Re: What role (tank/heal/dps) you gonna play in TOR?
My main is going to be a Jedi Consular Sage in the telekinetics tree (dps). I'll also be playing an Imperial Agent as an alt.
Pink
Pink
Re: Looking for Faithful Companions for SWTOR
I'm super excited for the launch. Hopefully my Jedi Consular can be of use. :cheer:
Odioshi
Re: Looking for Faithful Companions for SWTOR
I just read an impression at IGN, huttball sounds interesting, though I am not that great at pvp. Anyway, I am looking forward to flashy lightsaber fights.
MarkNine
Re: Looking for Faithful Companions for SWTOR
I'm really looking forward to getting my hands on a frickin' minigun as a Trooper. (No jokes about boys with big toys). Gunslinging Smuggler is next on my list.
CapnBranFlakes
Re: Star Trek: The Journey
:ds9:
Episode 411 - Deep Space Nine - "Rocks and Shoals" - 10/06/1997
http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3602
Sisko and his tired crew crash on a planet where they encounter a band of Jem'Hadar.
Enjoy!
Seannewboy
Re: Looking for Faithful Companions for SWTOR
Get the ball/energy sphere from center court to the opposing goal line without getting beat up by the opposing team. Its a stylized capture the flag, with one flag, or Rugby kind of.
Odioshi
Re: Looking for Faithful Companions for SWTOR
Okay, so I looked up the Huttball video on youtube to get a feel on what it is and how it is played and I am left confused =/. Anyone mind explaining the objective/rules of it pleaze?
aeshec
Re: 100 Members!!
I just applied in tor :-) It's really great that they have a guild listing section like that.
SanDiegoAdam
CapnBranFlakes
Re: Star Trek: The Journey
:ds9:
Episode 410 - Deep Space Nine - "A Time to Stand" - 09/29/1997
http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3601
Three months into the war, DS9 is still under Dominion control. Sisko and his crew are given a mission to destroy a vital facility deep in Dominion space.
Enjoy!
chemkarate
Re: Commission: "Strength From Diversity"
Authors Note: My apologies for the exceedingly long break since the last post. Same excuse as always: life got in the way. However, I am hopeful that this won't happen again.
Within the meeting chamber of the Klingon High Council, the leaders of the Great Houses spoke loudly with one another. Many were curious as to why a meeting had been unexpectedly called by the Chancellor, and more than a few believed it to be with regard to the latest developments in the war with the Federation. While the Empire had done well in the first battles, the Federation had successfully dug in and rebuffed the Empire from making any more advances. A change in strategy would most certainly be necessary.
When the Chancellor finally entered the meeting chamber, a great roar went up from his allies on the Council. J’mpok, for his part, moved quickly to his seat at the head of the chamber. However, few didn’t notice the large grin that was plastered on his face. Whatever was about to transpire, J’mpok seemed quite pleased about it. The Chancellor let the roars of support continue for a time before motioning to the subordinate on his right, who nodded and yelled above the House leaders.
“This meeting of the High Council has been called to deal with a grave matter; there is a traitor among us! A traitor to not just the Empire, but the whole of the quadrant!”
For a brief moment, chaos erupted in the High Council. Angry roars and furious swears filled the chamber’s walls. The phrase had been chosen carefully to incite just this sort of reaction. After all, it described only one threat in the current galactic climate.
“k’Elee, leader of the House of Nagh reD, step forward!”
As loud as the previous uproar had been, the silence that followed k’Elee’s summons was deafening. Every House leader turned toward k’Elee, who bore an expression of complete surprise. Still, he kept his composure and stepped forward. loS, who had been at his father’s side, forced himself to remain in position. Still, the anger he felt at this accusation was boiling inside of him, and it took every once of control to contain it.
Chancellor J’mpok looked at k’Elee for a moment, then spoke.
“k’Elee, of Nagh reD, you are accused of aiding our greatest enemy... the qa’meH quv! On the honor of your House, what is your response?”
“I deny the charge! I demand to see the fool who accuses me with such lies!”
J’mpok’s grin grew wider as he nodded. “Very well. Nedec, of the House of Nagh reD, please step forward.”
Nedec stepped out from the crowd and stood to the front-right of the Chancellor’s seat. k’Elee looked at his nephew in complete disbelief, while loS began to move forward with the goal of impaling his impudent cousin with his bat’leth. Only the firm hand of a friend stopped him.
“No, loS. You must let this proceed. Your father must defend his honor.”
Meanwhile, Nedec pulled a datapad from his uniform jacket and tossed it at k’Elee’s feet. k’Elee picked up the datapad, even more puzzled by what this meant. Nedec barked a laugh at the old man.
“You thought you would be able to serve the Empire to its enemies without anyone noticing. Unfortunately, you grew careless.”
He then raised his head to speak to the assembled leaders.
“That... is a record of transmissions between k’Elee and an operative of the qa’meH quv. How do we know this? All of the transmissions are in the language of those honorless dogs!”
“Lies! All of this! LIES! This is beneath even you, Nedec!” retorted k’Elee.
At this, J’mpok intervened. “We have reviewed the evidence that Nedec has presented. It is not a forgery. All transmissions are verified to have come from your personal terminal, k’Elee. There is no denying it.”
k’Elee was too shocked to speak. Nedec took the opportunity while he had it.
“For the honor of the House of Nagh reD, I challenge you, Uncle! By spilling your honorless blood on the floor of this chamber, I will keep it from further staining the reputation of our House!”
“I accept your challenge! I will end your miserable lies here and now!”
The leaders stepped back to allow the combatants room as they each pulled out their bat’leths. loS could only watch as his father, very much an elder, now squared off in mortal combat with an opponent in his physical prime.
The two opponents circled slowly, sizing each other up, looking for an opening. Nedec made the first move, pushing the blade of the weapon toward k’Elee. The elder Klingon deflected it expertly and countered with a swing to Nedec’s side. Nedec retreated back to let the weapon swing past, and came back with a slice toward the k’Elee’s face. Again, k’Elee deflected the attack, but was forced back by the force of the attack. Nedec continued to press k’Elee.
From his vantage point, loS could see what Nedec was doing. Worse, he could see, from his father’s face, that it was working. The accusations leveled on k’Elee had been a complete surprise and had unnerved him. While k’Elee was normally a patient fighter who let his opponent make the first mistake, k’Elee’s mind was now distracted.
“Father! Forget the accusations! Fight and kill that traitor!” yelled loS, but it did no good. The roar of the other Klingons in the room was just too much for k’Elee to hear him.
Pushed for too long, k’Elee made a desperate push back. The attack went wide, exposing his side. Nedec took the opportunity he had been waiting for and impaled the elder through the side with his weapon, before slicing out. Bright pink blood splattered on the nearby leaders as k’Elee jerked from the vicious mortal strike. He fell to his knees, then collapsed to the stone floor.
Nedec raised his bat’leth high over his head and gave a victorious roar. The roar was met by his allies in the group, then taken up by the rest of the chamber, save for loS’ closest comrades. loS looked at the sight of his father face down on the Council chamber, unmoving. Finally, he let out a blood-curdling roar.
“I will kill that lying targ and put his head on a pike in front of the House!”
However, despite his anger, he was held back by three other Klingons. One leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear.
“No, loS! Nedec has filled this place with his allies. If you attempt to strike now, they will kill you before you reach him. We must get you away from this place. We can attack once we have regrouped with those loyal to you and your father.”
loS felt as if time had come to a stop. His breath was deafening in his own ears as he looked from his father, to the door behind him, and back to his father. Finally, loS turned and left the Council chamber. A number of Klingons followed him, forming a tight group around him to protect him from any would-be assailants loyal to Nedec.
A woman in the shadows of the chamber watched loS leave, then turned to Nedec. Satisfied, she deactivated a small camera on her shoulder.
Lightyears away, on the bridge of a Federation starship, the dramatic scene which had been playing out on the bridge viewscreen came to an abrupt end. It now switched back to an image of a strange-looking transmission device, which the ship had discovered in deep space. The Starfleet bridge crew, whose attention had been glued to the screen, reacted with surprise to the sudden ending. A soft green glow from the bridge’s lights pulsed around them in silence, until one of them finally found words.
“What... the hell was that?” muttered the helmsman. “And what’s a qa’meH quv?”
“It’s the Klingon word for the Undine,” responded Oren-De from his seat in the Pandora’s command chair. The Enhansan looked at the device that was now being shown on the viewscreen.
“This transmission device just relayed that video?”
“Yes, sir,” came a response from the dark-haired woman manning the Science station.
“Were you able to determine where it is relaying that transmission to?”
The woman nodded with a grin. “Aye. I have the coordinates now. They lie deep within the B'Tran Cluster.”
“But, Captain,” interrupted the helmsman, “didn’t the sensors say that this thing is a Borg device? Since when do the Borg spy on Klingon High Council chamber proceedings?”
Oren-De stood up from his chair with a deep frown on his face. “That... is the question of the hour, and it falls to us to investigate."
Without hesitation, Oren-De began giving orders to his crew. "Helm, plot a course for the coordinates that device is transmitting to, Warp 8. Ops, send a Priority One message to Captain Ethan McCloy at Starbase 82 telling him that I need to speak with him immediately. When he responds, patch it through to my ready room. And Tactical, shut off the Partition. We are done interfacing with that device.”
The officers responded with an “Aye, sir!” in unison. The lights on the bridge shifted back from green to a deep blue as Oren-De left the bridge and entered his office. Once the doors shut behind him, he stopped and looked out at the stars beyond.
The House of Nagh reD. This can’t be a coincidence...
Within the meeting chamber of the Klingon High Council, the leaders of the Great Houses spoke loudly with one another. Many were curious as to why a meeting had been unexpectedly called by the Chancellor, and more than a few believed it to be with regard to the latest developments in the war with the Federation. While the Empire had done well in the first battles, the Federation had successfully dug in and rebuffed the Empire from making any more advances. A change in strategy would most certainly be necessary.
When the Chancellor finally entered the meeting chamber, a great roar went up from his allies on the Council. J’mpok, for his part, moved quickly to his seat at the head of the chamber. However, few didn’t notice the large grin that was plastered on his face. Whatever was about to transpire, J’mpok seemed quite pleased about it. The Chancellor let the roars of support continue for a time before motioning to the subordinate on his right, who nodded and yelled above the House leaders.
“This meeting of the High Council has been called to deal with a grave matter; there is a traitor among us! A traitor to not just the Empire, but the whole of the quadrant!”
For a brief moment, chaos erupted in the High Council. Angry roars and furious swears filled the chamber’s walls. The phrase had been chosen carefully to incite just this sort of reaction. After all, it described only one threat in the current galactic climate.
“k’Elee, leader of the House of Nagh reD, step forward!”
As loud as the previous uproar had been, the silence that followed k’Elee’s summons was deafening. Every House leader turned toward k’Elee, who bore an expression of complete surprise. Still, he kept his composure and stepped forward. loS, who had been at his father’s side, forced himself to remain in position. Still, the anger he felt at this accusation was boiling inside of him, and it took every once of control to contain it.
Chancellor J’mpok looked at k’Elee for a moment, then spoke.
“k’Elee, of Nagh reD, you are accused of aiding our greatest enemy... the qa’meH quv! On the honor of your House, what is your response?”
“I deny the charge! I demand to see the fool who accuses me with such lies!”
J’mpok’s grin grew wider as he nodded. “Very well. Nedec, of the House of Nagh reD, please step forward.”
Nedec stepped out from the crowd and stood to the front-right of the Chancellor’s seat. k’Elee looked at his nephew in complete disbelief, while loS began to move forward with the goal of impaling his impudent cousin with his bat’leth. Only the firm hand of a friend stopped him.
“No, loS. You must let this proceed. Your father must defend his honor.”
Meanwhile, Nedec pulled a datapad from his uniform jacket and tossed it at k’Elee’s feet. k’Elee picked up the datapad, even more puzzled by what this meant. Nedec barked a laugh at the old man.
“You thought you would be able to serve the Empire to its enemies without anyone noticing. Unfortunately, you grew careless.”
He then raised his head to speak to the assembled leaders.
“That... is a record of transmissions between k’Elee and an operative of the qa’meH quv. How do we know this? All of the transmissions are in the language of those honorless dogs!”
“Lies! All of this! LIES! This is beneath even you, Nedec!” retorted k’Elee.
At this, J’mpok intervened. “We have reviewed the evidence that Nedec has presented. It is not a forgery. All transmissions are verified to have come from your personal terminal, k’Elee. There is no denying it.”
k’Elee was too shocked to speak. Nedec took the opportunity while he had it.
“For the honor of the House of Nagh reD, I challenge you, Uncle! By spilling your honorless blood on the floor of this chamber, I will keep it from further staining the reputation of our House!”
“I accept your challenge! I will end your miserable lies here and now!”
The leaders stepped back to allow the combatants room as they each pulled out their bat’leths. loS could only watch as his father, very much an elder, now squared off in mortal combat with an opponent in his physical prime.
The two opponents circled slowly, sizing each other up, looking for an opening. Nedec made the first move, pushing the blade of the weapon toward k’Elee. The elder Klingon deflected it expertly and countered with a swing to Nedec’s side. Nedec retreated back to let the weapon swing past, and came back with a slice toward the k’Elee’s face. Again, k’Elee deflected the attack, but was forced back by the force of the attack. Nedec continued to press k’Elee.
From his vantage point, loS could see what Nedec was doing. Worse, he could see, from his father’s face, that it was working. The accusations leveled on k’Elee had been a complete surprise and had unnerved him. While k’Elee was normally a patient fighter who let his opponent make the first mistake, k’Elee’s mind was now distracted.
“Father! Forget the accusations! Fight and kill that traitor!” yelled loS, but it did no good. The roar of the other Klingons in the room was just too much for k’Elee to hear him.
Pushed for too long, k’Elee made a desperate push back. The attack went wide, exposing his side. Nedec took the opportunity he had been waiting for and impaled the elder through the side with his weapon, before slicing out. Bright pink blood splattered on the nearby leaders as k’Elee jerked from the vicious mortal strike. He fell to his knees, then collapsed to the stone floor.
Nedec raised his bat’leth high over his head and gave a victorious roar. The roar was met by his allies in the group, then taken up by the rest of the chamber, save for loS’ closest comrades. loS looked at the sight of his father face down on the Council chamber, unmoving. Finally, he let out a blood-curdling roar.
“I will kill that lying targ and put his head on a pike in front of the House!”
However, despite his anger, he was held back by three other Klingons. One leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear.
“No, loS! Nedec has filled this place with his allies. If you attempt to strike now, they will kill you before you reach him. We must get you away from this place. We can attack once we have regrouped with those loyal to you and your father.”
loS felt as if time had come to a stop. His breath was deafening in his own ears as he looked from his father, to the door behind him, and back to his father. Finally, loS turned and left the Council chamber. A number of Klingons followed him, forming a tight group around him to protect him from any would-be assailants loyal to Nedec.
A woman in the shadows of the chamber watched loS leave, then turned to Nedec. Satisfied, she deactivated a small camera on her shoulder.
Lightyears away, on the bridge of a Federation starship, the dramatic scene which had been playing out on the bridge viewscreen came to an abrupt end. It now switched back to an image of a strange-looking transmission device, which the ship had discovered in deep space. The Starfleet bridge crew, whose attention had been glued to the screen, reacted with surprise to the sudden ending. A soft green glow from the bridge’s lights pulsed around them in silence, until one of them finally found words.
“What... the hell was that?” muttered the helmsman. “And what’s a qa’meH quv?”
“It’s the Klingon word for the Undine,” responded Oren-De from his seat in the Pandora’s command chair. The Enhansan looked at the device that was now being shown on the viewscreen.
“This transmission device just relayed that video?”
“Yes, sir,” came a response from the dark-haired woman manning the Science station.
“Were you able to determine where it is relaying that transmission to?”
The woman nodded with a grin. “Aye. I have the coordinates now. They lie deep within the B'Tran Cluster.”
“But, Captain,” interrupted the helmsman, “didn’t the sensors say that this thing is a Borg device? Since when do the Borg spy on Klingon High Council chamber proceedings?”
Oren-De stood up from his chair with a deep frown on his face. “That... is the question of the hour, and it falls to us to investigate."
Without hesitation, Oren-De began giving orders to his crew. "Helm, plot a course for the coordinates that device is transmitting to, Warp 8. Ops, send a Priority One message to Captain Ethan McCloy at Starbase 82 telling him that I need to speak with him immediately. When he responds, patch it through to my ready room. And Tactical, shut off the Partition. We are done interfacing with that device.”
The officers responded with an “Aye, sir!” in unison. The lights on the bridge shifted back from green to a deep blue as Oren-De left the bridge and entered his office. Once the doors shut behind him, he stopped and looked out at the stars beyond.
The House of Nagh reD. This can’t be a coincidence...
Dave
Van
Xcentric
Seannewboy
Re: The Stonewall Times, Vol. 2, Iss. 8, is out now
Excellent issue, i especially enjoyed the articles on the SWTOR classes.
CapnBranFlakes
Dave
Re: Zachary Quinto has come out
I've pretty much known since I saw him on "So NoTORIous" Check it out on YouTube.
CapnBranFlakes
The Stonewall Times, Vol. 2, Iss. 8, is out now
Hello, everyone!
Please click here, or check your e-mail inboxes, for the 8th issue of Volume 2 of The Stonewall Times!
A special thank you to our Senior Editor, Mike T. (@DakonKor), for his hard work in making this another stunning issue! Also, big thanks to this month's contributers is in order! Kudos to you all for another great issue!
Your feedback and comments are greatly appreciated; feel free to post them here or send them to times@stonewallfleet.com.
Enjoy! :)
NOTE: The times will be taking a break during the month of November and will be back with a brand new issue in December.
Please click here, or check your e-mail inboxes, for the 8th issue of Volume 2 of The Stonewall Times!
A special thank you to our Senior Editor, Mike T. (@DakonKor), for his hard work in making this another stunning issue! Also, big thanks to this month's contributers is in order! Kudos to you all for another great issue!
Your feedback and comments are greatly appreciated; feel free to post them here or send them to times@stonewallfleet.com.
Enjoy! :)
NOTE: The times will be taking a break during the month of November and will be back with a brand new issue in December.
CapnBranFlakes
Re: Star Trek: The Journey
:ds9:
Episode 409 - Deep Space Nine - "Call to Arms" - 06/16/1997
http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3526
Faced with the realisation that the Dominion are taking over the Alpha Quadrant, Sisko decides to mine the entrance to the wormhole.
Enjoy!
