Re: What do you want for KDF events - FEEDBACK NEEDED
Please, if you're reading this, post to the thread what would make you more likely to attend KDF events compared to the way they are now.
Six-of-Nine
CapnBranFlakes
Re: Star Trek: The Journey
:ds9:
Episode 377 - Deep Space Nine - "Shattered Mirror" - 04/22/1996
http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3420
Sisko attempts to rescue Jake after he is lured into a war-torn mirror universe by his mother's living counterpart.
Enjoy!
Exobyte
Re: ST: Battlefront "Hackers (Pt 2)"
“No, Sir, I’ve been unsuccessful in communicating with the station.” Crewman Frost relayed to Admiral Quinn.
“Calvin sure does have a knack for finding himself neck deep and in the middle of every bad situation that seems to come across my desk. There’s a ship a few hours away, I’ll redirect it to you for support.”
“Thank you, Sir. We will continue to press forward on repairs and communicate with the station.”
“Ms. Frost, before you go, how are you feeling?”
“I am well, sir. There are a few minor irritations, but working on a ship feels comforting and the right place for me right now.” She replied. “I am well aware I would still be in Starfleet Medical had my father not been who he is.”
“Admittedly, that was a major factor in allowing you this post. As long as you’re recovering properly, and Calvin and the new captain have no issue with your conduct, I see no reason to revoke the privilege. Quinn out.”
Ms. Frost nodded and deactivated the console, and began activating another. This time, the cortical relay was reactivated attempting to connect to Annika Hansen, the former Borg drone Seven of Nine.
Annika Hansen, this is Jacqueline Frost. Do you read?
I hear you Jacqueline Frost, report.
Admiral Quinn has been alerted to the situation and is sending nearby ships to assist.
Understood. Any update on your senior staff?
None, ma’am.
Report back if you hear something.
——
“You OK?” Turek turned to see the source of the question. It was Ensign Guyton.
“Fine, why do you ask.” He responded while tapping a few keys on the medical tricorder.
“Those things they said. The names they called you.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Are Cardassians really treated this way?”
“Mostly. Sometimes we get dirt in the face.”
Summer let out a breathy gasp at the comment and how casual Turek was being about the incident.
“I honestly don’t get it. I wasn’t even born during the Dominion war. It’s not my fault I was born in a race of xenophobes.”
“You grew up on Bajor?”
“I was orphaned there as an infant.” He explained. A quick hypo to the neck of a young Bolian and Turek moved to the next bed.
“Oh I see.”
“We can discuss this another time if you’d like. I need to get back to my patients.” Turek nodded, smiling through courtesy.
“You two seemed awfully chummy.”
“I just wanted to make sure he was OK.” Summer fielded Desmond.
“That was all? Seemed like a lot more than just checking in.” He toyed.
“Des, it’s really not anything like that.” Summer said, continuing on her path.
In the medical office, Solek sat studying the computer terminal while the recently awakened Ensign Ishii rearranged isolinear chips and hotwired connection pathways on a panel nearby. “How’s that, Sir?”
“Good. I might be able to access the main computer from here now.” Ensign Ishii watched over Solek’s shoulder as a few presses hit the screen of the LCARS display. Success.“Crewmen, with help from Ensign Ishii, we have gained control of the main computer.”
There was a quiet cheering from the medical bay while Summer and Desmond hurried in to see. Solek returned to accessing various systems, starting with internal sensors and communications. “Fascinating.”
“What is?”
“It appears there is a rogue group of security officers waging guerrilla warfare on the Orions.”
“I have an idea, give me a moment.” Ensign Ishii announced diving back into the console of isolinear chips.
“What’s your plan, Ensign?”
“If we can gain access to the forcefield network, we can isolate the Orions and retake the station.”
“Good plan, keep at it.” Solek ordered.
“Can we contact the Exobyte?” Desmond asked.
“I’m trying, it seems internal communications work fine, but externals are damaged.” Solek responded with a grimace. Even with the bit of emotion he let show, Solek fought back fathoms of intensity under the stress. There was a growing concern deep down that Edgar was in danger, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
“Calvin sure does have a knack for finding himself neck deep and in the middle of every bad situation that seems to come across my desk. There’s a ship a few hours away, I’ll redirect it to you for support.”
“Thank you, Sir. We will continue to press forward on repairs and communicate with the station.”
“Ms. Frost, before you go, how are you feeling?”
“I am well, sir. There are a few minor irritations, but working on a ship feels comforting and the right place for me right now.” She replied. “I am well aware I would still be in Starfleet Medical had my father not been who he is.”
“Admittedly, that was a major factor in allowing you this post. As long as you’re recovering properly, and Calvin and the new captain have no issue with your conduct, I see no reason to revoke the privilege. Quinn out.”
Ms. Frost nodded and deactivated the console, and began activating another. This time, the cortical relay was reactivated attempting to connect to Annika Hansen, the former Borg drone Seven of Nine.
Annika Hansen, this is Jacqueline Frost. Do you read?
I hear you Jacqueline Frost, report.
Admiral Quinn has been alerted to the situation and is sending nearby ships to assist.
Understood. Any update on your senior staff?
None, ma’am.
Report back if you hear something.
——
“You OK?” Turek turned to see the source of the question. It was Ensign Guyton.
“Fine, why do you ask.” He responded while tapping a few keys on the medical tricorder.
“Those things they said. The names they called you.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Are Cardassians really treated this way?”
“Mostly. Sometimes we get dirt in the face.”
Summer let out a breathy gasp at the comment and how casual Turek was being about the incident.
“I honestly don’t get it. I wasn’t even born during the Dominion war. It’s not my fault I was born in a race of xenophobes.”
“You grew up on Bajor?”
“I was orphaned there as an infant.” He explained. A quick hypo to the neck of a young Bolian and Turek moved to the next bed.
“Oh I see.”
“We can discuss this another time if you’d like. I need to get back to my patients.” Turek nodded, smiling through courtesy.
“You two seemed awfully chummy.”
“I just wanted to make sure he was OK.” Summer fielded Desmond.
“That was all? Seemed like a lot more than just checking in.” He toyed.
“Des, it’s really not anything like that.” Summer said, continuing on her path.
In the medical office, Solek sat studying the computer terminal while the recently awakened Ensign Ishii rearranged isolinear chips and hotwired connection pathways on a panel nearby. “How’s that, Sir?”
“Good. I might be able to access the main computer from here now.” Ensign Ishii watched over Solek’s shoulder as a few presses hit the screen of the LCARS display. Success.“Crewmen, with help from Ensign Ishii, we have gained control of the main computer.”
There was a quiet cheering from the medical bay while Summer and Desmond hurried in to see. Solek returned to accessing various systems, starting with internal sensors and communications. “Fascinating.”
“What is?”
“It appears there is a rogue group of security officers waging guerrilla warfare on the Orions.”
“I have an idea, give me a moment.” Ensign Ishii announced diving back into the console of isolinear chips.
“What’s your plan, Ensign?”
“If we can gain access to the forcefield network, we can isolate the Orions and retake the station.”
“Good plan, keep at it.” Solek ordered.
“Can we contact the Exobyte?” Desmond asked.
“I’m trying, it seems internal communications work fine, but externals are damaged.” Solek responded with a grimace. Even with the bit of emotion he let show, Solek fought back fathoms of intensity under the stress. There was a growing concern deep down that Edgar was in danger, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
Hillbane
Re: Where were you when the towers fell?
I was at work that day. I was at my station with 12 others and the phone rang in the captain’s office and Capital Jacobs turned the TV to CNN and we were watching when the second plane hit the south tower. We were talking among ourselves when the south tower fell and what I remember the most was the utter silence in the station. The north tower fell and a camera person filmed a lone firefighter walking into the dust cloud with everything he was going to need.
My Fire Department has a relic from the Twin Towers. The relic is a helmet of a New York City Firefighter that lost his life ten years ago today. Below the helmet there’s a plaque engraved. “Brother when you weep for me, Remember it was meant to be, As I did the job I loved to do, I pray that thought will see you through.”
My Fire Department has a relic from the Twin Towers. The relic is a helmet of a New York City Firefighter that lost his life ten years ago today. Below the helmet there’s a plaque engraved. “Brother when you weep for me, Remember it was meant to be, As I did the job I loved to do, I pray that thought will see you through.”
Van
Re: Idle chatter :D
Is it just me, or are they packing a little bit of humor into each video they release?
Oh for sure! I think they are trying to target all grps of gamers from raiders, hard core pvp'rs, causual players (me) and those that want a rich story line.
Edit: just watched the smuggler video again...okays so it's like the 10th time. :) The whole thing is so Indiana Jones! Picture the guy with the light saber...replace it with knives. Also the chase scene were the smuggler is running after one guy and the door opens and it's a whole bunch of guys. LOL Love it!
Varel
Re: Idle chatter :D
Is it just me, or are they packing a little bit of humor into each video they release?
Warwidow
doogiegood
Exobyte
Re: ST: Battlefront "Hackers (Pt 2)"
[[Episode 2.1]
Deep inside the corridors of the Daystrom Institute, Annika Hansen continued to lead a small team of security officers in guerrilla warfare against Orion invaders. Without communications, she had no way of knowing how many or where the Orions were in the base. It was during one firefight the first words of communication broke through.
Annika, please respond!
Identify yourself.
Director Hansen! This is Ensign Frost onboard the Exobyte.
Standard communications are being jammed, so I attempted alternative means I’ve been trying different modulations for a few hours now.
Interesting work Ensign. Do you have sensors? Annika inquired.
Our external sensors are still offline, however almost everything else has recovered. Do you know the status of the senior staff? Ms. Frost relayed.
I do not.
It may be possible to time an accidental jettison of a class II probe to give you some detail on the outside environment. I advise also jettisoning a few cases and scrap debris to mask it from any enemy scans.
Understood. I’ll contact you on this frequency when I have telemetry from the probe giving us a broader picture. Jacqueline Frost finished, leaving the cortical node active but silent.
——
Turek stood as near his fellow senior staff as possible, trying to subtly slip a stimulant to Solek or Desmond. A group of Orion guards milled about looking for something to pass the time. They found it in the shape of the young Cardassian medic.
“So how did the Cardie get lost going home?” One Orion asked, setting up for a joke. After a pause, “Because he didn’t follow the true way!”
There was a haughty fake laughter at the joke, not as much to the bad pun as the jab at Turek.
“What’s wrong, spoon-head? Run away from home?”
Turek tried not to flinch or react.
“Do you miss your mother’s milk, Cardie?”
“I bet she’s fine breeding stock. Lays plenty of eggs.” Another Orion commented.
Ensign Guyton couldn’t tolerate to hear more of it. She admitted in her logs her resistance to Turek’s position on the ship, but this was cruel. Faking a stir, she let out a soft moan to grab their attention.
This was the moment Turek needed. The hypo angled properly and Turek quickly jabbed the device into Ensign Troi’s arm. While the Orions still focused on Guyton, he switched hands and jabbed the hypo into Solek.
Desmond Troi was the first to start waking up, but realized quickly to lie still with Turek’s hand on his shoulder. Solek complied equally, understanding enough to stay calm and gather his thoughts.
The Orions had become completely engrossed with the stirring female. They didn’t notice that Turek had stepped away from the two medical beds, or that Ensigns Solek and Troi were now stepping off to encircle them. The last vocal sentence made was an Orion asking, “I wonder how supple the rest of her is, if her legs feel like this.”
There was a loud scream accompanied by the first Orion tumbling backwards, nose bloodied and not moving. The other two attempted to grab Ensign Guyton but instead the ensign kicked her feet above them to perform a hand stand. As her feet fell from their perch, she executed a perfect split, connecting her heels with the remaining two Orions’ face. Her torso spun, and she bounced a bit, and finally looked up to see the three ensigns gawking at her; Desmond agape with eyes glazed.
“You can stop drooling now, Des.” Summer commented, swinging her legs together and hopping down from the bed.
“I- d- bu- uh-” Des sputtered.
“Ensign, it’s advisable you stop trying to speak until you can find words.” Solek commented, brushing off the acrobatics and moving to the medical office.
“Summer, how exactly…”
“Martial arts combat training. Top of my class.”
Des mumbled something incoherently. Turek moved in a flurry and jabbed Desmond’s neck with a hypo. Within moments the effects took hold. “Ow, Turek what the hell was that for?”
“...You’re oggling, and we’re still in a crisis. Seriously kid haven’t you seen a woman hold her own before?”
Desmond was too embarrassed in present company to disclose his adrenaline addiction. His face turned a deeper red than his tunic, but not before feeling he had grossly fouled up and properly checked.
“Ensigns, come here.” Solek called. The three gathered behind Solek at the console. “Looks like power is out across the station, fortunately medical is kept on a separate generator for treatment reasons…It’s possible I can reroute communications through here and contact Starfleet or the Exobyte.”
“Sir, any word on where Lt. Calvin is located?” Summer inquired.
“I assume he’s still in the holomatrix laboartory.” Turek explained.
“Internal sensors are down however, so our logical step would be to get a map of the station before any rescue attempt is made. Turek, how many of those crewmen are simply unconscious?”
“Less than you’d hope. There may be one or two but most have injuries.”
——
Reginald Barclay stood back at the control console in the holomatrix lab, trying to uncover what Lt. Calvin had done. He had to admit, there was a level of sophistication and almost an art to how the subroutines were encrypted and referenced. So far, Reg had identified twenty-three different unrelated subroutines, both from the original EMH program to the Doctor’s extended interfacing, that held dependencies and references to the ECH program. In a few places, Reg found where the ECH held dependencies and references to a few of those twenty-three subroutines, but more amazingly, there were whole subroutines that held circular dependencies at their simplest with other subroutines.
“What’s taking so long?” The Orion demanded.
“It appears the lieutenant was making a lot of progress in obfuscating the subroutines. I’ve identified them, but without the main computer I don’t have a baseline comparison to know what he changed. It’s possible there are entire sections missing or relocated.” Reg explained.
The Orion picked up a small communicator and pressed it. “Mistress, the Starfleet goons are unable to extract the command subroutines, their motivation in this matter is questionable. I’ve already killed the one that attempted to thwart us. We’ve reached the exit window. Any longer and we risk capture. What are your orders? Mistress?”
Deep inside the corridors of the Daystrom Institute, Annika Hansen continued to lead a small team of security officers in guerrilla warfare against Orion invaders. Without communications, she had no way of knowing how many or where the Orions were in the base. It was during one firefight the first words of communication broke through.
Annika, please respond!
Identify yourself.
Director Hansen! This is Ensign Frost onboard the Exobyte.
Standard communications are being jammed, so I attempted alternative means I’ve been trying different modulations for a few hours now.
Interesting work Ensign. Do you have sensors? Annika inquired.
Our external sensors are still offline, however almost everything else has recovered. Do you know the status of the senior staff? Ms. Frost relayed.
I do not.
It may be possible to time an accidental jettison of a class II probe to give you some detail on the outside environment. I advise also jettisoning a few cases and scrap debris to mask it from any enemy scans.
Understood. I’ll contact you on this frequency when I have telemetry from the probe giving us a broader picture. Jacqueline Frost finished, leaving the cortical node active but silent.
——
Turek stood as near his fellow senior staff as possible, trying to subtly slip a stimulant to Solek or Desmond. A group of Orion guards milled about looking for something to pass the time. They found it in the shape of the young Cardassian medic.
“So how did the Cardie get lost going home?” One Orion asked, setting up for a joke. After a pause, “Because he didn’t follow the true way!”
There was a haughty fake laughter at the joke, not as much to the bad pun as the jab at Turek.
“What’s wrong, spoon-head? Run away from home?”
Turek tried not to flinch or react.
“Do you miss your mother’s milk, Cardie?”
“I bet she’s fine breeding stock. Lays plenty of eggs.” Another Orion commented.
Ensign Guyton couldn’t tolerate to hear more of it. She admitted in her logs her resistance to Turek’s position on the ship, but this was cruel. Faking a stir, she let out a soft moan to grab their attention.
This was the moment Turek needed. The hypo angled properly and Turek quickly jabbed the device into Ensign Troi’s arm. While the Orions still focused on Guyton, he switched hands and jabbed the hypo into Solek.
Desmond Troi was the first to start waking up, but realized quickly to lie still with Turek’s hand on his shoulder. Solek complied equally, understanding enough to stay calm and gather his thoughts.
The Orions had become completely engrossed with the stirring female. They didn’t notice that Turek had stepped away from the two medical beds, or that Ensigns Solek and Troi were now stepping off to encircle them. The last vocal sentence made was an Orion asking, “I wonder how supple the rest of her is, if her legs feel like this.”
There was a loud scream accompanied by the first Orion tumbling backwards, nose bloodied and not moving. The other two attempted to grab Ensign Guyton but instead the ensign kicked her feet above them to perform a hand stand. As her feet fell from their perch, she executed a perfect split, connecting her heels with the remaining two Orions’ face. Her torso spun, and she bounced a bit, and finally looked up to see the three ensigns gawking at her; Desmond agape with eyes glazed.
“You can stop drooling now, Des.” Summer commented, swinging her legs together and hopping down from the bed.
“I- d- bu- uh-” Des sputtered.
“Ensign, it’s advisable you stop trying to speak until you can find words.” Solek commented, brushing off the acrobatics and moving to the medical office.
“Summer, how exactly…”
“Martial arts combat training. Top of my class.”
Des mumbled something incoherently. Turek moved in a flurry and jabbed Desmond’s neck with a hypo. Within moments the effects took hold. “Ow, Turek what the hell was that for?”
“...You’re oggling, and we’re still in a crisis. Seriously kid haven’t you seen a woman hold her own before?”
Desmond was too embarrassed in present company to disclose his adrenaline addiction. His face turned a deeper red than his tunic, but not before feeling he had grossly fouled up and properly checked.
“Ensigns, come here.” Solek called. The three gathered behind Solek at the console. “Looks like power is out across the station, fortunately medical is kept on a separate generator for treatment reasons…It’s possible I can reroute communications through here and contact Starfleet or the Exobyte.”
“Sir, any word on where Lt. Calvin is located?” Summer inquired.
“I assume he’s still in the holomatrix laboartory.” Turek explained.
“Internal sensors are down however, so our logical step would be to get a map of the station before any rescue attempt is made. Turek, how many of those crewmen are simply unconscious?”
“Less than you’d hope. There may be one or two but most have injuries.”
——
Reginald Barclay stood back at the control console in the holomatrix lab, trying to uncover what Lt. Calvin had done. He had to admit, there was a level of sophistication and almost an art to how the subroutines were encrypted and referenced. So far, Reg had identified twenty-three different unrelated subroutines, both from the original EMH program to the Doctor’s extended interfacing, that held dependencies and references to the ECH program. In a few places, Reg found where the ECH held dependencies and references to a few of those twenty-three subroutines, but more amazingly, there were whole subroutines that held circular dependencies at their simplest with other subroutines.
“What’s taking so long?” The Orion demanded.
“It appears the lieutenant was making a lot of progress in obfuscating the subroutines. I’ve identified them, but without the main computer I don’t have a baseline comparison to know what he changed. It’s possible there are entire sections missing or relocated.” Reg explained.
The Orion picked up a small communicator and pressed it. “Mistress, the Starfleet goons are unable to extract the command subroutines, their motivation in this matter is questionable. I’ve already killed the one that attempted to thwart us. We’ve reached the exit window. Any longer and we risk capture. What are your orders? Mistress?”
Exobyte
ST: Battlefront "Hackers (Pt 2)"
((AND IT'S BACK! After painful talks with the station execs, contract disputes, and a number of other whimsical excuses that delay and cancel television shows, Battlefront has returned with an all new season premiere. A segment will be posted each day until complete. Enjoy!))
Warwidow
Re: Where were you when the towers fell?
I was home sick with the flu when my manager at the bank called a bit hysterical sounding and told me to turn on the TV. I sat and watched this unfold and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was there watching things unfold when I saw the second plane hit the tower it was like trying to grasp something so huge you couldn't understand it. I just kept thinking about the poor people there. Then seeing the towers fall I just was in shock I couldn't grasp it. I remember that they evacuated the downtown core of Toronto as an emergency precaution and my roommate at the time said it was like the city was dead everything and everyone was unbelievable quite. There were lots of people in Toronto that knew people in NYC some who knew that worked at the WTC. A friend of mine had knew someone that was due to be at the WTC that morning and he was frantic to get ahold of them. He finally did and it turned out she was in the bottom floors and was evacuated. I remember sitting there and hearing the recorded phone calls of sons to mothers saying they weren't sure they were going to get out and that they loved them and just feeling so overwhelmed and powerless to help these people I just wanted to make everything better but I couldn't. I recall there being tons of firefighters and policemen going to NYC to help out and how a small town in the east coast opened its doors to New Yorkers who's flights had been diverted there.
I think the biggest impact for me was when I met my ex-boyfriend on New Years Eve in Toronto we were very enamored with each other and I ended up going to NYC the following week it was there that at my request he brought me to the site and I remember seeing the board with peoples pictures and standing beside a building and looking up and seeing a spiderweb of cracks in the glass and looking out over the devastation and breaking down and him hugging me. It was so incredibly powerful you could feel the wash of emotions in the area. I will never forget any of it for as long as I live.
I think the biggest impact for me was when I met my ex-boyfriend on New Years Eve in Toronto we were very enamored with each other and I ended up going to NYC the following week it was there that at my request he brought me to the site and I remember seeing the board with peoples pictures and standing beside a building and looking up and seeing a spiderweb of cracks in the glass and looking out over the devastation and breaking down and him hugging me. It was so incredibly powerful you could feel the wash of emotions in the area. I will never forget any of it for as long as I live.
Varel
Re: Where were you when the towers fell?
Let me start off by saying that this isn't something that I go into quite often, I know it was a while before DakonKor even found out I was in NYC on 9/11. I digress though.
I was about 5 blocks away in Speech class at Pace University (My freshman year and about 2 weeks into the semester) when the first tower was stuck by a plane that morning. I remember that there was a loud crashing sound that at the time reminded me of someone knocking over a big food cart with lots of aluminum trays on it. No one in class knew what had just happened at the time so class ended as usual several minutes later. One of my friends and I left the class to return to our dorms upstairs, and as we were crossing the courtyard of the school we noticed people staring at pointing, we couldn't see the towers from where we were but we saw lots of smoke. So we ran for the elevators and headed back to our rooms.
When I got back to my room on the 11th floor of the building I had a decent of view of everything that was happening. I picked up my phone and called my mother, who was about 350 miles away at work, and told her that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. Needless to say she didn't believe me, because the call went to her before most news agencies started reporting it. I hung up with her shortly after, not knowing that I wouldn't be speaking to her for about another 10 or 11 hours.
I went to one of the common rooms on the floor to see if I could get a better view of what was happening, while I was there watching the horrific things that were happening (I'll spare the details for my own sake), the second tower was hit. 5 Blocks away and 11 stories up, we felt the heat of that explosion. I can't remember how much time went by, or how many times I tried to call my mother again and couldn't get through because the phone lines were being swamped with calls. I remember I was in back in my room when the first tower actually came down.
I can honestly say that watching the dust cloud rush towards the building was the most terrifying moment of that day for me. The dorms were evacuated, and we were all rushed to the underground gym. At that point we even had business professionals from the surrounding area taking shelter in the school with us. We were sheltered in the gym while the second tower came down, there was a lot of rumbling and the gym shook a little bit. About 30 minutes after the second tower came down our school was evacuated because apparently there was either a gas leak reported near the building or a bomb threat had been called into City Hall across the street.
I managed to find 4 of my friends and I stuck with them. One of my friends' Grandmother lived quite a ways into Brooklyn, and she said we should head there since everywhere around the school was chaos and no one knew what was going on. When we tried to cross the Brooklyn bridge on foot we were told by the officers there it was closed and we had to make our way to the Manhattan bridge. We ultimately made it across the bridge and were able to catch a subway train (they were still running outside of manhattan and were free to help get people out of the city) out to her grandmother's place. She took us in for the night, let us use her phone to call our families, we got pizza and just watched the news all night trying to process everything that happened. The next morning She walked us all to the nearest subway station and we caught a train to Penn Station.
The school was closed for about a month and was used as a triage center as well as a temporary morgue for some of the bodies that were found. When we were finally allowed to return to school you could still smell the scent from the rubble in the air, and everything inside of the dorms was covered in a layer of dust.
Well that's my story. I'm just happy that my original plans for the day fell through. Myself and a few of my friends in the dorms had planned to head up to the observation deck of one of the towers (the tops floor) that morning. Luckily they all wanted to sleep in and I felt guilty skipping class and decided to go.
I was about 5 blocks away in Speech class at Pace University (My freshman year and about 2 weeks into the semester) when the first tower was stuck by a plane that morning. I remember that there was a loud crashing sound that at the time reminded me of someone knocking over a big food cart with lots of aluminum trays on it. No one in class knew what had just happened at the time so class ended as usual several minutes later. One of my friends and I left the class to return to our dorms upstairs, and as we were crossing the courtyard of the school we noticed people staring at pointing, we couldn't see the towers from where we were but we saw lots of smoke. So we ran for the elevators and headed back to our rooms.
When I got back to my room on the 11th floor of the building I had a decent of view of everything that was happening. I picked up my phone and called my mother, who was about 350 miles away at work, and told her that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. Needless to say she didn't believe me, because the call went to her before most news agencies started reporting it. I hung up with her shortly after, not knowing that I wouldn't be speaking to her for about another 10 or 11 hours.
I went to one of the common rooms on the floor to see if I could get a better view of what was happening, while I was there watching the horrific things that were happening (I'll spare the details for my own sake), the second tower was hit. 5 Blocks away and 11 stories up, we felt the heat of that explosion. I can't remember how much time went by, or how many times I tried to call my mother again and couldn't get through because the phone lines were being swamped with calls. I remember I was in back in my room when the first tower actually came down.
I can honestly say that watching the dust cloud rush towards the building was the most terrifying moment of that day for me. The dorms were evacuated, and we were all rushed to the underground gym. At that point we even had business professionals from the surrounding area taking shelter in the school with us. We were sheltered in the gym while the second tower came down, there was a lot of rumbling and the gym shook a little bit. About 30 minutes after the second tower came down our school was evacuated because apparently there was either a gas leak reported near the building or a bomb threat had been called into City Hall across the street.
I managed to find 4 of my friends and I stuck with them. One of my friends' Grandmother lived quite a ways into Brooklyn, and she said we should head there since everywhere around the school was chaos and no one knew what was going on. When we tried to cross the Brooklyn bridge on foot we were told by the officers there it was closed and we had to make our way to the Manhattan bridge. We ultimately made it across the bridge and were able to catch a subway train (they were still running outside of manhattan and were free to help get people out of the city) out to her grandmother's place. She took us in for the night, let us use her phone to call our families, we got pizza and just watched the news all night trying to process everything that happened. The next morning She walked us all to the nearest subway station and we caught a train to Penn Station.
The school was closed for about a month and was used as a triage center as well as a temporary morgue for some of the bodies that were found. When we were finally allowed to return to school you could still smell the scent from the rubble in the air, and everything inside of the dorms was covered in a layer of dust.
Well that's my story. I'm just happy that my original plans for the day fell through. Myself and a few of my friends in the dorms had planned to head up to the observation deck of one of the towers (the tops floor) that morning. Luckily they all wanted to sleep in and I felt guilty skipping class and decided to go.
CapnBranFlakes
Re: Star Trek: The Journey
:ds9:
Episode 376 - Deep Space Nine - "Hard Time" - 04/15/1996
http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3419
O'Brien is incarcerated for 20 years on an alien world on charges of espionage. However the experience was implanted into his mind, and O'Brien struggles to re-adjust to station life.
Enjoy!
CptDavid
Re: Where were you when the towers fell?
I was 15 in year 10 at high school. The planes hit during the early night here and i was alssep. By the time I found out it was the next morning, September the 12th, I remember my dad shaking me awake and showing me the news paper. I didn't comprehend it at the time, I just wanted to go back to sleep but as I lay there the reality dawned and I got up. I devoured the paper and watched the news until I had to go to school.
I remember the whole school stood for a minute of silence during the first perioid.
Our Prime Minister was in Washington during the attacks and due to the plane groundings he could not return to Australia for three days. Our PM at the time was from the conservative party and he felt very personally affected by the attacks being so close. I think he and GW Bush got along quite well. Australian troops were on the ground in Afghanistan three weeks later.
We have always felt splendidly isolated at the bottom of the world in my opinion, but the world changed that day. Bali was attacked, our embassay in Jakarta bombed. Our troops are still in Afghanistan and Iraq. Domestically our politics become more divided, immigration became a hot topic and racial tensions rose.
I remember a news commentator saying at the time that they (the terrorists) had awoken a sleeping bear (America) and the world would not be the same. How true that was
I remember the whole school stood for a minute of silence during the first perioid.
Our Prime Minister was in Washington during the attacks and due to the plane groundings he could not return to Australia for three days. Our PM at the time was from the conservative party and he felt very personally affected by the attacks being so close. I think he and GW Bush got along quite well. Australian troops were on the ground in Afghanistan three weeks later.
We have always felt splendidly isolated at the bottom of the world in my opinion, but the world changed that day. Bali was attacked, our embassay in Jakarta bombed. Our troops are still in Afghanistan and Iraq. Domestically our politics become more divided, immigration became a hot topic and racial tensions rose.
I remember a news commentator saying at the time that they (the terrorists) had awoken a sleeping bear (America) and the world would not be the same. How true that was
Van
Re: Idle chatter :D
Smuggler or Trooper,,,,it's a toss up for me on which class to start with. The video was interesting as we get to see the healing abilities of the smuggler.
I'll eventually have a light saber twirler as well...heck probably one of each.
I'll eventually have a light saber twirler as well...heck probably one of each.
Liastnir
Re: Idle chatter :D
The Smuggler video released today almost makes me reconsider starting off as a Jedi hehehe.
CJ
CJ
Van
Re: BREAKING NEWS: STO to be Free-to-Play by year end
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Thanks hon, but it looks like that code was already used or so the error msg I receive is telling me.
Okay, then give this one a try:
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Six-of-Nine
What do you want for KDF events - FEEDBACK NEEDED
So the past two days I've tried to run the Klingon Leveling Clinic event that used to be somewhat popular, but each times nobody came and I had to cancel.
Running events that nobody comes to doesn't help anybody, so I'm asking you, the fleet, what KDF events WOULD you attend? What times are best for it? If leveling isn't your interest what is?
Please give feedback here so I can offer the events that you guys want.
Running events that nobody comes to doesn't help anybody, so I'm asking you, the fleet, what KDF events WOULD you attend? What times are best for it? If leveling isn't your interest what is?
Please give feedback here so I can offer the events that you guys want.
Unknown Person
Re: Where were you when the towers fell?
I was awakened by my Mom early that morning. She said something like; "hey Jason the World Trade Center's being attacked." In my half conscious delirium I could not fully grasp what she was saying and thought she was probably kidding so I slurred into my pillow; "so what?" I got up a few minutes later and saw that one of the towers was indeed on fire and sat down to watch for awhile. While I was watching and listening to the newscaster all of a sudden- faster than I thought possible- another plane crashed into the second tower.
Of course all thoughts of it being simply an accident quickly dissolved. I was in my 2nd semester of college and I had class that day so I rode my bike the 4 miles to Pasadena City College. I had never seen the campus so quiet. It wasn't as if there wasn't anyone there, there was. Everyone was just really quiet and speaking in very hushed tones, I'd never seen anything like it. I went to my Film History class and we talked about it a little bit and then Professor Foster did his lecture on Akira Kurosawa. Afterwards we were supposed to watch Toshiro Mifune but I just wasn't in the mood. I think I just spent that whole day in a sort of disassociated detachment, trying to hold my emotions at arms length because I was afraid I'd break down if I let it all in. I kept playing all the details including what I was hearing from others and what was being reported and trying to put them all together to help answer those questions we were all asking ourselves; who did this? why? how? I remember thinking how much everything would change after that day. My two best friends were in the military at the time and I was really worried about them because I couldn't reach either for almost a week after that.
Of course all thoughts of it being simply an accident quickly dissolved. I was in my 2nd semester of college and I had class that day so I rode my bike the 4 miles to Pasadena City College. I had never seen the campus so quiet. It wasn't as if there wasn't anyone there, there was. Everyone was just really quiet and speaking in very hushed tones, I'd never seen anything like it. I went to my Film History class and we talked about it a little bit and then Professor Foster did his lecture on Akira Kurosawa. Afterwards we were supposed to watch Toshiro Mifune but I just wasn't in the mood. I think I just spent that whole day in a sort of disassociated detachment, trying to hold my emotions at arms length because I was afraid I'd break down if I let it all in. I kept playing all the details including what I was hearing from others and what was being reported and trying to put them all together to help answer those questions we were all asking ourselves; who did this? why? how? I remember thinking how much everything would change after that day. My two best friends were in the military at the time and I was really worried about them because I couldn't reach either for almost a week after that.