All Green With Envy Of DS19's New Barmaid

With the recent regeneration of DS19, expect to see a few new faces appearing around the station. One you may notice is a cute Orion barmaid serving the drinks with her stimulating chat and a bird called loony perches precariously on her head.

If you see her on one of your journeys to Quarks Bar, say "Hi" and order one of the many drinks from the replicator.

spacewalk, cakewalk?

DS19 Station log, 2012-02-20, Commodore RoBobby McMillan reporting.

Whoever said that members of the admiralty didn't have to do the dirty work, was lying. One of the communication antennae of Deep Space 19, Prospero Station, was damaged, which meant that while we could still communicate with Starfleet, our signal wasn't as strong as it could be. And since it's station regulation to make sure everyone gets enough zero-g training, I was selected to repair it. Figures.

Sure, it was just a repair like thousands of others. I could do it in my sleep. But I decided to do the sensible thing: to take my time and do a systems check of the easy to access systems outside of the station. It'd take me a while, but at least it'd save me from doing another trip.

It didn't take me long to repair the communications antenna. It was just a matter of realigning it manually, and making sure that next time it could be done automatically. Checking the other systems though. . . now that took more of an effort. I had to float down to the bottom of the station to check the station's core eject mechanism, and then I had to go all the way to one of the lower pylons to make sure the sensor arrays were properly calibrated.

And that was where all the trouble started. I must have accidentally triggered a signal, since all of a sudden, next to me, a container materialised. I recognised it: it was one of those containers the Academy Air Corps used to ferry from here to the USS Tom Paris. This one was a bit different though. It displayed a message that I only had 10 minutes to bring it to the Paris, or it would. . . explode!

I contacted OPS, but there was no response. The crate had some explosives in it that apparently interfered with the comm-signals. Either that, or I hadn't repaired the communications antenna as well as I thought. That didn't matter now though: in less than 10 minutes, this entire lower pylon would be destroyed by the explosion.

I had to act quickly. I tried to push the container off, but it seemed to be magnetically attached to the hull. I wasted a total of three minutes on this, so that I only had 7 minutes remaining. There was still no response from OPS, nor from the AAC... so I decided to take matters into my own hands. One way or another, this container would have to go.

I floated back to one of the docking rings as fast as I could. I entered and took the turbolift to the promenade. There were some strange looks directed at me as I ran by Quark's in a full spacesuit, but that couldn't be helped. I managed to contact OPS as I made my way to the second turbolift, telling them to beam the container away. Apparently whatever interfered with communications also interfered with the transporters... so that was out of the question.

As I made my way down to the AAC's shuttlebay here in DS19, I found myself wondering how much time I had wasted getting here. I took the first shuttle I could find that was large enough to house the container, and I flew outside. When I reached the lower pylon with this container on it, I saw that I was almost out of time: I had 3 minutes remaining.

This was a problem. I must confess, I'm no good at flying. Never was. Even in training, I got shot down all the time. There was one thing I did excel in though: stacking containers. But that was with a specialised shuttlecraft. And it was on the ground. Now I was in space with a shuttlecraft I wasn't familiar with, trying to scoop up an explosive container.

As I opened the rear hatch, I was glad I still had my spacesuit on. The atmosphere escaped from the shuttle, as I brought it closer to the container. Two minutes remaining. I tapped the controls to gently fly the shuttle backwards to scoop up the container... but instead the shuttle collided with it at quite some speed. It could have been the lack of training, or the thick space suit gloves... I don't know. Still, the container hadn't exploded just yet. And the collision had caused the magnetic locks to be broken. It was now floating away... slowly.

One minute remaining. I flew towards the container again, once again trying to scoop it up... but I failed, only pushing the container away more. I watched in shock as the container got grabbed by the planet's gravity. With less than a minute to go, the explosive container plummeted down into the Sovereign area of Galaxy Fleet Command. I quickly pursued as fast as I could.

However, I was too late. Right in front of me I saw an explosion, followed by a shockwave. I managed to bring the shuttle under control, and landed it on the beach in Sovereign. Pieces of debris had to have fallen down here somewhere. I decided that since I had a spacesuit on anyway, I had better take a look under water...

Thankfully, I couldn't find any debris. It turns out GFC and DS19 have escaped a major catastrophe. I'd like to think I had some doing in preventing a disaster, but then again, I might have accidentally caused this to happen as well. Well, we'll let JAG be the judge of that. Right now, I'm just glad that it's over.

Note to self: take some more piloting lessons.

This was Commodore RoBobby McMillan, signing off.

To DS19 in a blimp

There are times when I think to myself... 'what if', followed by some crazy scenario. This usually happens when I'm bored, like earlier today. "What if," I thought to myself, "I rezzed this small blimp and went all the way to DS19?"

Of course, transporting there would be much easier, but where would the fun be in that? So, I stood onto my blimp, left the Sandbox, entered Sovereign, and went up... up... and up some more!

Up, up, and up some more!

I went so far that I passed the USS Paris. By that time the air had disappeared, so I quickly put on my Starfleet issue spacesuit. I went up some more, realising that this blimp might have been the strangest vehicle the Paris' sensors had picked up in ages. Well, except for the paper plane. And the personal helicopter. And... Never mind.

Strange vehicle? Nah...

Finally, I reached DS19's sensor range. The officers on duty had to be pretty astonished to see a single guy on a small blimp, next to this gigantic spacestation.

Small blimp, big station.

About to dock...

I was just about to dock, when I noticed something from the corner of my eyes. That is the thing with blimps: they don't have sensor arrays, so I had to move in closer to find out what this 'something' actually was. To my surprise, I passed into the Constellation sim. And then I saw it...

Then I saw it... this doesn't look right?

The insides of DS19, without any floors! I noticed the AAC's base, the promenade... even Quark's bar! It was an interesting sight, to be sure.

However, I wouldn't recommend going there. Not only do you fall through where the floors used to be... the service in the second Quark's is horrible. I didn't even get offered a drink! Not that it would have made any difference of course: if I'd take off my helmet to take a sip, I'd suffocate...Apparently, for a successful bar, you'd need an atmosphere.

Lousy bar!

Who'd have thought?

DS19 version 2!

Mission: "Double Trouble"

Computer... begin log.

Lt.Cmdr K. Juliesse. Stardate 111102.1

After a bit of HALO jump training I resumed my post aboard USS Paris. A transmission was received over a secure channel. It turns out that an old acquaintance wanted to pass along information to me without official channel interference. What initially seemed a laughable matter turned out to be a grave situation and what I initially thought was a hat on his head turned out to be something completely different.

According to said proprietor, who's name shall be withheld to protect his interests and honor the prearranged agreement, Tribbles have been breeding aboard DS19 station. After rambling on about self interests and loss of profits for a significant waste of time, he continued with more important information. "You don't understand. This isn't just an issue of breeding fur-balls. They........... explode."

A scan of a specimen beamed aboard confirmed the augmented alteration of DNA with a highly combustive proteins that are triggered by a sequence of follicle nerve stimuli . In other words. Pet the tribble you get blown to pieces. How they got on the station and what the intent is unknown. An act of terrorism? An experiment gone wrong? A fatal fraternity prank? I can only speculate. Either way, the...... tribble bombs, for lack of a better term, will lure innocents under federation watch and come to harm. This cannot be allowed. Captain James T. Kirk only had ONE bomb to look for and it was a device.

This time.... the tribbles themselves explode. Kamikaze Tribbles.... Who would have thought. Perhaps the Klingons will hate the tribbles a tiny bit less .... then again it isn't the Tribbles with a cause to die in honor. It's someones sinister plot to wreak havoc.

USS Paris is on a routine training mission within an asteroid field for pilot combat maneuvers and dilithium deposit mining. To birds with one stone. Or rather Two stones with one bird.

Our mission is to clear the asteroid field and head to DS19 to deal with the problem. Gather specimens and .... dispose of the rest.

Mission begins at 00:00 hours SLT. Wensday/Thursday cross over. All AAC personnel and guests welcome to join us. We'll need all the help we can get.

Galaxy Fleet Command

Lieutenant Commander

Kaori ..::K::.. Juliesse

AAC Sunday

Further to their Wednesday and Thursdays RP and flying event the Academy Air Corp (AAC) have added a Sunday event to their arsenal giving some joy to those of us in Europe. Now we can go mano a mano with the best the GFC piloting fraternity can throw at us.

To kick of this European friendly event Sodak Xeltentat gathered a rag tag team of members for a briefing under the watchful gaze of  AAC lead Emilie DeSantis. There the crew were informed this event would be a parachute exercise. Their instructions were simple, leap from the cargo bay in DS19 down to the parachute landing pad at the end of the USS Paris. That should have been easy enough, like falling off a space station.

Actually the reality was a little bit different. Gokyu Ugajin stood at the doors of the cargo bay, encouraging the brave (In that knee knocking sense of the word) band of participants to step off the edge and remember to pull their parachutes at 1500 meters.

Now, the problem with trying to do a story about the AAC whilst leaping off the end of a space station is you want to get some pictures, that requires you to line up your shots, get the right angles to make the pictures look ultra cool. Unfortunately it works more like this.

2500M - Jump out of station
2200M - Damn, shot not lined up
2000M - Trying to spin camera round, laggggg.
1900M - Just a bit closer now...
1700M - If I can get a nice angle, this would look really cool.
1200M - wait a sec wasn't I suppose to pull at 1500m?
1000M - Not got the shot and the ground is coming in very fast...Maybe I should pull the cord.
800M   - Oh there's someone above me, they missed the paris aswell, I wonder who it can be?
400M   - I can see my office from here.
100M   - Ok landed on the ground....Hi Emilie, you missed the Paris as well.

Emilie and I dusted ourselves off and  tried again. This time I wasn't going to worry about taking photos. I leaped the Cargo bay like a depressed lemming, felt the wind blowing through my hair and fell at free fall speed. When 1500M came I pulled my chute and glided slowly down, now I could steer my parachute toward the Paris as I waited for it to come into view.

Once the Paris landing target was glimpsed it was gentle tapping to navigate myself down toward a red spot inside a circle. That was my target, the closer you got the more nervous you get as you know you can do it but suddenly you panic, over compensate and you land away from the red dot. But for my first proper jump (I wiped the previous jump from attempt memory) I landed in the second circle which isn't bad to say the least. I'm not sure debs even landed on or near the paris in the whole event.

My second attemp was one better as this time I landed in the inner circle just inches away from the red target dot. So I could at least say at the end of the day I made a respectable jump.

A few other members made jumps to be proud of during the event and Kal Aie even tested the theory of jumping out of the paris and seeing if he could land with in the circle at free fall speed....The answer to your question is, no, he missed it, but did make a thumping noise when he hit the floor.

To draw the RP to a close there was one final task. This was to jump from the Paris down to the Teleport pad outside the tactical area. Now that was a challenge I couldn't resist. I did my customary swan dive from the cargo bay and let my chute rip when I saw the whites of the Sovereign buildings down below.

Now I was far more comfortable with the controls and made my way slowly down toward the teleport pad suddenly realizing as I got closer how small it was considering the distance I came from, but I carefully lined up my descent and BINGO, I hit the target landing right at the edge of the pad.

Once again the AAC delivered a fascinating and truly entertaining event, if you haven't attended one yet especially if its too late for your timezone then give the Sunday event a try, you wont be disappointed.

Debs and I left the event and thought we'd walk to the Aeon Sandbox sporting our new fashion accessory the "Rear Chute Attachment", sexier than a belt and more comfortable than a cod piece.

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DS19's secret

We all know it. We all saw it. In DS19's Operations center, there is a turbolift covered by a forcefield. Where that turbolift goes though, nobody knows. Well, perhaps the senior staff, but will they tell us? No!

As you have read in this blog, I've once before tried to get through the shield. I failed miserably. However, today I decided to try again. At exactly 2.50 PM SLT on august 4th, I beamed on board, with a plan! It was simple, yet daring. If I'd get caught, it could cost me my rank. But curiosity had to be satisfied!

First, I went to deck 3: Engineering. There was nobody in sight. Good. As quickly as I could, I added a small program to the computer systems. It was designed to give me a the password to beam into the shield. Many Ferengi received lots of Latinum to get me that...

At the Engineering console...

But finally, I got it. The transportercode. I couldn't believe my luck. I quickly made my way out of Engineering, but not before I deleted the program. Nobody would ever find it... After that, I hurried to the Promenade, and accessed the transporter.

Transporter...

I re-materialised exactly where I wanted to be: inside the forcefield. My plan was working!

Exactly where I wanted!

The turbolift started to move, and before I knew it, I was... well, I don't know. My recording equipment malfunctioned, and the world around me seemed to spin around. I remember seeing consoles of some sort, but they didn't seem familiar... and then I must have passed out.

I woke up here, in DS19's holding cells. I have no idea how I got here, or who put me here. I was curious as to how long I was out, so I asked the computer for the time... and guess what it said?

The time is now 2.50 PM SLT, august 4th.

I'm telling you, I'm not making this up! You've got to believe me: there's more going on at DS19 than meets the eye! Go out there, explore, find out the secret... but first, release me please!

Trapped!

Down Time

Greetings all

G-man here once again
Sometimes when i'm sitting here in front of my computer thinking about what to write in this blog, I wonder what the readers think about it. I see we have a high number of hits so someone is reading it. But I wonder, is it just people from GFC? People who know about it, and like to see what's going on? Or are there others out that, that see it and think "oh no, star trek. Aren't those the ones who wear uniforms and have circles on their collars and call each other captain and do that Spock salute?" Well there definitely is some of that, though i've never see the Spock salute gesture. ((if anyone has it let me know, i want it bad *grins*))
But really all GFC is about is the people. Just people gathering together in a place they love, and wanting to be around other people that share their interests. They want to be able to say to others, "hey remember that funny looking robot called Nomad?" or "hey what was that gas cloud called that kept Zephram Cochran alive all those years?" ((it was the Companion *winks)) And others know what their talking about. No different than people talking about that 7/10 split they picked up the night before, or the Royal Flush they got in cards. Just people talking to other people about the things they know and love, and having them understand what it means to them.

The one thing I do wish we had more of though were parties. Times when we just show up and hang out, and dance, and talk, and have fun. Everyone here in GFC works hard. Just come and take a look around and see all that we have and you know how hard people work. From the beautiful buildings, to the scripted items and vehicles that we love. The uniforms. The work that goes into teaching new people about GFC in the classes. The security people that stand watches to keep the sims safe and clean. To the people that plan and put on role plays for the enjoyment of all. Everyone who has made GFC their home works extremely hard and I am Proud and Honored to know them all. But I do miss just for fun, down time parties. Scheduled things like a Tuesday Twofer night with themes like best in wings or best superhero. Or a Friday morning coffee with DJ Gandalf, playing just the tunes you want. When I first came into SL, I was involved in alot of these and they were always so much fun.
But we still do party. *grins* And when we do they turn out pretty darned good! Like last night for instance. It was another lazy tuesday evening. Not much going on. Our big Bi-Annual ball is coming up on saturday, so there were alot of meetings and last minute things to iron out. Sodak had finished the big AAC movie that will be premiered at the ball. And I think you all will love it! Anyway Sodak and I decided to have a drink in Quark's, and they were playing great 80's music, so I invited our lovely Andorian Lillian, or Z as she is called now to come Dance. And before I knew it we had a regular party going on!

Next thing you knew, Yaz our resident Klingon female showed up and showed off her pole dancing skills. Dustin turned into his dragon form and lit up the dance floor like a big ole disco ball

Snapper our Resident "evil scientist" showed up and showed us some moves. Even our stern "no nonsense" security chief Sereana showed up, and entertained us with her tidbits of wisdom. And I do believe she even cracked a smile or two

And our Beautiful Strategic Operations Leader Phedre was there, showing us what she had. And of course myself. I'm the big and bright blue guy. I really was on fire that evening *smiles*

All in all, it was a wonderful impromptu event. Everyone had fun, and we just danced our cares away while listening to wonderful music, and enjoyed being with people who love the things we do. Life doesn't get much better than that!
Until next time

G-Man

MicroAv's hit the skies

Anti MicroAv SL law came into force today and the AAC were forced under duress to allow very small av into the division, many dissenting voices claimed it made a mocker of the aircorp and some builders moaned "We'll have to make the seats biggers now".

Debates have raged over whether they should just put a steering wheel on the dashboard and forego raising the seats at all. An arranged interview with one of the MicroAv's had to be cancelled because our reporter couldn't find a magnify glass strong each to see them or safe enough not to set them alight when the sun was reflected through it.

A spokes person for the "MicroAv's Right to be heard campaign group" speech was thought to have sounded so low that no one could hear them, but  afew people claimed they heared a squeak, a burp and a rat like nibbling sound.

It has been reported that two demonstrations will be held in the GFC next week, the "Don't step on me campaign" followed later in the day by the "Don't kick sand on me" march which is rumored to be taking place somewhere in the sandbox....if you can find them..

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Message from the future!

DS19 is hailing us.

The transmission is from Admiral Jimmy Vehrous.

We are only getting fractions of the message, it's fluctuating.

The message has a time variance.

It's from the Future!

"GalaxyFleetCommand, do you hear me?

"The Borg are attacking the Alpha Quadrant, and have caused a rift in time"

"I am using the last bit of power that DS19 has to offer to send you this message"

"The Borg have trampled the Alpha Quadrant, we couldn't stop them"

"Before they destoryed GFC, we found a buried fighter shuttle, one not seen before in our history"

"We called it the Gryphon; an extremely advanced craft, one which may be able to defeat the Borg"

"We believe the Borg set GFC of out time into a sort of Subspace time inversion field"

"Things were posing up everywhere, from 21st century cars, to technology we hadn't seen before"

"We of course didn't have enough time to reverse engineer any of this stuff, so we sent a message"

"We had the holo emitter of Richardjrn Weatherwax ... It hurts, but it ceased to work years ago"

"We used it to send a message back in time to the user of that device, in your time"

"We hope that he was able to build the Gryphon, and hopefully save the Alpha Quadrant"

"By my estimates the Borg will not attack in your time for another 5 years"

"We wanted to give you plenty of warning"

"Please, you must save GalaxyFleetCommand"

"I've sent you information about the Gryphon just in case Richard did not receive our message"

"I want to clarify the extent of the Borg threat"

"Admiral snapper Desade was killed in action when the U.S.S. SellTa was destroyed "

"Vice Admiral Debbydo has been missing in action for roughly 5 months"

"Vice Admiral Gokyu Ugajin was killed during the final battle of Bajor"

"Ambassador Kal, died when the Klingon fleet fell"

"Captain Sodak fell when the U.S.S. Paris was destroyed defending Vulcan"

"Captain Gandalf Nakamura fell while defending the GFC Museum"

"Commodre Kaori Juliesse, Captain Starr Jetamie, Captain Tomas Aker, Captain Robobby McMillian, Captain Birdie Ireland, Commander Malic Skytower, Commander Dustin Thunderstorm and many other GFC crew killed during the battle and fall of the Sol system"

"Please heed my call!"

"Admiral Phedre Aionfall and myself will defend DS19 for as long as possible"

"She is alive, commanding the last known Federation vessel the U.S.S. Dentdelion"

"Please, save the Alpha Quadrant"

"This is the end"

"Admiral Jimmy Vehrous out"

I am extremely unsure why I felt it necessary to write this rather morbid post, however I enjoyed it, I hope that you do too.

Jimmy Vehrous.

Freeze Frame of GFC Blooper Video Released.

Sparroe - DS19 - R % R

As members of the GFC news blog, we get inside access to special information earlier than the usual public release.

Today's special information was the sneak peak to the upcoming Blooper reel!

As you can see below miss Sparroe looks like she is having difficulty displaying what she calls "Dance skills taught to her by Mikhil Baryshnikov himself!" However actually she just took a tumble and this picture was taken "Mid-fall".

But, this picture joins archives and archives of similar photo's of our Avatars looking ... not so glamorous. 

But what is important is that these photo's are a memory, a history, a legend, we are making the footsteps in the sand.

One day when this Blog may ... or may not be disused, someone will stumble across it a follow the footsteps.

Welcome to GFC History Folks!

It's here to stay!

(Please note: Blooper reel is fictional, Only used for content)

Can you see how things can be misinterpreted?

I make mistakes,

you make mistakes, 

we all make mistakes,

and we always forget this fact!

Sometimes a little bit of Self analysis is in order,

instead of pointing out these mistakes

what can we do to help them correct it?

GFC is a communal effort,

We cannot ridicule one another for mistake making,

Let's drop the hostility and unite, 

Live the Dream.

Written By, 

Jimmy Vehrous

&

snapper Desade

...

But mainly Jimmy

Quarks RP Fridays at 10am slt!!

DS 19 has been renovated and is now positioned near Al Raquis. (Think outside the box) Captain Phedre Aonifall and her First Officer Jim are lounging in Quark's after a nice tour of the renovations. The lovely green skinned bartender keeps conversation with the locals as she serves up some colorful cocktails.

Come join our newest rp and see what exciting things will be discovered or uncovered :)

Orion's know how to party

There are two things the orions are know for.

1. Knowing how to enjoy themselves
2. Making you know they know how to enjoy themselves

AAC pilots found that out after a hard days training. They wanted nothing more than to relax in DS19 with a glass of replicated liquid that insists in masquerading as a drink, the camaraderie, backslapping of pilots and regaling each other with stories of maneuvers  they'd performed no more than twenty minutes ago as if they were retelling tails of their youth.

Orion's were the last thing they wanted to see as the adrenalin pumped through their veins and that drink masquerading as a liquid substance slid down their throats boasting an aftertaste so potent that even Klingon's are known to pour it into the nearest flower pot when no one is looking.

Of couse non of this was any concern of the two Orion's unashamedly  gyrating to the tones of  sounds they had requested being played across the bars tannoy system which resembled two drunken cardassians hitting a triangle with a spoon, but that was enough for the Orions to find some rhythm out of it to grace DS19's dance pole in a sensual and public display of courtship.

Though our AAC pilots were oblivious,these weren't just any Orions, whispers in the sandy regions of Al Raqis and Botany Bay II suggest our vegetable coloured friend had influence....So what were they doing here?

Some members of the bar sat quietly as the proceedings unfolded, they  were less oblivious and more suspicious of their visit and intended to keep a close eye on our friend from the planet below. 

Obtained security camera footage 1 2

Priority One Message from DS19

Incoming message from Lt.Cmdr Vehrous

This is Lt.Cmdr Vehrous, First Officer of DS19, please patch me through to Strategic Operations . . .

To whom it may concern,

Myself and snapper Desade travelled to Al Raqis this week, Botany Bay II to be precise. snapper beamed down first, I followed suit shortly after, and we made our way into the medical complex due to the congregation of  several persons there.

We began talking with the medical officer there, the one who had given us abuse the last time we visited this part of the region. It did not help that snapper Desade decided that it was a good idea to tell the Doctor that her medical bay was slightly "sparse" on his last visit. She was not in the best mood. Apparently a Mr Malic, had visited Botany Bay a few hours before and annoyed some of the local severally. We knew that these people did not take kindly to annoyances. 

We left the facility in a panic, it all went very quick, I shouted "Delta Flyer" just to direct my fellow officer. We ran! We jumped in and flew away from Botany Bay as fast as the impulse engines would take us, settling behind a sand dune in the desert. The sun was blazing in and  I could hear the faint sound of engines as another vessel began to pursue. We took off, weaving in and out of the sand structures that had formed over night, swerving to miss phaser blasts as the pursuing ship opened fire. 

. . . 

We got away, we passed through a region border, which we all know can be a little bumpy. We landed in Splintered Rock, under the huge landing area for the Spice Mining Facility. We waited and began repairs on the shuttle. Too Late.

           

We were caught, by these three. They're names eluding me. Me and my faithful companion snapper Desade standing there, drew our weapons. Bad Plan! They began shouting, shooting at the area around our feet, shouting some more. I nodded to snapper and we dropped our weapons, and our combadge's to the floor, unknowing what would follow The wanted us to strip down to our "bare" minimums, but there was not a chance of that.

  

I ran.

Stunning bursts passed across my shoulders and bellow my arms as I legged it for escape.

I failed.

snapper must have been knocked down as well, I don't know. We have not had time to de-brief the situation. When I woke. Medical Officer Malic. AAC Pilots Colin and Dustin and Klingon Ambassador Kal had arrived to offer assistance. 

As of this moment,

Al Raqis has to be deemed Hostile.

I do not believe this should be end of our visits here though.

It will be something I talk to Commander Aionfall About.

I will be continuing my mission in Al Raqis.

Thanks for your time.

Vehrous Out.

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