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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.  




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.




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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#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. 





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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.




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.




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…




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.




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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#43483 2014 State of the Site Address

Posted by Guest on Star Date 21403.30 @ 12:04 (12:04 PM)

I realized yesterday, when I saw the thread from Cdt Knight about the site being “the most detailed”, that this year we didn't do an anniversay/state of the site post for 2014!


March 2014, March 2414 in-game, or 21403 the way we write it here on Federation Space.

The site's official anniversary date is March 1, 2000. Over 3 years before I arrived here; although I know a few of you were here very early on—perhaps as early as that beginning month?

Fourteen years, nearly eleven of which I have been a part of this dynamic, fun, and usually exciting community.

If you wiki “Avark”, you'll see the zany (read: insane) Klingon that I ran for my first several years on the site. Starting out as an Ensign on the USS Titan; the first person (or 'guinea pig' as the academy admins at the time called it) for the Opt-Out exam—a quite different exam than we have nowadays on a site which was quite different. Back then we had 6-7 ships, as I recall 3 fleets.

At that time (thank you wayback machine!) the site looked like this: http://web.archive.o...scus/discus.cgi

Three fleets, 9 ships, many of which are now in mothballs or retired, but most of which are either still in play or have come back into play; perhaps with major refits or in at least one case destroyed and re-commissioned (USS Yeager).

About 60-65 members as I recall. No ALT's back then, you had your PC and an approved number of NPC's.

Bright (hard on the eyes) colors. People posted in different colors based on their position on the site, rather than the nice cool consistent colors we now use. Post formatting was similar, but not that different.

But that's the mechanics of it all. What's really important are the PEOPLE.

We've had a lot of turnover, changes in administrative people and others. Great people were here; some of them remain. Great people have left; some equally or perhaps even greater people have arrived to fill those gaps left by departing players and friends.

This site has given so much to so many of us (warning, personal nostalgia section follows).

Let me tell you my story...

In 2003 I was 34 years old. I was in a stressful corporate job, living a life I wasn't completely happy with, but was mostly 'content'. I had been a Star Trek fan since the mid 80's (perhaps earlier, but who remembers that age when you're coming up rapidly on 45?) and had been involved in various RPG's (mostly table-top, and as I recall only one web based) since 1984-1985.

One day, thinking I needed something to fill some downtime, I went to good ole Google and typed “Star Trek Role Playing Game Online”.

There was no STO then (and to be frank, that's fine by me). There were rumors of an online graphical game at some undetermined time in the future. There were a LOT of ST RPG games that were PBEM (play-by-email). And a handful that were forum-based. Most of them used a scene-based structure where everyone would write together in one big thread for a given scene or episode. Federation Space attracted me, partly because of its location-based structure. You posted WHERE you were, and moved about the site as you moved your character.

So I clicked that link that said “Federation Space”, and clicked the “Join” link (after researching the site's pages [pre-wiki] and forums). A day or so later I got a response with instructions on how to join (much different in those days!), and a day later I found myself in a chat (MSN was what we used back then) with two academy admins (now former players). I was instantly taken in by the friendliness and fun of these two people, and it only helped to draw me in.

Ensign avarQ (the spelling was later changed to accommodate you Terrans who can't seem to properly write a Klingon name) was registered on June 21, 2003; and I actually started posting the character a few weeks later as a Security Ensign aboard USS Titan.

In that first year I met many great friends (many of whom are still with the site, and a few who aren't) that are still good friends today. These include people such as the players behind retired Adm Thrawn; retired Adm Roberts (then Valiant); LCdr Dega; Capt Gagarin (Yvette, Lacey); Cdr Dys (Abaa); and to be honest probably a half-dozen that I can't recall at the moment, so don't feel left out!

I engaged several of these people in friendship outside the 'online' world; including my wife who plays Capt Gagarin. We met here, in this little world, in early 2004. We met in that scary outside world in early 2006; and were married later that year. Almost 8 years ago. It seems a lifetime, and yet only yesterday.

In late 2004 I spent 6 weeks traveling the USA, and met a dozen current and former players. I spent a few days with Cdr Dys and his family; met retired Capt Wong; LCdr Dega; other retired and current players. In 2009 I drove from where I lived at the time (near Boston MA USA) to OKC and met Valiant/Roberts, Kayzon/Cole, Tucker, Adaran, Ristone, and Crawford for the first time. Met several from overseas who have become good friends, from the UK and this last New Years we had a visitor from Australia that you all know as Cmdr Tregelen; and Cdr Mattiana came down from Canada to visit.

Quite the adventure this site has been for me personally, and I'm sure for many others.

In 11 years from Security ENS avarQ to VP of the site, Fleet Commander, working every day to try to make sure that the site, overall, is as much fun for everyone as possible. I don't take credit for the success—that goes to our great admin team. We do it together, myself, Adm Wueste, Capt Adaran (aka FAdm T'Mana), Capt Taylor, Cmdr Tregelen, and the rest. These people deserve your thanks for all the hard work that they do.

Overall we try to think about the roughly 100 members of the site whenever we make a site change or decision. Is it always the right call? No. But we try to adjust as necessary when it's not. We all work hard to ensure that this place is a fun and relaxing journey for everyone here. But we are human, we are also players, and we often, as administrators have to set our fun aside for a bit to keep the wheels turning behind the scenes. For me, at least, that is an even greater reward.

I enjoy shaping the creative side of the site, working closely with Dan Wueste. Discussing site structure, personnel, and other matters with Autumn (Adaran/T'Mana), and Dan as they affect 1st Fleet. Catching up with the CO's, FO's, DH's, and everyone else on Google Talk and in email. I get my reward when I see players enjoying things like the Krynar Finale (because to be honest it's very time consuming and stressful to run such a plot).

Please, the next time you are frustrated by something, talk to your DH, FO, CO, FC. Thank them for their work on the site, and for all that they do to make this a fun place for you to play. Remember that they are human, that they are not perfect, and that they sometimes make mistakes. But for the most part they will work with you to resolve any issues to the best of their ability and they are trying to think of what's best for the department, ship, fleet, or site.

I also want to mention cadets and new midshipmen. Without you the site doesn't exist. We need your 'fresh blood' coming in and growing with us. This grows the site. It may seem frustrating when you reach Lt(JG) or Lt and there isn't a DH slot for you; or you sit at LCdr for a few years because there isn't a FO slot. But keep in mind that balancing the needs of the 11 ships currently running with the number of personnel; keeping the rosters balanced as much as possible, we are always thinking of how to ensure the best for everyone's enjoyment.

It is my hope that we get an influx of strong players (as we have been over the past few months) this year and can re-add a 12th ship to the site in 2014 sometime. Should we feel we have the personnel to do so, then we will; and that will open new opportunities. But we need to see our current rosters stay stable, and to get some new blood so we are not emptying current ships to make this happen. So enjoy you time here, recruit your friends, post a ton, and enjoy!

In closing I want to give you some very vague insight into our creative side of the site and processes going on.

We are about 3-1/2 years into the Krynar sitewide. This plot started with a boom (namely the boom of Star Base Charlie, Bajor, and most of the 3rd fleet) on Star Date 21110.31. It will end in the next couple of weeks. But we haven't stopped thinking about the next big thing.

In fact, it's been brewing for 2-3 years now; and some of the 'reveal' will come in the next few months. Actually, some of it has happened, but you won't have enough information to connect the dots for a few months; and then a few of you will go “WOW...”. Dan Wueste was the brainchild of most of this new thing, and it's been an absolute pleasure working on it. It's something truly unique (much as Krynar was), but will have ties to canon in the series (I won't tell you which).

We expect the arc it creates to propel us through 2-4 years depending on how it develops. We usually have about 3 years of big picture thought out; and then we bend it based on what happens with the players on the ships—that's right... we don't have the future written. You all write it as you write your posts; and while we have an overall arc planned, we alter it as we go based on your activities. I can tell you that the Krynar plan has changed VERY dramatically since the beginning; while still keeping the core elements.

A big huge THANK YOU to Creative Director Dan Wueste, our GM authors, and our GM's on keeping the creative side of the site running.

A giant THANKS to Autumn/T'Mana/Adaran for her keeping the personnel side clean and for ensuring we have smooth operations and being my sounding board on things.

APPRECIATION to the Academy staff for everything y'all do to keep us infused with fresh blood.

And to everyone for your incredible creativity, and your friendship.

And of course, last but certainly not least, I want to thank President Jon Beckett for the vision which created this site, for the continued support financially and otherwise, and for your friendship.

Financially the site was supported 100% by President Beckett until mid-2012, when we had our first fundraiser. Those funds have since mostly been depleted, and we currently stand at $230.30 in the bank account. At some point this year we will have an updated SSC eBook and another fundraiser, as our renewals in October will cost us between $500-700. I am also going to start, once that next fundraiser/renewal happens, posting quarterly statements of our finances including a total amount donated and detail of the expenditures.

Thank you all for your support, and enjoy!

#164558 (Humor) From the Office of Star Fleet Regulations

Posted by Ens Robin Mayfair on Star Date 22012.15 @ 20:57 (08:57 PM)

Stardate 22012.15

Office of Star Fleet Regulations

Admiral Kenneth Masterson


After much discussion and several unfortunate... incidents, Star Fleet has decided that new regulations are needed to address certain actions taken by Star Fleet personnel. You know who you are. 


Effective immediately:

  1. Star Fleet personnel will no longer be allowed to leave their phasers on "disintegrate" just because it's cool.
  2. Klingon officers will take note that today is NOT a good day to die.
  3. Neither is tomorrow.
  4. Stop trying to get Deltans to break their oaths of celibacy. Seriously.
  5. You are not allowed to paint flame patterns on starship hulls. On a related note, bumper stickers are not allowed either. Our starships don't even have bumpers. 
  6. If you need to set the ship to auto-destruct, at least try and have a good reason for doing so.
  7. Ramming speed is an order that is only to be given as a LAST resort. Not an opening move.
  8. The playing of AC/DC on the bridge is hereby banned during Red Alert.
  9. Science and Engineering are no longer allowed to create spatial anomalies just to see what happens.  
  10. Personnel will no longer request site-to-site transport to the bathroom because they're too lazy to get up and walk.
  11. It is no longer permitted to demand every Star Fleet officer with a moustache prove that he is not from the Mirror Universe. 

More to follow. (sigh) Many more. 

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#155342 Scheduled Site Maintenance

Posted by FAdm T'Mana on Star Date 22002.19 @ 19:31 (07:31 PM)

I will be upgrading the forum server on Friday, starting around 7pm UTC.




The forum will be locked while I'm upgrading, and the site may be intermittently unavailable. I don't expect it to take more than an hour unless I run into unexpected problems.

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#137543 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by Ambassador Lorrick Sothrick on Star Date 21810.11 @ 22:31 (10:31 PM)

== Side Room in Spanky's ==


He was not empathic but he had much experience reading people, reading their physical ques how they react. Her body language changed in sorts. His keen eyes searched her form, her face as she was still defensive.


She was a worthy chess opponent and she was still playing the game it would seem. Before she even spoke his hand dropped, unaccepted. He could see that she was not done yet.



“It would seem that somehow you have been given knowledge that I had been assured by my Father Sormok, and Admiral Jal would never be made available. You know about my genetic background don't you?" Tears threatened to flow.


His eyes lowered as he slowly shook his head. His first response wanted to be...


HOW DARE YOU! Do you not know who I am?!? My reach is far! I was a Commodore in SFI privy to information that would have your hardened 'sister' crying in the corner. Your head reeling for all the ins and outs of what the Federation and Starfleet are really up to. You think finding out how a woman of important birth, suddenly has a sister, a twin sister at that.

You idiot child!

Or do you not think I would have the knowledge that a ship came back with nearly double its crew?

Do you not think I know of the few surviving clones and of those who helped protect them and enter them into our known society?


However he took a breath, holding his answer as she was clearly not done. 


"Somehow that most personal knowledge of me is being disseminated despite promises that it would not and it was that which was the basis of your opinion wasn't it?"


As she spoke he raised his eyes back to hers. If he was truly to start again, truly to change, truly to mend his relationship with his only family and perhaps create more of his family he would have to calm her and win her, this small battle, before winning the war.


She grabbed a napkin wiping her eyes. “So I guess your bodyguards know, and how many other people will I be meeting at this new assignment that will be looking down on me and judging me as less than Shione. I was accepted by both the Federation and Star Fleet; I had to prove myself to both and I did that, and yet here you are; an intelligent man assuming before you met me that I was somehow less.


What sort of Ambassador makes that prejudicial judgement without meeting someone first. You assumed I was a lesser being simply because of my birth; the truth now? And how many other people will I be meeting who also have this knowledge and will also be judging me as less?"


She met his gaze. "So how about we deal with this first?"


He continued to slowly shake his head from side to side as he stepped around the table closing the distance between them.


"S'hiarra..." He started then took a deep breath as he stood in front of her. He restrained his personal thoughts and thoughts to place his hands on both her shoulders attempting to calm her. He felt it would somehow do just the opposite.


"Yes, I know. I know how you came to be but first, No one betrayed you, not even my son. I, like you, am linked to my son. A link I believe he sometimes forget. He did not tell me but I felt his concern, his passion and focused all on you. He was more protective of you and at first I was not sure why. However I could sense his concern with you and how you came to be then I could see it."


He paused then took another deep breath. "And yes as you stated I created some presumptions which I already admitted to. My fatherly protective actions kicked in, as my professional judgement took a back seat. For years I protected him then for years he protected me. I felt it was my turn to protect him. However, as I stated I was wrong, I like so many protective family members, jumped to conclusions on the premises of protecting and thinking we know best for the ones we.... we love.


And to answer your other question, no or course not, this information was never shared with anyone least of all not my temporary staff not even my new, Head of Security. I have nothing to gain by telling them and it was not their need to know.


Lets put all that aside though. I have already admitted my mistake and accepted who you are. I have asked for forgiveness yet you seem to be latched on to the idea that I will be the bad guy here. It would seem you have made you presumptions of me as well but you, unlike myself, are unwilling to see that and wish to keep us struggling against each other.


If that is so there is no outcome to that in which either of us truly win. I know that if your relationship with my son were to end he would suffer and likely hold it against me. As well if for some reason he were to break ties with me I am sure that  he would still be saddened and if not outwardly secretly despise you for it. It would eat at him eventually devouring your relationship whole.


Surely you can see this. In truth you can accept my apology and my commitment to not only give my blessing for your union but for us all to work to be the family he and you want. Or you can chose to keep your misguided opinion of me and we continue to fight.


I do not wish to be antagonist to each other. You are an extraordinary woman and as I said and I am ashamed of my previous thoughts.


Again I find myself apologizing, which is rare for me so please understand the weight of it. I am sorry, for my presumptions however they were made with good intentions, which I know, much blood has been spilled with 'good intentions'. So as I do not want blood shed but unification let us be done with this or talk it to where we both understand each other. However, I came here to show my change and to change and repair my relationship with my son and create one with you. I would hope that we can move forward in that."


He took another breath then continued. "I know, as I said we are alike and that means you are a stubborn woman. However I know you are passionate and love my son so can we move past this. Can we mend and heal?" He said. Handing another napkin to her to dry her tears.


His eyes searched hers. His tone his demeanor would seem sincere. What he said was truth he was done with this and desired to get moving. There was much for him to do and this was now becoming exhausting, mentally.


== Tag S'hiarra == 

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#137410 SB/D15 - Spanky McPasternak's Bar and Grill - Main Bar

Posted by Ambassador Lorrick Sothrick on Star Date 21810.07 @ 07:21 (07:21 AM)

"Ambassador if you would be as a Father to me, then when we walk..." said the young lady as she took his offered arm. He nodded "Absolutely, my dear" Gave the Ambassador.


As they were given permission to use the adjourning room he led the pair in that direction just out of ear shot of the others before arriving in the room she continued. 

"You made quite clear to everyone who could sense the emotions that you would rather have Shione as a wife for your son. Can you understand how much that dishonors us both, as well as yourself? I would not have blamed Shione had she chosen a more physical response; as she is very protective of me; so let us deal with that first shall we?"


He fell silent for a moment as they took the last few steps and took a deep breath. She was much more observant, they were much more observant or empathic than he expected. This night was getting away from him and perhaps...


"I understand...." He took a breath to center him self. "You are correct, and all I can say is ... I" His face contorted as if a bad taste was forming in his mouth. "...I do apologize." It was obvious that he was not accustom to having to apologize.


"As your sister is protective of you as I know you two feel that you only have each other now..." He began as he continued to walk around the table after letting her arm go. "...Tourock and I are all we had and as he is protective of me so am I in what capacity I can."


He turned and looked slowly around the room "I was wrong in my first impression of you it was a... knee jerk, reaction I believe. However tonight I can see that you two have a mutual...love, respect, and passion for each other. And again Ms S'hiarra, I am attempting to apologize and give my blessing."  He said as he looked back at her.


"I found myself though reacting as my father would have. We, you and I, are not so much different. My father was of the world that marriages were still arranged. My marrying Tourock's mother infuriated my father." He said with a nod


"And despite my fathers outrage and protest I married her just the same. I  married for... love. He said as his features grew softer as if remembering something. "And I had never been happier. You clearly have that with my son. I am not proud how tonight has gone however I did have to make sure."


"I have only once other seen him this happy and protective. Even with his last fiancee I believe he was more linked with the child. Tourock is different as I am sure you know As I watch you two tonight you seem to be, hmm, how to say, his yin to your yang, to use a human expression." He continued.


"I believe, my first impression, no my thoughts of you, as I had not allowed you to give me and impression, my preformed thoughts of you were ... misguided. You... you are every bit as good as your, your sister. My son is lucky to have you and I am honored to have you as part of my family." 


"You are like me and... you might be the better part of Tourock..." He said with a hint of a smile flash across his face.


"I had made a foolish assumption that you would be ... less, than your, sister. You are not. Perhaps you are even more. I hope we can move past an old mans foolishness and over protectiveness the same I am sure you would do for... your, sister." He stood and stretched out his hand.


"As you said I would be a father to you, and I would be honored to be your father."


== Tag S'hiarra == 

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#133015 PI/D01 - Command Center

Posted by Cdr Acenvar Crystillin on Star Date 21806.22 @ 04:51 (04:51 AM)

==To start it off I guess.==


Everything was shiny. Lights no longer flickered and the absence of constant buzzing of incoming ships seemed almost alien. Outside the windows, Worker Bees zoomed back and forth soldering sheets of metal together and riveting the external plating. Goliath construction vessels loitered further away occasionally lending a helping hand. There weren’t as many construction ships as there were before, but still a substantial amount. Pioneer was the forefront station in exploration, Commodore Tregelen was in charge of the station although what that meant entirely was unknown to Acenvar; usually, a Captain would take command of a station like this, but Star Fleet Command must have thought this task too important. He didn’t even know the Status of the Commodore. Whether he was on board or taking a trip to Risa. Then the Admirals. Acenvar only knew Jal would be incorporated into this somehow, other than that he didn’t know of the Admirals coming to the Outpost just yet. He had arrived a bit earlier than most of the senior officers to oversee the final construction projects on the station.


“Commander Crystillin,” familiar was the voice, for once more Alvina Locke had been dragged along to help with the base’s operations. “Engineering has finished repairing that communications cluster.”


“Excellent,” he said in returning, spinning on his heel to retrieve the PADD she held. 


“Also, your family has arrived and has already set up in your quarters.”


I hope their travels went well.


“Lieutenant,” Acenvar pointed at a row of the registry on the ship roster. “Are you sure this list is correct?”


Almost in a surprised voice, she confirmed. He had to look over them one more time. It seemed Alvina wasn’t the only one being dragged along. Among the list was the USS Ozaki with Zephyr Praise as First Officer, and the USS Gettysburg where Jennifer Braggins was FO under the fire-sprite Tyra Crawford. It seemed the entire Avenger crew was once again convening, even Doctor Ohmsford was making an appearance on the Copernicus. He handed the PADD back off to her and confront the small flight of stairs to reach the Main table. This assignment would be much easier than coordinating Starbase Bravo--most likely--logically speaking there would be fewer ships to take care of. Security, however, was going to be most interesting. His job wasn’t just staring at ship placement of course, with his security clearance he also handled the stations' Intelligence portfolio, albeit the station was so new it didn’t have one. He could advise on many situations, that was if anyone showed up on the Command Deck to advise. The holographic display of the base was interrupted every view seconds by a small wave of the hologram refreshing. Another jink in the system, but it did not create any lack in efficiency. Small drones wisped around the station although fewer than in the last hour.


The first wave of ships will be arriving soon.


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#131983 --Federation Space Donations & Financial Reports

Posted by Alexis Tregelen on Star Date 21805.30 @ 12:16 (12:16 PM)

Please note that the donation link has changed. If you have any saved bookmarks or regular donations please remove them and use the link in the first post of this thread.

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#104265 Word of the Month (WotM)!

Posted by Joshua Barnett on Star Date 21612.26 @ 16:18 (04:18 PM)

3 entries this month, and because I'm feeling holiday generosity EVERY submission gets the 50 points, the free weekend at the Nausicaan Spa on Rigel VI, and a lifetime supply of Ferengi Tube Grubs (minus the shipping cost of 5,000 credits per month, of course).


So, who are these lucky people?


None other than:

LCDR Ducote

LCDR Tucker

LT(JG) Robert


Now, for the new Word of the Month!

noun: tegmentum; plural noun: tegmenta
  1. a region of gray matter on either side of the cerebral aqueduct in the midbrain.




#157822 Fringes of Federation Space, Alpha Quadrant

Posted by Lt (JG) 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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