This seems like it will be s real dil grind, for doffs and rare components, am i seeing that right? What are the risk/rewards currently on tribble, are we talking complete revamp over months of my doffs to have any chance of mk xii purples? Will a crafter be able to do any non crfting missions on a reqular basis, once they try to start making ec with this system?

Chapter XXVI: Stacked High

The auxiliary security office was well locked down. The two Orion security officers made only gruff acknowledgements of each other as they carried out their duties - monitoring the intruder boarding parties. Both were engrossed enough in their duties for the ventilation grate to barely register as it quietly pivoted open above them. Both noticed the small object rolling down onto the floor from the open grate with a thud - peering with interest.

Only after the hiss of gas began escaping from the grenade did they action - staggering through their ragged coughs, neither had any chance of reaching it. Both Orions - tall, green, and musculuar - were little match for the dense cloud of toxin, slumping over into their faces on the hard metal floor grating.

Semil lowered himself from the ventilation grating, his engineered lungs immune to the neurocine. He set to work on the consoles quickly, running through a rapid checklist of pre-planned steps.

Encrypting the door locking mechanism. Check.

Initiating false intruder signals throughout the Marauder. Check.

He reached for an isolinear control chip in his pocket, inserting it into a spare slot, keying commands to work through the Orion security protocols as he went.

His superior Vorta hearing could pick out the gentle shift in the sound of disruptor fire outside the door. He took a moment to tab open an encrypted channel on his wrist communicator. "Vaq'ghol, come in. Fire Team 1 needs to stay on the starboard side. These sensor ghosts aren't going to keep the Orions fooled for very long, and we need time."

K'vot intoned from the communicator, brusque as ever. "Your status?"

"Scanning now." Semil watched as his program executed, hijacking the Orion's own internal sensors to his own end. "Not the first four decks... five." He input more commands, tuning the sensor frequencies, adjusting their scan width. "I think... there." The program chimed, recognizing the faint but distinct signature of Dominion power cells. "Secured cargo, deck 8 - portside forward."

The Vorta pulled his chip from its port, keying in a quick series of commands to try and cover his tracks. He steadied his hand on the wrist communicator. "Team 2 is go. I'll meet you at the extraction point."

Tabbing his communicator off, he hoisted himself back up into the ventilation, as a loud knock banged on the sealed door.



The corridor in this part of the ship was quiet, save the alert klaxon periodically blaring, before K'vot beamed in with his security team. He drew his disruptor pistol, the others their rifles. A quick nod to his Bekks, and the team started along the corridor.

A junction lay ahead. K'vot held up a battle gauntlet-sheathed arm to signal his Bekks to hold, as he crept to peer around the corner. Silently, using only the trained tactical gestures each Bekk had learned in their first days at the warrior academies - he signaled two guards. As expected.

Along with his Bekks, K'vot readied his disruptor - raising his arm again in the readiness signal as the warriors positioned themselves in positions of attack preparedness.

With a drop of his wrist, five disruptors opened fire - leaving two Orion bodies slumped face down in the corridor, singe and scorch marks still smoking hot.

K'vot knew that the weapons fire would immediately attract attention from the bridge, no matter how many sensor ghosts and false alarms the Vorta had deployed on the Orion's security grid. The plan hinged on their quickness.

The team descended on the formerly guarded, reinforced door.

K'vot brought out a device, affixing it to the doorframe. No matter the galactic reputation of Klingon's predilections for open combat, and loud warrior posturing - he knew and trusted the Empire's engineers. Throughout the Empire, Imperial Engineers prided themselves on their ability to break through the most reinforced doors - whether through magnetogravitic tumbler uncouplers, like this, or brute explosive force.

The door yielded readily.

K'vot strode in, two Bekks sweeping the room for more security forces, the other two Bekks turning to guard their rear from arriving security forces.

Already knowing what the cargo looked like made the job of locating it, in the small, stuffy room easier. Smaller than most cargo bays, the room was stacked high with a ragtag assortment of cargo containers - plundered loot, no doubt. Still, only one crate, smaller than most, was coated with the fine dust of decades in a mineshaft.

The Orions, in their haste to break orbit, had even done them the courtesy of leaving an anti-grav pallet nearby.

RSVPing my regrets. Birthday party.

:unsure:

So they did an update and started to add some of the toys for crafting.

The Sci-boat captain's new best friend:


Note that there's a DHC with [arc] that expands it to 90 degrees. Also "can only equip one", but still.

To boost science powers, we have:


And for when you absolutely positively have to turn your dreadnought on a dime:


They're also revamping Aegis, in that the old set bonuses are now on the pieces, and there will be new (currently unlinked) set bonuses. I didn't include screenshots, because WIP shenanigans (the shields have a [DMG] mod). There's also currently no differences between the VR and UR versions shown above. System's still in progress, but I'm starting to consider drooling.

I encountered similar in the fleet of one of my alts. Logged in to see someone ranting about how "those types" made them sick to their stomach etc.

After a brief teasing out of what I had missed it turned out to be a 21 year old who was ranting about a couple of gay fleet members talking. Not anything graphic as far as I could tell, just the fact that they were gay was enough for this ST fan and STO player to rant off in Fleet Channel about it.

A Fleet Captain let them rant for a short time and then took them to task for their attitude and the fleets CoC regarding such talk. This of course resulted in the member claiming that maybe they are in the wrong game and trying to report the Captain for "harassment and religious intolerance". Sigh.

I try to point people towards IDIC etc if I encounter anyone trying to bring hatred into Trek/STO in general.

Ultimately some areas will be dragged kicking and screaming towards a more accepting mentality, but you will encounter those who want be to Terra Nova rather than the UFP.

And in your case specifically, I hope you are distancing yourself from this clearly homophobic person you went to the Con with. For your own good and mental wellbeing. :)

Conservative bigots are like STD's, they always pop up where you least expect them. :(

There is this thing bothering me. I am a member of a ST fan group in my country, which is Poland (where the LGBTs don't have it nice at all).
Some of my fellow ST fans are extremely (for my standards) conservative. It goes not only with women's rights (which drives me, a feminist, pretty crazy) but also with the elementary respect for LGBT people.
I truly don't understand how one can be both disrespectful towards gays and love the series that teaches respect, tolerance and stuff like that. One of the members is really making me mad with her constant homophobic and islamophobic comments she shares whenever she can. When I pointed out that it's not what ST teaches us, she just posted something like "Well, apparently I'm no true Trekkie, I was excommunicated". Oh gosh. One time I was at a con in my city and on one occasion she said something like "Shatner is doing good stuff for animals and deserves much more applause than Takei taking care f those fags". I was aghast not only by this comment but also the fact that two or more guys started clapping in agreement. Dafuq? On a ST convention??
I don't know, I seriously can't cope with it anymore and just wanted to share this. I thought the ST community is a place where I will not have to endure homophobic comments :/ Maybe you have similar experiences?

I think I can make this one woot.

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soooo stiff would make a wonderful Vulcan

That is exactly what I was thinking.

I've flipped it off and on the past year or so.

1) Everyone's OP as shit, so it's got that going for it.

2) They've taken the F2P,P2W model to its logical extension.

3) Story content is threeeeadbare. Be prepared for it to feel extra-grindy after a month or so.

I've been playing Marvel Heroes Online 2015 for a little over a week now and it's a freakin awsome MMO if your a comic book collector like me. I'd like to get permission to start a Guild or Super Group as they are called. The name will be Heroes of Stonewall and can be affiliated with this Stonewall if you want. My chars name is MountainX so if ya decide to play send me a tell and be careful this MMO is very addictive. Oh yeah it's free to play with a game store. :woohoo:

Awesome! I just leveled an altMesmer to 80, but was at a loss for builds and whatnot. I'll definitely try it out. :)

See, Kate and Kathryn make better television.

But frankly, Genevieve's Nicole is a more honest, truthful representation of a thoughtful, introspective scientist.

What's the joke we keep making? Kathryn does science with her phasers.

I suppose it's the logical 24th century extrapolation of the CSI effect:


Credit: xkcd

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From what I had read on the subject Geneviève Bujold was uncomfortable with the media circus surrounding the role, and disdained the interviews that would subsequently come with it, refusing to do them. There's an article about it on Memory Alpha as well, for anyone who is interested.

http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Genevi%C3%A8ve_Bujold

I only remembered Kate Mulgrew through guest spots on Matlock and Murder, She Wrote. I don't think I would have watched Voyager at all if they had stuck with Bujold.

And the work she is doing on Orange is the New Black only reaffirms it for me. Kate Mulgrew ROCKS!

I love her in OITNB!

Spit. I guess I should buy con tix, too.

Yay! See you when you get in! Too bad you can't stay longer but I know you'll have a blast!

Booked. Getting in Thursday night, leaving Sunday on a redeye.

From the Constitution Class Enterprise to the current Enterprise-F, the Flag Ship of the Federation has always been Cruisers. These ships boast high hull and shields at the cost of speed. These ships can take the wrath of the enemies while keeping their team fully healed and do a decent amount of Damage.

During the Livestream we'll talk about the proper set up for a cruiser, how best to utilize your commands and how to keep your self healed up while healing your team mates.

Join us on Saturday June 28th at 8:00 PM Eastern Time.

Topics Covered:
-Cruiser Commands
-Tanks
-Healing
-FIRE EVERYTHING*!

During the hour we'll also be giving away a prize(s?). We will have a scaling prize system where the more participant there is in the event the higher quality the Prize/Packs will be.

The Livestreams will be done every other weeks and will cover a variety of PvP topics

Chapter XXV: Thinking Clearly

From behind the cloak of the Vaq'ghol, it was hard for Semil to believe that the Empire's nominal 'allies' in the Syndicate weren't able to see through it. In two hours they had closed the gap, and were trailing behind the Marauder at short range at high warp. Surely, the Marauder must have a contigency for having been followed by a cloaked ship.

K'vot sat lazily in the captain's seat, unimpressed by Semil's mounting anxiety and worry. "If we mount an at-warp beam over of a boarding party..."

"It won't be possible to match both the subspace frequencies of the warp field and their shields without dissipating the transporter beam. And certainly not without decloaking. Patience."

Semil could hardly stem his overwhelming urge to take immediate, decisive action. A restlessness K'vot could recognize, if not sympathize with.

"We're closing to within thirty minutes of the Verex system. If we don't stop them now..."

"If we don't stop them, they'll what? What is it you think they'll do exactly?"
"I can't be sure. Beam the cargo down to the planet. Hand it off to a second, faster courier. Any number of options out of our control."

"All reasonable speculation. But I think you forget one key..."

"So you don't think Fennaz is expecting us? No more than you're trying to anticipate him?"

"I would have thought that in your time as a Dominion operative, you would have learned that second guessing onesself is the most certain means of ensuring defeat."

Semil shook his head in disagreement. "It's not second guessing - too much of this smells more and more like a trap."

"When confronted with a trap, you intend to just walk away? Or spring it unprepared?"

"I imagine you're intending to beam over boarding parties to search for the cargo. Onto that massive ship, with Founders know how many Orion toughs just waiting to intercept you?" Semil belated winced at his habituated, unconsidered reference. One K'vot was polite or hard-headed enough to ignore.

"Our only other option is to attack with torpedoes at warp. Which risks damaging the cargo, since we're unable to determine its location without actively scanning. Again, that means decloaking."

That last point stung. It should have occurred to Semil. He wasn't thinking clearly. It would take him weeks more to parse out the feeling, but the vague din of a bloodlust was just starting to cloud his judgment. There was no real precedent for such experiences in his downloaded Vorta memories - only the foggy haze of his previous escape...

"Very well then, we let them arrive at their destination. I have an idea."



The Marauder entered the Verex system, dropping out of warp beyond the gas giant fourth planet.

It had started an impulse turn for Verex III, when the Vaq'ghol dropped her cloak and opened fire on the aft quarter of the bulbous, more sizeable Orion ship. Being smaller and more maneuverable, the Bird of Prey brought her wing disruptor cannons to bear with a gracile swiftness the lumbering Marauder would never have been capable of.

The Vaq'ghol held her spray of cannon fire briefly, then unleashed a blinding fury of disruptor bolts, trained on a particular point on the Marauder's bulbous rear.



From his seat on the Bridge, K'vot swiveled to face his Tactical Officer. "Report."

"Direct hit to their portside aft power coupling. Their aft shields are down to forty percent; fluctuating..." The Tactical Officer paused, watching her status displays intently. "Their aft shields are intermittently cutting out."

K'vot tapped the comm system. "Transporter Room. Team One, standby to energize."

The Colonel raised his hand to ready the signal. "Now." His hand lowered, commanding the Operations Officer to trigger the transport cycle.



Aboard the Marauder, in an otherwise non-descript stretch of corridor, the red pulse of alert klaxons partly disguised the telltale orange glow of the Klingon transporter beam. Five Bekks pulled their disruptors, and readied their holstered bat'leths as soon as the beam-in cycle completed. Nodding to each other their readiness, they started down the hallway at a brisk light jog.

They had made it several dozen meters along the corridor by the time the first Orion security response teams engaged them. Disruptor bolts volleyed in each direction of the corridor. A particularly stout Orion guard stumbled down face-first onto the deck plating from his cover position, a freshly blasted scorch mark having seared straight through his midsection.

Meanwhile, down the hall and around the corner, well out of sight of either the boarding party or the Orion security response team, a second transporter beam alit the empty corridor intersection. A lone, pale Vorta craned his neck around in all directions, verifying that he was unseen before starting up a nearby ladder.

From what I had read on the subject Geneviève Bujold was uncomfortable with the media circus surrounding the role, and disdained the interviews that would subsequently come with it, refusing to do them. There's an article about it on Memory Alpha as well, for anyone who is interested.

http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Genevi%C3%A8ve_Bujold

I only remembered Kate Mulgrew through guest spots on Matlock and Murder, She Wrote. I don't think I would have watched Voyager at all if they had stuck with Bujold.

And the work she is doing on Orange is the New Black only reaffirms it for me. Kate Mulgrew ROCKS!