*dies of laughter* Skirts... i like it :P Although to clarify i've only worn a kilt err twice :P

All if poss.

Wow, very impressive. Well done to the winners and the planners!

Thank you everyone who participated today :) We hope you had as much fun as we did making it.

Congratulations to the two, winning teams:

1st place: Galan Vaurek and A1088
2nd place: DeRhamme and Krovni

Gerat job!

Here are the answers to the clues above:

1) Defera - There is a Ferengi in the center of the courtyard and it is a pretty, sunny day all the time
2) K7 - There are 7 "k"s in okay. The party was in reference to the bar
3) Dabo Table at DS9 - Leeta says this
4) Memory Alpha - Bling-bling stands for the rare items and the "corp" is for the Crafting Corp
5) Starbase 39 - If you solve the math problem, it equals 39. Starbase is found from the capital letters in the statement after
6) The fountain on Vulcan - The quote is a Vulcan quote and the towel is in reference to the fountain

At the end, if the teams looked at the clues, they noticed red, bolded letters. These spelled out "emotes" and the teams had to figure out that they needed to do the emotes they received from each clue in the correct order based on spelling out "emotes"

A very special thank you to Zep, Jes and Samuel for helping with the running of the event! We couldn't have done it without you :)

Episode 44- "Wolf in the Fold" - 12/22/1967

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Welcome to the Stonewall Fleet Scavenger Hunt 2.0!

You have been split up into teams of 3 and are competing for a share in 1,750,000 energy credits! First place will share 1M, second 500K, and third 250K.

As a team, you will race across the STO galaxy trying to find select Stonewall Fleet toons that have been pre-placed in various locations; you will be able to find the toons from the clues below. Don’t even think about cheating because all the toons are on private and you will not be able to see who they are, where they are, or when they log off/ on.

Once all of your team mates make it to the location which you think is correct and beam down, you will PM Zep with the answer. If you are correct, one of the above toons will appear and do an emote. Take careful note of the e-mote used, for once you have all 6 emotes, you will need to meet Zep’s main character back on ESD and do all the e-motes in a particular order. You will use the clues below and all the locations you visited to determine the correct order in which the emotes must be done for Zep. The first team to make it all back to ESD and do this in the correct order will win first place, followed by second and third.

Also, teams are able to buy additional clues for 100K each (the 3 Officers/FCs will decide on what the additional clue will be and that same one will be used for any team that buys that clue). The 100K will be deducted from your winnings and donated to the fleet bank.

NOTE: All toons will be in instance #1 of everywhere you go (or the lowest number instance available), so make sure you are all in the right one.

The Clues:

1) Let’s take a stroll here and people watch with the Ferengi. It's a beautiful day outside.

2) Okkkkkkk. Let’s get this party started.

3) Keep your eye on the prize, not the girl.

4) Need some new bling-bling? Come see the corp here.

5) Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally: [8*23-7^2+(15-3)] + [(13+2^3)-129] it’S really noT thAt haRd BecAuSE math is fun.

6) Logic offers serenity humans seldom experience: The control of feelings so that they do not control you." Control your feelings here and bring a towel.

Good luck and HAVE FUN!

Episode 43 - "Obsession" - 12/15/1967

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I just get confused. Anyone remember "Gay or Eurotrash?"

http://www.blairmag.com/blair3/gaydar/euro.html

I'm terrible at that game. The euro guys all dress so well, I can't tell who's who.

I love how that statement from Gibbs can be boiled down to this:

"Indeed, it clearly shows why Congress must act to end this misguided policy, because we can't be bothered or deal with the responsibility to do it ourselves."

Obama has not one, but two, was to end DADT. As chief of the executive branch of the government he can order the Department of Justice to not appeal. As commander-in-chief of the military, he can order them to cease enforcement. This is so infuriating, I cannot see how at this point I will not be abstaining from voting for a president come 2012.

Today, the Department of Justice made a filing in a legal challenge to the Don’t Ask, Don’t tell (DADT) policy, as it traditionally does when acts of Congress are challenged. This filing in no way diminishes the President’s firm commitment to achieve a legislative repeal of DADT – indeed, it clearly shows why Congress must act to end this misguided policy. The President was disappointed earlier this week when a majority of the Senate was willing to proceed with National Defense Authorization Act, but political posturing created a 60 vote threshold. The President spoke out against DADT in his first State of the Union Address, and the Secretary of Defense and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs have both testified in support of repeal. And the Department of Defense continues to work on a plan on how to implement repeal. The President, along with his Administration, will continue to work with the Senate Leadership to achieve a legislative repeal of DADT as outlined in the NDAA this fall.

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lmao! loves it!!

Episode 42 - "The Deadly Years" - 12/8/1967

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lmao pure class!

Aboslutely Fabulous! :lol:

That sir, made me laugh. YAY!

More at Mapping Stereotypes

War seemed inevitable. The aggressive Vaadwaur race has its home world only a few scant light years away from peaceful Vardinaia. The signs had been showing up for years. The Vaadwaur had developed a new form of transit, the underspace corridors, allowing ships to fly directly through subspace. These corridors were allowing the Vaadwaur to conquer and subjugate numerous worlds in recent decades, and the Vardinains knew that their time would come soon.
To prevent conflict, their Grand Council had signed a non-aggression pact with the Vaadwaur. This was not a surrender however, only the first part of an elaborate ruse, designed to save their world from slavery and oppression.
There was a young scientist from Vardain City, their capital. She theorised of a method to use the Vaadwaur technology to relocate their entire world to the outer edge of the underspace corridor network. Her plan also details a way to disrupt the corridor network behind them, preventing an exit aperture from opening within ten thousand light years from their new home.
This young woman, a doctor of xenobiology and quantum physics, had come up with the plan that could surely prevent war, and save their entire world.
* * *
“Technician Frell! What are you doing? The tetryon pulse should be at a phase variance of 4.038!” Chox shouted.
“I’m very sorry Director Chox,” the visibly nervous lab assistant responded. “It’s just with our deadline, I must have misaligned the pulse emitters by mistake, trying to finish on time.”
Her anger subsiding, Chox regarded the technician, his bald green head drooping, embarrassed by his mistake. A warm smile formed on her face.
As she spoke, the dropped the formality of their positions in the facility where they worked. “Don’t worry about it brother, I corrected it in time, so our survey of the generator won’t need to be restarted.”
Of course, there was no question in either of their minds of what generator she was talking about. She had come up with the plan herself.
The non aggression pact served her people two purposes. The first was to buy time before the seemingly inevitable Vaadwaur bloodshed began. The second purpose was to provide her access.
More specifically, because of the pact, Chox was able to begin work as an analyst in an underspace corridor construction lab. It was there, that three days before, Chox had stolen the underspace corridor generator.
It wasn’t long after that when her face, along with words like “terrorist”, “extremely dangerous” and “kill on sight” were broadcast all over the holovid “news” programs broadcast by the Vaadwaur, little more than propaganda.
There were able to determine that there must have been a surveillance device in the underspace lab that they had neglected to disable. This meant that it was only a matter of time before the Vaadwaur found her, and then her would may never be saved.
So now it was a race against time. Could they learn to modify the generator for their purposes before they were captured and executed?
The aforementioned purpose, was to modify the generator to channel the vast amounts of energy being created in the planets core. They had already tapped the core energies, and just needed to adjust the generator to use it. This would allow for the creation of a corridor large enough to accommodate their entire world, and all satellites, ranging from the smallest comm relay, up to their three moons.
Their deep subspace telescopes had already found them a new home, a star system at the other end of the galaxy, similar in size and composition to their own sun.
The conduit would be placed within the path of their worlds orbit, with an exit at the corresponding point of the new system. The momentum of their orbit would propel them through the corridor, and the gravity well of the new sun would “catch” Vardinaia into a new, nearly identical orbit.
They would keep the generator online during the two weeks long passing through subspace. This would have the result of “stretching” the corridor behind them, thus preventing the entry aperture from remaining open. Once they exit, they would immediately shut down the generator, releasing the rubber band of their massive underspace corridor. This snap back would have two results. The entrance back in their old star system would collapse into a black hole, and likely absorb the entire system. In their new home, the entire region would be mildly destabilized in subspace, preventing any underspace corridors from passing through the region, or opening in it.
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Neilston wrote:

look at what i found....C-store stuff

http://forums.startrekonline.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=4196&d=1284762377

http://forums.startrekonline.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=4195&d=1284762361

http://forums.startrekonline.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=4197&d=1284762386

http://forums.startrekonline.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=4198&d=1284762395

http://forums.startrekonline.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=4199&d=1284762404

Wow.. I so can't wait for *all* of this to be added... Drool.

Saith
- G

Emote: Face-palm. Shakes Head. Rolls Eyes. Pukes a little.

“Captain, we are clearing the temporal rift. Interference is still too much for any accurate sensor readings. It will be about twenty more seconds until we can perform any scans.”

Admiral T’Rehes nodded from her seat in the captain’s chair. While the rest of the crew seemed incredibly anxious as the viewscreen began to shift from the swirling blues and greys of the rift to the black void of normal space, T’Rehes maintained her normal calm exterior. However, anyone paying close attention could see her eyes dart from one point on the viewscreen to the other as she looked for any sign of what her ship was about to encounter.

“Science, obtain the current stellar cartography to ascertain our spatial and temporal location. Tactical, once the interference has decreased, perform short- and long-range scans to determine the nature of any all ships in the vic--”

T’Rehes’ orders were interrupted as she suddenly gasped sharply. Her body jerked back into her seat, causing her first officer to react in alarm.

“Admiral!? Admiral! Bridge to Sickbay, we have a medical emergency! It’s the captain!”

T’Rehes suddenly jerked forward, as if pulling herself away from something. She began breathing heavily, her eyes wide and moving about in alarm. “... ed... lert...”

“Captain...?”

T’Rehes forced herself back up into a sitting position and looked at the viewscreen as it became clearer. “Red Alert! All hands prepare for engagement with the Borg!”

The entire bridge crew looked at T’Rehes in surprise and alarm. Her first officer gave her a perplexed expression while red klaxons began sounding. The operation officer had to raise his voice to be heard.

“We have cleared the temporal rift. Sensors are... detecting over twenty Borg vessels!?”

“Helm, plot the most direct course out of the area. Once the Aurora has emerged from the rift, send her the coordinates with orders to escape at maximum warp.”

By this point, the viewscreen had filled with the image of a number of Borg cubes and spheres. Eyes on the bridge moved from the screen to T’Rehes and back to the screen.

“Captain, I am detecting a number of other ships in the immediate area. They are exchanging fire with the Borg.”

“Federation?”

“No ma’am. They are... they’re Undine!”

“Onscreen!”

The image on the screen shifted to that of several Borg vessels engaging Undine ships. A number of ships on both sides looked to be taking heavy damage.

“We’ve emerged in the middle of a fight. Where are we, the Delta Quadrant!?” exclaimed T’Rehes’ first officer.

“I’m working on that ma’am! The interference from the temporal rift is still making it hard to get an accurate reading of current star positions.”

“Captain, the Aurora has emerged from the rift!”

“Transmit escape coordinates and order to proceed at maximum warp! The Borg have not yet noticed us, so escape is still an option!” ordered T’Rehes.

“Captain, I am reading two other vessels emerging! They’re... they’re Federation vessels!”

Everyone, including T’Rehes, snapped their heads to look at the officer at Tactical.

“Do you have identification?”

“There’s too much interference from the rift. I doubt we’d even be able to get a hail through.”

T’Rehes looked back at the viewscreen, which was still filled with a host of Borg and Undine ships. Her ship and the Aurora were in danger the longer they remained here. Additionally, there had been no Federation ships behind them when they had entered the rift.

“Orders, Captain?”

“Transmit orders to the Aurora to escape. We will hold position and wait for the other ships.”

A few seconds later, the Operations officer blinked in surprise. “Captain, the Aurora is respectfully disobeying. Also, Captain Zepari apparently thinks you need to ‘stop saying crazy things’.”

This got an eyebrow raise out of T’Rehes, but she said nothing. Seconds passed like hours as the two vessels waited for the mystery ships to emerge from the rift. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, T’Rehes’ tactical officer practically yelled his findings to the rest of the bridge.

“Captain, the two ships are the Garret... and the Stonewall!”

T’Rehes quickly nodded. “Transmit escape coordinates to them as well. Once they are clear of the rift, transmit my orders to escape at maximum warp on my mark.”

“Orders transmitted. Ships report they are standing by.”

“Engage.”

The four ships moved around the rift, which still remained open, and warped out of the system. After a few minutes, T’Rehes operations officer spoke up.

“Captain, the Aurora and Garret both report that neither the Borg nor the Undine are initiating pursuit. Admiral Ford of the Stonewall is also requesting a meeting of all commanding officers on his ship.”

T’Rehes nodded. “Acknowledged. Tell them that I will be joining them on the Stonewall. Alert them if there is any change, and continue ascertaining our location.”

A short time later, T’Rehes entered the senior staff conference room of the Stonewall. She noticed that Nick and T’Laris were standing at one of the table and conversing. Zepari had resigned himself to simply listening to their conversation, though his frown was telling enough of what he thought of the situation. The three looked up at T’Rehes and greeted her.

“We’re still waiting for some other officers, but we can begin now while they are finalizing their findings,” Nick said as he motioned for the three captains to sit.

T’Laris was the first to speak. “Astrometics on the Garret has determined our location. We have moved somewhat spatially. While we are still in the Beta Orionis sector, we emerged in deep space between the Pollux and Organia star systems. Additionally, star positions indicate that we have moved forward one year into the future.”

Nick shook his head. “I can’t believe it. The Borg already have so many ships here. I suspected they would come eventually but... so soon?”

“It gets worse,” Zepari said with a scowl. “Once the Garret ascertained we only moved a year into the future, I figured it would be alright to communicate with other Federation worlds. So far... none have answered our hails. Additionally, long-range sensors indicate that a number of inhabited worlds, such as Pollux IV, have... changed.”

“Changed?” T’Rehes asked as her head snapped to to Zepari.

“Yes. Pollux IV, Organia, and the Federation colony on Vega have all experienced increased levels of methane, carbon monoxide, and fluorine.”

Nick closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. “Similar to what the Enterprise-E recorded on Earth when the Borg traveled back in time to assimilate it?”

Zepari nodded. “Not nearly as drastic of a change, but... yes.” The El-Aurian’s voice then softened. “Admiral, you should know that so far we have been unable to communicate with any major Starfleet installation... including Headquarters on Earth.”

Nick’s eyes turned to the large windows of the conference room. Space suddenly seemed like a much more dangerous and lonely place.

“One year. One blasted year!” he yelled, slamming his fist on the table in frustration. The other captains remained silent as Nick fumed. “That’s all they needed to just... take everything. Every world, every culture... gone.”

“Admiral, it is entirely possible that, while the Borg have made advances, it is not all ‘gone’. Additionally, we have no idea how much our absence and the Borg’s presence have altered the timeline,” suggested T’Laris.

Nick looked at T’Laris in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The rift we traveled through, while unstable in our original time, is completely stable in this time. While we were escaping, my ship scanned the area around the rift and found a number of Borg devices around the perimeter that seemed to be keeping it open. Given the Borg’s previous attempts to use time travel as a weapon, it seems highly likely that Borg are using it as a way to launch a surprise attack on the Federation. Additionally, since we traveled into the future, we were not there to continue to push the Federation to prepare for such an attack.”

Zepari gave T’Laris a questioning look. “But if that’s true, wouldn’t there needed to have been Borg present in this time and location to launch the attack from the original timeline to create the rift in the first place?”

“Precisely, Captain. The very fact that the Borg attempted this to begin with, in the original timeline that we had not left, indicates that while the Borg have returned, their attempts to assimilate the Federation were so unsuccessful that they decided to resort to time travel. Such a strategy is inherently unpredictable, making it a method that would not be preferred by a species like the Borg. However, once we entered the rift, our absence may have changed events and resulted in this future.”

T’Rehes looked at T’Laris with only a raised eyebrow. “That is merely speculation, T’Laris. There are a number of paradoxes in your suggestion.”

T’Laris nodded. “Yes, that is true. However, given that paradoxes themselves are pure speculation as well, I found it logical to not speak of them and instead present the most optimistic scenario.” T’Laris glanced over at Nick. “The improved performance of Humans when presented with a ‘hopeful’ scenario seemed a desirable goal.”

Nick blinked at T’Laris then started to chuckle. “Point taken, T’Laris. Thank you.”

T’Laris merely nodded, just as the door to the conference room slid open to allow two officers into the room. One had bleached blond hair and was dressed in command red while the other was shaved bald and wore engineering yellow. Nick nodded to the two as they entered and gestured to the man in red.

“I’d like to introduce my officer at Tactical, Lieutenant Commander Aaron Svenson, though on this ship he has the rather unique nickname of ‘Starseed’.”

Aaron managed a small grin, wondering why that had to be included. He glanced over at the bald man on his right, who was looking over at Zepari expectantly. Nick caught the glance and looked at Zepari as well.

“I apologize Admiral, but I took the liberty of inviting my Chief Engineer, Commander Ooom, over to share some findings with us. He’s been going over the data that Captain T’Laris’ ship acquired on the Borg devices keeping that temporal rift open.”

Nick nodded. “Excellent. Commander, I trust you have good news for us.”

“I believe so, sir.” nodded Ooom as he proceeded over to a screen on the wall and tapped a few buttons on his padd. The screen came up with an image of what appeared to be a bulky, metal frame in a roughly square shape. It was undeniably Borg in appearance.

“Using the data supplied by the Garret, we’ve determined that this device is maintaining the temporal rift. Without it, the rift would become incredibly unstable and would likely seal shut within seconds. After studying it, it doesn’t appear as if the device is shielded or well-armored. Whatever the Borg’s true purpose in building it, I don’t think they were expecting the Undine to show up.”

Nick raised an optimistic eyebrow. “So it could be easily destroyed?”

Ooom nodded. “A volley of torpedoes at several key areas would most likely do the trick. However, following the frame’s destruction, it is likely that the rift would not remain open long enough for all four of our ships to pass through before it permanently shuts.”

“Mines?”

At this point, Aaron spoke up. “Possible, but we wouldn’t be sure that they did the job. If some were accidentally sucked into the rift, the frame would survive and Borg ships could follow us through. As it is, long-range sensors have detected that at least ten Borg ships have entered the rift. We need to make sure that none are able to follow us and attack us while we are in the rift, as we will be extremely vulnerable. During the last trip through, shields and weapons were experiencing intermittent failure.”

“In that case,” said T’Rehes matter-of-factly, “the Pendragon will be the ship to remain behind and destory the frame.”

Nick looked at T’Rehes in surprise. “You realize that you’re suggesting suicide.”

“On the contrary Nick, I am suggesting a strategy that will result in the highest likelihood of all ships surviving. Not only does the Pendragon have more torpedo capability than the other three ships, but she is also the fastest. This strategy posits the highest chance of success.”

Nick and Zepari frowned. They didn’t want to admit it, but T’Rehes was right. A Phoenix-class ship was one of the fastest starships Starfleet had at its disposal, second only to the Defiant series.

“Assuming we go with that strategy... Mr. Starseed, I will need be putting you on point to coordinate tactical manuevers with the other ships. While the Borg ignored us during our escape, they will likely regard us as a threat as we approach the rift again. Any suggestions?”

Aaron nodded and tapped a button next to the monitor, causing the image to change to a tactical readout of space. It filled with a number of green and brown points, as well as a large square near the bottom.

“This is the current positioning data that the Stonewall is recording of the area near the rift. As you can see, there are a number of Borg and Undine ships. The Borg are currently positioned to keep the Undine away from the rift, whom have been unable to flank the target. This means that approaching from the opposite trajectory would be the best. There are less Borg ships between us and the rift and the Undine are on the far side of the biggest group.”

Nick nodded. “Excellent work, Mr. Starseed. Unless their are any objections from the other captains, I’d like to implement this strategy.”

The other captains said nothing. Nick took a breath and nodded. “Then let’s begin. Once your ships are ready, send an alert. I want to get out of this godforsaken time and back to our present as soon as possible.”