One quibble, Khan and his people were dumped on Ceti Alpha V, and it was Ceti Alpha VI that exploded, you got your planets backwards.
Thanks for reading and providing feedback! Since they number planets from the innermost to outermost, I figured the Reliant 'lost count' when one went missing...
The Traveler and Westley are standing in a corridor discussing how thought and reality are intertwined when they are interrupted.
Mike: "Excuse me, do you mind moving?"
::Time Stop::
Traveler: "This is a perfect example Mike think that the universe needs to be kept clean so?"
Westley: "Because he thinks the universe needs to be cleaned there is a mess to begin with."
Mike: "Not quite. I know the universe needs to be in the process of becoming clean. Now I have some work to do. A federation captain is messing with time again, another mess the two of you caused. Now go before I clean the two of you out of existence."
Westley and The Traveler Blink out of this moment in time.
::Time resumes::
Ensign: "Excuse me sir. What's with all the we floor signs?"
Mike: "Exactly that the floor is wet."
A TAIL OF WESLEY & THE TRAVEL
Afew years afater Council Moartok was killed & J'mpok take over the the klingon empire & decrease war on the fedation. There was a smal world 7 rare metal alloys & a native locals in the the
medium of the fedation & the klingon space was dicscovered by both the federation & the klingons.Not long afterlong afterboth sides landed troopers& mining workers. Wesley & the Travertry to
help the local natives to keep a balance inbetween the Federation & the klingongs.As wthe Traveler & Wesley was forced to watch a once peaceful world with afew small world with afew small
quick warsin a life time.Turn to 3 sides Fedation allied, Klingon Allied & a large groupthat stay peaceful, without need saying the whole planet was a war zone for it 7 rare alloys in it dirt.
Secretly underground the peaceful natives just wanted peace to mine the 7 rare metal alloys as much as they could.The problem was themore all 3 sides mined the planet, more deterioting it becomeas
earthqack was becoming ever more continuaslly.After a yearof the start of the warover the planetrare resources.There was underground area far from the battle zones.Named the safe ground for
peaceful natives that wanted nothing to do with the war Including Wesley & the Travaler.As the Fedation side & the klingon side was racking up bodies counts. Secretly Wesley & the Traveler was
making plans with the others peaceful leader natives trying to keep a balance for there people saftly.Over time period of afew monthswith Wesley &the Traveler leading in a secret projectto get
all the peaceful local natives off world with allthe rare metal alloys that they mined for over a year. 1st step was to designthe colony ship. The 2nd step was to biuld the colony ship Flame,
decks layout,Hull with the rare matels that was mined with no problems or microfactures in it.Wesley & the Traveler Engineering teams was making the neededsystem parts for the colony ship.
As earth quack was ever more increasing each day.Welsey & the Traveler engeering teams couldn't make all the needed system & parts, left with no optains but to steal the needed systems & parts
from the Fedation & the Klingons to integrating them into the colony ship.By time thefedation & the Klingon connect the dots.The colony ship was completed by Welsey & the Traveler engeering
teams.Hours before a jointed attack them, they espcape on the colony ship open through a secret hungar bay door into space. Just as a target lock was on them Weslsry & the Traveler used
there power to jump the ship to the Delta Quadrant.
For his entire life Wesley Crusher had felt like an outsider. He'd been too smart to relate to his peers and, despite being valued for his intelligence aboard the Enterprise, he knew the crew still viewed him as a child. Even as he grew into an adult his classmates viewed him as privileged and garnering special favor because of his experiences aboard the Federation's flagship.
By the time he met the Traveler on Dorvan V, he was depressed, lonely, and on his way to failing out of Starfleet Academy. The meeting gave him a purpose, a companion, a new hope that he might finally find happiness and satisfaction in his life. He left with the Traveler, to explore the unknown, bursting with excitement over the opportunity.
That excitement was short lived. The Traveler, who's real name was the quite pronounceable "Chad", was kind of a TRIBBLE. He took great delight in wasting the time of "lesser beings". It made so much sense when Wesley thought back on how Chad had stoked Kosinski's ego, convincing him he'd designed a revolutionary engine. He'd used that same ruse to waste the Enterprise crew's time testing the stupid thing. In retelling the story, laughing heartily, Chad revealed that even his presumed weakness during the incident was nothing more than an act designed to cause them all greater distress. Now that Chad had someone he considered a peer to explore with, he dropped his benevolent façade entirely, but he did keep true to his promise to teach Wesley more about his abilities.
As Chad busied himself gleefully knocking planets slightly out of orbit, just enough to make their clocks noticeably incorrect, Wesley daydreamed about his old home in the Alpha Quadrant. As Chad had taught him, he visualized time as a rolled up rug. He mentally unfurled it, revealing the past, present, and future of the Alpha Quadrant in turn. At first he smiled, the achievements of humanity past and present laid before him in a way only he could experience. Then as the future rolled out before his mind's eye, a deep frown settled on his youthful features. What he saw shook him to the core.
Conflict after conflict. First the Klingons and the Federation, a battle that would leave all the major powers bruised and vulnerable. Then it just kept going. Even if all the major powers combined their might in the end, they would not survive.
Wesley scrambled for a plan to help his home. He was not a Q. There were limits to what he could do. He couldn't create matter, simply alter it. Building ships wasn't feasible, requiring him to turn inert matter into parts, and then those parts into ships, and then transport them. It would be a monumental effort and, even then, he'd be able to send a few thousand ships at best. Not to mention he'd have to work on it non-stop and that was sure to irritate Chad to the point of sabotage.
Wesley still cringed when he remembered the time he'd spent a couple days helping irrigate the agricultural world of Sarno VI to stave off their record setting drought. Chad became so bored and annoyed at losing his "friend" that he'd convinced the population to water their crops with a popular sports drink. Wesley had watched impotently as the inhabitants ran "Brawndo" brand drink through his masterfully constructed irrigation equipment. He shook his head silently in frustration and tried to push the Alpha Quadrant problem to the back of his mind for the moment.
On a visit to Sacritor Prime, the bureaucracy capitol of the Sacritor sector, it was Chad who proved to be an accidental source of inspiration. The red-tape planet was thrown into chaos when every pen (the only approved instrument for signing official documents) disappeared. Of course, they hadn't actually disappeared, only been altered to microscopic size. As the inhabitants organized emergency meetings, and generally rushed frantically from office to office, Chad turned to Wesley excitedly.
"Pretty sweet, eh Brah?"
Wesley stretched his lips across his teeth tightly, putting on a strained smile "Yeah, sick dude". He rolled his eyes when Chad looked away.
As Chad transported himself away, still chuckling Wesley quickly grew the pens to their proper size, sparing the Sacritor sector from total societal collapse.
It was then that an idea struck him. Building ships wouldn't work, but what if he stole ships from other galactic power and shrunk them? Not only would it make them easier to transport and distribute, but he could weaken the Alpha Quadrant enemies at the same time, helping to further even the odds. The very next world, Lysen IV, provided the final piece for Wesley's plan. It was a post-scarcity society, but not in the way the Federation worlds had become that way. Every single resource, aside from air, was carefully rationed and cataloged in crates by a central computer. Each crate was biometrically flagged, openable only by the intended recipient. Every transaction on Lysen IV was governed by these crates, from a mother feeding her family to an office worker getting a shiny new pen. Every single item had a chain of custody log that had all but eliminated fraud.
"Hey! I'm going to TRIBBLE in a bunch of these boxes!" Chad's voice echoed in Wesley's brain like nails on a chalkboard. His plan complete, he decided it was time to put it into action.
"Hey douchebag, I'm going to go do my own thing for a bit. See you in a few months!" With that, Wesley vanished.
He recalled the Barzan Wormhole from his time on the Enterprise. It had one entrance, near Barzan II, and its endpoint jumped unpredictably, making it useless for most purposes but suitable for Wesley's plan. He arrived to find it destabilized. He glanced into the past to discover how it had been done. "Oh," he thought, "Janeway. Of course. She was probably looking for coffee, that animal." He and Chad had taken a Delta Quadrant tour a few years back. It had been like following the path of a tornado that had gained a lunatic form of sentience. The damage left in her wake was indescribable.
He rolled his eyes, shrugged off the memory, and searched for a convenient theoretical exit point for the wormhole. Finding one, he re-stabilized the wormhole (an easy task for him), and reversed its cosmic polarity so that it would remain stable on his end, while the exit point in the Alpha Quadrant would jump. Then he set up shop in a large asteroid base and began his great work.
First, he traveled the cosmos stealing ships like a master thief. He'd effortlessly transport himself to a ship in drydock, shrink it, and put it in a sack. Then he'd travel back in time one second and steal it again. Contrary to popular temporal belief, the universe doesn't explode when faced with a paradox. Wesley had no problem stealing the earlier ship while still having the later ship in his sack. Of course, it didn't help much with the whole "weaken the enemy" portion of his plan but it did enable him to amass a lot of ships quickly. Temporal mechanics made Wesley feel strange, but also good. He gathered ships for several weeks, as he perceived weeks, then moved on to the next part of his plan.
Secluded in his asteroid base, he altered scrap into a machine to manufacture biometric crates similar to the ones he'd seen on Lysen IV. Unexpectedly, this was the chokepoint in his plan. The crates took significantly longer to make than the ships took to steal. Once he built the machine, though, he (quite easily) bypassed the security of all the major powers in the Alpha Quadrant to link their military databases to the boxes. The intended effect, and Wesley was certain it would work, was to grant any Admiral in the Alpha Quadrant the ability to open the box and use the included instructions to "grow" the ship. They'd have a brand new, combat ready, vessel. A steady stream of these boxes, in the right hands, should be enough to help turn the tide of the conflicts to come.
Ten thousand ships, shrunken, biometrically boxed, and dropped into the Barzan Wormhole. The wormhole would vomit them across the Alpha and Beta quadrants, but they'd only be useful to allies of the Alpha Quadrant. He took a moment to glance into the future and smiled with satisfaction. His plan would work. The powers that needed them, would get the ships. It would help them survive. He gave himself a mental pat on the back.
"Well, this looks like another problem that Crusher…crushed!" He felt a little disappointed that no one was there to hear his new catchphrase. He disappeared to search for Chad.
He was too far away to hear Chad's muttered "Shut up, Wesley" as he bent over Wesleys new machine and made a few, key, alterations.
On a remote outpost, Lort, a Ferengi businessman was cursing his fortune. He'd invested heavily in nearly useless "skill training" devices, barely lucrative dilithium "claims" for the Vlugta asteroid field, and beautiful orange crystals that his idiot subordinate "Lobi" had insisted would make them both rich. Of course, the orange crystals turned out to hold no industrial value at all. Lort's only comfort was that the entire quadrant knew those were Lobi's crystals. He glowered, trying to think of a way to get rid of all the junk, along with all the slaves he'd collected at a time when such practices were heavily frowned upon.
Just then, a brilliant explosion of color bloomed just outside his window. Checking his sensors, he saw a wormhole had opened, expelled thousands of small objects, and then closed. As he prepared to get to the shuttle bay to launch and investigate, he spotted a PADD on his desk where there hadn't been one before. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he picked it up.
"This is your lucky day. You'll find these boxes all over the galaxy. Enjoy - Chad"
Lort touched the screen and watched the note disappear, only to be replaced with schematics. Lort read through them. It was a lockbox that could only be opened using a single-use object to calculate an insanely complicated algorithm. The lockboxes were the items the wormhole dumped just outside his outpost. Lort's eyes went wide as he saw that the PADD also included schematics to build the Mater Keys needed to unlock the boxes. He looked at the useless junk threatening to crowd him out of his own office, and grinned "I am going to be RICH!"
Here's my ship screenshot entry. U.S.S. Elysian Darkness.
Not very colorful but that's the whole point of her.
Been trying to go for the closest to all black you can get without going full intel. She's supposed to be a stealth ship in my mind, even if she's not a true intel ship. She was designed to sneak up an unload a barrage of science and kinetic doom on unsuspecting enemies, long before the Alliance dreamed up the intel ships.
Comments
Here is my submission for the Starship Barbie Screenshot Contest.
Intended to be a Mirror variant, this is my Oubliette Class Tactical Command Battlecruiser, the ISS Reformation.
Thanks for reading and providing feedback! Since they number planets from the innermost to outermost, I figured the Reliant 'lost count' when one went missing...
The Traveler and Westley are standing in a corridor discussing how thought and reality are intertwined when they are interrupted.
Mike: "Excuse me, do you mind moving?"
::Time Stop::
Traveler: "This is a perfect example Mike think that the universe needs to be kept clean so?"
Westley: "Because he thinks the universe needs to be cleaned there is a mess to begin with."
Mike: "Not quite. I know the universe needs to be in the process of becoming clean. Now I have some work to do. A federation captain is messing with time again, another mess the two of you caused. Now go before I clean the two of you out of existence."
Westley and The Traveler Blink out of this moment in time.
::Time resumes::
Ensign: "Excuse me sir. What's with all the we floor signs?"
Mike: "Exactly that the floor is wet."
Ok so my world leader is
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Long seamless legs, perfect proportions and an expression that tells you "I know you want me, but you can't have me".
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Beautiful curves and a backside that will make you dream about her day and night.
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A stunning face with a full set of teeth, glowing eyes and inviting lips...
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and of course the personification of pure fabulousness...
In summary, Purplebelle, a dream come true.
EDIT: removed the image since it won't be judged here
Again, thanks for the enthusiasm, but this is not the place for costume entries. Costume contests are judged in-game during the event, not here.
Afew years afater Council Moartok was killed & J'mpok take over the the klingon empire & decrease war on the fedation. There was a smal world 7 rare metal alloys & a native locals in the the
medium of the fedation & the klingon space was dicscovered by both the federation & the klingons.Not long afterlong afterboth sides landed troopers& mining workers. Wesley & the Travertry to
help the local natives to keep a balance inbetween the Federation & the klingongs.As wthe Traveler & Wesley was forced to watch a once peaceful world with afew small world with afew small
quick warsin a life time.Turn to 3 sides Fedation allied, Klingon Allied & a large groupthat stay peaceful, without need saying the whole planet was a war zone for it 7 rare alloys in it dirt.
Secretly underground the peaceful natives just wanted peace to mine the 7 rare metal alloys as much as they could.The problem was themore all 3 sides mined the planet, more deterioting it becomeas
earthqack was becoming ever more continuaslly.After a yearof the start of the warover the planetrare resources.There was underground area far from the battle zones.Named the safe ground for
peaceful natives that wanted nothing to do with the war Including Wesley & the Travaler.As the Fedation side & the klingon side was racking up bodies counts. Secretly Wesley & the Traveler was
making plans with the others peaceful leader natives trying to keep a balance for there people saftly.Over time period of afew monthswith Wesley &the Traveler leading in a secret projectto get
all the peaceful local natives off world with allthe rare metal alloys that they mined for over a year. 1st step was to designthe colony ship. The 2nd step was to biuld the colony ship Flame,
decks layout,Hull with the rare matels that was mined with no problems or microfactures in it.Wesley & the Traveler Engineering teams was making the neededsystem parts for the colony ship.
As earth quack was ever more increasing each day.Welsey & the Traveler engeering teams couldn't make all the needed system & parts, left with no optains but to steal the needed systems & parts
from the Fedation & the Klingons to integrating them into the colony ship.By time thefedation & the Klingon connect the dots.The colony ship was completed by Welsey & the Traveler engeering
teams.Hours before a jointed attack them, they espcape on the colony ship open through a secret hungar bay door into space. Just as a target lock was on them Weslsry & the Traveler used
there power to jump the ship to the Delta Quadrant.
This Picture make Welsey cry home to his mommy.
Worst Overall - Literally the worst tailoring abomination you can create!
Like it or not.
here is my entry to the ship event.
https://www.dropbox.com/sc/fu4nlcpxzqmb3t9/AACRgC7m0ww3_rE-4yKlc9tNa
The White Star orbiting Z'ha'dum
And better lighting / different angles
Some say the Borg queens research into individuality has gone too far
(Starship Barbie Entry)
The R.R.W. Nemo :
The R.R.W. Melanota :
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Unable to load images to this post (the "OK" and "Cancel" buttons aren't showing up). So links will have to do.
Ship name: Gravestone (three designs, though I'm fond of the Orange/Blue one)
Gravestone Red side
Gravestone Red top
Gravestone Red bottom
Gravestone Orange/Blue side
Gravestone Orange/Blue top
Gravestone Orange/Blue bottom
Gravestone Green/Blue side
Gravestone Green/Blue top
Gravestone Green/Blue bottom
Ship name: Gantrithor
Got it as close to a Protoss colored ship look as I could.
Gantrithor side
Gantrithor top
Gantrithor bottom
Finally, my trollpedo boat. I use it when I don't care about what I'm doing.
Ship name: Aluminium Falcon
Aluminium Falcon side
Aluminium Falcon top
Aluminium Falcon bottom
By the time he met the Traveler on Dorvan V, he was depressed, lonely, and on his way to failing out of Starfleet Academy. The meeting gave him a purpose, a companion, a new hope that he might finally find happiness and satisfaction in his life. He left with the Traveler, to explore the unknown, bursting with excitement over the opportunity.
That excitement was short lived. The Traveler, who's real name was the quite pronounceable "Chad", was kind of a TRIBBLE. He took great delight in wasting the time of "lesser beings". It made so much sense when Wesley thought back on how Chad had stoked Kosinski's ego, convincing him he'd designed a revolutionary engine. He'd used that same ruse to waste the Enterprise crew's time testing the stupid thing. In retelling the story, laughing heartily, Chad revealed that even his presumed weakness during the incident was nothing more than an act designed to cause them all greater distress. Now that Chad had someone he considered a peer to explore with, he dropped his benevolent façade entirely, but he did keep true to his promise to teach Wesley more about his abilities.
As Chad busied himself gleefully knocking planets slightly out of orbit, just enough to make their clocks noticeably incorrect, Wesley daydreamed about his old home in the Alpha Quadrant. As Chad had taught him, he visualized time as a rolled up rug. He mentally unfurled it, revealing the past, present, and future of the Alpha Quadrant in turn. At first he smiled, the achievements of humanity past and present laid before him in a way only he could experience. Then as the future rolled out before his mind's eye, a deep frown settled on his youthful features. What he saw shook him to the core.
Conflict after conflict. First the Klingons and the Federation, a battle that would leave all the major powers bruised and vulnerable. Then it just kept going. Even if all the major powers combined their might in the end, they would not survive.
Wesley scrambled for a plan to help his home. He was not a Q. There were limits to what he could do. He couldn't create matter, simply alter it. Building ships wasn't feasible, requiring him to turn inert matter into parts, and then those parts into ships, and then transport them. It would be a monumental effort and, even then, he'd be able to send a few thousand ships at best. Not to mention he'd have to work on it non-stop and that was sure to irritate Chad to the point of sabotage.
Wesley still cringed when he remembered the time he'd spent a couple days helping irrigate the agricultural world of Sarno VI to stave off their record setting drought. Chad became so bored and annoyed at losing his "friend" that he'd convinced the population to water their crops with a popular sports drink. Wesley had watched impotently as the inhabitants ran "Brawndo" brand drink through his masterfully constructed irrigation equipment. He shook his head silently in frustration and tried to push the Alpha Quadrant problem to the back of his mind for the moment.
On a visit to Sacritor Prime, the bureaucracy capitol of the Sacritor sector, it was Chad who proved to be an accidental source of inspiration. The red-tape planet was thrown into chaos when every pen (the only approved instrument for signing official documents) disappeared. Of course, they hadn't actually disappeared, only been altered to microscopic size. As the inhabitants organized emergency meetings, and generally rushed frantically from office to office, Chad turned to Wesley excitedly.
"Pretty sweet, eh Brah?"
Wesley stretched his lips across his teeth tightly, putting on a strained smile "Yeah, sick dude". He rolled his eyes when Chad looked away.
As Chad transported himself away, still chuckling Wesley quickly grew the pens to their proper size, sparing the Sacritor sector from total societal collapse.
It was then that an idea struck him. Building ships wouldn't work, but what if he stole ships from other galactic power and shrunk them? Not only would it make them easier to transport and distribute, but he could weaken the Alpha Quadrant enemies at the same time, helping to further even the odds.
The very next world, Lysen IV, provided the final piece for Wesley's plan. It was a post-scarcity society, but not in the way the Federation worlds had become that way. Every single resource, aside from air, was carefully rationed and cataloged in crates by a central computer. Each crate was biometrically flagged, openable only by the intended recipient. Every transaction on Lysen IV was governed by these crates, from a mother feeding her family to an office worker getting a shiny new pen. Every single item had a chain of custody log that had all but eliminated fraud.
"Hey! I'm going to TRIBBLE in a bunch of these boxes!"
Chad's voice echoed in Wesley's brain like nails on a chalkboard. His plan complete, he decided it was time to put it into action.
"Hey douchebag, I'm going to go do my own thing for a bit. See you in a few months!"
With that, Wesley vanished.
He recalled the Barzan Wormhole from his time on the Enterprise. It had one entrance, near Barzan II, and its endpoint jumped unpredictably, making it useless for most purposes but suitable for Wesley's plan. He arrived to find it destabilized. He glanced into the past to discover how it had been done.
"Oh," he thought, "Janeway. Of course. She was probably looking for coffee, that animal."
He and Chad had taken a Delta Quadrant tour a few years back. It had been like following the path of a tornado that had gained a lunatic form of sentience. The damage left in her wake was indescribable.
He rolled his eyes, shrugged off the memory, and searched for a convenient theoretical exit point for the wormhole. Finding one, he re-stabilized the wormhole (an easy task for him), and reversed its cosmic polarity so that it would remain stable on his end, while the exit point in the Alpha Quadrant would jump. Then he set up shop in a large asteroid base and began his great work.
First, he traveled the cosmos stealing ships like a master thief. He'd effortlessly transport himself to a ship in drydock, shrink it, and put it in a sack. Then he'd travel back in time one second and steal it again. Contrary to popular temporal belief, the universe doesn't explode when faced with a paradox. Wesley had no problem stealing the earlier ship while still having the later ship in his sack. Of course, it didn't help much with the whole "weaken the enemy" portion of his plan but it did enable him to amass a lot of ships quickly. Temporal mechanics made Wesley feel strange, but also good. He gathered ships for several weeks, as he perceived weeks, then moved on to the next part of his plan.
Secluded in his asteroid base, he altered scrap into a machine to manufacture biometric crates similar to the ones he'd seen on Lysen IV. Unexpectedly, this was the chokepoint in his plan. The crates took significantly longer to make than the ships took to steal. Once he built the machine, though, he (quite easily) bypassed the security of all the major powers in the Alpha Quadrant to link their military databases to the boxes. The intended effect, and Wesley was certain it would work, was to grant any Admiral in the Alpha Quadrant the ability to open the box and use the included instructions to "grow" the ship. They'd have a brand new, combat ready, vessel. A steady stream of these boxes, in the right hands, should be enough to help turn the tide of the conflicts to come.
Ten thousand ships, shrunken, biometrically boxed, and dropped into the Barzan Wormhole. The wormhole would vomit them across the Alpha and Beta quadrants, but they'd only be useful to allies of the Alpha Quadrant. He took a moment to glance into the future and smiled with satisfaction. His plan would work. The powers that needed them, would get the ships. It would help them survive. He gave himself a mental pat on the back.
"Well, this looks like another problem that Crusher…crushed!" He felt a little disappointed that no one was there to hear his new catchphrase. He disappeared to search for Chad.
He was too far away to hear Chad's muttered "Shut up, Wesley" as he bent over Wesleys new machine and made a few, key, alterations.
On a remote outpost, Lort, a Ferengi businessman was cursing his fortune. He'd invested heavily in nearly useless "skill training" devices, barely lucrative dilithium "claims" for the Vlugta asteroid field, and beautiful orange crystals that his idiot subordinate "Lobi" had insisted would make them both rich. Of course, the orange crystals turned out to hold no industrial value at all. Lort's only comfort was that the entire quadrant knew those were Lobi's crystals. He glowered, trying to think of a way to get rid of all the junk, along with all the slaves he'd collected at a time when such practices were heavily frowned upon.
Just then, a brilliant explosion of color bloomed just outside his window. Checking his sensors, he saw a wormhole had opened, expelled thousands of small objects, and then closed. As he prepared to get to the shuttle bay to launch and investigate, he spotted a PADD on his desk where there hadn't been one before. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he picked it up.
"This is your lucky day. You'll find these boxes all over the galaxy. Enjoy - Chad"
Lort touched the screen and watched the note disappear, only to be replaced with schematics. Lort read through them. It was a lockbox that could only be opened using a single-use object to calculate an insanely complicated algorithm. The lockboxes were the items the wormhole dumped just outside his outpost. Lort's eyes went wide as he saw that the PADD also included schematics to build the Mater Keys needed to unlock the boxes. He looked at the useless junk threatening to crowd him out of his own office, and grinned "I am going to be RICH!"
Not very colorful but that's the whole point of her.
Been trying to go for the closest to all black you can get without going full intel. She's supposed to be a stealth ship in my mind, even if she's not a true intel ship. She was designed to sneak up an unload a barrage of science and kinetic doom on unsuspecting enemies, long before the Alliance dreamed up the intel ships.
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I.S.S. Hydrogen Sonata
Temporal destroyer with aeon time shuttle skin, wells timeship windows, aegis shields, aegis engines and aegis deflector doing a temporal backstep.
me @onlyslightlybent