OH and yes... Harbinger is our server.

YAY Dom!! I have toons on each side... my all-time favourite was my Republic Jedi Sage, but the Imperial Bounty Hunter was a lot of fun too.

I do have a low-level Imperial Sith Sorcerer, so maybe we can level if you choose Imperial!

Thanks, man :)

Most spend more time on Rep than Emp, we are on harbinger, that was last i knew a few weeks ago.

Last year with the impending launch of Guild Wars 2 and the Stonewall Gaming Network was about to spawn it’s third major guild, Stonewall Vanguard. It became clear to the leadership that our current Ventrilo set up wasn't going to be viable much longer and since then we've had on and off discussions about the best route to take.

With the recent launch of Neverwinter and the Legacy of Romulus expansion for Star Trek Online, new rooms were created to handle the interest and protect our members from unfair spoilers. It became clear that this is going to be a continuing trend as big releases creep up on us (Wildstar, Elder Scrolls online, Everquest Next etc) and we no longer have the luxury of dragging our feet.

As such I have made some changes to the layout of our Ventrilo server which will hopefully help us cope in the future.

Private rooms are no longer game specific
We had twelve “private” rooms spread across three separate categories, one for each of the major guilds in the Stonewall Gaming Network.

This setup was flawed because any future guilds we created would need their own set of rooms which would soon turn Ventrilo into a h-scroll nightmare and also many members play games which aren’t STO, GW2 or SW:TOR.

So we have removed the game specific nature of the “private” mission rooms and have lowered the overall amount. We now have eight “Cooperation” rooms which can be used for anything the membership desire.

More rooms can be added should they be required.

We tried to decide on a unique naming theme for the private rooms but couldn't come to an agreement that all the leadership was happy with. As such we’re going to use letters of the greek alphabet as a place holder until we can decide on a suitable theme.

Because these rooms are often used for difficult content that requires teamwork and clear communication, these rooms have an etiquette that should be followed. Members shouldn't enter an already populated room without prior permission and upon entering members should try to avoid disrupting ongoing activities.

Live Events section
We have added a new “Live Events” section to Ventrilo which will help house rooms which aren’t going to be a permanent addition to the lineup. These can exist for as long as they’re needed and are being used with regularity.

For example, with the release of Legacy of Romulus to the tribble server a tribble chat room was created to help prevent spoilers for those who didn’t want to try the storyline early. This room would now have been made in the “Live Events” section and once the Legacy of Romulus expansion had moved to the Holodeck server, as the room was no longer needed, it would have been deleted.

The Stonewall Lounge gets it’s own section
To help emphasise that “The Stonewall Lounge” room is non-game specific and is for all members, it has been moved to it’s own section away from the game specific over-eighteen rooms.

New layout is as follows:

AFK
Cooperation Rooms
- Alpha
- Beta
- Delta
- Epsilon
- Gamma
- Iota
- Kappa
- Omega
Live Events
- *rooms here as needed*
Music
Public Game Rooms
- Dwayna’s Tavern (18+)
- Moonstone Mask (18+)
- Ten Forward (18+)
- The Harbringer Cantina (18+)
Public Room
- The Stonewall Lounge
The Bridge (Officers Only)
The Ready Room (Fleet Captains)

Happy gaming!

Halish

what about for Remans? Since they have an option pool all our own with a style.

Hello fleeties!
I'm downloading TOR back to my computer at the moment.
My question is, what server do we play on? Oh, and should I join Republic or Empire first? I want to play with as many of you as possible. Of course I'll join both sides, but I want to focus on one character


Looking forward to joining you in the amazing universe of endless possibilities!
Dom.

I'm glad they're finally doing this. I just wish they had it earlier when I accidentally created my first character, leveled it to 35, all on the wrong server. But hopefully it'll get people where they need to be.

With all the updates here recently, they are really addressing some of the biggest complaints and deficiencies of the game. I'd love for people who played in the early days and left to come back and try it now -- it's so much better. Now hopefully they're working on some more class story lines.... :)

I was running around Yak's and our BL for a while and it seemed we were doing really good :cheer:

Tier 3 servers and we're holding our own so far. I hope it lasts this time! =D We sure are showing them a good fight at the moment... EB looks beautiful =)

There has been a confirmation on an actual date for those who are on APAC (Asia Pacific Server, I think that is the meaning of APAC) that a one time transfer is being given to all those to moved all character to wish ever server on SWTOR.

Weblink regarding this topic is below.

http://www.swtor.com/community/showthread.php?t=645881

and on a personal note. WOOT!!!

Hi Guildmates,

What are your thoughts on our new opponents in WvW? I'm excited about it. I just moved from Sea of Sorrows to Crystal Desert, so even for me it seems like we have been battling the same servers for forever and a day!

Sincerely,

Ryan

((Two updates in two days!? CRAZY, I TELL YOU! Actually, just putting some of the free time I've had lately to good use. By the way, if you've ever wanted to see the in-game versions of the Pandora's crew, check out the 'Show us your crew' thread in Ten Forward.))

The large glass exterior of the Cyronics buildings reflected the lights of the setting sun as Cassie and the Pandora away team approached. With a pass of an ID card over a nearby reader, one of the lobby’s main doors unlocked. Now that normal business hours had long since ended, the advertisement monitors above the lobby were dark and the only person there was a lone security guard at the reception desk. Cassie walked the group over and gave the guard a smile.

“Hi. I’m escorting these three visitors up to the 22nd floor offices. They were meeting with Dr. Park today and accidentally left their bags in his receptionist’s office.”

The guard looked past Cassie and eyed Maggie, War’en, and Red in turn. After a moment, he shrugged and motioned to a mounted white tablet computer on the desk.

“Sign ‘em in and make sure they sign out before they leave.”

The away team looked at the device and exchanged glances when they realized it was an interface completely different from the ubiquitous LCARS that was standard throughout Starfleet and many worlds in the Federation. Thankfully, apparently this was Cassie’s duty as an employee of the company and she began making various swipes and presses, even entering data on a digital representation of an archaic input device.

“So inefficient,” muttered War’en. “That device seems to favor looks over functionality to an extent that most actions seem needlessly complicated.”

Maggie shrugged. “All part of progress, I guess.”

When she was finished, Cassie turned to them and motioned for them to follow. “Come on. The elevators are right over here.”

War’en followed, but Maggie briefly held Red back.

“Talk to her,” she whispered. “See if you can find out what this place does.”

“Won’t that look suspicious? She thinks we were here earlier. And why me? You’re the one from Starfleet Intelligence!” he whispered back, though his voice still carried a level of incredulity.

“Yeah, but you’re better at getting people to talk to you. Trust me.”

With that, Maggie quickly caught up to War’en and Cassie, leaving Red to once again bring up the rear while attempting to suppress his increasingly sour mood.

“By the way,” Cassie said to War’en as she called the elevator, “didn’t you have a fourth person with you. Pretty nondescript guy, brown hair...”

War’en stumbled as he spoke, completely caught off guard by this latest revelation.

“Oh... he had to leave early. He had another meeting to attend. We’re meeting back up with him later.”

“Ah,” Cassie said as the elevator doors opened. The group piled in and Cassie pressed the button for the 22nd floor.

Halfway through an awkward elevator ride, Red finally broke the silence.

“So, Cassie. Sorry if we spoke about this, but it’s been a really long day. What do you do for Cryonics, again?”

Cassie’s expression brightened as the break in the tension she had been perceiving between her guests.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t. Alan whisked you into his office shortly after we met. I’m a research scientist here. I work in our Reanimation Protocols division.”

Red looked at Cassie for a moment as he realized what type of ‘cryo’ that Cryonics was involved in.

“And are you primarily concerned with laboratory uses or is this for a more medical application?”

“Medical and space flight. After all, the whole reason we’re freezing people is to either send them out on long voyages or to store them until cures for certain terminal illnesses can be found.”

The elevator doors opened and the group stepped out into the sterile corridor that linked the floor’s laboratories. Cassie turned right and led the group while continuing to talk to Red. War’en took advantage of the distraction and began whispering to Maggie.

“Do you have a plan? She’s going to suspect something when we get to this man’s office and our ‘bags’ aren’t there.”

Maggie smiled. “Just act surprised. She believes us, so I imagine she’ll rationalize it for us. Meanwhile, I’m going to plant my commbadge so that we can use its signal to transport in later tonight and investigate the office of this ‘Dr. Park’.”

War’en’s eyebrows raised in approval. “That might actually work.”

“Your confidence is truly inspiring,” she quipped as the group turned a corner. They now found that the hallway was lined with offices on either side. Maggie continued as they walked.

“I have to admit, I’m very interested to see why duplicates of us from an alternate universe wanted to go back in time just to take our technology and meet with someone working for a cryogeni--”

Maggie stopped mid-sentence and the color drained from her face. Just ahead, having just turned into the hallway, were the mirror universe duplicates of Maggie, War’en, Red, and Will, standing in front of a taller man.

Cassie looked at the group in front of them, then at Red, then back to the other Red down the hall.

“What the hell...? How...? Alan, what is going on!?”

The two Maggies reached into their respective purses nearly simultaneously and drew out phaser weapons. The other Maggie’s comrades drew weapons out of their suits. The War’en and Red standing next to Cassie were slower on the draw.

“You’re coming with us. Surrender your weapons peacefully,” War’en ordered.

The other Maggie smirked. “Not likely. Boys? Kill them.”

“What!? NO!” shouted Dr. Park as he shoved through between alternate War’en and Will to grab his Maggie’s firing arm.

The delay was all Cassie needed to suddenly turn and shove Red into an open break room that was on his right. War’en and Maggie took the opportunity and fired stun shots at the group of mirror duplicates as they followed behind Cassie. War’en’s shot missed, but Cassie struck Mirror War’en square in the chest, sending him onto his back.

Maggie, War’en, and Red were now crouched along two walls of the room, with Cassie farther behind near Red. War’en and Red were taking up firing positions due to their proximity to the door. Soon, lines of amber light were streaking through the corridor, scoring doors and walls with blast marks.

“What the hell is going on? Why do those people look exactly like you?” Cassie yelled over the phaser fire at Maggie. “And while we’re on the subject, what kind of weapons are those!?”

Maggie ignored Cassie and spoke to War’en and Red. “Well, we found them. Now what?”

“Contact Will and have him beam them behind a forcefield on the shuttle,” answered War’en as he traded fire.

Maggie reached into her purse and tapped her commbadge. Since she didn’t actually pull it out, Cassie was quite surprised when Maggie started speaking to no one in particular.

“Matoya to Lacera. We found our duplicates, but we’re pinned down in a firefight with them. We need you to beam them into a containment area on the shuttle.”

In the shuttle, Will’s hands were flying over the console controls. His efforts only earned him a negative beep.

“No good. I can’t get a lock on the signals near you. From the interference, I’d say they have a transporter jamming device.”

Maggie rolled her eyes. “Of course. They have me on their team. They would think to do that.”

“Hey, it may have been my idea,” countered Red as he poked out from his spot and fired. He was pulling back when a phaser shot struck him right in his left shoulder. The force threw him to the ground, causing him to gasp in pain.

“RED!” Maggie shouted. She quickly reached forward and tried to pull him out of the enemy’s line of sight. Cassie glanced at Maggie then back to Red before assisting her. Maggie glanced back at Cassie in surprise, then looked over at War’en.

“We need to beam out of here. We’re outgunned.”

War’en spoke as he fired. “Not possible. We can’t risk contamination to the timeline.”

Maggie’s eyes widened. “War’en! Red just got hit by a phaser blast in a firefight with our mirror duplicates. The timeline is already FUCKED,” she shouted.

War paused and looked back over at Cassie, then Red. Finally, he nodded.

“Will, four to beam up!”

“Four!?”

“Just do it!”

“Yes, sir. Energizing!”

Four columns of blue light washed over the group. Cassie’s look of surprise was frozen in place as she disappeared from view with the rest of the away team.

On the shuttle, Will turned around in his chair to see the group rematerialize. When he Red on the ground with his shoulder completely blackened, his eyebrows rose over his VISOR. He turned back to the console and began piloting the ship.

“Plotting a course for the Pandora. I’ll beam you to Sickbay as soon as we’re in range.”

“Good. Alert the captain that we’re en route,” said War’en as he looked down at Red. He could tell Red was trying his best to mentally block out the pain. He placed his hand on the man’s head, then looked up at Cassie. She was staring out at the view that lay before the shuttle... and watching the moon rapidly grow closer.

“Oh... oh my... how... how is this possible? No ship can move this quickly in space.”

Will suddenly spun back around in his chair and looked at Cassie, noticing her for the first time. His jaw dropped and he looked over at War’en.

“Sir...”

“I’ll take care of her, Mr. Lacera. Just get us back to the Pandora.”

“... yes, sir.”

A beeping alert pulled Will’s attention back to the console. “We’re in range. Energizing.”

Will entered a command and the group once again disappeared in a shimmer of blue light and reappeared in Sickbay. Cassie looked around wide-eyed at everything around her. War’en noticed and looked at Maggie.

“Keep an eye on her. Do not let her touch or read anything.”

Maggie nodded. War’en looked at Red, who had been beamed onto a bed, then spoke to the ship’s computer.

“Computer, activate EMH!”

Much to War’en’s surprise, another duplicate of himself suddenly materialized. Cassie turned around just in time to see it appear and jumped back in shock.

“Another clone!?”

Maggie quickly put her hands on Cassie’s shoulders and shook her head. “No, not a clone. That’s different. It’s... well... a hologram. He’s filling in for the ship’s doctor.”

“Where is the ship’s doctor?”

“... on the floor with a serious injury...”

War’en looked at the holographic version of himself and pointed to Red. “He was hit with a phaser that was likely set to kill.”

The EMH looked at Red and nodded. “Acknowledged. I may require some assistance, so stand by.”

War’en nodded and looked down at Red while the EMH began scanning him with a medical tricorder. Cassie watched the entire scene in disbelief. Finally, she closed her eyes and spoke slowly to Maggie.

“That ship... this place. Are you an alien?”

Maggie shook her head. “No. I’m not an alien.”

Then, her eyes widened and she looked over at War’en. “War! The captain!”

War’en gave her a quizzical look before realizing what she meant. His hand was halfway to his commbadge when the Sickbay doors slid open. At the sound, Cassie opened her eyes and found herself looking at the Pandora’s Enhasan captain. Her jaw dropped and she began breathing heavily.

“What... what is that!?”

Oren-De looked at Cassie in surprise. He walked closer to her, then stopped, keeping his distance. After a few very tense moments, he looked at Maggie.

“Lieutenant Matoya, why is this person aboard?”

“It was an emergency, sir. We didn’t have time and we couldn’t leave her there.”

Oren-De looked from her to the bed that Red was lying on... at which point he saw two War’ens. Oren-De let out a slow breath as he walked over and spoke to the one that was operating on Red.

“Is he going to be alright?”

The EMH War’en nodded as he worked. “My scans don’t show anything that will result in permanent damage. However, he was very lucky. A few more centimeters closer to his heart and he’d be in cardiac arrest.”

Oren-De nodded and looked at his first officer. “When you’re finished assisting the EMH, Mr. Sadda, meet me in my ready room.”

He then looked at Maggie. “Ms. Matoya, take her to one of the guest quarters and lock her out of accessing anything. You will stay with her until I contact you.”

Maggie nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said, keeping her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Oren-De looked at Cassie again. Cassie reflexively pulled back from his intense gaze. Finally, and much to her relief, Oren-De turned and left Sickbay.

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Here is my first ever team. :)

Here in my profile

I like those uniforms! I can never figure out what to do with the "reinforced" pants on a Fed, but you make them work.

Haha thanks! I'd like to say that I put some thought behind it and give it meaning, but I did it by accident and said "ooh that looks nice!" lol

Oh, I'm not bothering to show all my BOs in this format. Between my large number of toons and large crews, that would take forever.

Finally got this to work! Only took replacing my Boffs to fix Cryptic's bug. Ended up finally upgrading them all to Purple though, so in the end it was worth it. Anyway, here's the crew of my main ship, the USS Pandora! The staff is large enough I had to take two images to fit the whole cast in. :P

Pandora Crew, Image 1
Left to Right: Maggie, War'en, Oren-De, Shrel, Red

Pandora Crew, Image 2
Left to Right: Maggie, Talona, Oren-De, War'en, Will

Haha! Glad you like it! Unfortunately, if I don't post it like this, it's never going to get done. Trust me. I apologize for the wait, but I'll hopefully be posting more frequently. :P

Well done! :cheer: and thanks for the good read. I think I am going to enact a requirement though....new stories must be complete before they can be posted. I HATE getting to the end of what's available and having to wait for the next installment. :whistle: But I will wait...

That evening found Maggie, War’en, and Red standing in early 21st-century street clothes in the 16th St. Mission metro station. The three of them were standing facing a terminal that dispensed passes for the local transit system.

“Well... this was a rather glaring oversight on our part,” muttered Maggie as she looked at the terminal. Her eyes were fixed on a simple phrase on the screen: ‘Provide Payment...’.

“I think we’re supposed to use that,” motioned Red to a blinking raised circle below the screen. A small picture next to it showed a hand pressing a card down onto it.

War’en frowned. “I’m not sure. But then again, Trill abandoned currency centuries ago,” he whispered.

“So did Earth, but we appear to have gone back to a point before that,” Maggie responded in a hushed breath. “Might as well take advantage of our historian in orbit,” she said as opened the purse she was carrying. “Thankfully, Earth appears to have wireless telecommunications now, so we won’t look like crazy people talking into thin air.”

“Not that we’d seem out of place even if we did,” Red said as he watched a homeless man walk by in a stilted manner, yelling to himself and anyone who walked by. “The mental healthcare in this time is abysmal,” he said with disgust.

“As were the sanitation services. I’m surprised San Francisco used to be this... well... dirty,” commented War’en as he looked at an overflowing trashcan surrounded by all manner of mysterious discolorations on the floor.

Maggie tapped the combadge in the purse. “Will, this is Maggie. We appear to have hit our first hurdle. How are we supposed to... pay... for things?”

Up in the shuttle, Will looked over from a live map of the area Shrel had just beamed down to on his mission to retrieve the Pandora’s other errant transport.

“Pay? What are you paying for?”

“The mass transit system. Something called BART.”

Will cocked an eyebrow. “Huh. Maybe it wasn’t until after the closing of the Sanctuary Districts that mass transit became free...”

“That’s all fine and good, Will, but we’re not going to wait for them to build, fill, then close a Sanctuary District to get where we’re going,” came Maggie’s increasingly impatient voice.

“Well, I know that they still use paper and coin currency. If you can find some, we can replicate copies for you to use. I wish I could just transport you, but the captain wants to minimize timeline contamination.”

“... fine. Stand by while we look for some currency. Matoya, ou--”

“LADY, ARE YOU GOING TO BUY A TICKET OR WHAT!?”

Maggie, Red, and War’en turned around to see a rather long line of people behind them. A woman that was standing directly behind them was giving Maggie a very quizzical look. The shouted question had come from a very red-faced man a few more positions back. Maggie was about to yell back at him when War’en quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side.

“Sorry! We’re tourists,” he shouted back in apology.

A low grumbling came from members of the line, but they quickly looked back at their various personal devices and resumed typing away.

“Well, how are we going to get some money?” asked Red. “It’s not like people just give it away. I’ve seen that one man in the corner ask for money for the last 10 minutes and no one has given him anything.”

“Maybe we could attempt to interface with one of these ticket dispensers and just tell it to give us some passes,” suggested Maggie.

“I’m not sure how much success our tricorders would have with such obsolete systems,” said War’en with a frown.

“What about that Partition on the ship? Would that be able to do it?”

“Don’t be silly. That’s not what it’s designed for,” snapped Maggie, mostly out of frustration. She immediately regretted it when she saw Red recoil.

“Well then what the hell is it designed for!? You two won’t tell the rest of us, so how the hell am I supposed to know?”

“Red, not here,” muttered War’en. “We don’t want to draw attention to ours--”

“Excuse me? Ms. Matoya?” came a voice.

The three turned to see a woman with striking red hair looking at Maggie. Maggie attempted to suppress her surprise at hearing her name in this strange time, but only partially succeeded.

“Yes... Miss...”

“Ryan. Cassie Ryan. We met at Cryonics this morning. You and your colleagues were meeting with my boss?”

Maggie looked at Cassie quizzically before comprehension dawned on her. She quickly recovered, which thankfully simply looked like she had suddenly remembered Cassie, and offered a smile.

“Of course! I’m sorry, it’s just been a very busy day. What can I do for you?”

Cassie reacted with some surprise at Maggie’s response. It wasn’t what she expected given the colder impression she had gotten from her earlier that day. Maggie interpreted the surprise as an indicator she had done something wrong, but said nothing. Thankfully, Cassie spoke first.

“Oh, nothing. I was in the line for the ticket machine and saw the trouble you were having. I was wondering if I could help?”

Maggie didn’t initially respond. Her mind was churning through the information Cassie was giving them and what it all meant.

“Yes... actually. You see...” started Maggie slowly as her mind raced, “... we left our... bags... at Cryonics. And it contained all of our money... and passes... so we don’t have a way to get back to our hotel.”

“Oh! Well, maybe I can help. If you remember where you left them in Cryonics, I can let you so you can grab them.”

Bullseye, thought Maggie as a wide grin spread over her face.

“Could you? That would be so helpful of you.”

Wow Maggie, laying it on thick there, thought Red with a grimace.

“Of course! Is it alright if we go now, Ms. Matoya?”

Maggie nodded. “And please, call me Maggie.”

Cassie gave her a smile then looked at Red and War’en.

“By the way, we weren’t really introduced earlier. I’m Cassie Ryan.”

War’en gave her a small smile. He was hesitant to respond, as he wasn’t sure how humans of this time introduced each other. Red, thankfully, took over and shook Cassie’s hand.

“I’m Chet Redwing and this is Warren... Locke.”

“Nice to meet you,” War’en replied simply as he shook Cassie’s hand as well.

Cassie looked at each of them in turn before motioning to the transit station’s exit. “Shall we?”

Maggie nodded and followed as Cassie took the lead. War’en walked a little slower and started speaking to Red in a lower voice.

“You used my old name?”

Red shrugged. “I was worried that it would sound weird to her.”

“And my first name doesn’t?”

“Your first name is conveniently very similar to a human one,” Red shot back, catching the suspicious tone in War’en’s voice. “And let’s get this straight: I’m the one who gets to be irritated at the two of you.”

“Just as long as you follow orders, feel free,” responded War’en before picking up his pace to catch up to Maggie. Red grit his teeth but kept his position behind them.

Meanwhile, on the Pandora, Oren-De was sitting at the operations console on the bridge. Thankfully, the ship’s automated systems were running fine without a crew. Hopefully they would have this matter resolved before something required repairing. There was only so much they could do with just the senior staff aboard... no matter how capable they might be.

Oren-De looked up at the viewscreen, which showed the vast field of stars that awaited beyond the Sol System. Out there was Enhasa, nearly 400 years before he would be born. From what he knew of his planet’s history, the Meritocracy was very similar now to the way it would be then. If they couldn’t get back, he could always...

“No,” he said aloud and stood up, casting the thought aside. Allowing the Pandora to exist at this time in the Sol System was far too dangerous. He had one duty if they couldn’t find a way back to their home time.

A chime interrupted Oren-De’s thoughts. He looked over at the conn and saw the ship was being hailed.

“Computer, put the hail through.”

Shrell’s voice came over the audio system.

“Captain, I’ve retrieved the shuttle. No one was here, but they appear to have left their Starfleet uniforms.”

“Excellent, Mr. Shrell. Are you returning to the ship now?”

“No, sir. There is still some daylight left. I would like to wait a few more hours for complete darkness so I can take off with less chance of being sighted.”

“Acknowledged. I await your return. Pandora out.”

Oren-De let out a breath and looked around his empty bridge, then quickly retreated into his ready room. At least that was a place where he was supposed to be alone.