Re: Star Trek: Pandora , Ep 2.1 "Augmented Reality"
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
chemkarate
Ltervlet
Re: Star Trek: Pandora , Ep 2.1 "Augmented Reality"
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...
chemkarate
Re: Star Trek: Pandora , Ep 2.1 "Augmented Reality"
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.
“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.
Angelsilhouette
Re: Show us your crew!
So I'm not very tech savvy so I could not figure out how to put them into the post but I managed to get them onto my profile at least.
[img]exampleurl.jpg[/img]Also, below a full reply (not a quick reply) there is an option to attach a file.
SiranNataan
Re: Show us your crew!
I like those uniforms! I can never figure out what to do with the "reinforced" pants on a Fed, but you make them work.
Seannewboy
Re: Show us your crew!
So I'm not very tech savvy so I could not figure out how to put them into the post but I managed to get them onto my profile at least.
Now if i can just figure out how to put a link in here to direct you over to them....
level 50 Captains
I seem to notice a trend. :)
Parker
Re: One of Seven (My attempt at writing)
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Excelsior -=Cont=-I entered my quarters and set the padd on the desk. Moving over to the window I tapped my combadge, "Seven to the Phantom."
"Admiral this is the Phantom Communications officer Ensign Dakota, What can I do for you sir?" the voice responded back.
"What is the status of my quarters, ready room and bridge?" I asked
"Sir, your quarters are ready for inspection as are the bridge and your ready room" stated Dakota.
"Thank you Ensign prepare for my arrival...belay that...This conversation never happened, understood?" I replied
"Understood, Sir."
I was already packed...actually I hadn't unpacked from the vacation. I grabbed my stuff and headed over to the transporter room. I walked over to the console and scanned the Phantom. I was looking for a low population...preferably no population. Once I found what I was looking for I entered the coordinates signaled the engineer to energize and vaporized into tiny specs of light. I re-materialized in a Jeffrey's tube that led directly into my ready room. I pulled out my scanner and began scanning the area. There were a total of 25 life signs surrounding the immediate vicinity. 2 were just walking by in the adjacent corridor. I crept along until I found the hatch to my ready room. Another quick scan found 12 life signs on the bridge. I quickly and quietly opened the hatch and entered my ready room. I was still in my street clothes and with a quick glance around the room headed for the bridge. The doors slid silently open and people were standing around, as if waiting for someone or something to do. Ensign Dakota spotted me and immediately announced "Admiral on the bridge!" Everyone suddenly stood at attention. I walked over to the command console entered my code and the computer announced "Admiral Charles Frost assuming command of the Phantom" 3 chimes rang. The turbo lift doors slid open and a disheveled young man entered the bridge. He walked over to the same command console and tapped in his code to which the computer again announced, "Lt Commander Johns assuming main engineering chief."
He looked at me and then around the room at all of the other crew standing at attention. He wreaked of sweat and cheap booze. I tapped on my pips and he passed out. "This is my chief engineer?" I asked the closest crewman. "Remove him from my bridge. Put him on the couch in my ready room and for god sake fix the computer so it will stop announcing who is doing what, and get some air freshener in here." The crew were now nervously following my orders as quickly as they could. "Computer locate Commander Bryce."
"Commander Bryce is in engineering" the computer responded.
"Commander Bryce to the bridge,double time" I shouted at the computer. "When he gets here send him to my ready room." I ordered and went into the adjacent room. A few moments later the commander requested entry to the ready room. I made him wait. I wanted him to sweat, just a little. The door announce chimed again.
Traull
Re: The Office of PvE Combat Operations
The June 2013 PvE events calendar has been posted. See the first post on page one of this thread.
clark1980
Re: Show us your crew!
So I'm not very tech savvy so I could not figure out how to put them into the post but I managed to get them onto my profile at least.
Now if i can just figure out how to put a link in here to direct you over to them....
level 50 Captains
Now if i can just figure out how to put a link in here to direct you over to them....
level 50 Captains
Seannewboy
Re: World War Z
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Yeah. What the fuck was up with the mounds of fast moving whatever the hell they are.
The person writing the movie wonders what would happen if humans acted like ants and worked together like ants, ignoring the fact that ants can do those things because of their size. For instance an ant can fall from a 100 story building and be fine, humans go squish.
chemkarate
NobitaNobi
Re: World War Z
Yeah. What the fuck was up with the mounds of fast moving whatever the hell they are.
believe those are called 'convoluted plot device' to showcase the studio's fx and budget...
imcrazyd
VikkieMjolnir
Re: Looking for XBox Live buddies
I am always looking for Xbox Live buddies my GT is MASTERTHOR1. plz add me. :laugh:
Vidannotaredshirt79
Re: World War Z
I don't think I can in good conscience call this a 'Zombie' movie, more like fast-moving-hoard-zergling-rush-rabid-infection movie...
Yeah. What the fuck was up with the mounds of fast moving whatever the hell they are.
Vidannotaredshirt79
Re: World War Z
Actually I rather like the actress who is playing his wife. Silver linings!
I like her from The Killing.
NobitaNobi
Re: World War Z
I don't think I can in good conscience call this a 'Zombie' movie, more like fast-moving-hoard-zergling-rush-rabid-infection movie...
NobitaNobi
Tamek
Vidannotaredshirt79
Re: World War Z
The movie is going to be nothing like the book. The only reason they even optioned the rights to the book was because they wanted a relatively known title with which to sell their generic zombie movie/Brad Pitt vehicle. I've heard nothing good about this movie since it got announced.
The book would have made an awesome movie. Alas.