Re: Are we gonna be ready for early access ???????
I'm certain I saw a dev post somewhere that stated we can chose which server to play on. I will probably focus on a European one for obvious reasons.
Kahless2001
LesleyA
Re: Stonewall Recipe Exchange Thread
Hunters chicken
Based on the dish served in decent pubs
1 chicken breat per person
1 nice sauce ( I use a Szechaun sauce since I like spice)
2 rashes of bacon per chicken breast
grated mature cheddar (I like strong flavours)
Place bacon over chicken and cook in oven for approx 25-30 mins on a nice high heat. Cover in your sauce and sprinkle grated cheese over the top.
Return to oven and continue cooking for another 10-15 mins until chicken is thoroughly cooked.
Served best with boiled potatoes and vege's.
Based on the dish served in decent pubs
1 chicken breat per person
1 nice sauce ( I use a Szechaun sauce since I like spice)
2 rashes of bacon per chicken breast
grated mature cheddar (I like strong flavours)
Place bacon over chicken and cook in oven for approx 25-30 mins on a nice high heat. Cover in your sauce and sprinkle grated cheese over the top.
Return to oven and continue cooking for another 10-15 mins until chicken is thoroughly cooked.
Served best with boiled potatoes and vege's.
doogiegood
Re: Stonewall Recipe Exchange Thread
Great idea and it will key into an upcoming event that I am planning. Deals to come soon. :)
Furlong
Stonewall Recipe Exchange Thread
So, based on a conversation I had with Sarge on vent, I thought this would be a good place for the culinary gifted fleeties to share some recipes amongst one another. To begin...
Chicken Stir-Fry
Boneless Skinless Chicken Brest cut into small bits (about 1 to 1.5 inches or so)
Canned Tomatoes
Diced Onion
Minced Garlic
Choice Spices (I recommend Cajun, but do what you want)
Cook in a large pan and serve over a bed of white rice
Chicken Stir-Fry
Boneless Skinless Chicken Brest cut into small bits (about 1 to 1.5 inches or so)
Canned Tomatoes
Diced Onion
Minced Garlic
Choice Spices (I recommend Cajun, but do what you want)
Cook in a large pan and serve over a bed of white rice
Elikal
Elikal
Re: Are we gonna be ready for early access ???????
I think we should agree on one server as soon as Bioware publishes the server list, so that we who preorder all start on the same server with early access. I want to be sure to save my names. ;)
CapnBranFlakes
Re: Star Trek: The Journey
:ds9:
Episode 340 - Deep Space Nine - "Defiant" - 11/21/1994
http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3309
Tom Riker, posing as Commander Riker, shows up unannounced and uses Kira's interest in him to steal the USS Defiant and take it on a mission for the Maquis.
Enjoy!
Headlockman
chemkarate
Re: Commission: "Strength From Diversity"
He looked up from where he sat in a field of tall grass. The cerulean sky above was streaked with clouds that seemed frozen in place. His gaze shifted to his side, where he saw nothing but an endless prairie, save for the single tree near which he sat. He noticed that everything was perfectly still and silent... save for a low droning.
“Do you hear something?” he found himself asking aloud.
“They’re coming,” came a voice from his other side.
He looked and saw a man sitting there, staring directly at him. A man he knew all too well.
The droning was growing louder. It sounded like it was coming from above.
“They’re coming.”
He directed his gaze upward and thought he saw something. Suddenly, his hand was grabbed tightly by something cold and metallic. He suddenly looked back at the man, whose skin was now a mottled grey and covered with cybernetic implants.
“Nick, they’re coming!”
He howled at the sight, sitting up violently and opening his eyes. Nick suddenly found himself sitting in bed in a dark room. His eyes darted about as he tried to get his bearings. They settled on familiar pieces and mementos, finally reassuring his mind that this was, in fact, reality. His breathing started to slow and become more calm and regular.
My quarters. I’m in my quarters, he thought to himself.
“Computer, what time is it?”
“04-57 hours,” came the pleasantly neutral response. The familiar voice was oddly comforting.
More than a full hour before the alarm this time. I could still get some more sleep.
Nick looked out of the large windows of his quarters at the field of stars beyond them. As much as he would have liked to go back to sleep, he knew it wouldn’t be possible. That dream had left him far too agitated. After a moment, Nick shook his head with a sigh and slid out of his bed. Twenty minutes later found him showered, dressed, and out the door of his quarters with padd in hand.
He moved through the halls of his ship, the USS Stonewall, noting the surprised expressions of a number of crewmen. Apparently they weren’t expecting to see him up during the graveyard shift. Nick only nodded in response as he made his way to one of the external docking hatches. Passing through the docking arm, the exit opened in front of him as he stepped into the wide reception area of Starbase 82.
He stopped just inside and looked around. A number of Starfleet officers moved about in a flurry of activity, many of them carrying instrument kits. He surveyed the area for a moment, then proceeded deeper into the starbase toward the central command area. As he passed one corridor, he heard a familiar Vulcan voice coming from nearby. Nick turned to see Captain T’Laris speaking to a group of engineers.
“We are still experiencing a number of power disruptions on decks 40 through 47. There are likely still a number of implants in the power systems. Perform another survey. We need them all removed this time if we are going to proceed with restoring power to dependent subsystems.”
The engineers gave an affirmative before hurrying off. T’Laris watched them leave and raised an eyebrow when she noticed Nick as they passed by him.
“Admiral. You are over an hour early for your shift. Is there something wrong?”
Nick paused, then shook his head. “No. I just had trouble sleeping again. Walk with me?”
“Of course,” responded T’Laris. The two resumed walking toward the central control area. T’Laris was silent until they reached an area that was more sparse on passersby.
“Admiral, I have noticed your sleeping patterns have become more and more erratic. Is something troubling you?”
“Nothing specific, no. I think it’s just the damn Borg technology that’s still infesting this place. I’ve read that it’s not uncommon for those liberated from the Collective to experience mild visual and auditory problems when in proximity to Borg technology.”
“Yes, so I have read. However, your sleeping problems seem to be quite acute compared to what has normally been reported.”
“Well, it’s a lot of Borg technology,” Nick said as they reached the central command area. Directly in front of them, in the center of the room, was a large rotating wire-frame holographic map of the starbase. Large sections of it, especially those in the lower areas, were represented with a sickly green color.
“I see your point,” responded T’Laris as the two looked up at the hologram. Their study was interrupted when a voice rang out across the room.
“Fleet Admiral on deck!”
Every officer in the room immediately turned toward Nick and saluted. Nick just nodded and gave a quick “at ease” before moving over to a nearby large monitor, which was currently showing ship positions within the Gamma Orionis sector block.
“Has Admiral T’Rehes reported in?”
“Yes, sir,” responded T’Laris. “She reports that Borg activity remains minimal. Her ship, as well as the others we have on patrol across the sector, have come across no traces of Borg ships within the last 30 hours.”
Nick frowned. “What are they up to...” he muttered to himself. “It’s only a matter of time before they make their move. We need to be ready when they do.”
T’Laris didn’t respond, having long ago become accustomed to the human tendency to talk to oneself when in thought. Whatever Nick was thinking was interrupted when T’Laris’ comm went off.
“McCloy to T’Laris. When you see the admiral, could you please let him know I need to talk to him? I have an update for him.”
“Why not ask him yourself?” replied T’Laris in her usual stoic fashion.
“He’s up!?”
Nick smirked. “Yes, Mr. McCloy, I’m up. I’ll see you in your office shortly.” He then looked at T’Laris. “You have command.”
“Yes, sir.”
Nick walked to the turbolift and stepped inside. The turbolift’s doors shut and began moving, giving Nick a rare moment of time alone. Since its creation nearly eight months ago, the Stonewall Fleet had been Starfleet’s main force against the Borg threat, with member ships rotating in and out of patrols of Vega and nearby systems. A month ago, the fleet had responded en masse to a distress call from Starbase 82 in the Sibiran system, where the Borg had suddenly appeared. By the time the fleet had arrived, the starbase had already been heavily assimilated. They had been able to liberate the station, but it had been slow-going getting it free of Borg technology. In the mean time, it was acting as the de facto base of operations for the Stonewall Fleet, as well as Starfleet’s larger defense against the Borg in Gamma Orionis.
It was a fight that Nick was all to happy to be fighting. He just wished he knew why Borg activity had suddenly dropped off in the weeks since the liberation of Starbase 82.
”They’re coming.” It was just a dream, but still...
The turbolift doors opened, allowing Nick to step out and walk to an office some distance away. He was about to tap the door chime when the door suddenly opened, revealing a tall Enhasan with grey skin and dark grey hair wearing Starfleet red with white trim. The man’s eyes widened, apparently not expecting to see the fleet admiral. However, he quickly recovered and moved to the side to make room and stand at attention.
Nick entered and looked at the man, glancing at his pips. “At ease, Commander.”
“Aye, sir.” The man glanced at Ethan McCloy, who was standing on the other side of his desk with an amused grin.
“You’re dismissed, Commander.”
The man nodded and quickly took his leave. He seem to deliberately avoid looking at Nick, who, for his part, looked at Ethan inquisitively after the doors shut.
“He was in a hurry.”
“That was Commander Oren-De, captain of the Pandora. He can be a bit stiff, but it’s his way. You wanted ‘strength from diversity’, sir, and you got it. We have all kinds in this fleet.”
Nick looked back toward the door through which Oren-De had taken his leave. “Indeed. Good to hear.”
He looked back at Ethan.
“You said you had information for me. I hope this is about what I asked you about last week?”
Ethan nodded with a grin. “Yes, sir, it is. I think we might have a promising lead, in one of the Great Houses of the Klingon Empire. Ever heard of the House of Nagh reD?”
“Do you hear something?” he found himself asking aloud.
“They’re coming,” came a voice from his other side.
He looked and saw a man sitting there, staring directly at him. A man he knew all too well.
The droning was growing louder. It sounded like it was coming from above.
“They’re coming.”
He directed his gaze upward and thought he saw something. Suddenly, his hand was grabbed tightly by something cold and metallic. He suddenly looked back at the man, whose skin was now a mottled grey and covered with cybernetic implants.
“Nick, they’re coming!”
He howled at the sight, sitting up violently and opening his eyes. Nick suddenly found himself sitting in bed in a dark room. His eyes darted about as he tried to get his bearings. They settled on familiar pieces and mementos, finally reassuring his mind that this was, in fact, reality. His breathing started to slow and become more calm and regular.
My quarters. I’m in my quarters, he thought to himself.
“Computer, what time is it?”
“04-57 hours,” came the pleasantly neutral response. The familiar voice was oddly comforting.
More than a full hour before the alarm this time. I could still get some more sleep.
Nick looked out of the large windows of his quarters at the field of stars beyond them. As much as he would have liked to go back to sleep, he knew it wouldn’t be possible. That dream had left him far too agitated. After a moment, Nick shook his head with a sigh and slid out of his bed. Twenty minutes later found him showered, dressed, and out the door of his quarters with padd in hand.
He moved through the halls of his ship, the USS Stonewall, noting the surprised expressions of a number of crewmen. Apparently they weren’t expecting to see him up during the graveyard shift. Nick only nodded in response as he made his way to one of the external docking hatches. Passing through the docking arm, the exit opened in front of him as he stepped into the wide reception area of Starbase 82.
He stopped just inside and looked around. A number of Starfleet officers moved about in a flurry of activity, many of them carrying instrument kits. He surveyed the area for a moment, then proceeded deeper into the starbase toward the central command area. As he passed one corridor, he heard a familiar Vulcan voice coming from nearby. Nick turned to see Captain T’Laris speaking to a group of engineers.
“We are still experiencing a number of power disruptions on decks 40 through 47. There are likely still a number of implants in the power systems. Perform another survey. We need them all removed this time if we are going to proceed with restoring power to dependent subsystems.”
The engineers gave an affirmative before hurrying off. T’Laris watched them leave and raised an eyebrow when she noticed Nick as they passed by him.
“Admiral. You are over an hour early for your shift. Is there something wrong?”
Nick paused, then shook his head. “No. I just had trouble sleeping again. Walk with me?”
“Of course,” responded T’Laris. The two resumed walking toward the central control area. T’Laris was silent until they reached an area that was more sparse on passersby.
“Admiral, I have noticed your sleeping patterns have become more and more erratic. Is something troubling you?”
“Nothing specific, no. I think it’s just the damn Borg technology that’s still infesting this place. I’ve read that it’s not uncommon for those liberated from the Collective to experience mild visual and auditory problems when in proximity to Borg technology.”
“Yes, so I have read. However, your sleeping problems seem to be quite acute compared to what has normally been reported.”
“Well, it’s a lot of Borg technology,” Nick said as they reached the central command area. Directly in front of them, in the center of the room, was a large rotating wire-frame holographic map of the starbase. Large sections of it, especially those in the lower areas, were represented with a sickly green color.
“I see your point,” responded T’Laris as the two looked up at the hologram. Their study was interrupted when a voice rang out across the room.
“Fleet Admiral on deck!”
Every officer in the room immediately turned toward Nick and saluted. Nick just nodded and gave a quick “at ease” before moving over to a nearby large monitor, which was currently showing ship positions within the Gamma Orionis sector block.
“Has Admiral T’Rehes reported in?”
“Yes, sir,” responded T’Laris. “She reports that Borg activity remains minimal. Her ship, as well as the others we have on patrol across the sector, have come across no traces of Borg ships within the last 30 hours.”
Nick frowned. “What are they up to...” he muttered to himself. “It’s only a matter of time before they make their move. We need to be ready when they do.”
T’Laris didn’t respond, having long ago become accustomed to the human tendency to talk to oneself when in thought. Whatever Nick was thinking was interrupted when T’Laris’ comm went off.
“McCloy to T’Laris. When you see the admiral, could you please let him know I need to talk to him? I have an update for him.”
“Why not ask him yourself?” replied T’Laris in her usual stoic fashion.
“He’s up!?”
Nick smirked. “Yes, Mr. McCloy, I’m up. I’ll see you in your office shortly.” He then looked at T’Laris. “You have command.”
“Yes, sir.”
Nick walked to the turbolift and stepped inside. The turbolift’s doors shut and began moving, giving Nick a rare moment of time alone. Since its creation nearly eight months ago, the Stonewall Fleet had been Starfleet’s main force against the Borg threat, with member ships rotating in and out of patrols of Vega and nearby systems. A month ago, the fleet had responded en masse to a distress call from Starbase 82 in the Sibiran system, where the Borg had suddenly appeared. By the time the fleet had arrived, the starbase had already been heavily assimilated. They had been able to liberate the station, but it had been slow-going getting it free of Borg technology. In the mean time, it was acting as the de facto base of operations for the Stonewall Fleet, as well as Starfleet’s larger defense against the Borg in Gamma Orionis.
It was a fight that Nick was all to happy to be fighting. He just wished he knew why Borg activity had suddenly dropped off in the weeks since the liberation of Starbase 82.
”They’re coming.” It was just a dream, but still...
The turbolift doors opened, allowing Nick to step out and walk to an office some distance away. He was about to tap the door chime when the door suddenly opened, revealing a tall Enhasan with grey skin and dark grey hair wearing Starfleet red with white trim. The man’s eyes widened, apparently not expecting to see the fleet admiral. However, he quickly recovered and moved to the side to make room and stand at attention.
Nick entered and looked at the man, glancing at his pips. “At ease, Commander.”
“Aye, sir.” The man glanced at Ethan McCloy, who was standing on the other side of his desk with an amused grin.
“You’re dismissed, Commander.”
The man nodded and quickly took his leave. He seem to deliberately avoid looking at Nick, who, for his part, looked at Ethan inquisitively after the doors shut.
“He was in a hurry.”
“That was Commander Oren-De, captain of the Pandora. He can be a bit stiff, but it’s his way. You wanted ‘strength from diversity’, sir, and you got it. We have all kinds in this fleet.”
Nick looked back toward the door through which Oren-De had taken his leave. “Indeed. Good to hear.”
He looked back at Ethan.
“You said you had information for me. I hope this is about what I asked you about last week?”
Ethan nodded with a grin. “Yes, sir, it is. I think we might have a promising lead, in one of the Great Houses of the Klingon Empire. Ever heard of the House of Nagh reD?”
chemkarate
Commission: "Strength From Diversity"
Author’s Note: The following story is a continuation of the last commission I wrote, "The Stonewall Resistance". This is also a commission that came out of the recent Pride Auction, though this time it comes from the head honcho himself, Nick. I am deeply honored that he wanted to see this story continued.
Once again, I should note that this should not be taken as canon with regard to any characters or events described here. There are a number of characters in this story that are not of my own creation, but instead are only my interpretation of them. Simply this consider a fun story and, as such, I hope you enjoy reading it. Thank you.
Once again, I should note that this should not be taken as canon with regard to any characters or events described here. There are a number of characters in this story that are not of my own creation, but instead are only my interpretation of them. Simply this consider a fun story and, as such, I hope you enjoy reading it. Thank you.
Re: Stonewall Fleet on Tribble
It still is. Fleets only show up in the Fleet Search if there is someone online in them with the Invite ability.
What's your character name and @handle? I can send you and offline invite.
What's your character name and @handle? I can send you and offline invite.
Kahless2001
KBaker
Re: Stonewall Fleet on Tribble
Is the fleet still in tribble? I looked for it but didn't see it and was interested in joining if it still is.
CapnBranFlakes
Seannewboy
bradley1701
Six-of-Nine
Re: Commission: "The Stonewall Resistance"
I took the liberty of creating this in pdf and epub formats for use in ereader software and devices.
PDF: http://www.mediafire.com/?n4vi82a8xy3jlhs
epub: http://www.mediafire.com/?tch94coo9sehq2q
PDF: http://www.mediafire.com/?n4vi82a8xy3jlhs
epub: http://www.mediafire.com/?tch94coo9sehq2q
Six-of-Nine
chemkarate
Glimpses
((What can I say, I'm a little too excited for what's to come, so I decided to share some tidbits...))
"It's only a matter of time before they make their move. We need to be ready when they do."
"You are a worthless coward with no spirit! You are afraid of ghosts in the night and nothing more!"
"There have been reports of a House of Nagh reD making a bit of a stir in the High Council."
"You cannot win. A fight would not just kill you, but destroy everything your father has built! It would be a death with no honor!"
"Nick, I do not need to remind you that this could be a very dangerous move for the fleet."
"I'm going to request that Captain Dugzon Jaz join you. Apparently, one his previous hosts was an ambassador well-versed in Klingon culture."
"Do you miss it? Starfleet, I mean."
"Run! We have to get out of here now!"
"Admiral, they're here! The Borg are here!"
"It's only a matter of time before they make their move. We need to be ready when they do."
"You are a worthless coward with no spirit! You are afraid of ghosts in the night and nothing more!"
"There have been reports of a House of Nagh reD making a bit of a stir in the High Council."
"You cannot win. A fight would not just kill you, but destroy everything your father has built! It would be a death with no honor!"
"Nick, I do not need to remind you that this could be a very dangerous move for the fleet."
"I'm going to request that Captain Dugzon Jaz join you. Apparently, one his previous hosts was an ambassador well-versed in Klingon culture."
"Do you miss it? Starfleet, I mean."
"Run! We have to get out of here now!"
"Admiral, they're here! The Borg are here!"