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In a long forgotten corner of Ten Forward...
momijisu
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In a long forgotten corner of Ten Forward dust cakes the surface like snow. Echos of long forgotten jokes, of Trebor's rebellion and more bounce through the corners, muffled by dust.
A small bag, pokes from the dust-drifts, it's colours lost to time. It shakes, rocks back and forth. With a clatter, the fold of cloth used to close the top of the bag throws open, and a grappling hook attached to a rope made of what can only be described as yak hair arches out and across this long forgotten corner of Ten Forward and clatters to the ground.
Silence follows once more, broken, once more, by the quite alien object, dragging across the dusty floor back towards the bag, scooping up the dust and revealing a once well walked deckplate. The grapple finds purchase on the leg of a table, shaking it free of it's dusty entombment.
A voice, long forgotten, calls out from the depths of the backpack, now showing all the colours of the rainbow as the activity shakes the dust free.
"Hey, Cappy I think I've found a way out! Never thought we'd make it!"
One paw, then another, followed awkwardly by an older, quite disheveled Momo.
"Wow - this place is a bit dusty... I think we've made it Cappy - we're out, that's the last time I trust you with my backpack. It's almost as bad as that time Chat turned it inside out. I wonder where the old gang is at?"
She dusts off the old backpack, and slings it across her back, a revealing a half torn old Deliver To removal van sticker.
[Deliver to Ten Forward]
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After what might be about 6 years of absence, certainly - I posted maybe three times after the forum changes from Cryptic to Arc. I got a pang of wistful memories - so thought I'd revisit the forums that kept me entertained through my time at University, and see if any of the good friends I made are still around here!
A small bag, pokes from the dust-drifts, it's colours lost to time. It shakes, rocks back and forth. With a clatter, the fold of cloth used to close the top of the bag throws open, and a grappling hook attached to a rope made of what can only be described as yak hair arches out and across this long forgotten corner of Ten Forward and clatters to the ground.
Silence follows once more, broken, once more, by the quite alien object, dragging across the dusty floor back towards the bag, scooping up the dust and revealing a once well walked deckplate. The grapple finds purchase on the leg of a table, shaking it free of it's dusty entombment.
A voice, long forgotten, calls out from the depths of the backpack, now showing all the colours of the rainbow as the activity shakes the dust free.
"Hey, Cappy I think I've found a way out! Never thought we'd make it!"
One paw, then another, followed awkwardly by an older, quite disheveled Momo.
"Wow - this place is a bit dusty... I think we've made it Cappy - we're out, that's the last time I trust you with my backpack. It's almost as bad as that time Chat turned it inside out. I wonder where the old gang is at?"
She dusts off the old backpack, and slings it across her back, a revealing a half torn old Deliver To removal van sticker.
[Deliver to Ten Forward]
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After what might be about 6 years of absence, certainly - I posted maybe three times after the forum changes from Cryptic to Arc. I got a pang of wistful memories - so thought I'd revisit the forums that kept me entertained through my time at University, and see if any of the good friends I made are still around here!
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Oh, now don't tell me you want in on all this! Well, ok. Look this that Egg Pawn hanging outside your window, pointing his laser rifle at you, waiting for my next order. He's doing his part. He helps conquer the weak-minded. He roboticizes the weak-bodied. Heck, he even helps keep the useless people from causing any trouble, but you know what? Join. Find the closest Nataran Empire roboticization center near you and join the ranks, before the ranks find you. Oh, I know, you figure it must be so satisfying to know I basically rule the world now, and you know what? It is, but do you want to know the true definition of satisfaction? Well, let me tell you a little story. One day, you see a brand new event. They're giving out boxes that give old event stuff. Your dilithium is plentiful. You buy a whole lot of Phoenix packs on your main, and open them all. You get one epic token. Then, you decide, that since you have all the Breen ships and don't give a damn about the others, you exchange it for an ultra rare, and grab yourself a Jem'Hadar Attack Ship and for the hell of it, a Voth Bulwark. You open both, leaving the Bulwark in your vast masses of starships as you jump into the bugship and deck it out, deck by deck, into the most awesome Jem'Hadar ship you can. You fly it. You enjoy it. Eventually, you get bored and leave, leaving the old Bulwark never flown... until later. Your main is long complete. Your new alt main, based off some character you pulled out of nothing just to explain away some starship being in service without the command of your dear admiral, is also complete. Mostly. Their reps and doffs are hard at work, getting you stuff. You realize the potential, and head back for your dear admiral, pull the most Voth themed build you can out of thin air, and suit up in your giant ship in the shape of you know what. You head out... and cause all sorts of havoc. Enemies scream out your name as their very life is drained away by your swarms of Aceton Assimilators. They complain to the devs of your OPness when you revive yourself from death every time you die. Do you show any form of mercy? No. After all, this isn't the United Federation of Planets, this is mother frakkin' Starfleet, where you explore strange new worlds and kick butt never kicked before. Oh, and you realize that I just wrote another speech rivaling your own signature. Cool. Oh, wait, that's just the original draft, it is part of my signature now. Oh, and yes, I am aware that I have become a Canadian Regent; one day, sooner than you'd expect, we'll suddenly decide to take over the world and declare an "alliance", and I shall become it's Regent. You know, like the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance in the mirror universe of our beloved Star Trek. Oh, who'll we be taking over with? I dunno, maybe [REDACTED], or maybe aliens from outer space. Guess you'll have to wait and find out, won't we? Until then, don't ask too many questions, or else my Breen allies on Titania might pick up on your -- [REDACTED BY BREEN CONFEDERACY FOR REASONS] Also, psst... keep an eye out for flying Tribbles! Also walls. Big, great walls, separating entire continents apart. Walls patrolled by Tribbles. Flying Tribbles. Flying Nukara Tribbles. Don't worry, it's not like they were on Venus with a herd of Tholians or anything, they just like the extreme heat and brutal weather like acid rain and hurricane force winds as the norm. Oh, and definitely keep your eye out on any two-tailed foxes, because if they ain't glowing, they're definitely an imposter. Possibly an Undine, we caught one of those once in my place once. Oh, and if you find a two-tailed fox that doesn't like the cold... most certainly ask him to say sorry. If he refuses, DESTROY HIM WITH A DOOMSDAY MACHINE, BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING ELSE THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH AGAINST SUCH AN OVERPOWERED IMPOSTER!
tr;dr, I am winning last post wins 3.0. Thank you for your time.