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    Hi everyone! My real name is Steven, and I work as an animation coordinator in Los Angeles. I've been lurking around this site for quite a while, but previous work stuff kept me too busy to join in. Now my schedule is a little different and, with the world being as crazy as it is right now, the thought of flying away on a starship is more tantalizing than ever. I love writing and roleplaying (and Star Trek, of course), so finding such a long-standing and vibrant sim, with such friendly players, is amazing. I look forward to joining you!
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    Slowly approaching on a federation civilian transport, Jesmi Appa quietly contemplates his new life. He quickly finds himself daydreaming about his future in both Starfleet and for himself. He sees himself being a upcoming medical expert renown for his views in the medical field and sought by others. He was living and studying on the french campus of the Starfleet Academy. He developed a small passion for Federation politics while on Earth. and got used to living under Starfleet accommodations. Due to his species physiology Appa prefers to sleep underneath his bed. The top of His bed is filled with boxes of special creams he uses to ensure his skin doesn't dry out or crack under certain circumstances. He does not have any romantic relations of any sort and never had. He got so used to his roommate, Gurgly who is an Ariolo. They both became quite good friends and enjoy each other’s company. Despite both being in different majors: Gurgly is Science while Appa is Medicine. Appa will miss him as he was assigned his cadet cruise elsewhere. Hopefully one day they will meet again. After a good time reflecting on his past. Appa decides to think of the next five years. Will the next fe years bring him new friends? Will he constantly contribute to the Starfleet Medical Journal? Will he attend a Starfleet Medical conference? Will he finally discover what love and affection are? Will he be deeply involved with researching something he will feel passionate about? Perhaps cure to a disease or a reament at the least? Or perhaps he will conduct his own Life prolonging research in hopes of extending a lifespan? Will he enjoy his posting or request transfers? What if his work gets him transferred for the better? What if he gets promoted? Will he ask for Shore Leave to leave for either Bajor or Tygaria? How will his relationship with his family be affected? A voice suddenly speaks: "Now Approaching Starbase 318." Appa quickly stopped daydreaming about the future and reflecting on the past. It was time for enjoying the present. He moved to look out the window seeing the Trojan-Class Type Two Spacedock in the deep frontier of Federation space and conviniently placed near Klingons and Romulans. As the transport continue to approach the Starbase it kept growing larger and larger. His shuttle arrived on Deck 37. Appa grabbed his belongings, mostly skin care products, and decided to head to the Commercial District to first get something to eat and then head to find his posting. Upon arriving he was grabbed by surprise. The place was not only enormous but beautiful. He could see himself getting lost here for years. He walked to a map and decided to head to the Trinity City. As he walked there he could clearly see the Starbase was massive. He decided to enter Sohla. He could see it was a very luxurious fine dining establishment which remind him of those in the french campus on Earth. "It would be so helpful to have a seat, please." Appa told the hostess which grabbed a Menu and led him to a empty table. He requested fresh non saltwater on the meantime while he enjoy looking at the decorations and determined what to order from the acclaimed Andorian chef. It was a beautiful restaurant. He decided to try Krill Beast Steak and for drink he would have Fridd. Two new items he never had before but was looking forward too. He waited for a server to come and give him his water and take his order.
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    For many of us, summer is a time to consider vacations as a family. And while we may have a plethora of options in real life to visit, imagine all the countless locales that our characters could visit in the Star Trek universe! The pleasure planet of Risa is a popular choice of many Star Trek characters and is featured in three distinct television series. In the episode "Two Days and Two Nights" (ENT), Archer and crew get into unexpected entanglements. "Captain's Holiday" (TNG) presents us with an exciting, yet laid backside of Captain Picard when he meets the mysterious Vash. "The Game" (TNG) shows us Riker bringing back a dangerous technology to the Enterprise that he was introduced to by a woman he met while vacationing there. "Let He Who Is Without Sin ..." (DS9) visits the planet again and Worf becomes involved with a dangerous terrorist group. It is these kinds of secondary planets woven into the fabric of the Star Trek galaxy that gives us a deeply rich place to write and roleplay. Where would your character choose to visit for some extended shore leave away from the ship? Would they eschew the common tourist destinations and pick something a little more out of the way like Bolarus, Andoria, or Betazed? What draws them to these destinations? Let us know in the comments.
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    :: The young Trill sat with his duffel bag in his lap in the cramped passenger compartment of the transport shuttle. His hands, resting on top of the bag, held a PADD that displayed a graphic novel. No one had tried to talk with him and he had remained focused on his book the entire journey. However, as the shuttle began to tilt and curve in its approach to their destination, Mirkl looked up from his PADD and took in the sight of the huge, beautiful Trojan-class spacedock. It was classic Federation design. Very similar to Earth Spacedock, though larger. He admired the elegant lines of its hull and the blue lights that lit up key areas of the massive installation. He began to feel anxiety mix with his excitement. He still felt like the young eighteen-year-old who had started at the Academy four years before. One last test and then they would let him serve on a starship as an actual officer--But what if he didn't pass? He tried to shove his feelings of discomfort and insecurity down, deep down--But what if he did fail? What if he wasn't good enough? What if the other cadets were better than he? What if they didn't like him? He closed his large, watery, brown eyes and took a long deep breath before opening them again to watch the shuttle slip in through the open doors of a massive hanger bay. :: :: Mirkl hitched the beige bag higher up on his shoulder as he descended the ramp onto the station, looking around for a wall schematic so he could find his way to the holodecks. Training wasn't set to begin for a few more hours, but on such a large station he felt more comfortable heading first to where he needed to be, in case he got lost or delayed. He unconsciously put a hand on his lower abdomen--where no symbiont resided--steeling himself for what was to come... ::
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    Greetings children of the universe, My real first name is Sebastian. I live in Orlando, Florida nearby a magical place from where I can see dragons and wizards plus cartoon characters. As a 5 year roleplayer I am personally embarrassed to not find out this place before. Thanks to a few articles plus mentions around Memory Alpha. I am a fully paid wizard who works at a Tavern for non magical people at a themepark in Orlando wishing can cast a spell that can transport me to Deep Space Nine so I can meet Odo.
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    Not a snark, a smirk and maybe an eyebrow raising. I just couldn't resist to the Jane way... *wink*
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    The Walsh saga keeps going on, after a couple of hopeless and devastating sims (which I strongly recommend you to read in Thor's group because of the wonderful @Geoffrey Teller and @Wes Greavesknow-how about writing drama) it seems that there is some light at the end of the tunnel. Here Teller displays an excellent prose, and a wonderful new point of view of this micro-history within the mission intermingling a select handful of cultural and spiritual references of our beloved Bajorans, creating again a deep, dramatic and highly recommendable scene to read, introducing us fully into the world of Star Trek. Another Good Job Guarantee for sure @Geoffrey Teller
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    ((Somewhere... and Nowhere)) What is nothing? Is there really such a thing? For there to be nothing, there had to have existed traces of something, from which that null could grow. But if it was nothing, how could it be recognized as such? For Chloe, nothing was now... or maybe it wasn't. Unconsciousness gripped her. There was no body, very little feeling. And yet... there was awareness. A painful awareness. Both literal and figurative. To the helm officer, her awareness felt like it spread across the entire universe. And every part of her non-existent body was screaming with pain. Something was wrong, very very wrong. Why wouldn't it stop? Then... relief. Oh sweet, sweet relief. A voice pierced the nothing-somethingness and reverberated everywhere, as the pain was slowly sucked away. Feel better Lt. Feel better Lt. Feel better Lt. And she did. She felt better. There was no pain. But still very little substance. She couldn't bring herself to worry though, for some reason. This was what it was. Was this what death felt like? Another sound began to reverberate. Whatever it was... it was an alarm. Something was wrong. She knew that sound. Alert. Red alert. That's what that sound was. What was wrong? NT ************************************************************************************* Lieutenant JG Chloe Waters Helmswoman USS Arrow, NCC-69829 ****************************** Podcast team member ****************************** Writer ID: E239601CW0 *************************************************************************************
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    Hi Everyone! I'm Dorothy. I live in Huntsville, AL (also known as the Rocket City) and I'm an Aerospace Engineer. I grew up watching Star Trek and have always been a fan, it's part of what inspired me to become an Aerospace Engineer in the first place! I haven't done a ton of writing (insert joke about engineers and writing), but I do have a creative side and I was looking for a good outlet to express my creative half and improve on my writing skills when I stumbled upon Starbase 118 via a Google search. I've honestly never quite done anything like this before, but I'm really excited to be here!
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    @Mack Campbell @Jesmi Appa I really enjoyed both of your arrival posts! I'm looking forward to simming with you this week. @TheDotster I really enjoyed your post as well, but I'm assuming you're already almost done with training? My name is Nathan. I'm originally from Oregon. I've written for various characters here at StarBase 118 over the years (most recently Sasak) but unfortunately had a hard time staying consistent. I'm hoping this time is the charm and to be able to stick around for a lot longer. I'm excited to exercise my creative side, improve my writing, and make new friends.
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    Hey all, So far we're doing our best to outsmart them Dino's. And if needed we can find a hidden ship on the asteroid somewhere, put the skipper at the helm and she'll fly us away from there in no time. Now I hear you thinking: why the skipper? Because... our Rear Admiral Quinn Reynolds is the winner of QotM July with the quote: Just so we're clear; the first person who tries to take the driver's seat and isn't me gets demoted. And for this she receives this awesome badge made by Jo: Congrats Skipper and thank you Jo for making the badge. 🙂 Greets Sami.
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    Even before his training at Startfleet Academy, Mack had done his fair share of space travel. His uncle, a materials trader, had taken him on many long, slow trips through subspace. His ship, lovingly called Big Brown, took every opportunity to remind its passengers how thin the metal veil between them and the endless eternity of space really was. The transport Mack rode as he approached Starbase 118 was about as far from Big Brown as it got. It could jump to warp 8 and beyond without so much as a tremor, and could fit three Big Browns in its cargo hold. But as majestic as the Miranda-class vessel was, it was nothing compared to the marvel that was Starbase 118. Mack knew it was big, but it is one thing to hear about a space station eleven kilometers tall, and quite another to see it for yourself. As Starbase 118 filled his window, he felt more like he was looking at a small moon than a station. It was captivating. He watched as a monolithic Galaxy-class starship gracefully left a docking bay like a letter through a mail slot. A rough arm crushed down on his shoulders and roused him from his reverie. Hannibal had appeared next to him, with Nidari close behind. “Ooooh!” Hannibal whistled in mock intrigue. “How many warp coils on that puppy?” The weight of his muscular arm made Mack hunch over. Mack wasn’t particularly short, but he looked like a beanpole under Hannibal’s tank-like bulk. Mack brushed the huge arm off him and laughed as he fixed his tousled brown hair. "I don’t know if you can count that high, big guy.” Hannibal loved poking fun at Mack’s enthusiasm for starship mechanics, and Mack poked back at Hannibal’s caveman-like physique. It was a rivalry that blossomed into an unexpected friendship. Nidari rolled her eyes. "Come on, you two. We’ll be late.” She strutted briskly to a turbolift and ushered the others inside. “Transporter room,” she commanded. As the lift departed, Mack realized just how much he would miss these two. Hannibal was destined for a future as a station security officer, and Nidari was already scheduled to lead a research project on planet Vaultera VII. Mack’s vision of the future was filled with warp cores and deflector arrays. Constantly resuscitating the refurbished subsystems on Big Brown had taught him to love the feeling of holding a spacecraft together with his own two hands. "Almost there,” said Nidari. “These four years have felt like ten.” "Aww, you’ll miss us,” said Mack. “I can feel it. My grandmother was Betazoid, you know. Still got a little of that empathic blood in me.” He held a hand to her forehead and made an exaggerated face of concentration. “I feel… longing.” he frowned, “I see Hannibal… shirtless…” He had caught the two kissing in a cargo bay once, and vowed never to let them live it down. Nidari gave him a look that could peel paint, and he backed off. “Aaand, now I feel my imminent death. Huh, powers must be on the fritz.” "You really know how to be a pain, Campbell.” she said. Her anger was quickly betrayed by a thin smirk. “But yeah, I’ll miss you.” Things moved fast once they reached the transporter room. Several dozen cadets had to be transported to their respective places aboard the station, and the operation was quick and efficient. Mack barely had time for a quick goodbye before getting blasted into atoms. He rematerialized in a high-ceilinged transporter platform. Sunlight streamed through a glass wall, and he could not help but stare at the holographic clouds above. An attendant greeted him with a warm smile and gestured off the platform. “Welcome to Starbase 118!” With just a couple of hours before his Cadet Cruise, Mack followed directions towards his assigned holodeck. The end of his career at the Academy was bittersweet, but those feelings were already giving way to excitement for what was to come. Soon, he would be a Starfleet ensign. The future felt as bright as the innumerable stars.
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    We’d like to congratulate all who saw their hard work and dedication pay off this month with a promotion to a higher rank, and we welcome everyone to congratulate these members around the forums and on chat! STARBASE 118 OPS Sheila Bailey to Lieutenant Kudon to Lieutenant JG Romyana Casparian to Lieutenant JG CONSTITUTION-B Ravenna Carter to Lieutenant Lazarus Davis to Lieutenant Jacob Horne to Lieutenant Chip Foley to Ensign JUNEAU Nyka Wyss to Lieutenant JG Noa T’Nessa Levinson to Lieutenant JG VERITAS Charlena Vanlith to Lieutenant Want to learn more about advancing in rank like these hard-working fleet members? Check out our Promotions Guide on the wiki! The post Promotions for July appeared first on StarBase 118 Star Trek RPG. View the full article
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    I am truly happy for the welcoming. Thank you Captain @Oddas Aria perhaps after the Academy i get assigned to your care who knows. But i do hope we cross paths.
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    Welcome aboard @Jesmi Appa - I live in your neck of the woods, let's say a bit more beach side. You've found a great group and will have a lot fun.
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    I've always wanted to check out Argelia. Supposedly the 2nd most popular vacation site after Risa.
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    I just watched the first episode and it's definitely something. I'm feeling this show is best to watch as if it were a parody and not taken seriously. When I first saw the trailers, I was going on the assumption that the junior officers were the ones that being hellraisers and didn't act as an officer should. But after what I just saw, even the senior crew are just as incompetent. No First Officer wouldn't get something checked out like a bite from a different planet. Plus, the episode's meaning is more or less about the senior officers only getting recognition for other people's work which I've never seen that kind of attitude in other Trek series.
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    Alieth is like that family member from the city who returns to her hometown every summer because she misses the place but makes every effort to keep busy so she is EVERYWHERE except with her family because you know what happened last time. So, yep, Vulcan. Who needs sunglasses if you have two pairs of eyelids
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    For Noa, it'd be either Earth, Vulcan or Risa. Earth and Vulcan since she has family on both planets. As for Risa... well... she's never been to Risa before, so she'd definitely like to visit it one day.
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    Full name: Finnley Quinn Paxton III Species: Human Gender: Female Age: 23 Finnley tied back her medium length blond hair and stuffed her PADD away into her tightly packed duffle as she felt the transport complete the docking sequence. “We’re here”, she said as she nudged her new found friend Tavish awake. Finnley was a “Marine brat” as they say and moved around growing up which fostered her ability to make quick friends. Together they grabbed their duffles and leisurely made their way on to the Starbase. Upon entering the main room, Tavish put a hand on his stomach and announced, “ugh, I’m starving”. Finnley, who was distracted with all of the new sights and smells of the previously unvisited Starbase, reluctantly turned her gaze to Tavish. “There’s a well rated cafe in the commercial sector on deck 1171. Let’s grab some grub and see what kind of trouble we can get into before our briefing starts in three hours” she said. “How do you know where the cafe is? I thought you said you’d never been here” replied Tavish. “I haven’t,” she said plainly. Finnley was a planner. Knowing that they would arrive early, she had chosen to study the Starbase map while they were on the transport and had already identified a couple of places worth checking out. Tavish shrugged as he concluded he wasn’t going to get a more detailed answer to his question and together they headed to the cafe. They picked a table close to the edge of the restaurant so that they could better observe those walking by. “I’ll have the Denobulan sausage with mac & cheese and a water,” Finnley said, giving her order to the attendant. She was never super adventurous with food and preferred to stick with what she knew. Tavish ordered the same. “Where are we going after lunch?” asked Tavish as they were finishing up their meal, “since you seem to know where to go”. “I’d like to check out one of the fusion generators. I’ve heard that Starbase 118 has one of the most efficiently run sets of fusion generators this side of the Alpha quadrant,” replied Finnley. Tavish chuckled, he knew that engineering was restricted and that you had to have permission to be there. Clearly he thought this was a joke. Finnley smirked, “what’s so funny? It’s not too far on deck 1327.” “It’s restricted, you know that as well as I do. Besides, I don’t think either of us want to start off our careers by getting caught snooping around in a place we’re not supposed to be.” Tavish said in a stern tone. “Alright, fine.” Said Finnley, reluctantly. “Then how about just a little bit of harmless fun while we wait.” She said with a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes as she held up a small device pulled from her duffle. Tavish smiled and chuckled as he shook his head. He had heard the story about Finnley once stealing a high ranking Klingon officer’s Bat’leth and encasing it in jello, so he knew that whatever she had up her sleeve was sure to be entertaining. “As long as it’s not something that’s going to get us in a bunch of trouble, like sneaking into a restricted area.” He stated. “Nah, see this is a device? I engineered it to emit a small circular forcefield about 1mm in size, but it’s invisible to the human (and most other species) eyes. Basically, it creates a tiny invisible rope. You can turn it on or off with this remote.” She said, holding up a second even smaller device. “We just place it on a wall at about ankle height and then have some fun!” Tavish smirked as he casually sat back, waved his hand and said “OK”. Finnley jumped up, “sweet! I’ll be right back.” She quickly crossed the walkway to the backside of a building just across from the cafe and then acted as though she had tripped on something and fell to one knee. She quickly placed the device on the wall at about ankle height before getting up and brushing off her uniform. There was a slight grin on her face as she hurriedly made her way back to the cafe table where Tavish was still sitting. Finnley sat back down opposite Tavish, nodded towards the remote and said “now let’s have some fun!”. As another cadet neared the device, she enabled it and let out a small laugh as they stumbled and then looked around baffled. This continued for about an hour before they spotted security heading towards the location of the device. Finnley looked at Tavish, “it’s probably about time we moved on” she said while nodding in the direction of the security officers. Tavish quickly agreed. They grabbed their duffles and hurried out of the cafe while giggling over all of the fun they had. With only one hour left before their briefing, Finnley suggested they stop by Drazoc’s. It was a Ferengi store that stood out to her when she looked at the map earlier. Many of the reviews said that the store owner tended to “acquire” lots of interesting pieces of technology from across the galaxy and as an engineer, that seemed appealing. Finnley categorized some interesting facts about the various technological pieces in the store into her brain for potential use later. Many of the items she saw could be repurposed for a good prank or could be adapted to certain ships systems to increase efficiency. Once the Ferengi realized that Finnley & Tavish weren’t going to actually buy anything, they kicked them out. Which was just as well since they only had about thirty minutes left until their briefing and Finnley didn’t like to be late. Once out of the store, Finnley turned to Tavish, “I guess we’d better go ahead and get to the holodeck for our briefing” she suggested. Tavish agreed and they headed to the nearest turbolift. They arrived at the holodeck about twenty minutes early and were instructed to wait in the area until their briefing started. They took a seat nearby and Finnley reflected on the moments that had brought her to this point. There’s been a long line of engineers in the Paxton family and she knew she had to live up to the family legacy, but she had spent years preparing for this, and she was ready.
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    Sounds like you stumbled into the right place Dorothy! I think you'll have a ton of fun. This community is great. Just wait till you get into training and you'll be hooked!
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    Talar Beck sighed as he felt the transport vessel jolt slightly as it docked with Starbase 118, whoever the pilot of this transport was they were terrible. Once everybody else had finished scrambling to their feet, grabbing their bags and rushing to get out of the transport quicker than everyone else, Beck got up and slung his bag over his shoulder. The bag was light and contained only a few items and a change of clothes, it was everything he owned, and it all fitted into one small bag. The transport door opened and the people ahead of him rushed out to go where ever they were heading, Beck walked slowly as he strolled into the docking area of the Starbase. He soon realised that he probably should have listened to his academy instructors and read up about where he'd be spending his cadet cruise. When he saw that he'd been assigned Starbase 118 the first thought was to ask how he's expected to fly a starbase. He thought back to what lead him to this moment, he was one of many Bajorans who now entered starfleet since Bajor's admittance into the Federation nine years ago. Some wanted to share experiences that the Emissary had, and some wanted to experience life off of Bajor. Beck didn't know what he wanted, and frankly he didn't really care, he just lived life day by day seeing wjat would happen. All he wanted to do was fly a ship, it was the only thing he was good at, he just about scrapped through his four years at the academy, a couple instructors had vouched for him when he was nearly kicked out of the academy, they said he could prove himself on his cadet cruise. He said everything he needed to say to make people believe he would prove himself. Beck's problem was that he didn't have purpose, he didn't know what he wanted to do. A small part of him wanted to find that at Starbase 118. He walked over to an information terminal and read through, he retrieved his PAD that stated where he needed to be at a specific time for briefing, he found the right holodeck and made his way over. He'd be a few hours early, but he didn't much care about anything else. People noticing Beck would see a pretty unremarkable person, short, dark hair, receding despite his young age and just fit enough to barely pass Starfleet's fitness tests, he was a little taller than average and walked with his head down looking at the floor, only ever looking up to check he was going the right direction.
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    I do love me an instrumental, something preferably with a lovely cello mainline and a nice deep bass to communicate the fathomless expanse of space
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    For me personally I think instrumental suits the Atlantis but it’s gotta be this piece.
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    Ahahahaha! Shore leave has begun. 😎
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    I would like for USS Arrow something like this music. A little Idyllic I know, but... It´s my liking. 🥳
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