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::takes A-9-P-O's Blackberry away from him:: Enjoy Vegas ;)

::cackles::

I deny everything...who is this Kroells? ;)

Personally, I think we should let the series rest for a bit. And I include movies in that rest period. ^_^

Inside joke ^_^

Al Bundy?

House Plant?!? That's Ambassador Akcehtkkajsdhasjkdh of the USS Hood ^_^ Anyway...welcome to the boards :D (And Sheng-ji says hi :P )

Hi, Welcome to STSF. :P As stated earlier attedence to every academy is certainly not manditory (although us Acad GM's do like it when lots of people come :D ) So, ::loving the echo:: come when your schedule allows. As for Advanced Games. Try to join a game that fits your schedule, but if you do have to miss for real life reasons, that's perfectly acceptable, just be sure to notify your GM team. Each GM team has different policies regarding attendence, just be sure to keep them up to date :) Again, Welcome to STSF. Hope to see you around. ^_^

At least you know what's coming too you.... ::evil,evil grin:: N.D.A.K.: Networked Device Assembled for Killing

;) I am not comic relief.... :P And as for my own vote, I am changing it, having watched the movies again ( ::geek:: ) I am recasting my vote (as I think Moosel has other usages) Grommit is my vote

Note: Copyright exists for all intensive purposes upon creation. Yes for entiltlement law suites you do have to "register" it, however you can do so at any time (so long as you can meet the requirements.) Trademarked items...such as logo or graphic are a different story, the difference between ® and ™ is one is Registered with the Federal Government while the other isn't. Which brings me to a point heh.... Star Trek is a Trademarked symbol of Paramount...inturn Viacom. Now while you can use anything under the "fair-use" clause so long as you stick that little ™ on it. HOWEVER, that's if your not making money off it... [this is a dumbed down version of fair use, below is the actual rules of "Fair Use"] Making money off it (whether you actually make profit doesn't matter) opens you up into a WHOLE nother realm of stuff...in particular a little thing called Royalties. And as for Kansas's question....Technically what you would be wanting to do would...if the symbol was trademarked...require some sort of attribution. Again the kicker is...are you making money off it. Basically the best way to avoid this legal junk is to create an original logo (I know.....so easy.) But of course my issue with that is, that in spelling out our fourm name, we are using something that is trademarked! ::the journalist/graphic designer chimes in::

Jolan tru i Aefvadh (Hello and Welcome) to the Star Trek Simulation Forum.

::rolls out the Rihan Aefvadh mat:: Jolan tru i Aefvadh (Hello and Welcome) to the Star Trek Simulation Forum. The Rihannsu Saeihr Nneikha bids au well, I hope to see au around the Retors (Academies). Be sure to check out some of the non-lloann'na (Federation) games here at STSF like the RES Talon and IKC QoB/Lakota, I believe that STSF BluRox runs a Rihannsu Retor (Academy) on every other Monday. We won't bite...well the Kll'inghannsu might. (but that is a matting ritual for the Fvai ) Untill then, bedah new Erdeh (Cadet).

::rolls out the Rihan Aefvadh mat:: Jolan tru i Aefvadh (Hello and Welcome) to the Star Trek Simulation Forum. The Rihannsu Saeihr Nneikha bids au well, I hope to see au around the Retors (Academies). Be sure to check out some of the non-lloann'na (Federation) games here at STSF like the RES Talon and IKC QoB/Lakota, I believe that STSF BluRox runs a Rihannsu Retor (Academy) on every other Monday. We won't bite...well the Kll'inghannsu might. (but that is a matting ritual for the Fvai ) ---- And as Fredrica said, remember that whilest in the Academy system, IMO it;s more important to concentrate on the simming part than the charcter part. For two reasons, in Acadmies players are usually supposed to play as humans (it is easier for beginers to learn the ropes this way) and number two for the same reason Fred said earlier, different GM-teams have different rules on what they will allow character wise. :P Just something to thinks about ;) Anyway, bedah new Erdeh (Cadet).

Anything by Diane Duane

You can not imagine the power of the darkside, Travis. ;)

Maybe au should join us ;)

Twenty Minutes to Zero Hour It was a calm, placid day on T-Rogoran. Perched on the edge of Dominion territory, the world was once home to the T-Rogoran, but some 50 years ago, the populace had been utterly whipped out by the Founders death dealers, the Jem-Hadar. Now the world was home to a new population—the Skreea. For years they had been dominated by the t-Rogorans, but after their…extinction by the Jem’Hadar, they took over the planet. In the Capital City of t-Gora, children played in the streets while labors were beginning their long work days in the factories. All seemed in kilter, but high above in the skies of t-Rogoran, hell was preparing to unleash. ~~~ Completely undetected, the Rihan fleet led by Khevio tr’Shaelon had taken up position around the planet and began to surround it. The powerful D’Rredrix class strike cruiser wings moved into position, shrouded from view the hulking birds of death prepared to unleash their deadly payload on the unsuspecting populace. Elsewhere in the massive fleet, the 6 Norexen wings moved into position to eliminate the ‘threat’ posed by the Orbital Defense Grid, as well as the few vessels in the system that were under the control of the Skreea. The smaller D’Rrent destroyers took up flanking positions of the hulking D’Rredrix’s as well as the Norexens. Finally the Nemitirr and the D'deridex wings moved into place. They carried the most soldiers, and as such were preparing to land massive waves of ground troops. On the Oira of the Flagship, the silence was deafening. Khevio sat with his fingers steeped, a small trickle of sweat ran down his face. The waiting was almost over. “Status report?” “Fleet reports ready,” his Tactical officer reported quickly. “All Wings await your orders.” Khevio nodded. “Strike Wings 1-8, stand by to decloak on my command, they will begin this battle. Once they decloak, Attack wings 1-10 are to follow suite. Finally, Wings 10-17 will decloak. By then, this deed will be done, and we can begin to land ground troops.” “Ie,” the Tactical officer said. “Riov tr’Kehjj reports all ground units on stand by, they await your commands as well.” Khevio nodded. “Time till Zero Hour?” “15 minutes till Zero Hour.” “Send to Avalon, We are go.” ~~~ Some years later, Hajel Laterina, a Skreean survivor recalled that the next few moments of her life, made her feel as if the heavens themselves were raining down upon her. “It was if the sky itself was burning!” Indeed, in a period of 20 minutes, the Rihan Fleet pummeled the planet below with hundreds of torpedoes. Within 25 minutes, they were able to begin landing troops on the planet. Nearly 15,000 Rihan Ground troops were transported down onto the surface. From the mighty D'deridex class vessels, the Rihans launched many corvette troop transports which landed with little resistance. Within 2 hours, the planet was secure and in the hands of the Rihannsu Saehir Nneihka. Infantry soldier, Mael tr’Kha recalled to his grand-children the feeling, the rush he got as the transports touched down on the terra and the D’Era rushed out into chaos. He could still remember, he told them nearly 30 years later, the sound of hundreds of torpedoes exploding. Khevio tr’Shaelon later recounted in his memoirs that the battle had been as simple as taking candy from a baby. Not a single Rihan vessel was destroyed, and the loss of Rihan lives was minimal. For the Skreea however, all indications were bad. The major population centers had been obliterated in the early stages. Millions were dead, and thousands were left injured and homeless. The initial fighting had been almost non-existent. Unprepared for such an invasion, many of the military targets had been taken out with-in seconds of the initial attack. It wasn’t even until 35 minutes into the ground war that the Rihan Infantry encountered resistance. Khevio himself lead the force that encountered the Skreean army. A rag-tag group of survivors had managed to muster together outside the ruined capitol city, where the Rihans were preparing to march into. “The Skreean we’re beaten, they knew it. But they had lived in under the heal of brutal dictators once, and they refused to allow it again with out a fight.” Khevio wrote in his memoirs. “700 of them marched against an Army of 3,000. We we’re armed with the finest equipment in the Galae Arsenal. Our troops had trained for this mission for months. They were untrained militia, armed with knives and spears. They had managed to procure a few phasers and disruptors, but most of the high-tech weapons had been lost in the early stages of the invasion. Above the battlefield we controlled the skies, gliders dropped photonic charges on them as they advanced. Yet they continued to march towards their deaths. They did not run and hide, they did not fall on their knees and beg for mercy. Instead they marched proudly into the teeth of the D’Era. We slaughtered them unmercifully, leaving no survivors. But that, I believe is how they would rather live. I saw much hope for these people, for they, like us, would rather die before bowing to a master.” ~~~ On the bridge of the USS Stonewall, Excelsior-class, Captain Martin Tall had just walked onto the bridge carrying a cup of coffee. The Stonewall was on week 8 of a 9 week patrol route in the Gamma Quadrant. In just seven days, the crew would be headed back to the Alpha-Quadrant for so much deserved time off—that was until they received a startling communiqué. “Captain,” the tactical officer said with a stark look on his face that looked as if all the blood had been drawn out by a vampire. “Yes,” Tall said quirking a brow. “Captain, we’ve received a general distress call from t-Rogoran.” “What kind of distress call?” Tall said quickly becoming worried. Rather than regurgitating it all, the officer put it on speakers. “We…are…under…attack…” it was obvious that their communication network was failing. “Romulan Fleet…” Worried and surprised Tall subconsciously let loose of the mug in his hand which shattered on the floor. “Is…” he struggled to regain his compsure. “Is that all?” “Transmission ended at the source.” “Dear god,” Tall said. “Red Alert, relay the message to Starbase Camelot. Request orders.”

ROFL!

Darth N'Dak bows before no master. ::plays the Imperial March::

::rolls out the Rihan Aefvadh mat:: Jolan tru i Aefvadh (Hello and Welcome) to the Star Trek Simulation Forum. The Rihannsu Saeihr Nneikha bids au well, I hope to see au around the Retors (Academies). Be sure to check out some of the non-lloann'na (Federation) games here at STSF like the RES Talon and IKC QoB/Lakota, I believe that STSF BluRox runs a Rihannsu Retor (Academy) on every other Monday. We won't bite...well the Kll'inghannsu might. (but that is a matting ritual for the Fvai ) Untill then, bedah new Erdeh (Cadet).

N’Dak’s infamous death-stare transfixed upon Captain Simeon Davies as he waited for what seemed an eternity for the response from the Lloann’na First Officer, Col. Harper to respond. Attacking the Agincourt had been a risky move, but it was a calculated risk. One that N’Dak had been willing to take. Techincally, the young ensign who had mouthed off to N’Dak at the beginning of the encounter had been correct—he had violated a number of non-aggression treaties and regulations—but it was na as if the Agincourt’s mission was exactly kosher. Had anyone on the Agincourt’s Oira paid attention to N’Dak’s countenance they would have noticed a slight smirk on his face, buried beneath the rock-hard exterior. He did not like this, lovey-doveyness that had been created out of the Treaty, and it had never set well with him. To everyone on the Agincourt, he was now a bad guy. Destorie relished in this role. And over the years, he had accepted it willingly. He prospered when others around him hated him. He did not care if they hated him, so long as they feared him. And the sound of the voices, the looks from the Bridge officers was one of fear. He couldn’t help but enjoy himself. In the recesses of his mind, Destorie had been thinking moves ahead. So far he managed to anticipate the situation correctly, manipulating it to fit his needs. The Lloann’na had reacted as he anticipated—forced courtesy. Davies was unsure of himself, N’Dak could see it in the man’s eyes as he stared him down. Unsure if he were fit for command, if he could make the big decisions that were required of any captain. It was a weakness, and Destorie knew he could exploit it.

Lt.(SG) Koshic L. N’Dak, PH.D Chief of Security | USS Arcadia Stardate 0505.10 The Tox Utat and the legend surrounding it had never been one of Koshic’s areas of interest. Odd, considering his…propensity for being involved with objects of immense power…but none the less he was only aware of the legend because he had to be to teach at the Academy. Yet in a matter of moments what had been a beutifull day in which Lo’Ami, Coreth and himself were planning to spend quietly searching about the ruins of an ancient city, he had been launched rather violently into the quest for the Vorgon’s grail. He wondered if the Vorgons had ever read much about the Holy Grail—the literal or figurative cup of the humans Messiah. For hundreds of years various groups searched tirelessly for it, and the end came up with nothing—depending on your interpretation. Koshic sighed to himself as he lead the rest of the team down the narrow first flight of steps. His knowledge of these ruins would be key in finding the Tox Utat—if that really was such a good idea. The Vorgons, as far as Koshic was considered, were little more than petty thieves with cool toys. Their obsession with this grail was beyond healthy, and they didn’t seem to care who was hurt in the process. Risa was in shambles, the Arcadia destroyed, and Moose’s psyche as damaged as his eyes. The Vorgon’s had gone to far, and eventually Koshic vowed to himself, they would pay for their crimes. But first, however, Koshic had to focus on the task at hand. His skills as an archeologist were about to be tested beyond anything that he had ever attempted to accomplish. Somewhere, deep in the caves below the surface was a Grail waiting to be found, and Koshic intended to find it.

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