MisterSmith

Honestly Kestra, even though it's not completely necessary, I don't think many GM's would have a problem if you "interviewed" them. I'm sure some would be happy to do it. If it's a big sucess, and alot of people read it and like it, then maybe someone will give it it's own section of the boards. How does that sound? Smithy

I think what Kestra's leaning more towards is a Fast-facts page on each sim. Maybe a section of the GM's section of the board or something. Just basic info. A little bit of history. GM names. Senior Officers?. Rank divisions. Maybe even a chance to do testimonials? Brian

My graduation was late January of '03. It must have been a wednesday academy. Dac and Atragon were the GM's. Jami was the SGV for the night. I was CSEC and accidentally let her die. And I still graduated. I wanted to join Reaent, so I remember pestering Fred to let me join the next day, but it didn't happen. So I joined Reaent on February 2, 2003, which means that our sim in 3 weeks will be exactly my three year anniversary. Since joining Reaent, I've been promoted all the way to First Lieutenant, and have gone from being an Assitant Medical Officer to replacing Kroells at Chief of Science. STSF has been great and if I ever have to leave one day...It will be SUPER hard.

Does this make you A10 now? Happy Birthday

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Squeaky

A few hours a week? PSH! Here at STSF, a graduation requirement is that you give your life away to us. ALL of us. Smitty :P

He was the mind behind Star Trek's greatest. Star Trek: The Next Generation: Executive Producer (1989-1994) Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Executive Producer (1992-1995) Star Trek: Voyager: Co-creator, Executive Producer (1995-1996) Star Trek: Insurrection: (1998) Writer, Co-Producer He will surely be missed.

Hey, Does anyone know of a way to turn a Streaming Audio Clip such as a *.ram file into an Mp3?

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=/\= NFA Personnel File: Smythe, Bryan =/\= Biographical Information -- Full Name: Bryan Davyd Smythe Gender: Male Race: Human Marital Status: Single Age: 31 Height: 6'4" Weight: 89kg Hair: Blonde Eyes: Green Place of Birth: Houston, Texas, United States, Earth Father: Andrew Smythe Mother: Sarah Smythe Siblings: Brother: Gregory Smythe Bryan was born on Earth, and always dreamed of being a fighter pilot. As a kid, he would always be found near the flight simulators. Upon graduation from High School, Bryan entered the Starfighter Academy. Upon graduation, Bryan was assigned to the 35th Fighter Squadron on the N.F.S. Yorktown. In a freak accident, Bryan's fighter exploded before his escape pod could completely clear the pod. Both of his legs were shattered. He was transfered to the Fighter Operations division, and has since had both of his legs amputated. These new legs have enabled Bryan to continue to do many things, but he has still not coquered his fear of getting back behind the controls of a fighter Service Information -- Rank: Colonel Position: Chief of Starfighter Operations Assignment: NFS Reaent, NCC 3345-C Service Record -- 50301.20 Entered Military Academy 50301.29 Promoted to rank of Second Lieutenant 50302.02 Assigned as Starfighter Pilot to N.F.S. Yorktown, NCC-2811-A 50306.12 Promoted to rank of First Lieutenant 50310.10 Reassigned as Assistant Chief of Fighter Operations 50401.22 Promoted to rank of Captain 50407.05 Promoted to Chief of Fighter Operations 50411.11 Promoted to rank of Major 50503.23 Promoted to rank of Lieutenant Colonel 50506.21 Transfered to N.F.S. Reaent, NCC-3345-C as Chief of Flight Operations 50507.01 Promoted to rank of Colonel =/\= End File =/\=

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I'm sad you didn't invite me!

"Attention all hands, this is Commander Ridire. I am hereby ordering a evacuation of the ship immediately. Report to the escape pods and to the emergency transporters immediately. This is not a drill." Brian knew something had gone wrong. He had worked a double bridge shift this morning, so that he could have time off tonight. Unfortunately that wasn't going to be an option. He grabbed a tricorder with many science records, packed his most personal belongings and headed out the door. His first impulse was to head towards sickbay. He knew that they would need all the help they could get getting those who were injured and supplies out of the room and into escape pods. He ran down there and was able to help alot with getttng supplies into a pod. He then jumped in right as it was going to take off. To his suprise, an old friend was in the pod with him... Debbie leaned back in the escape pod and closed her eyes, her satchel clutched tightly to her chest. This was the second time the crew had been ordered to abandon ship since she joined the Reaent. The first incident turned into nothing more than a big inconvenience. Debbie doubted they would be so fortunate this time around. Tears spilled down her soot streaked cheeks. She forced her eyes open and blinked furiously. Crying was the last thing she needed to do at a time like this. Taking a few deep breaths, she concentrated on the sounds coming from the cockpit. From where she sat, Debbie couldn't see who was piloting the pod. But from what she could hear, they had been ordered to land at a specific point on a nearby planet. "At least there is a place to land," she thought to herself. As to what the planet was like, she'd find out soon enough. Another thought pushed its way into her consciousness. She'd been avoiding this particular question for a while now but she there was no point hiding from it any longer. How many survived? Debbie tried to remember the maximum capacity of an escape pod and how many of the little craft Reaent carried. She knew there were enough to accommodate every member of the crew and then some. She also knew not everyone survived to hear the order to abandon ship. There must have been excessive damage. Why else would they be ordered to the escape pods. That meant casualties, probably a lot of them. Did a few dozen perish? Or was it more? If so, how many more? What about her staff? Did they all make it out? If not, who was missing? What about injuries? Would they have enough medical supplies to handle this crisis? Debbie shook her head and forced the disturbing questions back into the recesses of her mind. "Cross those bridges when you come to them," she silently reminded herself. At the same time, she couldn't help glancing around the tightly packed escape pod and counting heads. "If all of the pods were as full as this one," she thought, "then most of the crew made it off the ship." But that remained to be seen. She had just counted the fifteenth person on the pod when she recognized a familiar face. Brian Smith was sitting across from her near the cockpit. The seat next to him was empty. He smiled and motioned for her to join him. It was an invitation she gladly accepted.

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C'mon Travis...We know you'll do fine as Chief Janitorial Officer

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I'm sure you could play anything. It wouldn't hurt to try it!

Hey Folks... Are you a Vulcan who would love to show emotion? Are you a Klingon who needs some rest and relaxation from your battles? Are you a Cardassian looking for a job? Well then, the Reaent's alternate timeline sim is just right for you! I hear there are lots of roster spots still open...Don't be shy...This is your chance to play your character like never before. So remember...Thursdays...10 ET...You won't know what you're missing unless you come watch! 1Lt Smith

When will we find out what the roster looks like?

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