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....It's Canadian (the real) Thanksgiving weekend here....

OOOOOOoooooohhhhhhh!

I'm so sorry to have missed the mixer! It's Canadian (the real) Thanksgiving weekend here, and we were busy preparing for tonight's feast! A big welcome to all of our new members; I hope to see you all around the galaxy and to get to know those of you I haven't already met.

Big thanks to our wonderful memberships department and everyone who assisted, for putting this on! See you all at the next one!

Gobble, gobble!

I noticed, but I hope it works out for the best!

Chapter XXXII: Shared Circumstances

Semil sat up suddenly, as a bolt. He had not been aware he had dozed off, so he awoke in the manner of someone surprised to be waking. he oriented himself back to the small cargo bay of the Vaq'ghol - largely empty, save the buzz and hum and glow of the Dominion cloning equipment occupying the center of the bay. He was seated at a workstation, an endless stream of files, databanks, and dossiers indeterminately dispalyed on the screens in front of him.

The other clones were working excitedly at the cloning vat, paying him no mind. It was not clear if they had been aware he had drifted to sleep, much less had reawoke.

These two Vorta had been prioritized because of their expertise with Dominion cloning technology. The first, Renvar, was an obvious choice. His line had been designated for cloning operations; no small necessity in these circumstances.

The Vorta cloning process owed as much to art, as to science - not that Vorta had any sense of art or aesthetics, of course. It was more that having purpose engineered into one's own biology gave one innate insights of the power and limitations of engineering a new lifeform. A highly gifted cloning master could preemptively edit out the replicative fading that plagued cloning processes for numerous other races, ensuring the vitality of a line for dozens of generations to come.

Renvar stood by the workbench, chattering away about some piece of equipment to the other clone. Both Vorta were oblivious of Semil, who straightened himself in his chair.

The other Vorta clone was Rivqol, decidedly more animated than the taciturn doctor. The Rivqol line was used as a facilitator engineer - a specialized corps among the Vorta, sent in to newly allied or pacified worlds to impart advanced Dominion infrastructure or engineering. It was a twofold job; on one hand, to earn the trust and respect of a local populace. But moreover, to make that society realize the material benefits of siding with the Dominion, and ultimately, utterly dependent on Dominion largesse.

On occasion, it could be a thankless task. No one involved liked to admit the number of worlds, few though they were, where Vorta facilitators were unwelcome. In Rivqol's memory, it seemed like he had been killed once for every twenty aqueducts or bridges or power stations he had built. On the whole, not far from the average for his position and grade.

As a priority for their small cottage cloning operation, he had made a reasonable second choice. Faciltator engineers were often called upon to interface Dominion technology with a myriad of alien power supplies, communications protocols, computer networks - and on consistent occasion, subvert them.

Semil had quietly sidled up to the workbench, inserting himself into their conversation. "Something to report, gentlemen?" Vorta were not as intrinsically gregarious with their own kind as many other races. It wasn't clear to Semil whether that had been something the Founders had engineered or not. Vorta could go months or years without seeing another of his own kind, though one could never sense they were at a loss for it.

"We were taking a second look at the specs for the power distribution manifold. DId you know the power limits for this room were being actively throttled?"

Semil shook his head. "I was not made aware, no."

Renvar took up from Rivqol. "Even without a clearer plan going forward, it's not going to be possible to scale up operations with these limitations. Maybe..." Renvar trailed off, not sure how to finish his statement.

Semil had not yet seen fit to reveal the extent of their shared circumstances just yet. Renvar and Rivqol hadn't even left the cargo bay. A pair of cots had been set up in the corner. They had been sleeping and working nonstop, with minimal outside interference from the crew of the Vaq'ghol. It was not clear the Vorta even knew where they were; Semil had only told them they were working on reestablishing cloning operations.

"Well, then. I'll make sure to take it up with... our Masters." Semil thought it best to leave this as vague as possible. Mid-tier operational Vorta clones such as these were more accustomed to working in the dark. "That will be all for now, gentlemen."



K'vot sat in his command chair, perusing status reports and documents on a PADD absent-mindedly as Semil stood to his side, reporting in.

"...and they also tell me that the power supply limits we've placed on Cargo Bay 2 will limit any expansion of current cloning operations."

"Do you have any reason to suspect duplicity or subterfuge on their part?" K'vot didn't bother looking up.

Ever the paranoiac, Semil thought. "No, we knew it would be an issue eventually. Especially if and when we try activating the Jem'Hadar lines. Their maturation process is exceedingly power-intensive; it's how they can be ready for deployment so much more rapidly."

"And then we come to the issue of space."

"The thought had been occurring to me," Semil understated. He had been nervous, envisioning the cramped cargo bay packed in with barely controllable Jem'Hadar soldiers aboard, what could be to their highly engineered eyes, a hostile vessel.

"Then perhaps it's time we addressed that." K'vot lay down his PADD, and swivelled to face his seat forward. "Helm," the Colonel barked, "Set course for Theta Lankal. Engage the cloak, and proceed at Warp 5."

It occurred to Semil that this much was a contigency that K'vot had already foreseen.

It looks like the domain transfer has finally gone through and fleet.stonewallgaming.net isn't working. It'll take me a bit to figure where the problems, fix them and the DNS is updated. Until then, use stonewallvanguard.com to access the website and [REDACTED] to access our TS server.

Capture 1

"I hopes (hiccup) I dern’t affended she, him, her, their, bio sex you all trans its … ah hell!"

I'm 7 of 9 in a tiger leotard? I'll need some "borg implants" to fill that position.

But the quotes are perfect :D

Thanks for the fun event, guys! Gratz to all winners! B)


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Capture 1


"Klingon Bloodwine isn´t my drink, I guess... *hicks*"

Capture 1: That boot licking fantasy got way out of hand on Qo'nos.

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Another INFP here. :)

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I got INFJ, The " Dreamer Diplomat" hahaha. I'm part of less than 1% of the population.

I got INFJ also!

Im a glass of water.. and Picard.. and a panda yay.

I'm Bashir. I can deal with that.