If you consider that, and the earlier talk about how well the founders of the Klingon Empire did in setting things up, that does suggest that the Klingons may be better at that sort of social science than they are at war. Odd thought.
If you consider that, and the earlier talk about how well the founders of the Klingon Empire did in setting things up, that does suggest that the Klingons may be better at that sort of social science than they are at war. Odd thought.
Part of being a good warrior is knowing how to organise and form up your armies and your society to support said armies.
Not that surprising really. If you look at the Vikings and Prussians as examples of war focussed societies that made very influential and well thought out societies to support their violence, you get a good idea of how Klingons are somewhat comparable in this facet.
Liking the recent updates a lot. I'd be interested in a debriefing/decompression scene (! No, not like that. Filthy minded people!) out of the Enterprise launch incursion.
[X][COUNCIL] Mining Colonies, Diplo pushes and Argus Subspace Telescope
This an interesting line of thought. Perhaps it explains the Klingon cultural shift following the end of the cold war.
They realized that being a generic authoritarian state wasn't memetically robust enough to withstand the Federation's cultural pressure. So they used the martial leanings, and celebration of honour and glory that had likely always been a background part of Klingon culture to construct a sort of neo-romantic cultural revival. The result being memetically strong enough to prevent much dissent to the new norms in Klingon society.
If this is true however it does mean that the Klingons have some scarily good social scientists.
Well, the Klingon state ideology during TOS was very expansionist - expand or die. Those who failed to expand were slaves. So... When they failed to expand, that was a challenge. And when Praxis happened, I suspect there was a full on ideological crisis.
Satisfied enough with the changes made to it. Would've slightly preferred Morgana-1321 instead of Ariya Minor, and additional TF attachments from FDS instead of Gaeni Institutes, but not enough to try creating my own plan.
edit: I expect we'll get the Argus Subspace Telescope when we complete our Starfleet Ambition (next year I believe when the HBZ starbase finishes construction) and get a lot of pp.
Currently topping the charts in Cardassia is N'Step, A group of five rising stars in the Cardassian military. While they primarily act as morale boosters for the soldiers, they have each served a full tour of duty on the front lines, earning several commendations along the way.
Jasad: The firstborn son of a prominent military leader. He's born and bred to be a leader, and takes to that role with gusto as the front man of the band.
Seltan: A commoner who rose to prominence during his basic training. A patriot to the core, his strength is capable of matching even the fiercest of enemy soldiers, and is only matched by his undying loyalty.
Russol: A former rebel who finally saw the error of his ways. While he still doesn't follow the rules, every action is dedicated to glorifying the Ashalla Pact
Urist: Willowy and bookish. Rumors abound that he is in the fast track for the Obsidian order, but he always claims he's more interested in stellar cartography than anything else, and says nothing more, just offering a smile that makes the ladies swoon.
Farris: A lover of history, his favorite songs are ancient ballads reminding people of the past glories of Cardassia, and how they must always strive to reach beyond them in pursuit of glory!
While these five make up the core of the band, there are a number of auxillary members of the various species composing the Ashalla Pact. Each of these auxillaries has their own support band when performing for their own species, often accompanied by their Cardassian Counterpart to further demonstrate their unity under their flag.
Their multi-platinum newest release includes such hits as:
-Match my step and Feds we'll wreck
-I love you, but not as much as Cardassia
-The Siren Song of Space Service
Millions of fans wonder what course their next major tour will take. There are whispers that at least one performance will take place at Enio, both as a solemn thanks to all those that died fighting for their sovereign state, and as a reminder to the Federation that Cardassia is not beaten.
This an interesting line of thought. Perhaps it explains the Klingon cultural shift following the end of the cold war.
They realized that being a generic authoritarian state wasn't memetically robust enough to withstand the Federation's cultural pressure. So they used the martial leanings, and celebration of honour and glory that had likely always been a background part of Klingon culture to construct a sort of neo-romantic cultural revival. The result being memetically strong enough to prevent much dissent to the new norms in Klingon society.
If this is true however it does mean that the Klingons have some scarily good social scientists.
"Hm. I think maybe part that, but also part that the guys trying to do it were pushing at an open door. The Klingons were always kind of like that, you know."
"Hm. I think maybe part that, but also part that the guys trying to do it were pushing at an open door. The Klingons were always kind of like that, you know."
Ah, the time-honoured old 'push Ethics from Authoritarian/FanaticMilitarist to Militarist/Spiritualist/Xenophobe (?) and switch your government Civics for more Unity and Influence' trick.
(To be clear, this was their previous change. The new Chancellor seems to have a Materialist focus on production and material wealth).
so any chance of us getting a story from our border station at some point
or even the one planet we share with the romulans
because both been scary quite
All I can think off at the moment regarding the shared Romulan planet was a GM comment in discord about what might have happened if the Tal Shair won and kept the leadership.
The Romulans would go super xenophobic, close all borders, expel every non-Romulan from that planet, then kill everyone still there as contaminated.
All I can think off at the moment regarding the shared Romulan planet was a GM comment in discord about what might have happened if the Tal Shair won and kept the leadership.
The Romulans would go super xenophobic, close all borders, expel every non-Romulan from that planet, then kill everyone still there as contaminated.
All I can think off at the moment regarding the shared Romulan planet was a GM comment in discord about what might have happened if the Tal Shair won and kept the leadership.
The Romulans would go super xenophobic, close all borders, expel every non-Romulan from that planet, then kill everyone still there as contaminated.
Commander Sh'aathi Arrhsir was jolted from his reverie, looking up from his digital copy of Vulcan Love Slave. Duty called, and a proper Starfleet officer must be prepared at a moment's notice.
It was his Seyek Yeoman, Ensign Tsesso, and it seemed he had some urgent news!
"Report, Ensign!" Sh'aathi said with his best approximation of gravitas.
"It's the survey team at Yaddat III, Commander! They're on their way back... with research specimens!"
The padd slipped from Sh'aathi's paws as he recoiled in shock. "My god!"
SOME TIME LATER
Commander Sh'aathi Arrhsir was jolted from his reverie, looking up from his digital copy of A Historical Analysis of the Five Year Missions. Duty called, and a proper Starfleet officer must be prepared at a moment's notice.
It was his Caldonian Science Officer, Lieutenant Pilbut, and it seemed he had some urgent news!
"Report, Lieutenant!" Sh'aathi said with his best approximation of gravitas.
"I've run 28 different experiments with twil spores, Commander! They'll never be able to germinate outside their native biome on Vega!"
The padd slipped from Sh'aathi's paws as he recoiled in shock. "My god!"
EVERY DAY IS EXCITING
Commander Sh'aathi Arrhsir was jolted from his reverie, looking up from his digital copy of Let's Find Out About Andorians. Duty called, and a proper Starfleet officer must be prepared at a moment's notice.
It was his Human wingman, published xenolinguist Walt Kasiski, and it seemed he had some urgent news!
"Report, buddy!" Sh'aathi said with his best approximation of gravitas.
"I've got you a date, my man! Dr. sh'Mahala at the cafeteria just down from the #2 exobiology lab!"
The padd slipped from Sh'aathi's paws as he recoiled in shock. "My god!"
LET'S TALK ABOUT ROMULANS
Commander Sh'aathi Arrhsir was jolted from his reverie, looking up from his digital copy of Vulcan Love Slave, Part II: The Revenge. Duty called, and a proper Starfleet officer must be prepared at a moment's notice.
It was his Rigellian diplomatic attache, the impeccable Mr. Wunk, and it seemed he had some urgent news!
"Report, Mr. Wunk, you fine fellow!" Sh'aathi said with his best approximation of gravitas.
"I've spoken to several Romulans! They're really happy about that surprise holiday party we held in celebration of Romulus' summer solstice, and I think they plan to reciprocate!"
The padd slipped from Sh'aathi's paws as he recoiled in shock. "My god!"
LET'S TALK WITH ROMULANS
Commander Sh'aathi Arrhsir was jolted from his reverie, looking up from his digital copy of Taer'thaiemenh. Duty called, and a proper Starfleet officer must be prepared at a moment's notice.
It was his Romulan counterpart, Subcommander Dujamia, and it seemed she had some urgent news!
"S-s-s-subcommander! W-what can I do for you today!?" Sh'aathi said with his best approximation of composure.
"Commander Arrhsir! I've recently received word of your romantic misfortunes, and you have my deepest sympathy in the light of such foul betrayal!"
The padd slipped from Sh'aathi's paws as he recoiled in shock. "My god!"
ARE WE STILL DOING THIS
Commander Sh'aathi Arrhsir was jolted from his reverie, looking up from his digital copy of First Captain: A Biography of Jonathan Archer. Duty called, and a proper Starfleet officer must be prepared at a moment's notice.
It was his Andorian ex-girlfriend, Dr. Lya sh'Mahala, and it seemed she had some kind of knife!
"Report, security!" Sh'aathi shouted into his communicator while attempting his best impression of escape.
"Get back here, fuzzface! It was so simple, all you had to do was come crawling to my feet begging for forgiveness, but instead you crawl into bed with that ridiculous Romulan trollop--"
The padd ricocheted off the Andorian's forehead and clattered across the floor as she fell in a heap.
It was the longest incident report he had to file all year.