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#123608 Presidential Address and Site News Update - 21712

Posted by Joshua Barnett on Star Date 21712.06 @ 21:54 (09:54 PM)

Hello Fed-Space Membership.

 

I’d like to take a few minutes of time to address some points that have been coming up in discussion between some members of the leadership team, as well as make some announcements about upcoming events and news about the site.

 

The site membership hovers at around 75-80 players as I write this.  Our recruitment and attrition roughly equal, so we have stayed at around 80 members for the past 2-3 years.  This is a sustainable level, and while I’d be very happy to see our membership grow, I’ve always said I’d prefer a core of strong, committed players vs a large mass of players who don’t believe in the core values of our game.

 

Sadly, that is partly what has inspired this message.

 

Federation Space is a place for writers and roleplayers to come together to collaboratively tell stories set in the Star Trek universe. But over the past few years we have noticed a trend in both new and veteran players who don’t put in the effort to write good stories, who don’t interact with their peers, and who can’t be bothered to maintain and promote the spirit of Federation Space.   This is obvious in a number of ways:

 

●     Slow Posting Rates/Whining about having to post:  Federation Space is a hobby.  It should not be viewed as a ‘chore’ where you ‘have to post’.  It should be something you look forward to participating in.  I get very tired of hearing (and I will admit I am a victim of saying it sometimes), “I guess I need to post” or “I really need to post, but…”.  What we should be saying is, “I really want to post today.” 

○     We make time for the things we want to do. If you are coming up with excuses why you aren’t posting, or whining about posting, then maybe you should be asking… do I really want to be here? If the answer is yes, then you need to look at adjusting your attitude a little.

○     “Yes, but I also have 8 NPCs, GM, and AI roles.” If you can’t keep up with all your roles, then maybe you need to have an honest look at your capacity. Some people can post for a Main PC, an alt-PC, a GM, AI, and multiple NPCs. Some people can only manage one PC. And both are just fine. There isn't one "right way" to play FedSpace. But just be honest with yourself with what you can and can't do.

○     “I’m too stressed because fill in reason” to post. “I’m too busy to post”. We’re all busy, we’re all stressed. As a hobby, Fed-Space should relieve that stress.  This is not to say I don’t understand the need to slow your posting rate, take an LOA, step back from NPCs, etc. if you have a life event that interferes.  But that should be the exception, not the norm.

●     Lazy posting: It’s blindingly obvious when you don’t use spell check. It’s obvious when you haven’t read other players’ or the GM’s posts. We all miss cues now and again but it shouldn’t be more than 10-15% of the time at most, and ideally much less.  You should always read all posts in the thread you are in and any threads affiliated with your plot--I always re-read everything since I last posted in a thread when I am about to post a reply. This is a collaborative game; you’re missing the point if you ignore other players’ posts. Not only that, but it’s disrespectful. How would you feel if other players ignored your posts? And you should always, when in-mission, read the Bridge.  If you really want to get the most out of the site, go outside your comfort zone and read posts on other ships/bases/etc.  You are missing out if you only read one or two places. 

●     The tagalongs. All members of Fedspace are here to collaboratively tell a story. This involves 1- writing your character’s reactions and interpretation of what other character’s have said/done and what the GM has given, and 2- moving the story along. But we’ve seen a rise in players who don’t do step 2. They’ll post their character’s reaction, and then do nothing that makes the story move forward. Sometimes your character might not know what to do, or might not have the skill; but that doesn’t mean they can’t move the story forward. Sometimes their inactivity is what moves the story forward (maybe they don’t notice a warning light, or their hesitation gets them shot). But you need to do something that makes the story move forward. Otherwise the GM could just tell the story themselves.

●     Out of Game Problem Solving: I’ve noticed an increase in players using OOC to problem solve, instead of having their character doing it. This is a roleplaying game; your character should be the one taking steps to solve a puzzle. OOC should only be used to clarify a point, if you have a concern, etc. There’s no reason for a player to be contacting a GM directly. Nor should you be asking a GM questions in Crew Announcements/Discussion. If you have a mission-related question, go up the chain of command. Some players seem to be doing this so that their character won’t make mistakes. This takes away from the storytelling aspect of our game. Even if we are the ‘heroes’ of Star Fleet, we should be making mistakes, and our characters should have to go through the motions of figuring things out.  It’s called story and character development.

●     Metagaming/supersimming: Characters who magically know the answer. Characters that are perfect at everything they do. Characters that suddenly have skills and abilities not listed in their bio. Characters who have an ability/device/idea that so overshadows everything else that they can’t possibly have made a mistake or been wrong. Characters who solve an entire plot in one post without anyone else participating.  If this is how you want to play, then why are you even here?  Go write your own private stories on your own blog or something.  This is a site for people to interact, to write  together, to collaboratively solve the fictional problems that a GM presents. Even Captain Picard relied on his senior staff to solve problems, he did not do it all himself. We have very carefully tailored the technologies and abilities on this site to ensure balance so that players/characters can be challenged, but also have a reasonable chance of success if they work together and do things as a team.  If you want to metagame/supersim, then I’m going to be very direct here:  Leave and go find another site to write on.  Fed-Space is not the place for you.

●     Entitlement:  The admins often hear “Why am I not a CO? I was next in line?!” or “Why can’t I be promoted to that rank?” Often these are the same players who are lazy with their posts, who metagame, who don’t do anything to contribute extra to the site, who don’t participate in the community outside their own ship. These people often feel entitled to be a CO or have a more senior rank.

○     Here is what every player and character is entitled to on Fed-Space: They are entitled to a friendly community where they can explore the lives of fictional Star Fleet characters in a future version of the STAR TREK universe. 

○     Nobody is entitled to anything more, or less, than that. 

○     When you try to take more, you take it away from others. 

○     When you fail to be a community-minded member who provides good, regular posts, you take the fun out of the game for others. 

○     Your character it not entitled a certain rank or position, they aren’t entitled to have certain abilities or to have certain tactics that automatically work. 

○     They earn rank and position through:

■     your time on the site

■     your active, productive participation through posting

■     3- your demonstrated contributions to the site.

○     If you think you deserve more, then demonstrate it.  Show us that you do and it will be recognized. 

■     If you feel like the opportunity to contribute more isn't available to you, then you should bring this up with your Primary PC’s DH, FO, CO, FC, or the CinC or another site admin.

■     Remember, you have to show that you have the skill, dedication, and commitment to the site to be considered for these positions.

 

I think we can all work together to do better ourselves and to mentor those around us who might need some extra support.  At the end of the day, this community is what keeps us going, and we have a strong community of fun and caring people.  We all just have to want to be here.

 

That’s the end of my ranting in this post… now on to some site news:

●     We are also working on switching the main message board software to the latest version, and also making updates to the WordPress front-end sometime in the coming year, hopefully early in the year.

●     We are still working on the new Constitution.  As we delved into the rewrite/reorg of the document, we realized that it was a good opportunity to revise a document which no longer reflected the way Federation Space operates.

●     We have a new Fleet Personnel Officer (FPO).  Commodore Wendy Rickenbacker will now be handling all non-cadet account creations, and will be checking rosters to ensure COs and FCs are doing their jobs by ensuring these documents are updated in a timely manner.  She answers to the CinC, and will report to her any discrepancies.

●     The site is stable financially for now.  We have about 3-½ months of funds in the bank to keep us afloat.  There are still over 30 pins available for those who donate $5+.  See the site financial reports thread in Red Alert for more info.

●     The site’s telepathic guidelines were recently updated to address some concerns.  Anyone playing a telepath should read them.

●     ALL equipment or ship specs changes need to be reviewed by the site’s ENGCOM, Commodore Julia Nielson.  You should email her if you have a request.  She will discuss with the site creative staff and then get back to you.  If a change is found that was not authorized by her, then appropriate disciplinary action may be taken at the discretion of the site leadership.

●     ALL new BIOs (character changes, NPCs etc) must be reviewed and approved by the academy.  Send them to Commodore Taylor and she will send to a BIO evaluator to review and approve.

●     We will also be reviewing the guidelines on multi-species (hybrid) characters.  It feels like there is a very high amount of them, and some which it would be impossible for any genetic compatibility, even with DNA manipulation.  Nearly ANY pairing of different species would require SOME manipulation, and it seems like we’ve gotten out of control with this on the site.

●     Character Death and Character Consequences are being reviewed.  Apparently people think that their characters “cannot die” without their permission ever, under any circumstances.  This is not true.  In fact, the GMs have a mechanism, when a character does something that is so implausible it must result in permanent damage, death, or career-ending results, it can in fact happen.  In those cases, the GM discusses the matter with the Creative Director and the site admins, and we make a decision.  So don’t go shooting an ambassador, or jumping into an exploding warp core unless you are willing to accept the consequences.

●     Some site terminology tweaks are occurring. Following is a lexicon of some changes and standards we use on Fed-Space

○     Fed-Space/FedSpace/Fed Space/Federation Space are all acceptable terms for the site.  The legal entity that owns the site is “Fed-Space Association LLC”.

○     Star Fleet is the site’s official term for what Trek canon calls Starfleet.  This was done for multiple reasons, but mostly to help mitigate any ‘copyright’ concerns that may arise.

○     Star Date is what we officially use for stardate.  Again, for the same reasons as we use Star Fleet.

○     We don’t use NCC- for the same reasons, and also because our site founder wanted our ship designations to reflect the ship class.

○     First Officer vs Executive Officer:  Which is right?  The answer, is BOTH.  On Fed-Space we accept either as valid.  For all official documents we use First Officer, or (FO), but in-game Executive Officer or XO is acceptable as well.

 

Character type designations are also changing effective Star Date 21801.01 to better reflect how we use them on the site:

 

●     Primary Rated Character (PRC) is replacing “PC” or “Player Character” as the site’s designation for your primary character.  The CO of your PRC is the one who must approve you having an SRC, NRC (see below), GM, or AI, or any other site role.  They have the authority to revoke those roles after granting them if you are not performing as your PRC.

●     Secondary Rated Character (SRC) is replacing “ALT” or “Alternate Character” as the site’s designation for your second rated character.

●     Non-Rated Character (NRC) is replacing “NPC” or “Non-Player Character” as the site’s designation for any character you have which you do not earn points for.  This was done because in virtually every other role playing system an NPC can only be played by the GM or moderator.  Because NRCs are played by PLAYERS, we wanted to switch to the rated/non-rated to make things clearer, especially for newer players.

●     “Rated” characters are characters that earn points.  All of your additional points (other than positional or medals awarded to your SRC directly) including AI/GM/Division Head, etc. points are always awarded to your PRC.   Your PRC is the only one that can be in a command (FO/CO) position.  Your PRC is usually of higher rank/position.

 

This will all be spelled out in the new Constitution in more detail, but I wanted you all to be aware as the designations begin to change across the site (you’ll notice the Academy has slowly started switching to the new terminology).

 

And don’t forget, new BIOs for all PRC/NRC/SRC characters must be approved by the Academy, and all new accounts other than Cadet accounts are approved by the FPO following submission of the new character form as found in Red Alert.  This process may take several days as the Commodore will verify the information with your CO(s) as appropriate.

 

As always, if anyone has any questions, concerns, etc. you can email me at President@Fed-Space.com.

 

Thank you, and ahead Warp 9.

-Perry Brulotte, President, Fed-Space Association, LLC

-Joshua Barnett, President, United Federation of Planets




#159030 Earth - Specify location in post

Posted by Adm Daniel Wueste on Star Date 22005.19 @ 18:47 (06:47 PM)

==Personal Residence, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania==

 

The corridor felt endless and familiar.  The lights pulsed red.  He was running, but he was not sure from what.

 

He heard a voice call to him.  He ran faster.

 

A door ahead in the darkness.

 

He read its signage.  

 

[01-Bridge]

 

The voice called out again.  No, it was a whisper, the voice whispered his name.  Why?

 

He reached the door.  It did not open.

 

Instinctively he reached for the wall control.

 

​His arm was covered in some sort of metal.  A tube ran from near his wrist to by his shoulder.

 

The door opened.  She was there.  His wife.  The borg queen who had been his wife.

 

"...Dan..."

 

The Admiral's eyes opened, the room was dark, his heart raced.

 

"Bridge, this is..." 

 

He stopped, his eyes focused, he remembered where he was.

 

Home.  Earth.

 

"Computer, lights."

 

Dan's master bedroom illuminated.

 

He checked the time.

 

[0430 EDT]

 

Just a dream, only a dream.

 

It had, after all, only been a dream.  An old dream, a nightmare from long ago.  He'd had it most nights now since the recent Borg attack.  Since he'd read the after action report.

 

The Admiral had asked Star Fleet to let him lead the 1st Fleet's response.  He would have planted the flag on Pulsar.  He had been ready to lead his old ship and fleet into battle.  Against the Borg he would have done whatever was necessary, if it had meant helping to assure victory.

 

Command had declined his offer.  They had been kind about the rejection.  They had not questioned his ability or his desire to see the job done.  No, they had been all too understanding.  Command had instead sent Thrawn.  Now Matt was in a hospital, too many others were dead, and here Dan sat, safely home.

 

Matt Thrawn was the best of Star Fleet.  Dan was under no illusion that he could have done any better.  Still, he wished it had been him.  

 

I'd gladly have Matt safe and sound and me be the one recovering in a hospital bed.

 

It was vanity, ego that drove those thoughts.  Dan knew it.  He wanted so badly to do right and show the people of the Federation that they could trust him again.

 

The humor of the situation was that the people of the Federation, those who even remembered him, seemed to have already forgiven him.  There seemed to be no wide-spread malice.  Not from the average citizen on the street, not even from his fellow Star Fleet officer.  On the whole, it seemed, people understood.  If anything, they seemed to pity him.  Most seemed to recognize that the neural parasites had been the true enemy, that those actions had not been his own, but those of the being that had taken over his body.

 

None of that changed how he felt.  Not even after so much time.  No amount of forgiveness could ever erase the guilt he felt, the sense of profound failure.  

 

He stared at the ceiling, reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the PADD he'd left there.

 

Then he did what he had done 2-3 times a night, every night, since he'd received the report.  He read about the battle against the Borg and, as it always did, his attention settled to the ships lost.

 

Enterprise, Beckett, Intrepid, Drake, Pegasus, Yeager, Cicero, T'Plana-Hath, Ian Fleming, Jacques Derrida, Surak, Ozaki, Philadelphia...

 

It was a blessing that somehow his former commands, Pulsar and Dauntless, had survived.  

 

The destruction of the Beckett had meant a tabling of the entire production line.  He remembered her launch day.  It had been a day of great hope for the future.  Still, Jon Beckett having a ship named in his honor had made sense.  The end of the Beckett-class, sad as it might be, did have the fringe benefit of preventing the launch of the next in line USS Wueste.  It was the closest to a silver lining he could find.  Having a ship named after you was the sort of honor that should happen only to the greatest of leaders and even then only after they had retired, or maybe even a century after their death.  It was a lifetime achievement award or perhaps best meant as a way to memorialize those long gone.  

 

​I warranted none of that.

 

Placing the PADD back on the nightstand, he rolled over, tried to get comfortable.

 

He needed to be up in only a few hours.  He had work to do. Reports to be filed.  Paper work was still work.  Dan's signature on official documents still carried some weight and Command still had use for the statistical analysis and data review he could provide them.  

 

He closed his eyes, tried to will himself back to sleep.

 

The early morning hours were quiet, still.  A loneliness gripped him.  


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#142514 PI/D64 - Docking Ports and Customs Offices

Posted by Capt Gabriel Archer on Star Date 21902.05 @ 03:01 (03:01 AM)

Captain Archer felt his heart aching as he stepped off the Intrepid and into the docking port of Pioneer. It was strange how life went full circle. Many years back he had stepped off Space Station Sierra Eighteen to Command the Intrepid, now he is moving off the Intrepid into a Sierra classed Outpost which, according to RAdm. Jal he is likely to take command of. 

 

At least this time my last command is not being blown up by the Krynar....

 

To his surprise, he saw the Intrepid's crew lining up the corridor ahead. Someone blew a whistle and the crew stood at attention as he approached.

 

What... is the meaning of this...

 

"This is for you, Captain." Kaiser explained.

 

Gabe was speechless... he walked over and started shaking hands and saying a few words to every single member of his crew. He got to know them well over the years, and now was his chance to say thank you. Fortunately, he learned that a good number of them will be assigned to Pioneer station. However, the majority of his senior staff will be needed on one of the newer exploration ships where their expieriance in ship operations will be most needed.

 

"Thank ye, Cap," Erdos smiled. "Ti'was an honour, servin' under ye. I'll go wherever I have tae 'n' serve whoever I'm assigned tae from now on loyally, givin' them my heart 'n' soul, but nobody cannae ever take yer place."

 

"Thank you Doc, you will do great things in Star Fleet I am sure. I am proud in what you have accomplished during your short stay aboard the Intrepid." Replied the Captain, "Keep up the good work and pass by my office any time you stop at Pioneer. Drinks are on your old Captain!"

 

A few officers later it was Price,

 

“I… I’m so grateful for my time here.  The last four years aboard the Intrepid have been unforgettable. I’m honored to have served such a fantastic commanding officer on an amazing vessel. Thank you, Sir... And good luck." She said.

 

"Thank you Michelle. Make sure you come visit the next time you stop by here, alright?" Gabe said.

 

Soon after that, Archer found himself shaking hands with MacClare.

 

 "It has been honor serving under you, Sir. The best of luck to you in your next assignment." She said.

 

"Likewise," Gabe said, "All the best to you Ensign."

 

It was then that someone pointed out to the window, and Archer turned to see his ship, formal ship, the USS Intrepid, powering up and starting to move away from Pioneer Outpost. There was a moment of panic in his heart, he needed to get back on the ship right now, but his head stepped in and put that thought to rest, The Intrepid was no longer his. Some Admiral behind a desk somewhere had made sure of it. Yet this was not the end for him, his story was not over yet,

 

There was a collective groan as The Last Avenger jumped into warp and disappeared from view. Taking with it a part of Gabriel's very soul.

 

Farewell Intrepid. we will never forget...

 

Archer turned around and address the gathered crew.

 

"Thank you all for doing this. I means the world to me that you are here and that you participated." He started. "Your new assignments will be coming in shortly, Chances are I will be taking command of this outpost, and many of you will be assigned here with me. Some of you will not. To those I say, farewell and it's been an honor, To all of you I say, remember your time aboard the USS Intrepid, and use what you learned to continue to serve the Federation with the same level of excellence expected of us. I am sure you will make me proud wherever the wind of change takes you. Safe journeys and until we meet again,"

 

Gabe turned to Rage and Kaiser.

 

"Kaiser and I will be heading to meet Commodore Tregelen. Did you learn of your new assignment yet? Arcber asked Rage.

 

  

 

 

 


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#142184 PI/D64 - Docking Ports and Customs Offices

Posted by Cdr Dietrich Kaiser on Star Date 21902.01 @ 03:10 (03:10 AM)

==Farewell Intrepid Thread==

 

Captain Archer, Commander Kaiser, and Commander Rage stepped off the turbolift and headed for the docking port.  These were their final steps on the USS Intrepid and each of them had said their goodbyes.  Rage and Kaiser, however, knew something the Captain didn't.

 

When they approached the airlock, the stood in front and the circular doors parted revealing the gangplank to Pioneer Outpost lined with the crew of the Intrepid.  The Captain didn't know this would be there.

 

Kaiser turned to his Captain and extended his hand.  "This is for you, Captain."

 

After shaking his hand, Kaiser and Rage made their way through the lined crew to the end to be the last to see their Captain off.

 

Kaiser took special note when his foot set foot off of Intrepid and onto Pioneer.  At the end of the line, he turned back to see the mostly windowed corridor show the massive Intrepid and his heart ached a little.  A smile returned to his face as he saw the crew shaking hands with their Captain.

 

==All Intrepid Crew are invited to partake in the line==


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#157822 Fringes of Federation Space, Alpha Quadrant

Posted by Lt Benjamin Elias on Star Date 22004.22 @ 20:52 (08:52 PM)

==Timsford, Allanis - Colony world near Ferengi Space==

 

Benjamin stood outside the gate, staring at the clean, well manicured house and lawn, and for the umpteenth time wondered what the hell he was doing here. Just leave, get out of here, he heard himself think, she’ll never know you were here, she’ll never care. She didn’t want you here in the first place.

 

Shut up, he fired back, and went through the gate and up the stone path to the front door, and before he could start the debate again he knocked on Iris’ door.

 

The house is beautiful, he thought to distract himself. The kind of face he never could have justified while they had been married, simply because he couldn’t leave the maintenance of it all to her, combined with her running the store in town. He hadn’t been home enough to be able to really help. Especially in the last few years, she had taken him touring homes like this when he was home on leave, and she’d always been so disappointed when he’d said they couldn’t.

 

It had broken his heart, or so he’d thought at the time. The actual heart-breaking had come later.

 

He snapped out of his reverie when he heard the door opening behind him. He turned and tried to plaster a smile on his face, though he knew his eye was trying to twitch. His mouth opened, but his voice died in his throat as he saw not Iris, but a man holding a boy on his hip. The man looked him up and down - though he never had to bring his chin that far up, being at least a head taller than Benjamin - before opening his mouth. “I thought we were done with you guys,” he said. “We’ve been over everything at least a dozen times, with a dozen different…”

 

He trailed off as Benjamin just kind of stood there, staring at the kid. He couldn’t have been more than two, and he had Iris’ hazel eyes as he hugged close to what had to be his father. “You’re not with security, are you?” the man said, noticing finally that his uniform was the deeper mustard rather than security yellow. Benjamin was scanned again, and something must have clicked into place. “You must be Benjamin, aren’t you?”  All he could do was nod, wondering what would happen next.

 

He wasn’t prepared for the wide smile and the hand clapping his shoulder. “Thank you,” he said. “From what we were told, if it weren’t for you they may never have found my wife.” A tear formed on the man’s cheek, and the boy tried to get even deeper into the man’s shoulder. “The local police weren’t having any luck, and Federation security was similarly having problems, when they got the call from Star Fleet, with the only lead.” He shook his head and stepped back inside. “Come on in.”

 

“Uhh…” was his only reply for a moment. “I mean, are you sure?” he finally asked, feet firmly rooted to the doorstep. “I mean, you know--”

 

“Yes,” he said. “I know your history,” he said. “I know what’s happened. But we still owe you a debt. Come in, please.” He put a hand to his chest, and then on the kid’s head. “I’m Jacob, and this little guy is Harry.” Harry tried to get his dad’s hand off his head, failing miserably. “I was just about to put him down for a nap, and I don’t think that’s changed.” As Benjamin followed them inside, he pointed him towards a living room, with a pair of couches and a viewscreen, defended by a minefield of toys and blocks. “I’m sorry for the mess, but if you don’t mind waiting in there for a few minutes, I’ll be right back.” Benjamin just nodded, and the two men went deeper into the house.

 

Benjamin, for his part, planted himself on the edge of a couch and tried not to disturb anything. He was just trying to control his breathing for a moment, intensely uncomfortable and trying to fight off his instinct to just run out of there. How could he want me here, he thought. He didn’t understand it, and wondered if maybe they hadn’t been told that it was all his fault that she was kidnapped in the first place. That was the only explanation that made sense.

 

He had about decided to say so when he heard footsteps coming back into the room. He stood and turned, and was surprised again when not only did Jacob walk in, but so did Iris. All thought and word left him, and Benjamin felt his face go slack. He had come here to talk to her, and yet, now that the time had come and she was here… he had no idea what to say. What could he say?

 

It was obvious that the couple had noticed - he hadn’t exactly been able to hide anything - and Iris looked at Jacob, waving him back down the hallway again. He smiled politely and left the room, heading back the way he’d come without a word. Iris smiled at him, and Benjamin sank back to the couch, memories playing back in his head as she picked her way over to the couch.

 

For a minute, he could see her there in the shop window, when he’d first met her. He could see her on their wedding day, a vision in white as she walked down the flower-lined aisle. She was-

 

He snapped back to the present, as he noticed her limping, a cane in one hand helping to take her weight as she picked her way across the room. Her leg was in a brace, as was her arm, and while the bruises had faded he could still see where her cheekbones had been shattered, and it was too much. His head fell, and the tears did likewise. He barely noticed her sitting beside him, only jumping when he felt her hand on his knee.

 

“It’s okay,” she said, and he realized she’d been saying it multiple times as he finally recovered. He finally realized he’d been just saying he was sorry over and over again, and his mouth was dry as a result.

 

“No,” he said, “no it's not. It's all my fault. It’s all my fault…” Her hand reached out and grabbed his, squeezing it in a familiar grip, and he turned to look at her. “If it weren’t for me, you never would’ve been a target of those bastards, you wouldn’t have--”

 

“I know,” she cut him off. “That bastard liked to talk, and he spoke at length about what you were like… while you worked for him.” He could tell it wasn’t easy for her to talk about it, and there were tears on her cheeks, as well. He put his free hand on top of hers, squeezing it a little with the hand she was holding. “About how despondent you were, how you talked about me when… whenever you were sober. Or were approaching sober.”

 

Benjamin hung his head in shame. He wasn’t proud of those years, much less of the fact that it had been years of working for that man. He was glad that he was free, that he’d found a way out and had friends who cared now.

 

“So you see,” she said, tears flowing a little more now, “if you’re to blame, then so am I. If I hadn’t done what I did, then you never would have wound up there in the first place.” She wiped at her face with her free hand, looking out the window as they sat there. “I never apologized for that,” she said. “My… my therapist told me to for years, but it took this to get me to, isn’t that funny?” She chuckled, but that just brought more tears.

 

Benjamin reached up to wipe them away, but stopped before his hand got there. Instead he reached behind him and grabbed at the box of tissue there - something he should’ve done earlier, and brought it over. They each grabbed one, and she continued. “About… about six months after I…” she caught on the words for a moment before just finishing, “after. Selena, the security chief for your ship? She came to visit me. She told me that it was all her fault, that she’d been spreading rumors to try and split us up, that she’d wanted you, but knew you wouldn’t leave me.” She sighed, looking back at him. “And I bought it, hook line and sinker.”

 

“Why?” Benjamin asked, finally finding his voice again. “What had I done to make you think I’d cheat on you?”

 

She smiled at him again, sadly. “Nothing,” she said. “You hadn’t done a thing, other than have a job that took you away from me more than I wanted. I was selfish, and the lies fed into that, and before I knew it… you were gone.” She dabbed at her eye again before continuing. “And if that’s all it took… maybe we weren’t meant to be anyway.”

 

Benjamin felt his chin drop, eyes going down to his feet. He’d thought it before, as well, but to hear it aloud… somehow it felt more real. He took a deep breath and made himself agree. “Maybe you’re right,” he said. He took back his hand, and felt at his ring that he still wore. “I still love you, you know,” he told her, still not able to look her in the eye.

 

“I know,” she said, putting her hand back on his. “And I love you, but that’s a chapter that’s been over for a long time.” There was some noise from the back of the house - maybe Harry wasn’t liking his nap - and they both looked back that way for a moment before Iris kept on. “Jacob’s a great guy, works in construction here in town. He was there, and has always been there. You…” She smiled at him again, moving a hand up to his cheek, tracing the scar tissue there. “You’ve always had your head in the stars, Ben. You’re not going to settle down until you have no choice.” He laughed, setting his hand on hers against his face, as she looked down at his ring. “You mean to tell me that, all these years, there hasn’t been anyone else?”

 

He chuckled and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Though fate’s been trying pretty hard recently.” She laughed, and for a moment it was a decade ago again, and the first time they had talked. He remembered sitting with her, talking late into the night. Her laugh had been infectious then, and it still threatened to pull him into it, but she stopped before he could.

 

“Maybe you should listen, Ben.” She waved at the room, and he looked around. “Maybe you don’t want to settle down, but there are advantages. Don’t… don’t let me weigh you down. I’m sorry for what I did, but I think it’s taken me where I need to go. Maybe both of us.”

 

He looked around and thought about it. She was right: he would never have been able to give her any of this. A family, a home? How could he have done that when he worked on a starship? It was always going to be a problem, and though he’d thought love could conquer all… how stupid he’d been. How young.

 

He nodded. “I’m still sorry for everything that happened,” he said. “But maybe you’re right. I know I’m happier in the Fleet than I ever was on Aces Wild” - he pointedly left out working for Harkens - “and maybe… maybe I couldn’t have given you what you really needed. I’m glad you found it.” He smiled at her, and she squeezed his hand.

 

He stood up and nodded. “I… I should go,” he said, and started to pick his way across the room. Iris didn’t get up, and simply nodded. “I’m glad you’re happy,” he said as he got to the door. “And I’m glad you’re okay.”

 

“Thanks for checking on me,” she said back, “but Jacob and I will be okay. I just wish…” she trailed off, but shook her head. “We’ll be okay. Just do me a favor? Take care of yourself, and your family.”
 

He nodded, and left the happy home, down the path and out the gate. As he walked down the street, looking out over the canal across the way, he came to a decision. He quickly crossed the street and stopped, looking down at the still water.

 

He thought back to while he and Iris had been dating; they had gone down to the city park, walking beside this same canal - further downstream, but the same water - and talked for hours, watching as the sun set the autumn colors ablaze in the trees. He remembered coming back months later, at the start of spring, and dropping to one knee to propose to her, the joy they’d both felt when she said yes.

 

He looked at the ring as it sat in the palm of his hand. But that’s all in the past now, he thought. And it was time to move on.

 

He turned his hand, and watched the ring sink into the water before turning and heading to the transporter terminal. It was time to go home.


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#148306 Star Trek: Picard Discussion SPOILERS!!!

Posted by Captain Serran Zan on Star Date 21907.21 @ 19:34 (07:34 PM)

In case anyone on the planet hasn't seen this yet, full trailer for PICARD dropped at Comic Con! I may have cried, just a little. 

 

https://intl.startre...6J33GtpmMPUvICg

 

https://io9.gizmodo....an-l-1836393349


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#142271 PI/D64 - Docking Ports and Customs Offices

Posted by Lt (JG) Elaina MacClare on Star Date 21902.02 @ 03:44 (03:44 AM)

== Farewell Intrepid Thread ==

 

Elaina arrived at the docking port and found a place in the line that was forming of the Intrepid crew to see their Captain off.  Her eyes were teary, but she tried to keep her composure.  Her heart swelled with pride to see the corridor lined with all the members of the crew.  She was grateful to have served on this ship and with these people.

 

Rage and Kaiser walked ahead of Archer, taking their places at the far end of the line. She smiled at the two of them as they passed by.  Time seemed to stand still, almost as if this wasn't really happening.  Elaina tried to capture this moment in her memory of the whole Intrepid crew being together one last time, honoring their Captain.  

 

As Archer came nearer, she straightened her shoulders and tugged on her jacket to smooth out any wrinkles.  Once the Captain got to her place in the line, she reached out to shake his hand.  "It has been honor serving under you, Sir.  The best of luck to you in your next assignment."

 

Elaina watched as the Captain reached the end of the line, where Kaiser and Rage were the last to see him off.  This is goodbye...  She felt the tears forming in her eyes.  USS Intrepid, may she fly forever in our hearts!


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#141542 New Ships and New Horizons

Posted by Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21901.21 @ 00:06 (12:06 AM)

As some of you might be aware if you are keeping up with reading Pioneer or have been checking out the Facebook group or the Discord chat there are a few changes coming soon with regards to two of our ships here on Fed Space, specifically the Intrepid and Gettysburg.

 

After much discussion between the admins we have decided to retire the more 'warship' classes from Fed Space in favour of a more exploration orientated design. This is in part due to our new position at Pioneer station and our mission profiles leaning more towards exploration than war. Does this mean that we wont have conflict? Of course not, we are exploring the unknown and who knows what is out there. That is where the Intrepid and Gettysburg come in.

 

Intrepid

 

The Intrepid launched on the site 6 years ago this month under the command of Captain Gabriel Archer. The crew had transferred from Space Station Sierra-18 after its destruction at the hands of an invading, at the time unknown threat. Over those 6 years the command team of Archer and Kaiser have guided the ship through various missions with their crew but it is time for the Intrepid to retire.

 

The crew will be transferring to a new vessel, the USS Magellan FSC-28019 a Yeager Class Scoutvessel which will open up a much wider range of mission profiles for the crew and give them lots of exciting opportunities to post not just together but with the rest of the site while they are docked at Pioneer.

 

This will be the second ship to launch on Fed Space of the Yeager class, the first being the classes namesake the USS Yeager however it is the first to launch without the associated... baggage that the name came with (for those of us too young to know what im on about, the Yeager had a tendency to break every mission and on at least one occasion became a submarine).

 

After discussion with Captain Archer he has decided to step aside as Commanding Officer of the Magellan. Gabe has agreed to take on the role as CO of Pioneer which will give him more time to spend with his growing family while still enjoying the opportunity to post with members of the site as they pass through Pioneer.

 

RAdm Jal has agreed to take on the role of Commanding Officer of the Magellan while a more permanent replacement can be found so as not to delay the crew the excitement of moving out on their first mission.

 

Gettysburg

 

The Gettysburg is the longest serving vessel on Fed Space having been launched in June 2002 and been posted on consistently since then. For those of us not great with maths that is 16 Years, 7 Months, and 20 Days or 6078 days. During that time she has gone through a lot including 9 different COs (although 3 of those were Perry so its really 7 COs), she was involved in one of the first major site wide events with the destruction of Starbase 1 by the Borg, time travelling to attempt to fix it and encountering assimilated versions of themselves and eventually destroying a Borg queen (seriously, go read the Gettysburg history.). But all good things must come to an end.

 

The crew of the USS Gettysburg will be transferring to the USS Artemis EX-11000, a brand new Vesta Class Explorer. The Vesta holds the latest in Federation technology (that actually works, unlike the Beckett) and will be at the spearhead of the Federations exploration into the unknown.

 

I'm sure that you are all excited to see what happens with these new ships as much as I am.


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#137523 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by Lt Kamiro Tosamien Deklos {Kotho} on Star Date 21810.11 @ 07:33 (07:33 AM)

As Kamiro’s attention moved towards Shione, both the Vulcan-hybrid and Jelaya placed one of their hands upon hers…

 

…it is their nature…

 

Both women had a nurturing, compassionate streak and Kamiro kept her hand from moving; though the Ullian felt it uncomfortable. She had merely mentioned (in vague terms) her history to the younger Sothrick, not to illicit sympathy, but merely being transparent to the man. His father’s Head of Security merely wanted the son to know a little more about her; a reciprocal openness for his sharing of his thoughts on his mother.

 

And then the sensation…struck? No, that would be too forceful…pushed? As if Kamiro were wrapped in a protective balloon-like membrane and external force was working to pierce it (albeit gently) from the other side…

 

The only physical manifestation was the white-haired woman’s eyes opened wide…the sound, they were words, muffled, as if spoken from underwater; was definitely in Shione’s voice; though the attractive woman’s lips were not moving.

 

Kamiro as yet, couldn’t quite make out the words, but the gist was one of shared understanding and simpatico experiences. Shione was making a direct telepathic communication…

 

The Mirak then took her hand away and Shione’s remained on Kamiro’s…

 

Next, hazy images of S'hiarra appeared in Kamiro’s mind, wrapped tightly in Shione’s arms, and then the Ambassador’s face, held in stone-like relief…a feeling, contrite…

 

…images of starships and their personnel, a color…Security Gold, and then…

 

~…Copernicus and I would vouch for you there.~ Shione said telepathically…

 

Copernicus…that had gotten through…

 

“…no…!” Kamiro responded softly to Shione; her head just perceptibly moving side to side…

 

"Well I hope working with my father gives not only new purpose…” Tourock’s voice cut through Kamiro’s tenuous hold of containing the breech…

 

She did her best to focus on the Ambassador’s son…

 

“…but happiness and I am sure at the very least it will open you for new opportunities. He does seem to trust you more than other aides I have seen him work with.”

 

If open to it, Tourock and Shione would receive a flash of quick images of a highly inebriated Tactical Officer; a short skirmish with an Engineer; Ambassador Sothrick sitting at a table in a bar; Fleet Commander Authorization…

 

The Security Officer continued:

 

“He had told me that he had not changed positions as it were. He resigned, again from SFI but did not just return to be an Ambassador for Vulcan but now for the Federation. I don't suppose you understand how that is possible do you?"

 

Young Sothrick’s eyes had become gloss, obsidian black…though now Kamiro could actually sense the connection between them…Tourock’s emotions were very strong in protection for his mate. Deklos’ telepathic centers (essentially, new and regenerated tissue); had been undergoing stimulation since she entered Spanky’s; and between Shione’s direct (yet well meaning) telepathic assault; the overt emotional responses of the Vulcan-Betazoids and their near constant telepathic communications…neurotransmitting chemicals flushed in her temple lobes…and then…

 

AN ERUPTION!

 

To all nearby minds (telepaths and non-telepaths alike, within about 5-meter radius) one might* receive the sensation and/or imagery of walls of columnar, gray-black megalithic basalt suddenly spring forth accompanied by an almost searing warmth…but as impenetrable as the metaphysical fortifications appeared, it was but a thin veneer of mental protection (but for whom? For Kamiro or for those around her?)…cracks formed in the dark rock formation and a FLASH of imagery was broadcasted forth…

 

In an instant, all the following could be accessible: images of an attractive, short-haired, light-green skinned (likely) Orion woman appeared; a bearded, dark-brown haired human male; a pair of exotic humanoid twin females (beautiful looks on par with Shione and S'hiarra) even with their Ferengi-like features; a Vulcan-hybrid female, an extravagantly over-muscled Science Officer…and then through a new crack…

 

…the highlights of the night’s dinner (from Deklos’ perspective) flowed to receptive minds: the recent rescue of bad feelings by the Ambassador, snippets of angry and hurt faces, Tourock inflamed at Lorrick, the emotional intimacy Kamiro felt for Shione in Spanky’s bathroom (including pointing a phaser at the incredibly attractive Vulcan woman), the salty and tangy taste of Kamiro’s meal, the feelings of distrust as Kamiro was introduced to the table…

 

And then as quickly as the mental imagery began, it all evaporated to a feeling of humid mist and then it was gone…

 

Deklos, with a neutral expression, withdrew her hand from Shione’s contact; the Ullian’s eyes moved from the Ambassador’s son to that of her new friend/sister…

 

“…I’m not ready...” Kamiro stated almost absently…

 

…and then ignoring the feelings of profound embarrassment at what she had just telepathically broadcast, Deklos, her body stiff, let her eyes move back to Tourock:

 

“Politics Lieutenant Commander…” Deklos said, finally answering the Chief of Security’s last question:

 

“…the Federation is reaching out past Cardassian and Breen space. We want to show our diversity.”

 

Kamiro, then stood up from her seat, somewhat robotically; looked around the table in turn, at Tourock, Jelaya and then to Shione:

 

“A pleasure to have met you all.”

 

And then Deklos spoke to one of the Vulcan security detail:

 

“S’Kol, please inform the Ambassador that I will begin operational preparations for Gargoyle.”

 

And then, the Ullian slid back her chair so that she would easy egress away from the table; her intention to make a quick beeline for Spanky’s exit…

 

 

== *Reception of Kamiro’s telepathic output is purely up to the PRCs and NRCs discretion (within range, ~ 5m of course). All of the images would have occurred in about a full second, sort of like a dream. Recollection (any, all, little bit or none) of the imagery is also up to the PRC/NRC. ==


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#137431 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by LCdr Shione Kurasa on Star Date 21810.07 @ 19:28 (07:28 PM)

Jelaya wrapped her arm over Shione's shoulder; knowing how much this whole scene was hurting her mate. “Just remember that she is every bit as strong as you are m'love"

 

Shione turned her head giving a quick buss to the lovely Mirak's cheek before laying her's had on Jelaya's shoulder.

 

Kamiro and Tourock were talking about each other, and she couldn't shake the impression that Kamiro didn't approve of her attack on Lorrick, but all of her instincts had told her that she had to stand up for S'hiarra; and perhaps she had gone too far except that she knows it could have been worse, and Lorrick had brushed it away as insignificant anyway.

 

But Kamiro didn't; I don't think.

 

The Ullian then began a very intimate description of her past and the loneliness that emanated from the white haired woman was too poignant for Shione to ignore, and at that moment Kamiro's attention seemed to return to the Hybrid, and without needing to discuss it both she and Jelaya reached across the table and each laid a hand on the back of Kamiro's which was on the table.

 

~I understand Kamiro; I too have served on Intel ships and done; and agreed to things I can never speak of and wish I could forget. ~

 

Jelaya said nothing but pulled her hand back, leaving Shione's. ~I will tell you that I have protected S'hiarra always. She is a kinder soul than I am, and takes such matters more deeply than I would. The Ambassador should have known better, but so should I and I regret that I had to speak such harsh words to the man who has given your life purpose again.

 

Should you ever seek to return to Star Fleet I am the Chief of Security on the Copernicus, and I would vouch for you there.~

 

Shione left her hand there for the time being allowing Kamiro to respond in a similar and private manner, or choose to withdraw it should she wish to.

 

==Tag Kamiro==


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#132933 New Creative Direction for Fed Space

Posted by Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21806.21 @ 04:21 (04:21 AM)

With the departure of Perry, Andrea, and the stepping back of Dan the new admin team has been discussing the creative future of the site. Specifically we have been discussing the fleet structure, mission profiles, and ship interaction.

 

With that in mind we have decided to make some changes as outlined below.

 

USS Beckett

 

As you may have noticed already, due to the departure of the command team of the Beckett and the creative direction that we are intending for the site (more on that to come) it has been decided to close the Beckett and distribute her crew to the remaining ships. This is never an easy decision to make but it was felt that it was what was best for the site as a whole. We hope that you make the transferring crew feel welcome in their new homes.

 

Fleet Consolidation

 

With the Beckett closing this will reduce the number of active ships to 5 (plus the Apparition but she doesn't exist so let's not talk about her). It has been decided to merge the two fleets into a single group. This will be designated an 'Expedition Force' with an emphasis on exploring the unknown reaches of space with our missions. In game RAdm Jal will be the Expeditionary Field Commander and RAdm Ristone will be the Expeditionary Base Commander while out of game their roles remain the same with Trystan still handling things for the Intrepid and Copernicus while Nick handles things for the Gettysburg, Sheridan, and Ozaki.

 

By having all ships in the single group the intention is that it will give the ships more opportunity to interact with each other not just on shore leave but during missions as well.

 

New Station and Direction

 

The new Expedition Force will need a home. We are dusting off an old design, giving it a bit of a facelift and pushing her back into service. The Sierra-Classed Outpost, previous made famous as Space Station Sierra-18 will have another member to its ranks in the form of Pioneer Outpost. This outpost will be located in non-aligned space on the other side of the Breen Confederacy and Cardassian Union. The station will have a gate to join it back to Federation Space when/if required.

 

This will provide our ships with a new direction to explore the unknown and encounter species that we haven't traditionally dealt with here on Fed Space. Our ships will be the spearhead of the Federations exploration into the unknown much like the Enterprise was in TOS/TNG.

 

With a new station comes a new bar. We will be having a competition to name the new bar as well as its owner, please use the following form to submit your nominations (limit to 3 bar names and 3 owner names). You don't need to nominate both, if you only want to name the owner then that is fine.

 

https://goo.gl/forms/Lbd1pBSj4wZYyj0Y2

 

New Content Manager

 

With me taking over as President I have decided to step aside as Content Manager to focus my energies on my new role. With that I have passed on my duties as Content Manager to Cdr Acenvar Crystillin, congratulations Nate I know you will do well in that role.

 

If anyone has any thoughts or concerns regarding any of the above, please feel free to post here or if you would prefer you can email me directly.


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#131204 IMPORTANT - Announcement regarding the future of Fed Space

Posted by Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21805.09 @ 11:04 (11:04 AM)

By now I'm sure you have all seen the message from Perry regarding his future on Fed Space, if you haven't then I suggest you go read that before you continue reading here (https://fed-space.co...site-leadership).

 

While we are all saddened to see our friend leave, we wish him all the best in what his future brings. We also want him to know that he will always have a home here if he ever wishes to return in whatever capacity he chooses. With that being said we as a group also need to move forward.

 

I want to assure everyone on site that Fed Space isn't going anywhere, this is just a leadership change. This has happened before when President Beckett left and the site didn't fold then and its not going to fold now. The site leadership as well as the senior admins are discussing the best way to handle the transition. When we have worked out the full plan we will advise you what is happening.

 

Until then if you are wondering what you can do to help the site, the best thing you can do is to donate. Fed Space has never been and never will be pay to play. The site runs entirely on donations from its members.

 

If you have any questions or concerns please don't hesitate to email me. I will do my best to be available on Discord more than I have been in the past so if you ever see me online feel free to send me a message and I will reply as soon as I can.

 

Keep posting everyone and above all else, keep having fun.


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#32992 Site-wide Dec 2013

Posted by Guest on Star Date 21311.23 @ 14:11 (02:11 PM)

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#155747 2020 Anniversary Presidential Address

Posted by Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 22003.02 @ 02:32 (02:32 AM)

Greetings All,

 

20 years. That is how long Fed Space has been going now. In March 2000 this little slice of the internet was carved out and has grown over those two decades into what it is today. We have gone through a few leadership changes, many ships (33 by my last count), and literally thousands of characters (if you don't believe me, go check out the wiki. There are currently 1,038 bios if you add up the PRCs, SRCs, and NRCs and that's just the ones that we have on there. It doesn't include most of the really old ones or the cadets that sign up but never graduate). Through ups and downs the biggest thing has always remained the community. This site is here for you to enjoy and that is what I want it to always be for everyone. If you aren't having fun, speak to your DH/FO/CO they are here to help.

 


If they can't or you don't want to speak to them for whatever reason, you can always go through the chain all the way up to me if you want to. I'm always around, might take me a few days but ill always respond.

 

Financial Position

One of the primary rules of Fed Space is that it is free to play. Free to join, free to enjoy, and you never get any perks by donating. That being said, Fed Space still requires money every month to keep it running. At the moment, these costs are mostly supported out of my pocket with a few members donating regularly. To those members I want to say, thank you. I do appreciate your generous donations.

 

At the moment the donations go directly to my personal PayPal account which is currently at $250.16USD. In order to keep track of things better I have created a new PayPal account to be used specifically for Fed Space. For anyone wanting to donate, please use the below email address. If you have already set up a regular donation (you know who you are) please cancel your current one and direct it to the new address.

 

 

Email: paypal@fed-space.com

 

New Ship Designs

Over the course of the last few years the senior admin team (both the current and former team) have been working on bringing in some newer ship designs and retiring the older ones. This was done for a number of reasons:

 

The primary reason for the new designs are the age of the existing ones. Some of the ship designs have not had any fundamental changes since the launch of the site 20 years ago. Yes they have been tweaked here and there, most noticeably the mass shrinking that happened many moons ago (basically every ship shrunk to around 1/3 their size... yeah... go look at the sizes of the ships and work out what they used to be... I'll wait....) but for the most part they have remained the same. 20 years is a long time when it comes to technology. There would have been new shields, engines, sensors, weapons, computers and many other things developed by Star Fleet. While some things can be retrofitted to existing ships, some things wouldn't be able to and would necessitate new ship classes. I know that the Excelsior, Oberth, Miranda classes were used on trek for almost a century but that was because it was cheaper to use the existing models than it was to create new ones. Once they went to CGI it seemed like there was a new class popping up every week. With the new creative direction that we want to take the site, it required a new fleet of ships.

 

Secondary: Quite a number of players are more familiar with these designs as they have come from Star Trek Online or the expanded universe novels. This leads to more people finding the site as they are researching those ships which in turn bring our numbers up.

 

Another reason: Designing ships is fun. Look out for more designs in the coming weeks and months, mostly of the non-Federation variety.

 

Creative Direction

Over the next few months you might notice some changes to the creative direction of the site. For most of our 20 year run with a few exceptions we have been running single missions, having shore leave back at base, then going out on a totally different mission. We will begin trialling some longer story arcs with ships potentially going out on 2-3-4 mission arcs before returning to starbase for repair and resupply. This will mean that the decisions that you make in the first mission will impact directly on the second and third mission. Did you fire a spread of torpedoes? well guess what, you wont have a full compliment next mission. Did you suffer damage in a battle, that will still be there in the next mission.

 

This does come with some obstacles most notably new crew assignments but we will come to that when we come to it and most ships will be able to get around that with the old 'promoted from the gamma shift' excuse.

 

Like I said, this will be a trial so I want to hear how it goes from all of you. We will be looking at sending out questionnaires in between each mission to gage your thoughts on how its going. As I said up above, this site is here for you to have fun with so let us know what you like and what you don't like.

 

With that in mind we are also looking at where the ships will be sent for their missions. With the invention of the slipstream engines (and the new ship designs with those engines) we have literally the entire galaxy open to us so stay tuned for your ships next mission, who knows you might be heading off somewhere completely new.

 

Site Membership

For the, I don't know how many years in a row but we have maintained very similar numbers in terms of site membership.

 

Star Date Format

Since the beginning of Fed Space (well at least since I started) we have used the same Star Date format, '2'YYMM.DD e.g. 22003.01 for March 1st 2420. While we have been working on expanding the back history of Fed Space is has become increasingly difficult to determine if the date that is being referred to is 2420, 2320, 2220, 2120, 2020. Because of this we will be moving away from that star date format and moving to include the entire year, 22003.01 becomes 242003.01.

 

You don't need to worry about going through the wiki and updating all of the dates to the new format, that will be handled by the wiki team just from now on use the new format. Remember, we are exactly 400 years in the future from today.

 

Yearly Awards

The yearly awards will be run again this year, if anyone would like to volunteer to run them please send me an email. If I dont have any volunteers by the end of next Sunday I will run them myself.

 

Site Canon vs Alpha Canon

With the recent Borg Megasphere plot it has been noticed that a few people have been referring to Voyager a bit as they dealt a lot with the Borg. I would like to remind everyone that in our universe Voyager never made it back and most of what they learnt has not made it back to the Federation... yet... If you are ever wondering if something is canon or not, look it up on our wiki, check out this page (https://wiki.fed-spa...itle=Site_Canon) or ask one of the site admins and we will let you know.

 

Senior Administration Team

Over the course of the last year I have had many people come to me and ask who the senior admin team consists of, what are their roles, how we make decisions etc. so I wanted to clear that up here.

 

Me:

I am the site President. I own the domain name, servers etc and have final say on whatever happens on site. My focus is on the overarching creative direction of the site, the wiki, and the Academy. I currently am not an active poster on any ship.

 

Autumn:

Autumn is the sites Command in Chief and is in charge of personnel. She handles all transfers and disciplinary issues that might arise. She also handles all of the behind the scenes technical things to do with the servers. You will see her around  as FAdm T'Mana and Captain Adaran 225 on the USS Yoritomo.

 

Paul:

Paul is the sites Creative Director, works with the Academy, and is in charge of the creative team which includes mission authors and GMs. Paul works with me on the creative direction of the site, works with the COs, GMs, and mission authors to write the missions that you all enjoy, and works in the Academy. You will see him around as Cdr Jennifer Braggins on the USS Artemis and GM-CD.

 

Trystan:

Trystan is the sites sole Fleet Commander and is in charge of overseeing every ship on site and ensuring that the COs are doing their job. Trystan also works on creative and helps to develop the ships missions. You will see him around as Cdr Serran Zan on the USS Magellan and as RAdm Kinziri Jal.

 

The admin team don't work in isolation, every decision that is made is done with at least two preferably three of the admin team aware of it. Major decisions such as the commission or decommission of a ship require all 4 of us to have a say with a 'majority rules' type of scenario with me acting as a tiebreaker if needed.

 

The team also works with a number of other members in order to keep things running smoothly. The Commanding Officers, Content Manager, and Academy admin team are all involved in the discussion where it relates directly to their specific area. COs are consulted about their ship and the missions that it undertakes, the Academy admins are worked with in regards to the Academy and the cadets coming through, and I work with the Content Manager on things that need to be completed with the wiki.

 

If you are at all interested in becoming an AI, GM, Mission Author, or Wiki Contributor there are threads for that in the recruitment section of Red Alert (https://fed-space.co...141-recruiting/)

 

I hope that this has clarified that for everyone. If there are any more questions regarding the senior admins, please let me know and I will give you an answer.

 

And with that, it brings me to the end of my address. I wish you all an amazing year and I look forward to seeing all the fun we are going to have.

 

Aaron


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#153997 A02 - Lounge / Cafeteria / Gardens

Posted by Mid Mikael Stanovich on Star Date 22001.21 @ 19:36 (07:36 PM)

“Maybe I was not looking for an answer, but a purpose.” Starc stated looking of into the distance again.

 

Mikael turned his head and looked in the direction that Starc was looking at. He didn't see what he was looking for, but he did nudge the coffee mug with his burger wrapper. 

 

"What are you looking at and have you found your purpose?" Mikael asked, a bit lost in the conversation.

 

==Tag Starc and/or Riley==




#142223 PI/D64 - Docking Ports and Customs Offices

Posted by Lt Michelle Price on Star Date 21902.01 @ 20:30 (08:30 PM)

Stay strong, Price….

 

She took a long time preparing herself for this very moment, saying her goodbyes to the ship she shared so many memories with. Granted, some were filled with gruesome bloodshed but the overwhelming sense of belonging was something that stood out beyond all the darkness.  It wasn’t until the Intrepid was decommissioned that she realized she took her assignment to such an amazing vessel for granted.

 

Her home was essentially ripped out from under her with nearly no sympathy from Starfleet Command for the hundreds of officers now waiting for new assignments.  No doubt friendships would be tested… perhaps even relationships. The luxury of a large heavy cruiser was the civilian capacity, especially when it came to having a family on board.   It had it’s risks when disaster inevitably struck, but it allowed for families to stay together…. Michelle could only imagine the tough conversations for so many couples trying to figure out their lives with this massive wrench chucked at them.

 

She took a deep breath, straightened out her medical officer uniform and fit herself into the growing lines of officers that flanked the gangplank to the Intrepid. She was a little further down the line, but sure enough she saw First Officer  Kaiser and Chief Tactical Officer Rage emerge from the Intrepid and made their way to the end of the line.

 

Then she saw Archer.

 

Her heart ached but she held back her tears in the growing lump that hung in her throat.  The Intrepid as she had known it to be, her commanding officer, were moving off to into new places to hold new purposes.  This was the mark of a new beginning, another fresh start.

 

This is what you signed up for… It was naive to think the Intrepid would be in operation forever...It was just a matter of time…

 

She held her eyes closed for a minute, thinking on what she could say, but she knew she was awful at goodbyes. When she opened them, she could see the Captain only a few officers away. She desperately bit the inside of her cheek to suppress her emotions, but sure enough tears started to roll down her cheeks.

 

As he stood in front of her, she extended her hand, letting out a quivering breath before saying, “I… I’m so grateful for my time here.  The last four years aboard the Intrepid have been unforgettable. I’m honored to have served such a fantastic commanding officer on an amazing vessel. Thank you, Sir... And good luck.”

 

She shook his hand, feeling an ache as his hand left hers.  

 

That was the last time I’ll likely see him…. For a long while that is...

 

She watched as he made his way further down the line, her eyes still spilling tears that rolled down her face and soaked into her uniform.  

 

Goodbye, USS Intrepid…


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#137540 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by Cdr Sothrick on Star Date 21810.11 @ 20:52 (08:52 PM)

Suddenly Sothrick was assaulted by a sensory over load. His mental barriers were... were annihilated. At first he was confused, the onslaught, confused him and he forced his chair back from the table.

 

He had his barriers up, barriers that he had trained years to create, maintain and strengthen. Perhaps they were weekend because of his reach to connect with S'hiarra. No that wasn't it. It was...it was, Kamiro.  She was a much stronger telepath. It was harnessed, leashed but something broke it.

 

He took a moment pinching the bridge of his nose and rose his head back up shaking the images from his mind.  What, was that! His mind raced to sort the pictures. It was full of images, people, places he knew not. Well most, he saw glimpses of a few faces, Shione's. Through it all he felt her, Kamiro's, emotions, her emotions were overloaded too.

 

"...I'm not ready!" She abruptly stated. Sothricks eyes, still black as midnight, slowly raised to meet Kamiro's. Her words were not for him. He flashed a look at Shione.  What did she do?  His mind raced.

 

She had been alone, content at being alone and isolated, then suddenly thrown into an all to personal dance with strangers, strangers until tonight.

 

She, Deklos, continued through the outburst and continued her answer to Sothrick about his father. Then made her exit announcement.

 

Sothrick now realized. He realized there was much more to Deklos and she was hurting and...

 

As she moved to leave, Sothrick rose from his chair. "Shione, S'hiarra is perhaps having issues with my father, would you keep an eye for her and let her, them, both know I am escorting Lieutenant Deklos to my runabout. I will return with haste."

 

He looked back at Kamiro expecting that she wanted to escape the dynamic around this table and would offer resistance to him coming with her.

 

"The Gargoyle has been updated and will not allow you aboard with out myself, my father or..." Sothrick gave a look at the other table with Matt and Charlotte sitting at it. "...or Ensign Phoenix there, who did most the changes. I can get you aboard and add you to the accessibility and give you clearance to the ship." He added as he gestured towards the door.


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#137367 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by Lt Kamiro Tosamien Deklos {Kotho} on Star Date 21810.05 @ 06:52 (06:52 AM)

"My mother." Sothrick the younger echoed Kamiro’s inquiry; as his eyes looked (unfocused) past her; or perhaps focused in memory…

 

The question had brought obvious memories and feelings to the fore of the Vulcan-hybrid’s mind; such that Kamiro was emotionally wrapped in the warm blanket of nurtured, familial love…

 

"My mother was fierce and soft.” Sothrick continued…

 

Had the Ullian possessed even a tenth of her former telepathic abilities…Kamiro was sure that she would ‘see’ Sothrick’s remembered imagery of his mother. As it was, Kamiro felt the essence (at least from the Lieutenant Commander’s point of view), the incorporeal self, that was the woman who bore him…

 

“She was so intelligent and passionate..."

 

The Ambassador’s son paused; and it was not lost on Kamiro at just how intimate young Sothrick had been with his feelings; and of course, when he had realized this also, his demeanor took on the classic neutral Vulcan state; his emotions lassoed back under his control. And then as his eyes held hers, Kamiro felt Sothrick’s control slipping, as if a pool of emotional magma was ready too burst into eruption and he would strike out…!

 

With an effort not immediately visible, Kamiro relaxed her body…if the son lashed out physically she would accept the strike; and if he was to perform a verbal assault; she’d not take or make an aggressive posture, nor immediately defend herself. And then (fortunately), the large Vulcanoid regained control and exhaled:

 

"Well...I was her only child and she, she was my world."

 

Kamiro exhaled herself in relief of Sothrick’s tamping down on the negative emotions he was experiencing.

 

"May I ask why your interest in, her?" Sothrick inquired, his right brow arched.

 

"Do you imagine her to be the polar opposite of my father? I am sure you have learned more than you were expecting to this evening."

 

“I was curious…” Kamiro began to answer:

 

“…as to what extent that she is part of you. Physically, you appear much like your father…though your temperament I would guess was substantially influenced by your mother…”

 

Kamiro paused and then added:

 

“...and no, I had no expectations of whether opposites attract or not vis-à-vis your parents; though I’ve observed that most adult offspring are attracted to mates with similar qualities of one or more of their parents. And it’s easy enough to see that S’hiarra possesses those qualities that I would associate with your mother.”

 

Kamiro paused again; she had been thrown into the deep pool of family dynamics (and she wasn’t sure of the Ambassador’s motives regarding subjecting her and all involved to this) though Kamiro sensed that over their respective initial trepidations of her, the incongruously present white-haired telepathically impaired Ullian female had been ‘accepted’ into the fold…

 

“And…Kamiro added:

 

“…I am also curious as to the woman that captured the Ambassador’s heart. And yes, this evening has been much more than I expected.”

 

Kamiro reached for her virtually depleted glass of water and took a sip that was just barely enough to wet her tongue. And then after a short lull. Sothrick the younger asked:

 

"So you were Security on Alpha?”

 

The Ullian nodded in the affirmative.

 

“How long have you worked for my father?"

 

Kamiro made a wide grin in spite of herself and said:

 

“Not long…essentially the time it took to travel from Alpha to this dinner at high warp, plus about an hour.”

 

It did not take a telepath to observe (in a general sense) what the younger Sothrick’s mind was rapidly going over various possibilities; where did Deklos fit in, in the family, extended family fabric, why did his father choose her for his Head of Security. It was then that Kamiro noticed Sothrick’s eye color shifted; from a gray-blue, to steel-blue surrounded by a ring of black onyx…

 

“Lieutenant Commander…” Deklos stated; her smile smoothed out to a line, and her eyes met the younger Sothrick’s gaze:

 

“…my initial Star Feet career was in Intelligence…”

 

There was no need to expound on that further; Tourock was aware of his father’s background, and he could put two and two together…

 

“…next came a stint as a Yeoman on an experimental exploration vessel; and after that mission ended, I was assigned to SBA Security.”

 

Of course that had been a gross oversimplification of the wonders and terrors that she had experienced; but details would have to be for another time; and that was predicated on whether young Sothrick had any further interest in her at all. Kamiro missed her former shipmates and colleagues of the Challenger…and her more recent acquaintances from Copernicus…

 

“I’ve been solitary for most of my life, with but few precious memories of those I care about…and all too many nightmares of dispassionate evil and horrors done for King and country…”

 

Kamiro let the sentence stand without explanation or reference; again, a topic if brought up again, suitable for the quiet environs of an office, personal quarters, or a park…just not in a restaurant with the Ambassador’s stoic, if hyper alert Vulcan security detail present…

 

“…your father offered me an escape from my self-imposed prison and I took it.”

 

The Ullian had made a concerted effort to focus solely on younger Sothrick, but now she expanded her awareness and moved her eyes to see if Shione had been privy to what had been said between them…


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#131875 IMPORTANT - Announcement regarding the future of Fed Space

Posted by Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21805.27 @ 05:02 (05:02 AM)

After much consideration and consultation between the other senior admins it has been decided that I will take on the position of President of Fed Space. Perry has transferred all ownership of the site to me and I will continue it going forward.

 

This moves me onto the next part of this announcement. What some of you may not be aware of is that Andrea (Nielson, Taylor, many others) and Dan Wueste have also decided to step down from their active roles on Fed Space. I want to make it absolutely clear, stepping down was their own decisions and was in no way influenced by others in the admin team. Dan will still be around in an advisory role and post from time to time when he feels like jumping in. Just like with Perry we wish them both the best in the future and they too will have a place here if they wish to come back.

 

This has left us with a few vacant positions in the Site Admin team so without further delay I would like to announce the following changes.

 

RAdm Kinziri Jal, RAdm Nicholas Ristone, and VAdm Paul Braggins have all agreed to step up to fill those admin roles. They will remain in their current roles as FCs and Creative Director but also take on the Senior Admin role and assist Autumn and myself with the day to day running of Fed Space.

 

This still leaves the Academy. With Andrea stepping away this has left the position of Superintendent vacant. After consultation with Andrea as to her successor, Captain William Bodash has agreed to assume the position of Academy Superintendent.

 

I thank you all for your patience during this time and look forward to serving you all as President.

 

Aaron


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#104240 Seasonal Encounter...

Posted by Guest on Star Date 21612.24 @ 23:56 (11:56 PM)

== Okay, every year I do something like this... this is this year's version... Enjoy! MUAHOHOHO! ==

 

== Galactic Science Cruiser, USS Sonak, Deep Space, Near the Galactic Core ==

 

Stars here were close.  On average less than three  light years between.  Occasionally as much as eight.  Often less than one-point-five.  Very rarely more than five.  Never more than seven.  Close.  Considering where most of the people aboard this ship came from, stars with any habitability factor were much more sparsely spaced.  As a result the gravimetric distortions and radiation made most of this region incapable of supporting life.  But, as nature was commonly known to do, there were exceptions.

 

That was partly why they were here.  And the other reason was to scan the mass devastation left behind by the Federation and her allies at the conclusion of the Krynar War.  The devastation that had resulted in, as far as anyone could tell, the genocide of the Krynar as a race.  And the destruction of a half-dozen star systems as the anti-gravimetric wave created by the grasers firing in concert had spread dissipating but still taking out potentially billions upon billions of lives.

 

Sonak had been specially equipped with special mutli-layered metaphasic shielding to withstand the radiation.  The sensors had also been reinforced and enhanced.  An extra warp core had been added, and other systems, such as some of the recreational systems, had been sacrificed.

 

They’d been out here for nearly a year now.  There was a return gate, although it wouldn’t last forever in these conditions.  Most likely another four or five months and they’d have to head back, and the gate would itself collapse.  But for now they could, at least, send dispatches back and forth via probe.  And get resupplied.

 

Captain th’Rylak sat in his chair, as he did every day for about eight hours, while the real work was done by his science people.  They were collecting data, cataloguing everything that they could.  He was mostly here for… well he didn’t know what most days.

 

“Captain, we’re picking up an interesting reading,” reported Lieutenant Commander Nalen Quinn, the First Officer, who had a much better background in science for this mission than his Captain.

 

Probably should have been made Captain for this.  Would have been a better fit than I am.  Just because I was there when it all went down doesn’t mean I’m the person to command the survey.  I wonder if this was part of the backlash from the fleet split.

 

He’d been an ally, quietly, of Grayson when the fleets had split.  And he always wondered if he’d got this assignment to keep him out of the way.  He wondered what things were like back home now.  The latest dispatch, received over a month ago, had indicated that the Federation’s internal conflicts had ended, and that wounds were being healed.  But some wounds would take a long time to heal.

 

“What have you got, Commander?” asked th’Rylak.  Another few micrograms of space dust, perhaps?

 

“It’s a signal, appears to be artificial, sir,” said Quinn.  “It’s very weak.  We can’t even tell how far it is, only that it’s on a heading of zero-zero-zero from us.  From the direction of the galactic core itself.”

 

The galactic core.  A huge black hole that kept the galaxy together, spinning gently—well violently this close in—and keeping everything stable.  Nothing came from there.  Things only went into it.  Of course this wasn’t coming from the core itself, just that direction.

 

“Can we dispatch a probe to get a better reading?” asked th’Rylak.

 

Science Officer Voth, a Benzite Lieutenant Junior Grade who’d came aboard just before launch, answered.

 

“I don’t think so.  The gravimetric forces would make it impossible to keep it on course, and the radiation would likely render its sensors useless, Captain.”

 

th’Rylak thought this over.  An artificial signal.  Could it be a Krynar left-over?  Something still out here, after all that?  He had to investigate.  That’s what they were here for.  But he would also be very careful.

 

“Helm, turn us heading zero-zero-zero, mark—“ he looked at Quinn.

 

“Mark zero, sir.”

 

“Mark zero it is then,” the Captain finished.  “Still no indication of range?”

 

“It can’t be too far,” answered Voth.

 

“Course set, Captain,” answered Ensign Rrwarrka at helm.  The Mirak’s voice was deep, soft, soothing.  Almost like a large kitten purring.  th'Rylak new better than to make such a comment to the helm officer though.  He’d seen someone refer to a Mirak as ‘kitty’ during the last general war.  They hadn’t lived to tell about it.

 

“No more than a half light-year,” confirmed Quinn.

 

“Very well, warp one then, and engage when ready.  Forward sensors and shields to full.  Open hailing frequencies.”

 

“Channel open,” replied the Lieutenant at Tactical.

 

“Unknown vessel, this is USS Sonak of the United Federation of Planets.  We are here on a peaceful mission of exploration, and wish to make friendly contact in the interest of cultural exchange.  Please reply.”

 

He glanced back at Tactical.  She shook her head.  “No response.”

“Are they receiving?”

 

“We can’t tell, sir.”

 

“Put that on a loop.  Re-transmit with a twelve-second delay between for them to reply.”

 

He glanced at Quinn, who was at an auxiliary station.  Quinn looked up.

 

“No change, sir.  It is moving, though.  I think my distance estimate may have been off.  It was likely—“ he was looking back at his screen.  “My God, Captain!  It just went past us at—“

 

He seemed to be verifying something.

 

It was Voth who answered.  “Confirmed speed at Warp nine point nine-nine-nine-nine-nine, sir.  And accelerating.”

 

“Nothing can go that fast,” commented th’Rylak.

 

“What’s its heading?”

 

“It’s headed directly—“ Quinn looked up at Voth who nodded in confirmation and then Quinn continued.  “Directly for Earth, sir.”

 

“Get a signal out, transmit it via the gate.  We have to warn them that something… and we don’t know what… is coming.  Send them everything you have.”

 

Helm spoke up.  “Should I pursue, Captain?”

 

“No point.  All stop.  There’s no way we can catch that thing, whatever it is.”

 

“Captain, we did get a visual very briefly.  It’s highly distorted, and the computer can’t seem to reconcile it.”

 

“Put it on screen,” said th’Rylak.

 

The image was a blur.  There was a small red point streaking through space, followed by a brownish blob, or perhaps several of them, followed by something bright red and white streaked across the display.

 

“Can we clean up the image?” asked th’Rylak.

 

“Working on it now, sir,” said Quinn.  He was working at his console, and then stopped.  His only word spoken.  “Impossible.”

 

“Put it on screen,” said th’Rylak.

 

When it resolved it did seem impossible.

 

The three humans on the bridge gaped at it, Voth, th’Rylak, and Rrwarrka were just confused.

 

It looked like a small red and white cart with skis on it, a fat human—or human-looking person—with a long white beard sitting inside with piles of packages.  And in front of it, apparently towing it at nearly warp ten, were nine horned brown creatures, with the lead one having a bright red light as its nose.

 

“Captain,” Quinn finally said.  “I don’t think we should transmit this to Earth.”

 

“Why’s that?” asked th’Rylak.

 

“Because I’m not sure anyone would believe us…”