What we do know is that T'Anar killed literally everyone aboard the station except that one guy, and renegade Vulcans generally are not stupid, so they presumably had some kind of security precautions in place.
I have to admit I have a very low opinion on the security of renegade research-stations. Games, books and movies have shown that it is consistantly one or two steps behind the level of security needed to avoid the experiment breaking free, taking over the station and killing everyone.
The Q often make me wish the Stargate anti-ori weapon* was avalaible and worked on those pesky ascended beings.
*Let's use a pocket universe of raw power and pump it into subspace in a way which blows out ascended beings like a candle in a hurricane across the local group of galaxies. Ah Stargate Ancients, I think they got off on building gigadeath capable weaponary.
yeah, for a species utterly terrible at war they were disturbingly good at creating galactic scale WMDs. Fortunately the Q in this quest appear to be more of a trickster mentor type, having fun by screwing with us but making sure to try and impart wisdom at the same time.
Total Impact for the Year is 27" in the log post. Is impact due to our policies and rules of engagement normally assessed yearly or quarterly? Because last quarter it was something like 20, wasn't it?
our political policies generate X amount of impact per year.
there are also an event in 3 sectors relating to the Syndicate each quarter. those events can produce additional impact. this is added to the total impact dealt that year.
we generated a total of 7 (if the total was 20 last quarter) impact this quarter, so that was added to the total yearly impact. since that was the Q4 captains log, that total will reset next quarter.
we may get a bonus for getting above a certain threshold with our yearly impact as well.
We were advised that we had to hit a minimum of 15 for the plan to be acceptable, so that's probably where we pegged the Syndicate's ability to soak our meddling.
Even if we're off by a third, that still puts us 7 over that artificially inflated limit.
I expect that in the immediate term, we're going to see push back while they see if we can be made to stop.
When we don't, I expect Syndicate abilities to begin to degrade as we take their ships, their funding and their personnel.
My proposed 2 Excelsior, 3 Connie-B, Snakepit option now works with 15 reserve SR (instead of -5) and still has a reserve berth.
Nix's proposed 2 Excelsior, 2 Connie-B, 1 Oberth, 1 Centaur-A refit, No Snakepit option now also has 20 reserve SR (instead of 0) and still has a reserve berth.
Following also work:
2 Excelsior, 3 Connie-B, 1 Centaur-A refit, Snakepit - no reserve SR, no reserve berths
1 Excelsior, 4 Connie-B, 1 Centaur-A refit, Snakepit - 70 reserve SR, no reserve berths
1 Excelsior, 4 Connie-B, 1 Centaur-A, Snakepit - 15 reserve SR, no reserve berths
1 Excelsior, 4 Connie-B, 1 Oberth, Snakepit - 25 reserve SR, no reserve berths
Note: keep in mind, repairs can automatically bump builds out of berths temporarily, so the "no reserve berths" isn't as bad as it seems.
Strongly disagree. I feel like this is exactly the sort of thinking that Qute warned us about.
The Klingons and Romulans are theoretically our friends. We should act like it and warn them of a potential danger. If they end up going to war over that, then that's on them (and if that's all it took, then it would have happened anyway).
Remember what the Tal'Shiar did at the beginning of the biophage crisis? Lets not be like the Tal'Shiar.
Other than that, I'd say we should grab some minor power reports, the Gretarians and Bajorans and Q'loth, f'r example, to keep tabs on how far the Cardies are getting with them and/or what issues they may have that we haven't been paying attention to yet.
You know how we have to provide the crew for a new ship the year before it launches? I see no reason that would be any different for a ship being pulled out of storage.
This does make sense - in fact, restoring a mothballed ship may be similar to a refit in that it takes up a berth for a year and perhaps costs a bit of resources.
They kept the Inflictor secret from us as they went about trying to clean it up, because they didn't trust us with the knowledge of its existence. Consequently, they ended up letting it steal a cloaked ship and nearly starting a very poorly timed (for them) war with the Federation.
The upper half of the saucer section is starting to take shape, looking more than anything else like an upside wire fruit bowl. Work Bees were flying to and fro around the dock, ferrying in more and more of the structural rods that form the primary skeleton. It starts with eight trefoil-bonded principal radial spokes that rise up from the Primary Encompassing Ring to a much small Dorsal Encompassing Ring, a strengthening structure that eventually becomes the mounting frame for the bridge module.
Ensign Calai Tabriec puts in long hours through this period, helping coordinate from the Ops Room, starting to learn the Armature Controls that assemble the skeleton from the rods ferried in by the Work Bees. The Ops Room is now as busy as a bridge at Red Alert for much of the day. They run a two-shift system, nominally, though many work longer. Not because of compulsion or a desperate need or desire for overtime, but simply out of love of shipbuilding and creation. Captain Henderson is one of these. He confides in Ensign Tabriec one day as the last of the radials lock into its dorsal mount that he considers the first year to be the most critical time. If anything is out, at all, it creates a snowball problem going forward. The skeleton must be perfect, or nothing else will work right.
Next month the Ventral Encompassing Ring is locked into place through temporary tractor-strengthened struts, and the process of forming radial spokes on the underside of the ring begins. The spokes take on a faintly beaded appearance as super-high density carbon-bonding fuses the rods that make up the spokes together. Every now and again Tabriec can see the RCS thrusters of the dry dock fire to right their orbit and counteract the momentum shifts caused by the armature. Before the end of the month, the outer primary framework of the saucer section is complete.
Commander Jin-Lee, the Site Fabrication officer, and Lieutenant sh'Halketha from the Office of QA come by and spend a day checking over every last join with a crew of experienced petty officers. When they get the clean bill of health, Captain Henderson gathers the two shift crews together and toasts them.
2306.Q2.M3
"Grab your tricorder and an overnight bag, Tabriec, we're going on a trip," yells Captain Henderson from across the room as he strides into ops.
"Careful, Rob, it takes a year to properly house-train a new Ensign," calls out Lieutenant Cassie. Tabriec entertains brief thoughts of filleting the woman with her ceremonial knife, still sitting in her quarters, but resists the urge.
"Where are we going, Captain Henderson?" asks Tabriec as she approaches.
"Going to take a progress inspection of our new warp engine while Paddy covers the quality checks of the next batch of struct-rods," says the Captain. "A small Civilian CT-1 liner departs Earth every couple hours headed for Venus. At this point in their orbit its a two hour trip at warp one so just bring some reading material to tide you over. I recommend Warp Core technical manuals, but whatever floats your boat."
"Yes, sir!"
Half an hour and a long transport later, and they are passing through an airlock gate to the waiting starship, drawing plenty of attention from the civilians on the station in their resplendent crimson uniforms. They settle into seats near the middle of the shuttle, and Tabriec soon finds herself engrossed in a conversation with a cute young man who lives on an Venus orbital colony. He asks endless questions about Amarkia, and Tabriec is not surprised to learn he has never met an Amarkian before.
"Where to now, Captain?" asks Tabriec as they step off the liner onto the Venus Orbital Hub and its a busy concourse.
"There's a Starfleet shuttle hub that will take us around to the manufacturing facility," explains Rob.
"We can't transport there?" asks Tabriec.
Rob laughs. "Ah, no, no. The place is permanently scrambled as far as transporters go." He shakes his head, still chuckling to himself. "The place makes warp cores, and has an anti-deuterium storage plant of its own. They put it on the far side of Venus from any settlement so that if anything goes belly-up we aren't wiping out the half of the planet we like. Or lemme put it to you like this: Venus Special Industrial Plant is not the sort of place you want to go near with your comms down."
"Oh, right," says Tabriec. "...you could have just said no!"
Half an hour later they are touching down at a large, nondescript, very heavily shielded station, and going through what is easily the most thorough security that Tabriec has yet seen in her time at Starfleet, escorted to full-body medical scanners by Security officers with Type-III phaser rifles, past turrets, through force field segmented corridors and no doubt a host of behind the scenes challenges, with voice, retina, DNA and however many other checks.
"When it comes to secrets, the only thing that gets Starfleet deadly serious is temporal matters," remarks Rob as they near the end of security. "When it comes to physical security, anything with dilithium, anti-deuterium, or warp cores. Civilian Warp Cores are small and so locked down as to nearly be black boxes. But high-performance Starfleet warp cores are basically a giant weapon of mass destruction in the wrong hands."
Together they finish the security and are met by a Vulcan Commander, the plant manager, who greets them with naturally formal precision. He leads them through into a viewing gallery, easily a hundred meters in length, that overlooks a large manufacturing room. In it, running horizontally along the surface, is a series of long metal tubes, each wider than the workers that float alongside them, with a bulge in the middle and open ends. "They're assembled in vacuum?" she asks.
"Keeps the impurities out," remarks Rob. "When dealing with anti-matter, you'll find the process is very unforgiving to even trace amounts of impurities that can flake loose. It doesn't take many premature annihilations to damage a magnetic constrictor, for instance. And you don't need to lose many of those to have all manner of hilarity consume your ship."
"I don't think a warp core breach would a laughing matter!" blurts Tabriec.
"You're not wrong, Ensign, you're not wrong," says Rob before he turns to the Command. "Well, let's go down and take a look."
Ten minutes later and they are donning special vacuum suits and passing through high-intensity annular confinement sweeps that scrub away every extraneous particle that might come loose from the suits. "Now, a warp core is big," continues on Rob. "But compared to the ship as a whole it's like just a little rod that runs from the back of the saucer's neck to the base of the secondary. On the Excelsior we put it there, so that the extra shielding from the impulse reactors, and the effective protection of the low-level cochrane field on the driver coils protects the exposed vector on the upper half. Meanwhile the very strong construction on the main deflector housing helps protect the lower half, as well as helping make sure that it is the most strongly protected part of the ship from high-speed particles that might like to punch through an MCS. However, this is still pretty much the heaviest single component on the entire ship, because the materials used in it are enormously dense."
"Yeah, exotic super-dense metals like woznium and some carbon by-products," replies Tabriec. "I read up on it in the Academy."
Rob nods along. "Of course, not all the weight of the warp core system is tied up in the MARA itself. The Power Transfer Conduits, the main warp drive power taps, these all include very dense, very exotic materials to make up the safety systems. The Gaen like to save weight by thinning down the connector points between the PTC and the Reaction Chamber."
"Wait, what?" blurts Tabriec.
"It gives them a crazy power-to-weight ratio, as long as you don't mind that the conduits directly feeding warp plasma out of your reaction chamber will pop if you look at them funny. Suffice to say, super-magical fun time usually follows promptly. That's what happened to the IGS Koat-Nar from the initial reports. Disruptions in the assembly led to an oscillation in plasma through-put, and one of the surges popped the PTC, warp plasma vaporised the majority of engineering and a few microseconds later the chamber is breached, and it's all over red rover."
Tabriec gulps loud enough to be picked up on her suit mics. By this time the party is walking along the underside of the electromagnetically suspended eighty-meter long warp core frame. Nanometer-precise holes have been cored through the reinforcing cross-frames, mounting points for sensors, for power conduits that fuel the MCS rings. Robotic armatures are present everywhere, with graviton-locked clamps forcing perfect straightness on the core, as absolutely no bend was allowed.
The Vulcan commander of the base turns to them and even with her limited experience with Vulcans thus far, Tabriec is sure that she can hear a cocked eyebrow behind the voice. "It is remarkable that the Federation has found a species even more reckless with their warp cores than humans."
Rob snorts and shakes his head as he looks at the mounting mechanisms where the power-transfer-conduits will one day attach. "Look, what I'm trying to emphasise here is that, for an engineers like us, Ensign, there's no such thing as too much care and precision when it comes to Warp Cores. Almost everything you do when building a ship comes back to the quality of your primary framework, the quality of warp core construction, and the installation of the core. When it comes time to install this thing you will weep at how slow the process is. But it is the single moment that is most likely to doom your shakedown crew if you blow it."
The upper half of the saucer section was starting to take shape, looking more than anything else like an upside wire fruit bowl. Work Bees were flying to and fro around the dock, ferrying in more and more structural rods to form the primary skeleton. It starts with eight trefoil-bonded principal radial spokes that rise up from the Primary Encompassing Ring to a much small Dorsal Encompassing Ring, a strengthening structure that eventually becomes the mounting frame for the bridge module.
Ensign Calai Tabriec puts in long hours through this period, helping coordinate from the Ops Room, starting to learn the Armature Controls that assemble the skeleton from the rods ferried in by the Work Bees. The Ops Room is now as busy as a bridge at Red Alert for much of the day. They run a two-shift system, nominally, though many work longer. Not our of compulsion or a desperate need or desire for overtime, but simply out of love of shipbuilding and creation. Captain Henderson is one of these. He confides in Ensign Tabriec one day as the last of the radials lock into its dorsal mount that he considers the first year to be the most critical time. If anything is out, at all, it creates a snowball problem going forward. The skeleton must be perfect, or nothing else will work right.
Next month the Ventral Encompassing ring is locked into place through temporary tractor-strengthened struts, and the process of forming radial spokes on the underside of the ring begins. The spokes take on a faintly beaded appearance as super-high density carbon-bonding fuses the rods that make up the spokes together. Every now and again Tabriec can see the RCS thrusters of the dry dock fire to right their orbit and counteract the momentum shifts caused by the armature. Before the end of the month, the outer primary framework of the saucer section is complete.
Commander Jin-Lee, the Site Fabrication officer, and Lieutenant sh'Halketha from the Office of QA come by and spend a day checking over every last join with a crew of experienced petty officers. When they get the clean bill of health, Captain Henderson gathers the two shift crews together and toasts them.
2306.Q2.M3
"Grab your tricorder and an overnight bag, Tabriec, we're going on a trip," yells Captain Henderson from across the room as he strides into ops.
"Careful, Rob, it takes a year to properly house-train a new Ensign," calls out Lieutenant Cassie. Tabriec entertains brief thoughts of filleting the woman with her ceremonial knife, still sitting in her quarters, but resists the urge.
"Where are we going, Captain Henderson?" asks Tabriec as she approaches.
"Going to take a progress inspection of our new warp engine while Paddy covers the quality checks of the next batch of struct-rods," says the Captain. "A small Civilian CT-1 liner departs Earth every couple hours headed for Venus. At this point in their orbit its a two hour trip at warp one so just bring some reading material to tide you over. I recommend Warp Core technical manuals, but whatever floats your boat."
"Yes, sir!"
Half an hour and a long transport later, and they are passing through an airlock gate to the waiting starship, drawing plenty of attention from the civilians on the station in their resplendent crimson uniforms. They settle into seats near the middle of the plane, and Tabriec soon finds herself engrossed in a conversation with a cute young man who lives on an Venus orbital colony. He asks endless questions about Amarkia, and Tabriec is not surprised to learn he has never met an Amarkian before.
"Where to now, Captain?" asks Tabriec as they step off the liner onto the Venus Orbital Hub and its a busy concourse.
"There's a Starfleet shuttle hub that will take us around to the manufacturing facility," explains Rob.
"We can't transport there?" asks Tabriec.
Rob laughs. "Ah, no, no. The place is permanently scrambled as far as transporters go." He shakes his head, still chuckling to himself. "The place makes warp cores, and has an anti-deuterium storage plant of its own. They put it on the far side of Venus from any settlement so that if anything goes belly-up we aren't wiping out the half of the planet we like. Or lemme put it to you like this: Venus Special Industrial Plant is not the sort of place you want to go near with your comms down."
"Oh, right," says Tabriec. "...you could have just said no!"
Half an hour later they are touching down at a large, nondescript, very heavily shielded station, and going through what is easily the most thorough security that Tabriec has yet seen in her time at Starfleet, escorted to full-body medical scanners by Security officers with Type-III phaser rifles, past turrets, through force field segmented corridors and no doubt a host of behind the scene challenges, with voice, retina, DNA and however many other checks.
"When it comes to secrets, the only thing that gets Starfleet deadly serious is temporal matters," remarks Rob as they near the end of security. "When it comes to physical security, anything with dilithium, anti-deuterium, or warp cores. Civilian Warp Cores are small and so locked down as to nearly be black boxes. But high-performance Starfleet warp cores are basically a giant weapon of mass destruction in the wrong hands."
Together they finish the security and are met by a Vulcan Commander, the plant manager, who greets them with naturally formal precision. He leads them through into a viewing gallery, easily a hundred meters in length, that overlooks a large manufacturing room. In it, running horizontally along the surface, is a series of long metal tubes, each wider than the workers that float alongside them, with a bulge in the middle and open ends. "They're assembled in vacuum?" she asks.
"Keeps the impurities out," remarks Rob. "When dealing with anti-matter, you'll find the process is very unforgiving to even trace amounts of impurities that can flake loose. It doesn't take many premature annihilations to damage a magnetic constrictor, for instance. And you don't need to lose many of those to have all manner of hilarity consume your ship."
"I don't think a warp core breach would a laughing matter!" blurts Tabriec.
"You're not wrong, Ensign, you're not wrong," says Rob before he turns to the Command. "Well, let's go down and take a look."
Ten minutes later and they are donning special vacuum suits and passing through high-intensity annular confinement sweeps that scrub away every extraneous particle that might come loose from the suits. "Now, a warp core is big," continues on Rob. "But compared to the ship as a whole it's like just a little rod that runs from the back of the saucer's neck to the base of the secondary. On the Excelsior we put it there, so that the extra shielding from the impulse reactors, and the effective protection of the low-level cochrane field on the driver coils protects the exposed vector on the upper half. Meanwhile the very strong construction on the main deflector housing helps protect the lower half, as well as helping make sure that it is the most strongly protected part of the ship from high-speed particles that might like to punch through an MCS. However, this is still pretty much the heaviest single component on the entire ship, because the materials used in it are enormously dense."
"Yeah, exotic super-dense metals like woznium and some carbon by-products," replies Tabriec. "I read up on it in the Academy."
Rob nods along. "Of course, not all the weight of the warp core system is tied up in the MARA itself. The Power Transfer Conduits, the main warp drive power taps, these all include very dense, very exotic materials to make up the safety systems. The Gaen like to save weight by thinning down the connector points between the PTC and the Reaction Chamber."
"Wait, what?" blurts Tabriec.
"It gives them a crazy power-to-weight ratio, as long as you don't mind that the conduits directly feeding warp plasma out of your reaction chamber will pop if you look at them funny. Suffice to say, super-magical fun time usually follows promptly. That's what happened to the IGS Koat-Nar from the initial reports. Disruptions in the assembly led to an oscillation in plasma through-put, and one of the surges popped the PTC, warp plasma vaporised the majority of engineering and a few microseconds later the chamber is breached, and it's all over red rover."
Tabriec gulps loud enough to be picked up on her suit mics. By this time the party is walking along the underside of the electromagnetically suspended eighty-meter long warp core frame. Nanometer-precise holes have been cored through the reinforcing cross-frames, mounting points for sensors, for power conduits that fuel the MCS rings. Robotic armatures are present everywhere, with graviton-locked clamps forcing perfect straightness on the core, as absolutely no bend was allowed.
The Vulcan commander of the base turns to them and even with her limited experience with Vulcans thus far, Tabriec is sure that she can hear a cocked eyebrow behind the voice. "It is remarkable that the Federation has found a species even more reckless with their warp cores than humans."
Rob snorts and shakes his head as he looks at the mounting mechanisms where the power-transfer-conduits will one day attach. "Look, what I'm trying to emphasise here is that, for an engineers like us, Ensign, there's no such thing as too much care and precision when it comes to Warp Cores. Almost everything you do when building a ship comes back to the quality of your primary framework, the quality of warp core construction, and the installation of the core. When it comes time to install this thing you will weep at how slow the process is. But it is the single moment that is most likely to doom your shakedown crew if you blow it."
"The Gaen like to save weight by thinning down the connector points between the PTC and the Reaction Chamber."
"Wait, what?" blurts Tabriec.
"It gives them a crazy power-to-weight ratio, as long as you don't mind that the conduits directly feeding warp plasma out of your reaction chamber will pop if you look at them funny. Suffice to say, super-magical fun time usually follows promptly. That's what happened to the IGS Koat-Nar from the initial reports."
quote the Gaen, "oh come on, we've only lost like, one ship in the last few years! and that one had an entire performance killing layer of redundancy! so thtat just gos to show how pointless that is. "
Lots of new stuff for the map. Atatan and the Tipperary outpost are easily important enough but don't have more info than the sector, I placed them where there it looked best for now. Tallow III would probably be in the unclaimed part of the Ferasa sector that is close to the old border. I placed them on the layer for minor colonies (which I think I have been inconsistent about whether to hide or not in the normal quarterly maps? Are there any preferences? I generally don't put any of the random minor colonies there unless we have reasonably good info, Tallow III is borderline, and I only started using that layer at all when I needed to show the minor Caitian and Dawiar colonies for the special map for their war). As always if @OneirosTheWriter wants anything moved that's easily done.
Just to check, saucer separation isn't something we can do at build time, right? Build the saucer and drive section for a 2t ship in separate 1mt berths, pop them out with tugs, and finish up the job in orbit?
Just to check, saucer separation isn't something we can do at build time, right? Build the saucer and drive section for a 2t ship in separate 1mt berths, pop them out with tugs, and finish up the job in orbit?
Maybe with Galaxies. I don't think it's going to work with ships designed with the idea that they are permanently attached, because quite a lot of the structural framework is going to be dedicated to making sure they don't separate.
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From: Anne Usha
To: Xuysaan
Subject: More Wolfe Gold
So somehow Wolfe found out that the subject of modules has come up again, and so he sent me his hilarious take on a Constitution-SM - Constitution Science Module:
Needless to say, I rejected this faster than the Ramming Constellation, haha.
Anne
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From: Xuysaan
To: Anne Usha
Subject: RE: More Wolfe Gold
Hahaha, omg. You should forward this to Leslie and see if you can get his posting when he bursts an artery in fury.
X
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From: Anne Usha
To: Mark Heisenberg
Subject: Thanks!
Hey Mark, got your bottle of Synthale. Looks like pretty strong stuff -- Huntermaster Liqueur, if I'm reading the translation right. I'm not so sure about your instructions to drop it in a glass of fizzing energy drink, thought. Worth a shot, I guess? Why don't I take one right now? Hahaha
Anne
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From: Anne Usha
To: Xuysaan
Subject: Improving on Gold
So the layout was bothering me. I fired up the old LCARSPaint and got to work on an improvement:
Much improved. It's almost like I'm a ship designer or something!
Also, this Huntermaster stuff I got from one of my friends on the Sappho is kinda weird tasting, but I... like it. At least the energy drink should keep me from falling asleep like at our graduation party.
Anne
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From: Anne Usha
To: Xuysaan
Subject: Improving on Gold II
You know, looking at it, it's not so bad. maybe the modules aren't flawed as I thoguht? I left a mounting point up there from Wolfes' effort -- maybe I can put something there?
Proof of concept!
Anne
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From: Xuysaan
To: Anne Usha
Subject: RE: Improving on Gold II
Grad? I think you mean 'Anne fall asleep in a variety of iconic San Francisco locations.' This is why we don't trawl Fighting Starships all night, kiddo.
Also nice spelling mistakes, nerd. You sure that Huntermaster stuff is synthale?
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From: Mark Heisenberg
To: Anne Usha
Subject: RE: Thanks!URGENT
Anne! That stuff isn't synthale, it's got actual ETHE-fucking-NOL in it! It's going to go thru your system WAY harder. I'd recommend stopping my dudette
I'm sorry, I just found out! Stupid family 'artisinal techniques.' Mom and I are going to have a REAL chat after this, I tell you what.
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From: Anne Usha
To: Xuysaan
Subject: I'm a fucking genius
MODULES ARE COMING BACK
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From: Anne Usha
To: Xuysaan
Subject: RE I'm a fucking genius
So what if I told you I had a idea. it's pretty great. Here's a preview
Improving a classic design thru modules. We need to gfive wolfe a medal for starting this. the possibilies are endless, I am telling you. For example, what if you needed more sheildsw on the Connie. i know what you're thinging X, "hey anne we would probably have to like, rip out half the secondary hull' WRONG.
check this your eyes on this bad buy:
Tellarite sheild generator model, with a navigational deflector in front JUST in case. And where do we stick this?
Additional science AND shields now. Eat your heart out Chen, I'm running this show now. And there's mor eroom!
Module Queen Anne's Revenge
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From: Xuysaan
To: Anne Usha
Subject: RE: RE: I'm a fucking genius
Holy shit Anne, what is in that bottle?
I'm concerned but this is legitimately hilarious.
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From: Anne Usha
To: Xuysaan
Subject: Next years module model lineup
its fine ican just shoot myself if i need to soberup. with the syndthale antidote. Hahah wow what is in this SPEAKIGN FO SHOOTING
12 phaser blisters, its got its own fusion reactors to power an standoff am stores for TWO photon torpedos lauchers. plus the orignal ones can fire thru the bracket. Guess where it goees?
Buit first i realized that all this extra equimvent migt make the ship less reliable so I though, "hey! ebngineering module" haha i fucked that sentence UP
no breakdowns here. do you see how I matched the curve of the shuttlebay? But anywai its got room for estra engineering ddues and dudettes, and you can pack a ton of spaeres in three, some other stuff maybe Guess where it goes!!
thisis why i get paid the big pigs. im going to own all of them after this
its beautful. Modules giving it more combat, more shields, science, reliabiltiy. ive remade this shit -- shi[! one more spots left. Needs moar PRESCNE
i working son hardds on thesd things befor but they all got cut, butg this will show threm
A
PS i just realized the tactical bloksc the deflector, Good thing i put on an extra dish with my MODUELS
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From: Xuysaan
To: Anne Usha
Subject: RE: Next years module model lineup
Alright Anne, I think you need to throttle back for real on that, I mean, it's funny, but I think you might be taking this a little seriously now.
although can I just say, how the hell are you drawing these while you can barely complete a sentence? You are really are a shipwright through and through
Now go to bed, before you do anything embarrassing
X
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From: Anne Usha
To: BF [Han Seung]
Subject: THoughs
Heeeeeeeeeeeeey. so i have een dfrinking some syhtnthale and ive thought a loit. abno0tu how like, msot specieas dont communciatre enogh. Eevn coupleds! abnd uve aksi been working ont his ship adn boom, idea
its a fucking betzoid moduels. For diplomats btu aslo betzas. very comfy adn its full of PSYHCIS who can RAEd MIDNS. More prsence bedcuase of it. U can see the pshycis lines but thst an artis t impression from me. id ont kown whatts it like to read mdins. OMG i am so drink
but i dpnt neeed ro read mdins becase u gets me. if imsads ore lonelyh somehwo u just knwo to call ors end amedssage adn tahts really special! i thiotn yoiru soeciuela and we hvre a nice things even ifw are so far apartds. idotns need a btewazoid tor felel at pecace aroufdn you or neefdsome studfhpid module ot feel yrur presecne in my lfie. its relaly difficullultiltg HARD to remberber to tell yout htat sotiems.
yorus thre best
Anne <3
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From: Anne Usha
To: Xuysaan
Subject: anyewh herd wodnerwall
i donte vnen know whats thats refrenceing i jsut dsy it
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From: Anne Usha
To: Eddie Leslie
Subject: Chekcad uour waifu adn difasepar
soe whtasever irgas i am drinkgf inspried me tiu trya nd imrpvore on thewsa cosnatoiution. Constitution.. adn it hinkg dsi suecceedds.
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From: Eddie Leslie
To: Anne Usha
Subject: RE: Chekcad uour waifu adn difasepar
Go to bed Anne, you're drunk.
Always remember to check the label before you drink. I've been there before too. Just be glad you didn't send this to my Starfleet email.
Eddie
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From: Eddie Leslie
To: Anne Usha
Subject: RE: Chekcad uour waifu adn difasepar
You know, the more I look at this, the more I like it. I think I'm going to go ahead and forward it to Patricia Chen!
Thanks for all your good effort, Usha!
Captain Leslie
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From: Anne Usha
To: Eddie Leslie
Subject: RE: RE: Chekcad uour waifu adn difasepar
Maybe with Galaxies. I don't think it's going to work with ships designed with the idea that they are permanently attached, because quite a lot of the structural framework is going to be dedicated to making sure they don't separate.
