sledgehammer welded by a large angry Gorn hit Cory in the chest. It was everything he could do to stay standing. He looked at her.:: Stoyer: What?? Why? ::Even as he said it, he knew why. He had driven her to transfer. They both agreed that neither of them would hold the other back.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: You know why? I can’t live like this. You are a mess and are not even trying to get help. Stoyer: I’m f…. ::Petra again cut him off.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Don’t even say you are fine. You are avoiding me. You aren't talking to me. You look tired and worn out. You haven’t been eating and sleeping well. Yes, I have been keeping an eye on you. ::With that, Petra reached behind the door and grabbed a shoulder bag. Hoisting it to her shoulder she walked over to where Cory stood and looked him in the eyes. His heart is below his navel.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Cory, I still love you, but you need to get help and get yourself sorted out. You need to get your priorities straightened out. ::Petra reached up and touched his cheek. He felt the warmth of her hand. Her eyes were on the edge of tears.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: The beard does look good on you. Stoyer: Thanks. ::She turned to leave. Looking back at him one more time.:: Bjarnadottir-Stoyer: Let me know what you want to do. ::Her eyes got hard one last time.:: But don’t wait too long. ::Cory nodded and she was gone. He stood there feeling nothing. Everything in him was gone. He stiffly moved to the couch and tried to sit down, but missed the seat and landed on the floor. Looking around at their quarters still felt nothing. He was hollow and numb inside. The tears would not come.:: Lieutenant Cory Stoyer Mission Specialist USS Gorkon C239111CS0
  9. Saveron

    PNPC Mullan-Abha - An Ode

    ::Applauds.::
  10. Toryn Raga

    PNPC Mullan-Abha - An Ode

    ((Transporter Room 4 - USS Constitution)) ::If one wandered into the rarely-used Transporter Room 4 during the Beta shift, they would spy a lean, lanky and tall Grazerite behind the control console. Day in and day out, he stood there, sometimes running minor diagnostics, sometimes rearranging the layout of the LCARS panels, but mostly he ruminated. And the odd time, one would see him at his journal.:: ::An archaic keepsake, that journal. Hide-bound, tied with silk ties, it was emblazoned in gold leaf on its cover in florid Grazerite cursive - "THE STYLISTIC WRITINGS OF THE ESTEEMED MULLAN-ABHA". See, for when Mullan-Abha wasn't running minor diagnostics or rearranging the layout of the LCARS panels, which honestly didn't take hardly any time at all, then there was nothing else to do. It wasn't like he had responsibility for the prestigious Transporter Room 1 or anything, or even Transporter Room 2, which though not as prestigious, still had its charms.:: ::Mullan-Abha didn't mind, though. Blessed with the calm demeanor and easy temperament of his ancestors, he was content just knowing that he could be depended on if Transporter Room 1 failed. And Transporter Room 2. And Transporter Room 3. All at the same time. It was important work, being quaternary in line as a backup. His parents were proud.:: ::Long story short, Mullan-Abha had a lot of free time on his hands. And he fancied himself a bit of a pithy and sharp-witted writer. Just because he was a docile sort didn't mean his wit wasn't as sharp as a razor - after hours of contemplation, of course. So, when the minor diagnostics had been run, and the LCARS panels had been rearranged, and there was little chance of unexpected transporter users (which, let's be honest, was par for the course in Transporter Room 4), Mullan-Abha would crack out his journal, take out his archaic inked stylus from it's worn groove at the spine of the book, and write a pithy short story or poem. Today, he was hard at work at his latest masterpiece.:: ==== T'WAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS - CONSTITUTION EDITION Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the ship Every creature was stirring, because of a blip An Away mission had been planned out with care But before too long the Away teams weren't there The shuttles were jostled but landed in place Despite a rough landing all had gone apace With dust in the air and a cave very near The teams had gone forth without nary a fear When up on the bridge there arose such a clatter The crew were all gone! No-one knew by what manner The sensors were blinded, the probe was no aid Those left behind felt clueless and dismayed An odd old transmission was all that was heard Static and shadows and all else perturbed When what to the crew's efforts finally appear? Exotic machinery spanning the years Temporal displacement was its main aim Sent to the past, this tech must be to blame More rapid than transporters, shuttles, subspace The teams had been whisked to a new time and place! Now Rajel! now, Lystra! now, Yito and Atan! Gone, Mason! Gone, Saveron! And gone Sh'Thelzan! To the past they have gone! To the far land of Earth! The cause is quite dire, please suspend your mirth! The bridge crew did scramble and fight with the scans The static too random, it messed with their plans Commander Blair sat in the big chair ill-eased Too stoic to show just how much it displeased And then, just like magic, they heard very faint Away team transmissions, an image did paint Of their crew safe and sound, if a little bit lost They had to retrieve them, no matter the cost! So what would they do, could they beam them away? The distortions meant that this wasn't the way A feverish effort to hash out a plan Taxed the brain of every woman and man They had to resort to another shuttle But how to avoid a similar muddle? Metaphasics and displacement shield Untested theories with hope of a yield So now with another Away team at risk Activities aboard the ship are quite brisk Except for a locale where all is a bore Here I am stuck in Transporter Room Four I'll watch from afar and hope for the best The action will go to the best and the rest I'll quietly exclaim as they fly out of sight "Good luck to you all, and have a safe flight!" ==== ::Mullan-Abha lowed quietly in humor as he put away his stylus and closed and tied up his journal, slightly embarrassed to be making light of the current situation... but one could never deny their afflatus, no matter how inappropriate. Yes, a pithy writer he was indeed, though he would never dare show his work to others. His journal was for his eyes only, and he would continue to document the lives of the crew around him, so long as he didn't have a minor diagnostic to run or an LCARS panel to rearrange, of course.:: CPO Mullan-Abha Transporter Chief ~as simmed by~ Commander Tanin Kelbi Operations, USS Constitution A239111MT0
  11. StarBase 118 Staff

    Poll of the Week: Ready for Command

    Captains and first officers all start somewhere – most of the time at the rank of Ensign! With time and experience officers climb up the ranks, and may one day find themselves sitting in the center chair. There are captains who have come from every Starfleet background imaginable. Captain Picard was originally the flight controller aboard his first command, the Stargazer. Before serving on the Enterprise Captain Kirk worked on a phaser crew. Captain Janeway was a science officer during her early Starfleet career. This week’s poll asks for your opinion on which duty post you think would best prepare a person for a command role. Is there a specific duty post that provides unique experience that would be useful to a member of the command department? Maybe experience with multiple departments is better and makes for a more well-rounded skill set? Do you think that no department holds the advantage? Click here to head to the forums and register your vote now. Make sure to leave a comment once you’ve voted! The post Poll of the Week: Ready for Command appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  12. Earlier
  13. StarBase 118 Staff

    New Academy Graduates

    Please welcome our newest Academy graduates to the UFOP: StarBase 118 fleet: Lunara Hol, Quentin Collins, Naktara Nightfur, Cole Maxwell, and Beelam Grog! The post New Academy Graduates appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  14. Each month, we interview a captain or first officer of the fleet to gain more insight on what it takes to command a ship and learn more about how each of these staff members found their way into these roles. This month, we’re interviewing Commander Mei’konda, the CO of the USS Montreal, one of two new ships launched last month. WOLF: The last time you were here on the news was June 2017 as part of our First Officer in Focus column – welcome back! How have you been since then? MEI’KONDA: I’ve been very well. I found the role of first officer a fun one to play, especially under Rich (Captain Roshanara Rahman), who was and still is a great mentor to me. You’ve just recently launched the USS Montreal as part of a fleet expansion due to an influx of members. How are you settling in to your new role as commanding officer? And what was it like to launch a new ship under these circumstances? This is the first time I’ve been so involved in the launch of a new vessel, and it was pretty chaotic for the first one or two weeks because it was on short notice. But I welcomed that particular challenge, because I felt that if I could handle such a busy launch, I would be able to handle Captaincy itself. Thus far, I’m enjoying the role of commanding officer. I’ve been lucky enough to have some extremely creative writers on my crew, and I can’t wait to see where they take our stories. What’s been the most surprising thing so far about taking the leadership role of a vessel? I haven’t found anything particularly surprising about it – I think Rich, and the role of first officer, prepared me very well for what I’d be having to deal with when I took command. And what’s been most challenging for you personally as you take command? I think the most challenging part has been keeping players engaged and meeting their numbers. Out-of-character communication is very important in this regard, and the frequency with which I need to keep up with it is definitely higher than when I was a first officer. But it’s a good skill set to have to develop! You’ve been a member for a couple years now – and you were previously a member way back in the late 1990s! – tell us a little about your observations of the fleet from these two very different periods. What feels like it’s changed, or stayed the same? Back in the late nineties, when I was a member the first time around, the overall organization of Starbase 118 was much lighter – ships seemed to operate more or less independently, and even though I made it to Lieutenant Commander at that time, I don’t recall having many additional out-of-character responsibilities, such as serving on task forces, like Lieutenants and Lt. Commanders do now. Simming itself hasn’t changed much – but the opportunities in the fleet to help with the organization and to learn and grow as both a person and a player have expanded significantly. Writing in SB118 has helped me in real life to learn how to handle scheduling and communication much better than I could before. Where do you draw your passion and inspiration from when it comes to writing and contributing to the game? For me, the appeal of Star Trek has always been that humanity will move beyond our differences today and achieve something great in the far future, and I find the idea of life aboard a Starship to be as engaging as an exciting mission can be. I enjoy helping other players develop their own stories, and making the ship itself feel like as much of a character as the crew. Thank you so much for your time! You can read more about Cmdr. Mei’konda on the wiki. The post Captain’s Corner: Mei’konda, CO of the USS Montreal appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  15. Evelyn Rós

    official Arrival at StarBase 118 - introduce your character here!

    Evelyn sat up straight in her seat as the shuttle made its seemingly long approach to the Starbase 118 spacedock. The approach took roughly five minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. She was so excited to get on with her cadet cruise, and be assigned her first duty station, that the slow pace of the shuttle seemed to take an eternity. Evelyn watched from the viewport as the opening into the massive chasm grew more vast, taking in every detail of the Starbase. She could see the command towers, which were quickly receding from her view as the shuttle closed on its destination. Evelyn Rós was a Cygnian from Cygnet XIV. She had light brown hair that framed the creamy skin of her round face, offset by her dark green eyes, that were slotted like a cat's. She had pale freckles over the bridge of her nose, which was small and impish. Her ears, which Evelyn herself didn't care for, were a bit large, and stuck out from beneath her hair. Her lips were plump with no adornment, and ended in very small dimples. Her frame was lithe, her arms slightly short for a humanoid, but this was hard to tell due to her height, which was somewhat shorter than the average Cygnian. She was used to looking up at most people, and it didn't bother her that she wasn't very strong. Evelyn was sure-footed, no doubt because of the extra balance provided by her thin tail, and was quick and agile, which was helpful in her physical training during the Academy. For four years now, Evelyn had waited, sometimes not so patiently, for this moment. More importantly, for the next step, when she would be assigned to a starship. She wanted to seek out new discoveries on the edges of space, and help to increase the knowledge of all peoples of the Federation. The small fear that she would be assigned to a station instead of a ship throbbed in the back of her mind, but she quieted it. She would worry about that once she finished her cadet cruise. The cadet who sat next to her, a Benzite female in a yellow uniform, leaned over toward Evelyn. “What Academy are you coming from?” She asked. “Earth.” Evelyn replied happily. “Are you not Cygnian?” The Benzite asked. Evelyn was used to being recognized as a Cygnian, and quickly. It was probably because of her tail. She was also used to the questioning attitude that some people took when she told them that she attended Stafleet Academy on Earth. There were much closer campuses than the San Francisco location. “I am, but I spent some time in the Sol system as a child, and I requested to go to the Earth campus.” “Ah. Are you in the medical field?” The curious cadet asked. “No, no. I never had the passion for healthcare, I'm in sciences. What about you?” Evelyn said. “I am an engineer.” The Benzite said simply, in her formal way. Most Benzites seemed to have the same strangeness when it came to speaking with people, like they were almost apologetic for each question. Evelyn paid it no mind. She didn't mind talking to the cadet, but her mind wasn't in the conversation. She was focused on what she was going to do while she waited for her next test to start. “Look, we're landing!” Evelyn said, excitedly. The shuttle didn't so much land, as it connected with the docking tunnel, which provided the ingress path to the station. She listened to the pilot speaking with the station authorities, and watched as the pilot looked over the panels of his station. Of course, he wasn't controlling the shuttle at this point, the station was guiding the shuttle now. Within moments, the pilot stood, and gave them them the “OK,” to disembark. Evelyn almost jumped to her feet, her tail brushing against the Benzite as she turned to gather her pack, and had to restrain herself from running to the exit. She turned back to the other cadet who was quickly falling behind, and waved. “Nice meeting you.” Evelyn was almost bursting to see Starbase 118's top of the line science facilities. She wanted to see the stellar cartography holodisplay, which was supposed to be three decks in size. She wanted to observe the astrogeology labs and study the robotics lab. Most importantly, she wanted to get her hands on the astrophysics equipment. Her hopes were dashed in moments, when she reached deck 550, and the officer at the entrance to the astrophysics lab told her she would not be authorized at this time. She had to complete her training first. It was almost as bad as being told that she was getting ejected from Starfleet. Annoyed, Evelyn found herself wandering the Promenade of the commercial sector, impatiently waiting for the cruise to start. She didn't want to waste time here, looking at tourist attractions. She wanted to immerse herself in the day to day activities of the Starfleet officers who were stationed here, and learn something during her wait. Evelyn's tail whipped left and right as she walked in irritation. Absentmindedly, Evelyn stepped into a bar she found called Keal's Pub. She ordered a Saurian Brandy and sulked in her seat at the bar. She just wanted to get out there, into the blackness of space.
  16. FallFest – an online simming convention with live simming, panels/discussions on simming, and trivia – is happening this coming Sunday, starting at 9am Eastern. Our community has hosted FallFest twice in the past 10 years, but this year we’re supporting another group (The New Universes Project) as they run the event alongside Ongoing Worlds. Join the FallFest Discord to learn more about the schedule and join in on the fun: https://discord.gg/Yk2npE3 The post FallFest, a yearly online simming get together, is this Saturday appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  17. Join us in the chat room for our monthly OOC chat today (Sunday, December 9) at Sunday, December 9 at 10am Pacific / 1pm Eastern / 6pm London / 5am+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 Time to party! Join us in the chatroom today for our monthly get-together appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  18. Pholin Duyzer

    Such A Humbling Experience!

    And if I may, thank you for always bringing fun to the Discord, representing us Denobulan bois, and initiating SIMSCON, which is already a lot of fun. ❤️
  19. German Galven

    Such A Humbling Experience!

    First and foremost, I'd like to thank @FltAdml. Wolf for creating this so many years ago. I wish I had known about this a lot sooner! You have made an amazing world within the Star Trek universe and the community at large is so awesome! I've only seen a little on how things work. I have a feeling I've only scratched the surface and I'm so willing to learn more as I grow here IC and OOC. I'm so honored to part of the Community News Team and humbled that you let me become a part of that as well. @Roshanara Rahman and @Mei'konda. I'm so blessed that I came and started my simming experience with you two. You two have taught me so much and I have yet to take it for granted. Thank you for encouraging me to better myself. I've seen such an improvement over the last few months with my sims concerning my actions! I love reading your posts and how you describe every little detail, I can actually picture what the scene looks and feels like! @Sky Blake Thank you for being my mentor and being there when I needed help with a sim. Also sticking around when I had my meltdowns. I'm a hot mess, I know this. haha You've calmed me down so many times when my anxieties flared up and I can't even thank you enough. You always have the right things to say. @Lael Rosek and @Skyfire You two also helped me a ton when I need help and I'm so forever thankful to you guys encourage me to better myself as a person as well as my characters. I don't know what I'd do without you guys. The Veritas and the Montreal has been everything, but boring when we write scenes together! I also want to give a special shout out to @Ayiana. You were such an amazing trainer. Thank you for being the frontrunner in the tips and advice when I was training. I continue to enjoy our chats on Discord. Glad there's someone that's just as nutty as I am. I mean as German is. Second shout outs to @Jalana and @Jo Marshall Thank you so much for my pictures! I know I get distracted and forget to thank you guys so here's a HUGE THANK YOU! haha More shout outs! @CoryCodeRed @Pholin Duyzer @KDrex @Sotak @Tasha MacFarlane @Randal Shayne @Mirra Ezo @Wallace Williams You guys have so much enthusiasm and it keeps mine flowing all the time! Our chats are nothing, but boring. I'm sure I'm missing others. If you don't see your name, don't get offended too much. I'm a scatter brained scientist. And last, but not least... @Groznin Smith You showed me this little rabbit hole back in the beginning of July and I haven't looked back since! Without you inviting me here, my life would be totally different! Much appreciations go to you as well!
  20. StarBase 118 Staff

    Promotions for November

    The staff of UFOP: SB118 would like to congratulate all who saw their hard work and dedication pay off this month. Please be sure to congratulate these members when you see them around the forums and chat room! APOLLO Conrad Adler Lieutenant JG GORKON Jocelyn Marshall Lt. Commander The post Promotions for November appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  21. ((Main Engineering, Deck 4, USS Montreal)) Galven: ::to Harkrow:: Good idea about the holo-emitters. You and Doctor Skyfire should work out a way to get that going. I’m sure Lieutenant Greyson is around here somewhere. He could help. ::to Anara and Esbrun:: You two follow me. I’ve memorized everyone’s shifts and it’s about time the both of you should be on the Bridge. ::Galven bustled the other ensigns off toward the forward end of Engineering, leaving Cob and Doctor Skyfire momentarily alone at the central console. They shared a look, and then started pulling up information about the status of the ship’s holodecks and what all they’d need to gather to pull off what Cob was already starting to think of as The Big Holo-Defiant Project.:: Harkrow: Now that I’m looking at these schematics, it looks like actually pulling the holo-emitters is going to be more or less a one-person job, and designing the array we’ll need to install them in is going to take computer time but shouldn’t need outside input for... an hour or so, once it’s going? If you’ve got any medical things that need taking care of or want to go assist with the generators, I can comm you when I need a hand. Skyfire: Response Harkrow: Sure, no problem. I can handle this part. Skyfire: Response ::Cob punched in the final sequence of commands to start the array design simulation, and had just hit the button to execute when Lieutenant Commander Rosek came in through the Engineering blast door.:: Rosek: Ensign Harkrow. Harkrow: Commander. I’m just about ready to head down to Holodeck 2 and start pulling out holo-emitters. Something I can do for you? Rosek: Is Lieutenant Thoran around? ::pauses:: I had hoped to meet with the science team and Ensign Anara as well, but… ::motions around:: Harkrow: You just missed all of them, sir. Anara and the science folks headed up to the bridge a few minutes ago, Swenhart and Greyson are going to be getting the spare generators in Cargo Bay 1 up and running, and Lieutenant Thoran… ::Cob looked past the first officer toward Thoran’s office door. He and Crewman Swenhart had been in there for a good few minutes now… Dang it, whatever was going on between Rosek and Thoran, or Thoran and Swenhart, he didn’t want to be anywhere near the middle of it if he could help it. That was going to be a big “if”, apparently.:: Harkrow: Lieutenant Thoran is meeting with someone in his office right now, but I think he and Lieutenant Michaels have a plan to build a couple extra generators from parts; it looks like the spares we’ve got in storage add up to two almost-generators. Rosek: ::smiles and nods:: I see. Then I’ll just leave you all to it down here. Harkrow: Aye, sir, we’ve got it covered. ::Lieutenant Rosek nodded to Cob again, and turned to leave, but paused briefly as she passed through the blast door, letting out a slow breath. Cob frowned; he hoped she was holding up all right, even as another part of his mind insisted that it wasn’t his job to make sure his superiors were all getting along with each other; the ship had a counselor for a reason. :: ::Once she was out of view, Cob gathered up a PADD and a hyperspanner and headed for the exit, but before he reached it he heard the door of the Chief Engineer’s office hiss open behind him, followed by the voice of Crewman Swenhart.:: Swenhart: You know, mister. You owe me big when this mission is over. ::There was a pause.:: Your impossible to resist. ::Another pause.:: Sir. ::Nope. Cob did not want to hear this, because hearing was the difference between suspecting and knowing and he absolutely did not want to know this and just, just nope. He picked up his pace before he could hear anything else, rounding the corner and heading for the turbolift. Nope, nope, nope...:: ---------- Ensign Jacob Harkrow Engineering Officer USS Montreal NCC-64927 ---------- M239510JH0
  22. There’s something quintessentially beautiful about Federation starships. Their curves, symmetricality and proud bearing provide a sense of awe. With the exception of a few, special cases (looks furtively at the Yeager class) most of these vessels carry on a long lineage of amazing designs. With that said, Starfleet isn’t the only organization that knows how to sculpt a shapely ship. The Klingons, and their bold, imperious designs have struck fear into the hearts of enemies for centuries. Romulan warbirds dwarf their competition with sweeping wings and imposing, almost beak-like hulls. Even the Borg offer something to the obsessively compulsive- who doesn’t enjoy perfectly geometric shapes? This week’s poll asks you which galactic civilization has the most pleasing ship aesthetic. Do you enjoy the horseshoe shaped crafts of the Ferengi? Or do the jagged, asymmetrical combat barges of the Breen catch your eye? Head to the forums now to register your vote in the poll, and be sure to leave a comment in the thread. The post Poll of the Week: Most Aesthetically Pleasing Ship by Species? appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  23. StarBase 118 Staff

    November 2018 post counts

    The UFOP: StarBase 118 Fleet raced into the holiday season with the launch of not one but two new ships! The USS Eagle and USS Montreal completed their first full month of simming in November, bringing the total fleet size to ten ships and installations. Members of UFOP: StarBase 118 wrote a total of 1,825 sims, with a fleet average of 183 sims per ship. The USS Gorkon led the fleet with 253 sims written, followed by the USS Eagle at 246 sims and the StarBase 118 Ops at 231 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 November 2018 post counts appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  24. We’re here with another interview with a newer member of our community. The title of this column is “Lower Decks,” hearkening back to the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode titled “Lower Decks,” in which junior officers aboard the Enterprise-D speculate on the reasons for recent unusual actions taken by the command crew near the Cardassian border. This month’s interview is with the writer behind Ensign Vesbrun Vardai, playing a Betazoid male Science Officer assigned to the USS Montreal. GALVEN: First off, thank you for sitting down with me and answering a few questions. Could you tell us a little about yourself for our readers out there? VARDAI: Thanks for inviting me. I’m Connor, from the UK. I work in software development, and have liked Star Trek since I was very young. Starbase 118 is my first foray into this format, but I do have a good deal of wider rpg experience. How did you find out about Starbase 118 and what made you ultimately choose our community and stay with us? I saw 118 advertised on Reddit and basically just thought ‘why not’. I found the community highly engaging and welcoming right from the beginning. Being a part of an entirely new crew has been a really great part of the experience so far, and I’m really liking the collaborative development of how the Montreal looks and (mal)functions. Do you take any inspiration from films, television, or books when writing your character? I certainly do. I’d say I have a mixture of influences, but I am trying to give Esbrun’s narration a distinct ‘voice’ that’s sometimes almost mythological in feel. The idea there is to tie into his background – his culture has a long memory and a strong mythic tradition. My major influences outside of Star Trek are probably Tolkien and Battlestar Galactica, but I take little bits of inspiration from all over. Your character is a Betazoid. On your wiki profile it says that he prefers not to talk about his telepathic abilities. How do you plan on expanding that for character development? Esbrun’s rather reserved for a Betazoid, and he doesn’t like making people around him suspicious or uncomfortable, particularly as he can feel those emotions. I do plan for him to open up about it slowly – there are other telepaths on the Montreal, and he might be more inclined to talk to them about it once he knows them better. We’ll see. Choosing a duty post such as science officer can be a difficult task for some. You’ve mentioned IC that he specializes in materials science. Explain to us what does that mean? Materials Science is a real-world hybrid field which basically involves studying all sorts of materials and how they can be used, with a focus on why a particular material is useful for a particular application. In a Star Trek context, it’s a useful specialisation to have for all sorts of reasons, but I see it being particularly useful in analysis and when trying to come up with ad-hoc, unconventional methods of solving problems. And lastly, do you personally have aspirations in the fleet? Are there any OOC activities you’re associated with, or any you’d like to join? I have a few I’m hoping to get in at some point, and a vague idea of how I’d like to advance (I’m interested in the Intelligence Duty Post, for one). As for OOC, I don’t think my schedule would permit it right now, but I’m not ruling it out entirely. Thanks for your time, Ensign Vardai! You can read more about Ensign Vardai on the wiki. The post Lower Decks Interview: Ensign Esbrun Vardai, USS Montreal appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  25. StarBase 118 Staff

    New Academy Graduate

    Please welcome our newest Academy graduate to the UFOP: StarBase 118 fleet: Kree’Ahk! The post New Academy Graduate appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  26. Join us in the chat room for our monthly OOC chat on Sunday, December 9 at 10am Pacific / 1pm Eastern / 6pm London / 5am+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 this coming Sunday appeared first on UFOP: StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
  27. Quentin Collins III

    official Arrival at StarBase 118 - introduce your character here!

    You just made my MONTH @Beelam Grog! Thank you so so much for saying.
  28. FltAdml. Wolf

    A Possibly Dumb Question

    I think most people still say Centris.
  29. Beelam Grog

    official Arrival at StarBase 118 - introduce your character here!

    Final finished reading this and I love it. Your description and detail is perfect, I could clearly understand who Collins' is as a person; he seems very real. Good job.
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