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I like my popcorn salted, no butter. And a Coke Zero.

So tonight on Vent we were talking about Movies so the bunch of us in Ten Forward decided to start the Stonewall Movie Club. It's pretty Simple we'll get Together on Vent at the same time and power up Netflix and watch the movie simultaneously.

So first movie night is going to be Sunday 6PM Eastern and while it's not a Movie it'll be about the length of a Movie. We will be watching TWO DS9 Episode Episode 6x18 and Episode 6x19. Inquisition and In The Pale Moonlight.

Moving forward we'll suggest movies and vote on it. Alrighty then...Who's in?

I have no idea why I was browsing their webstore t'other day, but I was.

Their stuff looks quality.

I might not have an interest in the disruptors, but any home or office would be enhanced by their TOS Captain's Chair replica.

Got mine in.

Thanks everyone for voting on the poll and replying. Just so you know, we're know accepting Uniform submissions!

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Thanks for sharing. It was a stunning video indeed. :)

Alright Fleetie Darlings... The time is upon us. Time to start planning and coordinating our 4th annual meet-up at the the Las Vegas Star Trek Convention!

It takes place August 8th to the 11th at the Fabulous Rio All Suite Hotel and Casino, an off-the-strip luxury Hotel located just North of Ceasar's Palace with regular shuttles to the famous Las Vegas Strip. Rates are reasonable and convention goer's get a special discount for booking with the promo code "SRTREK3." http://www.riolasvegas.com/

For even lower rates you can book a room at the Gold Coast which is right next door to The Rio:
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The convention itself is an amazing experience jam-packed with your favorite trek celebrities from across every show and motion picture. You'll see them walking around the hotel all week long. They've got photo-ops with autographed pictures, they've got a huge main hall with Trek celebrity Q&A's and they've got a amazing panels performances and presentations by everyone from the the cast members to the Okudas to the Cryptic Dev's. You'll see Borg, Ferengi, Klignons, Bajorans, Andorians and Starfleet officers walking around and if you've got a costume you better bring it! The massive vendors room features an unbelievable plethora of multi-genre memorabilia that you'd have to scour the internet to find.

With 3 new gay mega clubs opening up in Vegas this year (one at The Rio itself), it's never been a better time for an LGBT Trekkie to let loose and get their Geek on at this awesome even! Check out http://www.gaylv.com/ for more info an all there is to do in the city of sin and check out http://www.orbitz.com/vacations/Lesbian_and_Gay.tGAY-FRIENDLY or Cheaptickets.com for great airfare and hotel bundles for your trip. The Las Vegas Airport code is "LAS."

General admission tickets are not yet for sale on the convention site, only the Captains Chair package which has lots of extra goodies. The closer we get to the convention the more info will be posted. Currently you can see the list of confirmed celebrities.

If your totally up for this or just simply interested or would like to help coordinate please feel free to post on this thread or join the Stonewall Vegas Group here:
http://fleet.stonewallgaming.net/network/groups/viewgroup/36-stonewall-vegas-group

Just a quick bump on this thread! The deadline to submit your Fleet Uniform designs is fast approaching! I've submitted my design - have you submitted yours? :D

Alright, time for a long poem, I have already translated it from the source and confirmed as much of the translation as I could. The fun part of doing this is the discovery.

Author: Marbod, Bishop of Rennes (d. 1123)

Horace composed an ode about a certain boy
Whose face was so lovely he could have easily been a girl,
Whose hair fell in waves against his ivory neck,
Whose forehead was as white as snow and his eyes as black as pitch,
Whose soft cheeks were full of delicious sweetness
When they bloomed in the brightness of a blush of beauty.
His nose was perfect, his lips flame red, lovely his teeth---
An exterior formed in measure to match his mind.

This vision of a face, radiant and full of beauty,
Kindled with the torch of love the heart of whoever beheld him.
But this boy, so lovely and appealing,
A torment to all who looked upon him,
Was made by nature so cruel and unyielding
Than he would die rather than yield to love.
Harsh and ungrateful, as if born of a tiger,
He only laughed at the soft words of admirers,
Laughed at their vain efforts,
Laughed at the tears of a sighing lover.
He laughed at those whom he himself was causing to perish.
Surely he is wicked, cruel and wicked,
Who by the viciousness of his character denies the beauty of his body.
A fair face should have a wholesome mind,
Patient and not proud but yielding in this or that.
The little flower of age is swift, of surpassing brevity;
Soon it wastes away, vanishes, and cannot be revived.
This flesh so fair, so milky, so flawless,
So healthy, so lovely, so glowing, so soft---
The time will come when it is ugly and rough,
When this youthful skin will become repulsive.
So while you bloom, adopt a more becoming demeanor.

Square this sort of poetry from a Bishop with a modern Church that condemns love for any reason other than the rough purpose of procreation...only. The rest is grave sin.

~J

*Translation credit: Boswell, John E. and Dronke, Medieval Latin.

Chapter III: Soundlessness

The empty, dimly-lit hallway echoed with Semil's gentle footfalls, as he made his way to the small gymnasium. Not that this was any kind of exception. In the months that he had occupied the small suite of rooms, he had not seen so much as a single other soul. No other prisoners, no guards, no interrogators - well, none that he cold see.

Or was it weeks? Maybe years? The fuzzy-headed disorientation was relenting over time, but far too slow for his peace of mind. The holotreadmill began its program, a relatively light seven mile jog with only a few small hills for variety, hiding somewhere in the latter half.

At least, he had assumed this was some sort of incarceration. It was easily the most comfortable imprisonment he could think of. Certainly in comparison to Semil 2 (or was it 3?), who had run a smallish internment camp. Having had one of the highest prisoner mortality rates was one of the few professional regrets that had stuck with him across lifetimes.

What fragmented memories he could access were assuredly borrowed from some previous clone. Those memories weren't sufficient to provide much of a clue as to the identity of his captors. Only the occasional instruction over the loudspeakers boomed in, in heavily accented Dominionese.

It hadn't taken a leap of logic or faith to understand that he stood alive for some reason, to serve someone's agenda. The details were only dressing. After all, it's what he would do.

The mind does wander so when not actively occupied with Dominion business.

It was the first legitimately free time he could remember - well, ever.

He reached up to wipe a growing bead of sweat from his brow. Not two lifetimes ago, he could remember wheezing along after his First at a brisk trot, along some emptied street or other in the capitol of some occupied territory or other. Something about a diplomat who needed questioning. It felt like a lifetime ago, if for no other reason because it had been.

A physical training regimen this rigorous was no part of any "rehabilitation" program he had known. At least not for the captives.

Someone had clearly decided to make upgrades of some sort or other.

Add it to the list of oddities and inconsistencies, I suppose.

In similar circumstances, other lesser species could concern themselves with sleuthing, or escape, or resistance. All futile; all failings. Perhaps their gods had not seen fit to bestow patience or cunning.

For now, Semil was content to do as instructed, and await what opportunities presented themselves. Whoever was behind the loudspeakers and surveillance, they would make their mistake soon enough.

They clearly want something. And no way to get it from me without tipping their hand. And I'll be ready.


Seven miles. How had they passed by so quickly?

Semil reached for a towel as the strip of holographic floor beneath him slowed to a walk. For all the things that were off - or at the very least, different - this exercise regimen was the least of his concerns.

Muscles in his legs twitched and spasmed. The nondescript grey tunic clung damply to his shoulders and back. Semil stepped toward the replicator port for a cup of cool water that awaited him.

He remembered just enough of his own interrogations to know that these - whoever they were, knew what they were doing. Letting him feel just comfortable and safe enough for whatever was coming next to really gut him. After all, it's what he would do.

The voice behind him came as a surprise. For their vaunted hearing, it was still possible to sneak up on a Vorta. The voice was immediately recognizable.

"You have been, and continue to be no end of disappointment to us, Semil."

He pivoted about, instinctually prepared. "Founder, I..."

His eyes darted about the room, finding only emptiness, and the quiet hum of the treadmill as it came to a complete halt.

"No end of disappointment." Again from behind him came the voice.

He whipped his head around, cautiously this time.

Was it possible? Could it be that a Founder had risked himself to find me? More likely that this is their punishment. Whatever I've done, of course it was a failure, deserving of whatever atrocity awaits me here.

Still no one, no thing.

Or, of course, this could always just be a simple case of complete and utter madness.

The silence of the room told him it was no ship or vessel from day one. This wasn't even a proper prison. Even the most soundproofed isolation cell does not completely muffle screams of torture, or the ominous hum of desperation that penetrates even the thickest walls. Whatever this stillness was, it assured a much less savory outcome.

At the far corner of the room, a small movement caught his eye. Tiny and imperceptible, it was little surprise his eyes had missed it. If anything, it should have been notable that the Vorta's eyes had caught it at all.

He slinked across the room cautiously to better examine. A lone moth buzzed its wings against the warm glow of the wall light.

Fancy that. Even in this place - controlled air, controlled light. Carefully programmed food, and some perversely unorthodox regimen of exercise and debriefing - all this control, and a simple insect subverts this all.

The moth came to rest on the wall, its colorless wings ceasing their flitting buzz. Semil leaned in, eyes wide, studying the creature.

For all his attention to detail, he had never been so confronted before by such frailty and defiance in one single package. Of course, countless worlds had tried to stand up to him in lifetimes past, stood up to the Dominion. And for all their weakness, none had been so delicate and fragile as this moth. And certainly less nondescript.

With one open hand, Semil soundlessly raised his arm. The stillness of the room was disrupted only by the slow crunch of Semil's palm against the cold, grey wall.

Brokeback gave me an in-game assist it's all better now :)

There have been a lot of chat issues over the past few week, I am just able to chat again.

There have been a lot of chat channel bugs lately and it sounds like you have one of them. Try to get in contact with a an Admiral or Fleet Captain in-game for further assistance. I would be glad to help you but I'm still at work. :(

Thanks for the response. I tried that and it didn't work. Maybe I should leave and rejoin the channel?

Try entering: /Unhide in a blank chat bar.

Or to go into team settings and reconfigure it allow private messages.

I truly apologize if this is not the place for this but for some reason after joining the Channel in game I am seeing no chatter,and getting no response to my hails. I can see there are people on when looking at the Channels tab of Chat configuration. I am kinda thinking that I have something screwed up. I followed the instructions exactly and nothing. If anyone can give me an assist I would be most grateful.

Thanks for the post. I can't really decide what I want to do so I'm sticking with phasers and photons for now!

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I really needed to share this, by the Welsh band "Joy Formidable" A beautiful track and a stunning video celebrating life, diversity and wonder.

Night was born on Earth year unknown
Took advanced Enginneering in Star Fleet Academy.
Was disciplined multiple times for arguing with his instructors, but not for being wrong, but for proving them wrong. His file also shows his Iq is off the charts, as is his anger and way of vengence.
Once on senior year a Ferengi classmate played a prank on Night, The Ferengi was later expelled from Starfleet Academy for Contraband on campus, which he claims Night planted on him.
His first assignment was aboard the USS Kandy
There he used his talents and made a 50 year old ship almost as nice as some of the best of the fleet according to Captain Myth.
Captain Myth also promoted him to Cheif Engineer after Night was able to show the captain how to advance power from the warp core to the shield systems.
However during a mission Lt Night was injured and taken to starbase 44 for an operation, The Kandy was ordered to confront a Klingon ship and during the battle, the Kandy was destroyed. The Klingons claimed the ship exploded, but according to logs, they were destroyed by the Klingon ship.
When Night awoke and found out about the Kandy he was furious and had to be kept in a holding cell to prevent escape during his recovery.
However when released, Night took some time off and went to Kronos, came back 3 days later after getting into armed combat with the Klingon captain who destroyed the Kandy. According to Klingon tradition, Night defeated and killed the Captain.
He was not charged as the Klingons said it was honorable combat and Night won fair and square.
Night bounced around for a year before being promoted and assigned to The Sally Ride.
Night has currently been on the USS Sally Ride for 3 months now, and according to ships counselor is happy and highly productive, but also protective and secretive. He blamed himself some for the destruction of the Kandy. He will not talk about his past before the Academy, and there is no record of him that can be found at this time.
Warning!
Lt Commander Night is highly trained in combat and engineering and can be blunt with how he words things. He can take things personally and may take revenge if his feelings are hurt. No Records of his past is a concern, but Night assures everyone nothing is wrong or bad, its just very private. It has been told his entire family is deceased and he is the only member of his family left alive. When asked about this the subject was changed.
Sally Ride Counsellor.

This sounds awesome, I am still learning RP but I am highly interested in it. I would probably apply for a starbase personal lead position. But again I am waiting on the doctors findings on my arm, until it is fully healed it will be hard to type but i can always use voice to text.