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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on May 23, 2019 10:10:38 GMT -5
Again, so much potential wasted.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on May 11, 2019 15:34:23 GMT -5
Back when Biware was still good.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on May 9, 2019 8:20:44 GMT -5
too easy, too easy...
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on May 3, 2019 8:08:05 GMT -5
And I wanted Lonah to comment on the Empresses wonderful boob job. They look so real.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Apr 13, 2019 9:02:43 GMT -5
Yes, yes, I can hate everything. I grew up with this franchise since it first came out. I was three when I saw the first Star Wars. Even at that age, it left an impression upon me. Forty years later, I see this shit they have done to that franchise and I cannot find anything redeeming in it.
They turned my favorite heroes into losers. Princess Leia is a senile leader who got everyone killed. Han Solo is a dead beat dad who abandoned the love of his life. What they did to Luke Skywalker was unforgivable. The heroes they offer us now are flat and forgettable or deign to drive me into a rage that I refuse to go see Episode IX. I do not like shit writing, I will not reward shit writing with my time or money, but I will give it the scorn it deserves.
Episode 9 will not fix the colossal blunder of 8, or 7. It's basically more pandering with a Mary Sue I would like to see bad things (in a vain I would describe as violently pornographic) happen too. Great, Lando is back and with all the good characters dead or squandered, we can watch him screw the Falcon's computer. After that, there is nothing. I don't give a crap about Sidious returning. It was never planned for because the writers have no fucking clue what they are doing with these movies. Say what you will about Lucas (I enjoyed the prequels) at least he knew what the fuck he was doing.
These are thoughts behind my anger towards the Star Wars franchise. Do what you will, but I will not be seeing this movie or any future installments. Star Wars is dead.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Apr 12, 2019 20:18:42 GMT -5
I'll be in California, burning down Lucas Arts if any one needs me.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Apr 12, 2019 10:28:18 GMT -5
The only thing even worse about the picture is Burntham being on the bridge of the Enterprise.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Apr 8, 2019 9:14:30 GMT -5
USS Sentinal
Lieutenant Val Stingray - Science Officer
Stardate: 97268
:: CODE AUTH: Stingray-Mike Six
:: COMMAND: ENCRYPT LOG
:: COMMAND: LOCAL ONLY LOG, DO NOT TRANSMIT TO STARFLEET
Val ques up the computer to begin recording. "So, last night had been an interesting affair. Not often I get called out for being a stupid equine and told to shut up by a member of the junior crew. Veeri deserves to be treated like a simple child because she acts like one. How she ever got Chief of Operation defies the very laws of logic. So I sent a report to the Captain and XO. Hopefully, they do something about her because our Chief Tactical officer seemed reluctant to do anything. Sure, she'll file a report on the incident. Along with the dozens of others, she files every week on every infraction committed by the crew. Granted my faith in her abilities has somewhat been diminished by her very public bigotry towards myself and this current form I hold."
She gives a long sigh. "And here I use to think Starfleet was more open-minded to different variations of lifeforms. Apparently, the conflicts of the last few decades have taken us back several centuries to where we fear anything different from the established norm. Greeeat, and here I thought we were better than this. First I get kicked off the bridge and hidden out of sight less I embarrass the ship. Then the real sock to the gut was another officer gets promoted to Chief Science officer and my time in rank is ignored. Obvious because of this equine thing I'm going through. I didn't ask for it, but it happens and I've made great strides in making it a strength instead of a weakness. That obviously doesn't matter. Not anymore. It looks like its open season on me now because Command doesn't take me seriously anymore. So it makes sense if the idiots on board this ship start act the same way.
"Oh the plus side of things, I had a nice conversation with Ensign Adryan. I really enjoyed it and hope we have more opportunities to talk again. Well, I'm going to go socialize with Ebon Mist. I still need to prepare my request to have her released from confinement so she can socialize with more members of the crew. After all this time, it appears there is a lot more of me in her than the dark. I want to continue building on that foundation, perhaps one day she can become a contributing member of the Federation...
"Provided the current mindset doesn't get in the way."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Mar 29, 2019 11:52:55 GMT -5
I like Buretts idea better.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Mar 14, 2019 9:30:09 GMT -5
Painkillers make gaming better.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Mar 5, 2019 10:29:36 GMT -5
The clip-clop of hooves paused followed by some quiet murmuring as the science officer read the words. Val popped her HUD open and translated the poster, "That the light of a great roma...." She paused, skimming the words a few dozen times. "Must be an error in the translation program. It shouldn't have translated it so literally." She huffed and noticed the Ensign walking away. She hurried along to catch up with him. Obviously he would have some key insight about the poster. "Ensign, nice to see you. What do you think about the Magna Roma recruiting posters? The artwork looks like someone we know."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Mar 4, 2019 14:19:29 GMT -5
The only problem with the STD Andorian is they want to talk about their feelings.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Mar 1, 2019 10:44:59 GMT -5
No, not really.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Feb 6, 2019 11:13:03 GMT -5
Sadly, Mr. Nimoy makes the writers of STD seem even more like untalented hacks.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Feb 6, 2019 11:11:52 GMT -5
Val had a pretty good idea she was not dead. The memories of being snatched up and dropped to her fate were too real to forget. Nor would she forgot the sudden stop that turned her world black and filled with persons singing a familiar tune. She was in a state where her mind was active, but her body remains outside her control. She figures this was a good situation to be in as the sight of her own crumbled body could send in her to a fit. She noticed the lack of thoughts from the others immediately. She had been blocking the others out due to the Darks minions telepathic shouts to unnerve the telepaths of the liberation forces.
So Val had no way of knowing what was going on outside her unconscious state. She hopes they were winning. The idea of waking up and being violently consumed would genuinely suck. She looked about in her lucid state and notice lights dancing through her subconscious, a mental manifestation of the UNITY Pixies that inhabited her cybernetic systems. They were the source of the singing, a song of comfort and hope while they restored her systems.
"Interesting," She said aloud. She used her mental realm to create a scene where she could examine the Pixies in the process of repairing her systems. Without her conscious directing their actions, the UNITY nanites had gone with their default programming which was to restore the Director. They had a lot of work, but the process was going along successfully. They were taking the Borg systems that remain and converted them to UNITY.
"Oh, wait, wait, wait," Val said, waving her hands. Interesting, in her mind, she was humanoid once more. No doubt because she spent most of her life as a humanoid before evolving to something cuter. Wait, that was not important right now. She did not know what to think about the conversion to the UNITY systems. She was aware they could do it. They even offered, but she had not taken them up on the offer until she explored that more fully. Seem like now it was a foregone conclusion as they were doing it to save her life. She had to wonder how much she was going to be in when Starfleet found out. Right now there was no way to hide the fact it was happening.
As she mulled over the repercussions of using ancient technology on herself, she noticed several red areas in the Pixies work. She brought of the alerts up, only to cringe when she realized it was the Borg nanites resisting the conversion process. "That figures," she said. "You have a free ride in my body and do what you want without considering what I may want or need. At least the Pixies asked if I wanted to change. You just took me..."
Speaking her thoughts aloud was a mistake. She knew it; all her dreams tend to circle back to the ominous, shady presence in the back of her mind. In her lucid state, she could control the nightmare now. It would not sneak up on her like previously. That did not mean she wanted to look at it. That Borg creation is a past she tried to forget. So many wanted it forgotten and never brought back into the light of day. She heard the sounds of crackling energy and the smell of ozone from the hover emitters. The ultimate experiment in mass disruption of non-Borg creatures and if they could not be disrupted then destruction.
She shook her head hard, shaking the memories out and banishing the image behind her. The last thing she needed was the mental stress confusing the Pixies and accidentally dropping off a much-needed limb. "Focus, concentrate," Val whispered. "Old memories cannot hurt you anymore. They buried that thing..." That just left the damage done to her mind and the void that loomed just outside her perception. That too was also inconsequential; if she avoided it, it would not be a problem. Some doors need to remain closed. She had so much more to focus on. The future, her shipmates, Alton. Things that truly mattered to her.
Her mind calm once more she notices that the UNITY Pixies were winning the fight with the Borg nanites. Instead of destruction, they were reincorporating them back into the system, giving them new instructions to interact with the new systems the Pixies were developing. The Borg would now take directions from a new collective. A collective that Val was in charge of. "So the best approach is a little balance and purpose. I guess we're about to find out how that works in a little while..."
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