So after a few months I started playing SW:TOR again.
I remember there was a for Stonewall, but I have forgotten how to join it.
Something with KoS comes to mind, but I don't know what the exact code was anymore.
Does the channel still exist and if yes, what was code again to join it?

Thanks in advance! :silly:

Informative. Never knew how bad I was being to introverts. I am truly sorry.

Winslow :S

(Braydon & Michael’s Quarters)
(U.S.S. Olympus)
(Deck 3)
(Stardate: 84780.74)

Michael was in his quarters working over his appointment scheduling for the next 2 weeks. The doors to the quarters opens up, Braydon walks through the door, and in his hands were two PADD’s one containing the duty rosters of the bridge crew and the other containing their performance evaluations.
Michael looked over his shoulder. From where Michael was positioned he was in the corner with a small glass table with a vase which has a bunch of purple orchids. The room was set out quite roomy. The quarters had a couch which was set in the middle of the room, facing towards to windows to the stars outside. The chair which Michael was sitting on was located in the corner near the relipicator, Michael liked the idea of not having to walk far to get a beverage replacement for himself. A small coffee table in located in front of the couch with a three chair dining table located to the far wall opposite to where Michael was.
Braydon walked over the couch and threw himself on to it. Michael turned his head softly towards where Braydon was sitting. Braydon’s hands were covering his face, and his feet were placed on to the arm rest of the couch.
“Long day babe” says Michael?
Braydon slowly removes his hands off of his face and turns his head to Michael was.
“Long day doesn’t cover it, the Ensign that operates at the science station on the bridge was stuffing up on his sensor reading” replies Braydon.
Michael intrigued with the conversation, places his appointment PADD down on the table and slowly begins to stand up.
“I swear the amount of times I had to walk over to his station to undo what the Ensign did you could swear, he was trying to piss me off” says Braydon.
Michael walked over to the couch and grabbed Braydon’s feet and lifted them off the armrest and sat down while placing his feet onto the armrest again.
“What was he doing wrong” asks Michael.
“Somehow the sensor module would shut down after he scanned the mineral deposits of the asteroids, which cause all previous scans done before hand to be lost somehow” responds Braydon.
Michael looked at Braydon with such disbelief of what happened.
“How long has the Ensign been out of the academy” asks Michael.
Braydon brought his legs off of the couch and straightened himself up and he stood. He could tell that Michael was going to be on the defensive regarding new crew members that are fresh from the academy.
He turned his head towards and says, Michael, “not this again, Michael I know that you have your opinion regarding this and all. But don’t start this now.”
Braydon walks away from where Michael was over to the window and stared off into space and slowly turned towards Michael.
“I don’t want to argue about this” says Braydon with a stern tone in his voice.
Michael looked at Braydon, “babe you know that those from the academy haven’t been on a ship let only know how to operate ships system instinctively.
And each ship system are going to be touchy, you had the same problem when you started” responds Michael.
Michael quickly stood up and started walking past Braydon, and just as Michael walks past him Braydon quickly and softly grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled Michael towards him.
Michael knew that Braydon was trying to suck him to him. Michael looked away from Braydon to give the impression that he wasn’t falling for it.
Braydon tilted his head little bit to the right and did the whole puppy dog frown and look. Michael turned his head a little bit and from the corner of his eye he could see Braydon’s face.
He groan when he saw the look that Braydon did.
“I hate you” says Michael.
Braydon continued to look at Michael with his soft puppy dog look.
“So are you going to admit defeat that getting crabby at an Academy newbie?” Asks Michael, Braydon puppy dog look quickly changed to a frown and disappointed look.
Braydon knew he wasn’t going to win this debate as he would like to put it.
“Fine, but you know that I will try and win the next one, you do realize this?” Replies Braydon.
Michael smiles with a sense of gladness.
“So what are you doing at this moment besides your evaluation submissions and duty rosters report?” Asks Michael as he softly removes himself out of Braydon’s grasp and walks over to the dining table and slips into one of the three sits of the dining table.
Braydon watches Michael ever so carefully, admiring Michael sense of stillness in his questions and proud posture as he watches Michael walk over to the dining table.
“Nothing at this point of time, those reports are due for a couple of hours” responses Braydon. “Why do you ask?” Asks Braydon.
Michael slowly turns his head towards Braydon and puts a quick smile on his face. Braydon knows that smile, Braydon smiles back and responses with his hands on his hips.
“Oh… Well we could do that. But I was hoping to go out and have dinner, because we haven’t done that in a fair while since being stationed on the Olympus” says Braydon.
Michael smiles turned into a big grin, he knows that is very much true. They had been on the Olympus for 24 months and during that time they haven’t had a moment to themselves to have dinner, besides the occasional lunch and coffee catch up when they aren’t overly busy with their responsibilities.
Michael quickly stands up and quickly glides over to Braydon and gives him an excited hug.
“That I would love much more, a nice dinner then a sweet “dessert” later”, replies Michael as he winks the word dessert.
Braydon smiled when Michael winked that word. So they both quickly went into their bed room and got changed out of their uniforms and quickly changed into a nice comfy casual outfit.
Ten Forward was known to be the nice hang out on the ship, so they proceeded to head out of their room together, Michael walked beside Braydon as they walked down the corridors to the nearest turbolift.
Just as they turn the corner, they both bumped into Sammy Jays. Sammy looked at Braydon and Michael. Sammy had a smile on her face.
Michael knew what she was smiling about.
”Ok! You can stop smiling now” says Michael.
“Well I can’t help it, when you two are together, I instinctively smile because you both are like to magnets. You super charge me with your feelings and all, and it’s very hard for me to block that off. So if anything you two should stop”, Replies Sammy with a big grin on her face.
Braydon had a hard time getting used to the idea of Sammy being a Betazoid, it made him feel like he wasn’t being probed. Braydon changed his smile into a frown, and Sammy got offended by that quick change in appearance.
Michael knew that something went wrong, and he knew what it was. Michael turned to Braydon and said.
”Babe, Sammy was joking about the not smiling and being happy” says Michael.
The history between Sammy and Braydon was never the easiest one. Michael recalls the day when he first told Sammy that he and Braydon were dating. Sammy was excited and happy for Michael. Sammy had said to Michael that when he ever finds himself that right person for him, that he would introduce him to her. Michael kept that promise to her.
So when Braydon meet Sammy for the first time, Braydon felt out of place, Sammy could pick that up. Braydon felt ever more out of place when he was told that Sammy was a Betazoid.
Michael never knew what had happened between Braydon and Sammy, but he had obviously guessed that Braydon had thought something about Sammy, because the next thing he saw was Sammy throwing a punch into Braydon’s face. The force from Sammy’s punch had thrown Braydon onto his back from where he stood.
Michael was absolutely shocked with the actions that Sammy had displayed. He looked towards Sammy and all he could see what complete disgust on her face, Braydon who was on the floor with a broken nose, had jumped up quickly and yelled at her in Klingon.
The one thing that Michael had learnt about Braydon was being a half human and half Klingon, Braydon was easy to anger. As much as Michael admired that about Braydon, he was sometime scared of what Braydon temper would get him into some of the times.
Michael quickly intercepted Braydon’s body posture and jumped in front of Braydon and quickly grabbed Braydon and shouted, “Braydon! Stop!”
Braydon noticed what Michael did, and quickly turned around and walked away from Michael and Sammy.
Michael thought to himself that he will talk to him later, once he had calmed down and all. Michael quickly turned towards Sammy.
“What the hell was that?” Michael interjected before Sammy could say something to Braydon as he walked away.
“He thought terrible things about me, and he had recalled event that had happened where his was read without his permission by a species that were telepathic. And he expressed what he wished he could do to them” responded Sammy.
Michael was stunned by what Sammy had said, but as Michael has known to not quickly judge. He wasn’t able to say anything back to her in that moment. But Sammy had felt the shock that Michael was in, so she was able to know that Michael was thinking as such.
“I know I was out of line with what I did. But all I felt from him was absolutely resentment towards those that are telepathic. And I reacted to his feeling, so please assure him that I didn’t mean to attack him like that, but it wasn’t very hard not to push aside what he was feeling and all” says Sammy.
Michael nodded to what she had said, normally he was the one that would dissolve situations as such from becoming volatile. Michael turned towards where Braydon had walked off to, Sammy in turn said, “go after him and explain things to him please. I will go and allow you time to sort it out. But be safe please” says Sammy.
And with that Sammy turned towards the corridor that was behind her and proceeded to walk back to her quarters.
Michael quickly walked in the direction of where Braydon went, but he wasn’t able to find him. Michael quickly tapped his commbadge.
“Markus to Burnett?” say Michael
Michael waited for Braydon to respond. But there was no response,
Michael tapped his commbadge again, “Computer where is Commander Burnett?” Say Michael.
A female voice response to Michael request,” Commander Burnett is in Ten Forward.”
Michael thought to himself, wow…. He is quick on his feet. Michael quickly headed to the Turbolift, the door to the turbolift opened and Michael walked in. Ten Forward says Michael.
The door to the turbolift closed and it began to move. Michael wasn’t sure on how to approach Braydon, he knows that he can’t approach Braydon, as he normally would when he is counselling his patients. So he had to rethink on what he was going to do.
The turbolift came to a halt and the doors opened up. Michael walked out of the turbolift, and turned right from the turbolift towards the double doors of Ten Forward.
The doors slid apart revealing no one else by Braydon and 2 bottles of Blood Wine that were in front of him. Michael frowned at the sight of the alcohol that Braydon had in front of him.
Michael slowly approached him and just as he was about to announce his present. Braydon slowly turned his head.
“I think I should not be near you right now” says Braydon.
Michael was stunned again.
“And why is that, if I may ask” replies Michael.
Braydon slowly turned his head back towards the windows starring out into space.
“Because I said so, it isn’t safe for you right now”, Braydon states with a stern low voice.
Michael slowly walks to the chair nearest to Braydon. He could see that Braydon has had a few drinks already.
“I will take my chances”, says Michael as he proceeds to sit down.
Braydon glared at Michael as he sits down in the chair near him.
“So what did that, Sli-Vak” say about me?
Michael wasn’t fluent in Klingon, but he knew that what he said wasn’t a compliment as such.
Michael quickly disregarded the comment and continued to answer the main question.
“Sammy had told me what you had thought of regarding telepathic abled species, and what had happened to you. And she responded to your thoughts as well as what you felt about them” replies Michael.
Braydon quickly turned his head when Michael told him what Sammy said. “She had no right to read me like that!” Yells Braydon towards Michael.
Michael kept his composure when Braydon yelled at him, even though it wasn’t towards him, it was more towards what he had said. “She didn’t read you, she felt your thoughts and emotions regarding what you had wished to did to those that harmed you”, replies Michael in a stern voice.
Braydon looked at Michael, but didn’t respond to what he said. Michael knew that he shouldn’t ask what had happened. But Braydon needed to move on from his problem and anger towards others that could potentially be harmed by him.
“So you want to tell me what happened, that caused them to telepathically assault you?” Asked Michael.
Braydon had hoped that Michael would never find out about this. But he knew that there wasn’t no way Michael was going to forget about this. “Right now, I don’t wish to talk about, but I will give you access to read up on this” says Braydon.
Michael was confused by what he had said. Braydon had grabbed Michael by his hands and he turned his hand palm up and placed a smooth long rectangular shaped item into the palm of his hands and closed it.
Michael opened his palm and saw an isolinear chip, he wasn’t sure what the chip was for. Braydon explained that this chip would give him access to the file that he would be able to read up on. And with that Braydon got up and slowly turned towards the doors to leave Ten Forward,
Michael quickly got up and was about to say something to him, but then Braydon interjected. “Until you read what has happened, don’t come near me until then, allow me the time to calm myself down for a while. That’s all I can ask of you.”
And with that Braydon walked out of Ten Forward with Michael standing there with the chip in his hand. Michael thought about what had happened to Braydon, what was the reason for why those telepaths did what they did to him, and for what reason would they have to read his mind for.
Michael proceeded to head out of Ten Forward towards the turbolift. He ponders a bit move on what Braydon is going through, and wished he could more for him. But Michael was told to stay away until he knows what went on with him.
The doors to the turbolift opened and Michael proceeded into the lift.
“Deck 5” says Michael to the computer.
The lift doors shut and the lift proceeded to his destination. He speculated on what he would find once he put in the isolinear chip in.
As he thought on it more the door of the lift opened.
Michael not noticing the doors opened,
“Are you ok sir”, asks a young female ensign.
Michael quickly moved his head and noticed the doors were open.
“Oh. Sorry I didn’t notice. Yes, everything is alright” replies Michael.
Michael proceeded to walk out of the turbolift and turns left towards his quarters, the young ensign watches Michael turn down the corridor, and she shrugged her shoulders.
“Good night Sir”, she replies.
Michael doesn’t say a word back to her. And she proceeded to enter the turbolift. Michael didn’t realize until the last moment that she said something, but he was too lately to say something back, so he continues to walks towards his quarters.
He arrives at the door, but he suddenly stops. He was scared of knowing about what’s on the chip. And with that he quickly wipes the thought from his mind, he knew that sooner or later he will be too intrigued in not reading up about this.
He taps on the panel of his room to enter. The doors of his quarters were small, but he didn’t care. He was used to having a small room to live in.
As he enters his quarters, he see his work station where we reviews patients and appointments for his patients.
To his right was a 2 seater couch with a small coffee table. Against the wall directly in front of the couch was the food replicator. He turns to his table and the computer terminal that is situated there with his chair.
He wasn’t sure on whether he should look at it now or to give himself time to prepare for whatever he may find. Either way, he knew that he would have to look at it eventually.
He pulls out the chair that’s at his work station, and inserts the isolinear chip into the computer terminal.
Authorization accepted announces the female computer voice.
What Michael saw wasn’t what he had expected.

(Captain’s Quarters)
(U.S.S. Olympus)
(Deck 3)
(Stardate: 86921.11)

Slowly stirring in his sleep, after working a 16 hour shift, the studying and analysing of Borg technology always made Michael quiver, terrified even with fear, pain and anguish that comes from a Borg drone injecting it’s assimilation tubules into the victims neck. Ever since his close encounter with the Borg on a planet he visited.
He found it hard to properly sleep, even the medication that Doctor Wilcox had given had helped in the beginning, but after a while of stop taking them, Michael would always found himself lying in bed with his head facing the ceiling.
“If I keep this up, I may start counting Borg sheep and I doubt that would help me sleep”, Michael thought to himself.
Slowing sitting up in his bed, he turns to look out the window nearest to him, he slowly starts to get out of bed to walk over the food replicator in the next room. But he stops near the doorway to the living area and to his right is a set of draws that are near the doorway.
He looks over to his photo of him and his partner. He slowly grabs the photo and places it in his hands, he softly brushes the side of the frame with his right hand while holding the frame with his left hand, the sensation of titanium with sapphire jewels embedded into the framing felt cold and he quickly puts the frame down and resumes to walk over to the food replicator.

Just as his was about to order something to drink, which he wasn’t sure of what he was wanting, just something to ease him to sleep, the door chimed.
He quickly walked back to his room to grab his robe and quickly wraps it around him.
“Come in”, he responses, the doors open sideways with bright lights shining at him obscuring the figure appears. “Michael” the tall figure says, Michael rubbing his eyes whilst still covering his eyes at the same time, replying in response to the tall figure.
“Braydon? Is that you?” Michael’s eyes start to sting from the rubbing. “Computer? Lights low level, please?” Says Michael.
The room slowly brightens up, and the tall figure was Sammy Jays.
“Oh sweetie, you still have a hard time sleeping?” Asks Sammy.
Michael sadden that it wasn’t Braydon.
“Oh, hey Sammy, yeah I am still.” says Michael
Michael slowly walks over to Sammy and gives her a hug to welcome her.
Sammy has been close friend to Michael for a long time. They meet at Starfleet Academy together, Sammy and Michael both shared the same classes for tactical training and hand to hand combat. Sammy was well known for her quick and agile moves on the combat arena. And a majority of the class mate refuse to compete against her. Sammy was a Lieutenant Commander on U.S.S. Olympus, serving as the ship’s security chief and tactical officer.
Michael and Sammy both work on the same shift, but as of lately Michael has been preoccupied with other matters. Sammy was five foot nine, with shoulder length blonde hair and Black eyes, some people would think that that she isn’t as strong as she looks. But once you bring her a challenge, she wouldn’t back down without a fight. Sammy welcomes the cuddle from him.
They cuddle for a few seconds, Michael slowly pulls away and walks over to the couch to his left. Sammy slowly follows Michael and walks over to the replicator.
“Two coffees, White with two Sugars.” says Sammy
Sammy slowly turns around and looks at Michael.
She knows that Michael is thinking about Braydon. She didn’t have to look at him to know what he was thinking. Being a Betazoid has it perks, but a pain when you feel the emotions of every person that serves and lives on the ship.
It can be quite taxing, thankfully before leaving betazed, Betazoids are giving intense training in learning to blocking out people feels and thoughts. But Sammy was born on earth with both of her parent being Betazoids themselves.it was a challenge for Sammy to block out things with people who throw out their thoughts constantly, lucky for both herself and Michael, they had made an agreement in the past, whenever he looks concerned where there are problems going through his mind, he wanted her to be able to approach him and talk to him,
“Did you call me Braydon when I come in?” Asks Sammy
Michael quickly looks up at her, with her quizzical look he knows that the jig was up. Rubbing his hands together, he wasn’t sure how to respond to her.
Sammy turns back to the replicator just as it finishes materializing the two cups of coffee. She grabs the handles of the cups and slowly pivots on one foot and slowly rotates her body into doing a one eighty. She immediately hands Michael’s his cup, and he slowly grabs the base of the cup and waits for Sammy to let go of the cup. She slowly sits down on the couch next to Michael, she removes her fingers from the handle of Michael’s cup. Michael in turn places his fingers in the handles and turns the handle to the right side of him.
Michael slowly brings the cups towards his lips and drinks the coffee. The taste of the coffee with the soft hint of sugar mixed with it, he softly moans, Sammy turns to Michael and smiles.
”So? I’m guessing that I was right?” Said Sammy.
Michael turns to her with a frown on his face.
”You do know that, I hate that you can read me like that? Especially since you are a Betazoid”, replies Michael with a frown and his head tilting to the left.
“You do realise that it’s hard to block out people’s feelings and thoughts. But you and I have talked about this before? And you agreed if you were ever non-talkative and mopey as such that I can read you”, replies Sammy.
“Non-talkative yes, Mopey no. And I am never mopey” replies Michael.
Sammy turns her head to look at Michael, she leans her head forward and looks at him. Michael turns his head and sees the look on her face.
“God, she knows that I hate that look, it reminds me the Academy’s diplomacy professor.” Sammy’s jaw dropped.
“How do I look like Professor Franks?” Says Sammy in a low growl voice that she does.
Slowly Michael smiles.
Michael responses back, “that teaches you for reading my thoughts.”
Sammy slowly smiles and quickly laughs. Sammy takes a big gulp of her coffee. She slowly places the cup down in front of her on the coffee table. Just as she finishes placing her cup down, she turns to Michael and give him the look of “should I ask you again?”
Michael saw the look she gave and he knows what that meant. With a quick sigh as he places his cup of coffee down.
”Alright. Yes I did, could you blame me” responds Michael.
Sammy knew from that answer, he was sad to see someone important to him is gone from his life.
“Oh honey, I feel your pain and when I mean feel I mean literally, which by the way, Yeouch…” says Sammy.
Michael looked up and faced Sammy, he softly smiled for a moment and resumed to frown again. Just as Michael gets up from the couch and grabs the cups of coffee that they both had.
“Captain Markus? Lieutenant Commander Jays? Please report to the bridge,” says a female voice over the intercom.
That sudden announcement of Captain Markus, just reminded him of Braydon, but he knew that it was meant for him, Michael looks at Sammy, and they both looked puzzled by why they are being called to the bridge so early in the morning.
“Jays to Bridge, what seems to be the problem?” Replies Sammy.
A male voice response back, “we have just received a report from the 12th fleet. They have engaged a Borg Sphere in the Proxima System.”
Michael face slowly turned towards Sammy, she knew what that meant.
“I’m on my way” replies Sammy.
Michael quickly ran over to his wardrobe to grab his uniform. He quickly got changed, slipping out of his sleeping clothes into his long black pants, his dark blue top and black vest with silver buttons. He quickly grabbed his boots and slipped into them, and walked past his set of draws with the photo frame on it.
(I will find you Braydon. And I will make them pay for they did to you. I swear.)
Sammy looked over to Michael to see him staring at the photo of Braydon and Him on their anniversary. She knows the pain and the ordeal that Michael has gone through in losing Braydon to the Borg, even though it wasn’t confirmed that the reason for his MIA was Borg related, Michael turned towards the door and walked out of his bedroom into his living room.
Sammy nodded without saying a word at Michael. Michael knew she was asking if he was alright to do this. He nodded back at her, and grinned with such determination. He proceeded out the door of his quarters and Sammy walking quickly behind him.
Michael tapped his commbadge, “what’s the situation with the 12th fleet?” Says Michael with a stern voice.
A female voice sounds out, “the 12th fleet has over 60 ships, 7 have been disabled already and 5 have been destroyed in the last 5 minutes. The fleet is requesting all and immediate assistance.”
Quickly in Michael’s mind he was formulating a plan, but he needs all the information to do what he knows.
“What’s the status of the Borg Sphere?” Says Michael as he walks around the corner with Sammy in close pursuit.
Another female response to his question, “the Borg sphere has moderate damage to its upper right quadrant of the sphere. Minor power fluctuations are emanating from that location as well.”
Michael arrives at the doors of the turbolift, he taps the panel on the left of the turbolift doors waiting the doors to open.
Sammy comes flying around the corner, nearly bumping into Michael at the same time. “Acknowledge the fleet’s request for aid and set a course to the Proxima system maximum warp” response Michael.
“Understood sir, setting course to Proxima system now, ETA 10 minutes” replying to his orders.
Michael Markus, acting captain of the U.S.S. Olympus, Michael was placed into command of the Olympus 3 months ago after a terrible away mission on a planet’s surface went horribly wrong.
The immediate thought of giving orders to order a ship into battle wasn’t a second nature thing to him. He wasn’t officially promoted as of yet by Starfleet. But since there wasn’t a captain available to take command, Starfleet have noted into Michael’s service record that he is acting captain until an arrangement was made.
The doors to the turbolift opened up, he proceeded into the turbolift with Sammy right behind him. “Bridge” says Sammy, ordering the computer to send the turbolift to the command deck of the ship. Michael starting to stare off into space, he was studying to take command of a ship before any of the previous events happened. But he never thought he would have to take command so quickly.
(Minor power fluctuations could be our chance to do some real damage).
Sammy spoke to Michael about the situation with the Sphere, but he didn’t acknowledge what she said. Sammy looked at him and she frowned at him.
“So when are you planning on beaming into the Borg Sphere to go on a mad lover’s revenge” says Sammy.
Michael quickly looked at her and was gob smacked by what she said.
“What did you say?” replies Michael.
She turns away with her arms folded.
“So you heard that and not what I just said a moment ago” says Sammy.
Michael knows he was distracted with his quick thinking. But he wasn’t expecting Sammy to say that, especially since it was something that he had thought about a while ago. But instead of dismissing it what she had said, he decided to make a joke out of it.
“Why? Do you want to tag along through the Borg’s gates of hell, grinning with a big smile across his face when he says it?” says Michael
Sammy turns to look at him. Cracking a half smile with a small wink, “only if I pack the food and phasers in the basket?”
As she says it, she places out her hand wanting to shake on it.
Michael turns and grabs her hand and shakes.
“It does a done deal, just be sure that the phasers are fully charged!” Says Michael.
The turbolift doors open, Michael begins walking out on to the bridge towards to his chair in the centre of the room. Sammy walks over to her station at tactical. Tapping on the tactical console, she checks the torpedo compliment and phaser level, she felt help knowing that the ship was ready and armed to the teeth.
Now she quickly checks the shield strength, she was always nervous about the shields strength she swears that this ship’s shield never liked her when she first took the role of tactical officer on the bridge, but she was safe they seem to be running smoothly for the moment.
“Sir, Phaser and Torpedoes are ready. Shields are fully charged”, reports Sammy.
“Good, be ready on my mark and select your targets accordingly, understood Lieutenant Commander?” Says Michael.
“Understood sir”, replies Sammy.
“Helm, how long until we enter the Proxima system?” he slowly stands and walks over to the helm station whilst asking the ensign that is station there.
The ensign turns his head a little, “ETA 2 minutes sir”, replies the ensign.
Michael hasn’t fully accustomed himself to remembering their names as of yet. He was terrible in recalling people’s name, he thought he was always cursed when it came to name remembering.
“Good, as soon as we are in close range of the fleet, I want an update of the fleet status the moment we drop out of warp ensign”, says Michael.
“Understood sir” replies the ensign.
“Bridge to Engineering, I need the remodulation sub routines up and running the moment that we drop out of warp” says Michael.
A male voice responds to Michael’s request, “Sir, you do realise that we haven’t fully tested out those sub routines yet” says Lieutenant Kimz.
Lieutenant Will Kimz finished the Academy at the same time as Michael and Sammy. He is a quiz kid in making things work, well most of the time.
Michael was excited to have Lieutenant Kimz on board, it made me feel less older knowing that a joined trill with more life times, then Michael has would make him feel more at home.
“And I am a bit suspicious about these algorithms for these sub routines as well. Are you sure we can’t run a quick simulation before activating it” says Will with a concerned tone to his voice.
“No can do Will, we are about to enter into battle and we need those sub routine very shortly” replies Michael.
“Understood sir, Kimz out” says Will.
Kimz voices didn’t sound pleased with that outcome, but he knew that we needed every advantage we got.
Michael quickly looked at Sammy, he quickly thought out loud to Sammy, just so she and he could know.
(I hope I am doing the right thing Sammy, not just for my sake. For everyone’s as well.)
And in that moment Sammy nodded.
(You know you are doing what you feel is right for the ship. We are all behind you, one hundred per cent.)
With that as a comfort, Michael turns his head back to the viewscreen. He leans back into his chair.
“Sir, I have a status update of the fleet. The flagship of the fleet, the U.S.S. Hermes is crippled sir.
Fifty per cent of the fleet are able to fight, but they are running low on torpedoes” says the ensign.
Michael knows that this may be a tough fight, but he knows that tough fights aren’t meant to be won so easily.
“Ensign, inform the fleet that I am taking command. Also, I want any ship that is the closest to the damage section of the sphere to concentrate their fire into that section.
We need them to put everything that can into that section of the ship, the rest of the fleet is to provide cover fire and distraction.”
Michael orders comms officer to send out that message,
Michael turns towards Sammy, “Lieutenant Commander, commence firing on the sphere as soon as we are in range.”
“Bridge to Engineering, I hope you are ready, we are about to test out that sub routine shortly.” says Michael
“All hands, battle stations.” sternly says Michael
The alert status changes from condition green to red alert.

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We will be starting a daily schedule of events for the guild going forward. Commanders of the guild will be assigned a specific day and group of activities to lead. We are still working on filling the week and need active players who are able to lead a group of guildies during an assigned day and time. The current schedule is as follows:

Monday - Dungeons, Fractals or WvW at 7 PM EST w/ Persephone.2074

Persephone will run Dungeons, Fractals or WvW groups depending on guild interest at that time. She will be available most Monday's at 7 PM EST and will ask in guild chat for interested members.

Tuesday - Guild Hosted Event every other week (Opposite patch day) at 9 PM EST.

Guild hosted events are created by the guild members using the "Events" tool. Events can be made up of any kind of player driven activity such as races, scavenger hunts, manhunts, etc. The member holding the event should reward top contestants prizes and may ask Elquin for support if needed.

Wednesday - Unassigned.

Thursday - Guild Missions at 9 PM EST

Guild Missions will begin at 9 PM EST. Preparation for bounties will start at 8:30 PM EST.

Friday - WvW Reset

Guild members are encouraged to participate in WvW during reset with the TDS collective. Please party up with guild members and coordinate together.

Saturday - Guild Missions 9 PM EST

Guild Missions will begin at 9 PM EST. Preparation for bounties will start at 8:30 PM EST.

Sunday - Jumping Puzzles, Mini-Dungeons and Group Events at 7 PM EST w/ Pnutt Buttah.4653

Roops will run Jumpin Puzzle, Mini-Dungeon or Group Events depending on guild interest at that time. He will be available most Sundays at 7 PM EST and will ask in guild chat for interested members.

Just because someone is introverted doesn't mean they don't like company.

I wish more people understood this...

Thank you for sharing! :)

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Great googly moogly! That was freakin awesome! :cheer:

I want them to give him his own series now!

They could make an entire series that leads up to that mini-episode.

OMFG

It seems closed beta has been going on for this:http://massively.joystiq.com/2013/11/14/hands-on-with-swtors-galactic-starfighter/ , and the press at least have been released from their NDA.

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Great googly moogly! That was freakin awesome! :cheer:

IKR! I want them to give him his own series now!

Great googly moogly! That was freakin awesome! :cheer:

Oh my good golly goodness! :-D

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No wonder I am always so tired - I so want time to myself at home. This picture is so me! :S

This is me aswell :)

Made me chuckle! Especially the last picture! Very true!


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As a fully accredited member of the Introverts guild, I largely agree with this. :P It's a good "cliffs notes" introduction, as with most things, there's a lot more to it.

Thanks for sharing!

This is so very, very, very me.

Well, someone has been reading Jung... :)