Whisper

We (especially Derek) should feel honored that this low-ad (well, not really, as of late) title is beoing copied by the same massive publisher that did all the Command & Conquers, and have enormous resources under their belt. And they still aren't tackling the depht and scope that BCM is! Now that's praise!

Your joking, right? It's impossible for an indie to create such a HUGE, COMPLEX, friggin' MASSIVE game, right? I mean, it sounds like your modeling an entire bloody galaxy, right down to corprate warfare and dynamic politics! : Question: How will galaxy population be handled? Will there be a set number of craft, marines, ect, and players take the place of NPCs? By this I also mean including the building of stations and ships. [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 02-28-2001).]

Ohso: They're fishing boats, drilling platforms, or those funny glow-in-the-dark plankton that I forget the name of. Thanks, Wold! I got a new homepage now.

He he he... [rp] Modified TRT-15 Trnasport S.S. Vulture 11:14, May 19, 3008 ST-6 It had only been a minute or two since his encounter with the Gammulans, but already his request for help had been responded to. The merc on the intercom said one of the other guests was on the way with a medkit. There was gunfire outside the door. Liev strained to hear the type of fire. It sounded like...no, it couldn't be! There were at least two distinct parties, one on either side of his corridor, but they both sounded like Gam rifles! A Gammulan civil war? During a boarding? What was going on? Wait, now he heard three weapons! That one was from the weapons the mercs were carrying, cheap Terran affairs. Then, a voice? "Stop! It's Nimitz!" Then: "Nimitz? Who's Nimitz?" "I think he's one of ours, sir." "Are you sure, Hoffman?" "I think...yow!" More gunfire, from the merc rifle. "Die, Gammie scum!" "What the...Ben! Ben! It's Kyle!" "What? Oh! What are you doing here?" "Something about an injury..." On the other end of the hall... "Hey, you too?" Liev groaned, and the world went quite dark. [/rp]

[rp] 11:12 hours, 19th May, 3008 Modified LR-15 Transport S.S. Vulture Room ST-6 Tringkts is in full bloom, the beautiful nature preserve in the hight of its spring glory. The subtle shades of the green-brown trees and the dark granite sides of the valley filled Liev's eyes, the rustle of the wind sending a delightful chill down his spine. Inhaling deeply, he took in the scents of the kreenn bushes surrounding him. Soft music wafted across the deep valleys between the crags. Music?, he thought with a start, Tringkts is a no-tech zone. He strained his alien ears, and now the music sounded more like ship klaxons... He jumped from his bed. Gone were the sights of the preserve, the ugly metals walls of the Vulture sprang back into being. Emergency klaxons were sounding, the tones for combat/battle stations. This was troublesome, as Liev was riding in a highly unarmed freighter. Then the klaxons switched tones. "General quarters! Intruders on board!", they said. He quickly got dressed. His general quarters, as a civilian, would be in his quarters. Waiting in his room for intruders to be dispatched (or dispatch himsefel) did not suit Liev, however. He performed a quick wake up/warm up exercise, and took a look outside his cabin. He looked up and down the short branch hallway, leading to other rooms such as his. He saw nothing but doors (either the rooms were empty or thier occupants were adhering to the general quaters). To his right was the main passage for this deck. He walked over and scaned it. Directly in front of him were three squat armored figures, thier backs to Liev. AT first he thought they were the local mercenaries patroling the deck. But then one of the trio shifted his arms and Liev saw the barrel of a Gamma Arms MI-S class ion rifle. Standard issue to Gammulan starship marines. Only moments had transpired. There suit senors had not picked up Liev's breathing or heartbeat yet, and he could probably escape back to his cabin without alerting them. But they were Gammulans, a terrible crime in Liev's eye, and were attacking him (in effect), an afront to Liev's dignity and ego. So he jumped. The Gammulan neck his similar to most huminoid species. In carries the spinal cord (or equvilant) and gives the head flexibity. The Gammulan neck, however, was astonshingly complex in bone structure. There was a certain spot that if hit with enough force would plunge several sharp ones into the nerve clusters at the bottom of the skull, killing the Gammulan instantly. The Gammunlans were aware of this, however, and provided a large ammount of impact armor around this area. Too much though would hamper head movement and visiblity, though, so it was still rather thin. It could still protect from any hand-to-hand combat. So Liev used his foot. At the same time jumping forward, coiling his legs, and then puahing them out just so, he managed to fall to of the marines unaware. The third marine was quite aware, however, and spun to meet his attacker. Liev was prepared for this, too. Using the momentum of his first attack, he spun in the air, dodging the first shot. He landed on the ground (a bit slowly, he thought), and lashed out out the Gamm's legs. The marine of course did not fall over, his servos keeping him steady. However, those same servos locked his legs for a few moments, still absobing the blow. Liev took this time and the Gammulan's confusion to kick his rifle out of his hands. The rifle was bonded to the marines suit by magnets. However, the suit computer was still in patrol mode, and had not fully grappled the weapon. Partly because of this and partly becasue of the Gammulan still seeing if his mates would stop falling, the rifle flung away from him and down the corrider, past Liev. There was still enough juice in the magnets, however, to provided signicant resistence to Liev's kick. He winced as his leg broke. The Gammulan had just begun to realize that he was alone and without his rifle. He drew his sidearm, and tried to hit his assailant, who was now quickly rolling to the fallen rifle. Fired once, fired twice, the ball stopped. Fired... ...up at the ceiling as Liev shot a full blast of ionized energy at the Gammulan. He crumpled. Liev felt like crumpling, also. The leg was only now begining to call his attention, and the adrenaline was holding off most of the pain. He decided to make the most of it, and hobbled (crunch) back to his room. Thumbed the call panel, and manged to call a medic before he collpased. [/rp] The first casuality of the day!

[rp] Wold: quote: The main reason must have been that he could no longer conduct actions that were contrary to his character. Intresting, that. My impression of your duties and responsibilities, Gallion, was you could do pretty much whatever you wanted. "Creative acquisition" was your speciality, and encouraged by Wraith. Now, perhpas these actions being done against what you probably view as a just rebellion might have disturbed you, or perhaps it was becasue your "plunders" were going into the pocket of the gov'ment. Either way... It's just one thing that bothers me. Officers, commanders, good soliders, might (and often do) wrestle with the morality of thier actions. But at least they follow through, don't abandon thier mates, turn against[i/] the very crew they have fought beside. You might have thought long and hard on this decision, but I say this: there is only one breed of person who changes alligence at a whim, one sort who takes the easy way out and betrays their fellows-in-arms, and that breed is called mercenary. Goodbye, Commander. [/rp] ------------------ Commander David "Whipser" Liev GCV Bold Voyager, WRAITH HQ(LYRIUS) Leader- Wraith Fleet/Wraith Fighter Command "The underestimated weapon will deal overestimated havoc." http://www.geocities.com/cmdliev/flightroster.html

[rp] Did I call that? Did I call that?! You Insurrgies are so predictable! Next: a retoric that will make some half-creative response at orginality, attempting to prove randomness and cleverness. [/rp]

quote: Insurgents, News has reached me that Wraith Fleet has finally come to their senses long enough to realize that Rear Admiral Gallion no longer tolerates their incompetence of actions and deeds. He's been, as have we all, declared a "Shoot On Sight" target. I say that we should return this favor. Turn your attentions, momentarily, away from Orion Fleet and focus on Wraith Fleet. Within Reason, you are authorized to conduct a harassing campaign on Wraith Fleet, bearing in mind that you are responsible for your own actions and deeds. Make sure to keep those (RP) flags handy and use them! Do not however, forget that we are one community and do not go overboard. I will hold the guilty accountable if need be. No questions asked and no quarter given. That Is ALL! Brace for impact... Editing Note: OMG!! Rattler, I'm so sorry! I just cut 'n pasted from you, no harm intended. Man, that's the worse possible place I could have screwed up! [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 02-21-2001).]

[rp] Hmm, I haven't seen Gallion around ol' Wriath HQ latley? I wonder what he's up to? Maybe I'll swing by his quarters. Hey what's this on his door? So Long and Thanks for All the Radine, Gallion What could this mean? [rp] Oh! A bit of a surprise, but I can understand. Good luck in the Insurgency. ------------------ Commander David "Whipser" Liev GCV Bold Voyager, WRAITH HQ(LYRIUS) Leader- Wraith Fleet/Wraith Fighter Command "The underestimated weapon will deal overestimated havoc." http://www.geocities.com/cmdliev/flightroster.html

[clicks link] Ha ha! That's that little animation I saw a little while...ago... [stupfied look] Hu? [spittle forms at the corner of Whisper's mouth} Uh...err...wha...WHUMP. [collapses onto keyboard from the shear stupidity]

Hello. Okay, my disapperance: my airhead ISP recorded a billing overlap, and thought it might be real clever to CANCEL the time period in question. But I'm back. So...hi all! Caught up on the messages, and Mr. Fighter Leader is ready to go!

Very sorry, folks, but I'm going to have intermittent contact for a while. Lots of dog poo hitting the fan, won't have the oppertunity to check in as often anymore. I'm SOL, Warsong, so you'll have to have someone esle post up yuor artwork. I should be back, but I'm not sure how long. Till then. ------------------ Commander David "Whipser" Liev GCV Bold Voyager, WRAITH HQ(LYRIUS) Leader- Wraith Fleet/Wraith Fighter Command "The underestimated weapon will deal overestimated havoc." http://www.geocities.com/cmdliev/flightroster.html

I'm working on it, I'm working on it! At the end of the week I should have something for ya. It ain't going to be pretty though... If someone lives in their office, is it their quarters or their office? Worse yet, what if the office/quarters isn't even on the sation, but in the landing bay? [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 01-15-2001).]

[rp] 01:03 hrs, 19th May, 3008 Modified LRT-15 Transport S.S Vulture Room ST-9 After the dismal briefing, Liev was escorted by one of the mercs to his temporary quaters on board the Vulture. Given the size of the cabin, however, it might have been more appropriate to call it an eigths. And legroom was not the only creature comfort this yacht, oh no! As he was shown his room his escort mumbled something about a rec room and bar. Finding these two establishments proved no problem, as they were contained in the rooms that were not locked. "Why so much security?", Liev wondered. "Most of these rooms are probably just empty staterooms, anyways." He considered breaking into one when he found the recreation room. Using the word "recreation" in the most highly imgainative sense. Such heady pleasures as v-cards and Whack-A-Marn were offered, as well as a very decrepit comscreen, which by the looks if it could only pick up sub-hyperspace channels, if it was turned on, which it wasn't. And, yes, the power converter inside the babblebox had been dismatled. Looking across the glorious joys the before him, Liev decided to go to the bar. At least it held more truth to it's name. A hip-high table about 6 feet long streched the length of the room. Peering at the grimy menu pad, Liev decided to get something light and ordered a neat Credian whisky. To his dismay he watched the auto-bar prepare a heavily watered down drink, and spit it out onto into the stained stainless steel mug. After taking a sip, Liev decided the recycled toiled water in his room would be more refreshing. He emptied his cup and procceded back to his room. That was sonmething Liev never got. Back on Centris he would occasionally recive a black ops of one flavor or another, but was always well provided for (clean hotel room, decent transportation, manservent, ect.), but Galcom seemed to delight in putting its most valuable agents in the most disgusting pithouses in the galaxy. He did acknowledge that this mission was on a shoestring, but couldn't the Fleet Commander (or even Rattler, for crying out loud!) arange for something at least livable? Perhaps the tradition of destitution in spying was so ingrained in the Galcom tradition (and wasn't Rattler once a Galcomer too?) that it never even occured to either of them to hold this little coup on a hot luxury liner, or a civilian rent-a-cruiser? But, of nothing. At least there was air (albiet stale, and the sounds the recuirculater made in his room made it dubious wheter this condition would continue), and the plethora of mercs at all hours insured Liev's security. But there was always one thing about mercanaries that Liev could never forget when he delt with them: they always went for the highest bidder. He reached his quarters. After making a quick inspection, Liev found a well stocked library on the computer (to his great surprise), told the ship to beep him at 0600 (plenty, he only needed three hours of sleep), and settled down to the soft chords of the Tramis Flugal Quartet.

Oh! Oh! Andergum! You got 688i? Um...I don't suppose you could..ah...loan it?

Submarine 688(i), still one of the better realistic sub games out there. Ah, the simple joys of taking a radar check and hearing the tones of a Russian S-97! Then switching to sonar view and sneaking up on it through the winding ocean canyons! Torpedoes away, captain! Sniff. The orginal disk got cosmic-rayed to death many years ago, and I've never found it on those "Oldies but Goodies" pirate websites.

Random thought: You konw what BC real needs? Sleeping pills! *not wishlist, just rambles* *were did I put my Ginkoba? It was right here...*

I might have a job for you, if you want. I know ziltch HTML, but I foolishly created a website for Fighter Command anyways, here. I want to add a couple more pages, but the "idiot editor" I was using expired (shareware) and I can't find another decent one with WYSIWYG. If your intrested, email me at "[email protected]" Oh, that reminds me. FYI, I've switch services, so my new email address is "[email protected]". The Earthlink one is gone, and I haven't finsihed configuring Netscape for the AT&T one. I'm using the Hotmail for now. I'll ICQ or email you folks when of finsihed switching. ------------------ Commander David "Whipser" Liev GCV Bold Voyager, WRAITH HQ(LYRIUS) Leader- Wraith Fleet/Wraith Fighter Command "The underestimated weapon will deal overestimated havoc." http://www.geocities.com/cmdliev/flightroster.html

Hey! Welcome back boss! 'Course, your not boss yet, but still... Back so early? Thought you were going to stay untill January. But, de nada.

I don't know anything about this ATI, but I HIGHLY recomend the Voodoo 3. Mine cost about $100 bucks. A fair chunck of change, but highly worth it. The onboard 16mb of RAM does wonders. I highly suggest saving up a little while longer and getting one. (Note: I do not work for 3dfx. I'm just in their pocket. )

Mortin is a sick man. I just finished reading the first page of the "What the hell is with the RA2 review?" thread, the one right below the BCM one. He went through and edited almost every single post[i/] to make anyone who thought his review was a POS (everyone who posted except him)... you'll just have to see it. This f**ker needs to go to a shrink or something! Cripes, he must[i/] be under ten to do sh*t like that! (I apologize to all folks >10. Those of you who don't have massive egos and small minds are very nice people) I'm sorry. I'm off topic. Not even BC. But...he seems like the same sort of person who go off and bomb churches! Sue this @ss. Taking away his website would be a geniuine service to the human race. [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 12-05-2000).]

[rp] It was predictable. Get the top echelon of the reigning government and its current rebels, and it was guaranteed to be trouble. But not the sort Liev was assuming. He had thought the Galcom and Insurrgent leaders would be at each others throats by now, seeing as they were at war an all. But despite this, it seemed as if the Insurrgents were being rather pleasant about the whole thing, while the Fleet Commanders seem poised to rip eath others heads off. For the first time in his military carrer, Liev was considering to abandon the mission. Before his eyes he watched men who he formerly assumed to be competent individuals jeopardizing an entire species over such minor triva as court martials and finger pointing. Worse yet, there own species! Liev did not want to be fighting next to a person who did not keep a clear idea of what they were doing in their head. Several times he had dismissed pilots from his wing for reasons such as going after a shuttle of enemy officers while the rest were fighting of a carrier. He did not have the power to dismiss Gallion and Blades. Or at least Blades. He was co-orchestrater of this mission, and could not be excused. Nor Gallion, whose talents could be sorely needed in the upcoming days (weeks?). Someone needed to speak, now, before the situation spun so wildly out of control that the leaders, and thus the entire group, became raveing fools. Liev knew what needed to be said, but hesitated. The balance between the egos, not just Blades-Gallion, but Galcom-Insurrgency, was breaking. All players had preconcived ideas about themselfs and the others. These ideas needed to be abated, at least for the continuation of the mission, for this group to stop fighting itself and fight the enemy! Abated with careful words. Liev was not good with words, even in his mother tounge. Careful negotiation seemed well-nigh impossible in a language he had trouble pronouncing! But something needed to be done. Galcom was the only force in the Galaxy strong enough to resist the Gammulans. Earth (as much as Liev hated to admit), was the binding force between the nations in the Galcom alliance. If Earth fell, the Galaxy would fall. Brutally. Liev quickly scanned the room, hoping that someone else would see what he saw and stop these three or four men from annihilating the Galaxy. But all he saw were faces turning to anger or sadness (one even began to weep in the corner!), none ready to stop this snowball of hate before it turned into an avalanche. Liev stood up. "Stop!" The room turned towards Liev. Now or never, he thought, now or never. "Do yout not see waht yout are doingk? Do yout not see the truet enemy, but only yourselves, and your ego, and the immediateg? We are here to saven a man, to saven a planet, to ultimatelyk saven a Galaxy! Not to saven face, or saven pridet! There art non enemies heret, only friendst whog want the same ast you! Freetdom! Justice! The baest for the human race! We are same, we want to do the right thingk, for same reasonst. Once can we join? Once can we focus ont mission, and not pride? Yes! We can! We can! Just try, try veryt hard, and we, us, together, can join andt win, and save..." He looked around. Everyone had frozen, shocked or angred or what, Liev was to tired to tell. In some of thier eyes he could tell they listend, and heard. In others...some kept their eyes very dark. With all the energy he could must, Liev made one last plea. "For our people, men. Fort everyone." Quietly and slowly, he collapsed into his chair, sapped. What would happen next was beyond his control, only theirs. [rp] [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 11-27-2000).]

Horray Haroo! And not only do you get to worry about your slacker commanders, but you also get that really cool "1" next to your name in the DB! ------------------ Commander David "Whipser" Liev GCV Bold Voyager, WRAITH HQ(LYRIUS) Leader- Wraith Fleet/Wraith Fighter Command "The underestimated weapon will deal overestimated havoc." http://www.geocities.com/cmdliev/flightroster.html

[rp] Liev had three thoughts on his mind. The first one was "Am I in Wraith now?". Savage made no mention of civillians being in the crowd. He might have done that for simplicity, but Liev still intened to ask if he was a Fighter Leader now (or would be after this Vulture incident). The second was that this class of ship had the ability to carry Type 3 shuttles, the same kind the Bold Voyager was. It seemed to him that he could be quite useful with his customized shuttle available. Liev went to Savage and addressed him. "Sir," he said in his harsh, quite voice, " first I tellu thatt I will gladtly offtr my services to the misston. Second I wish to know twoq thingcs. Am I Wraith? May I havet my Bold Voyager duringt thisk okteghk..." he stopped and cleared his throat. "...during this operation?" Savage answered. But suddenly Liev found himself barley listening, overcome with the third thought: Gammulans! His hatred for the species was violent and irrational, most incongruous with the rest of Liev's mind. His only thoughts of his Insurrgent companions was intense gladness that they too were going to aid in the Gammulan eradication. Savage had stoped talking and was eyeing him carefully. Liev realized he was growling and gritting his teeth. Quickly trying to remember what Savage had said, Liev realized the Fleet Leader took his sudden display of emotion as a response to having to work with Insurgents. Liev shook his head, "No, no no. Insurgents will be goodk allies. I am gladk." He hoped Savage would believe. Comrades-in-arms made poor enemies. Thanking him for his time, Liev was about to see about the Voyager when more question happened upon him. "Sir. Why did you ask I for mission?" [/rp] To make things absolutley clear, Liev has no problems with the Insurrgency. He rather supports the cause, so he won't cause you fellas no harm. Blades: Having my shuttle around would be nice (no weapons or such inside, don't worry), but a number of systems are all smashed up and need repairs that Liev can't do.

Going off with what Aramike said: yes, many people don't vote. Heard on CNN that about 25% were predicted to not show up. In some (but not many) cases, this is do to some event that prevents people from going to the stations. But most people either don't feel like it or don't think there vote will matter OR don't endorse any canidate. Russia has recently created a new option for the "Don't Matter"'s and "Everone's an @@$"'s of the voting populace. Now in every ballot in the country a "None of the Above" mark is availabe. If "None" beats all the canidates, the parties have 3 months to put together another canidate, and the old ones are chucked. This seems quite democratic. People are now able to state thier dislike for everyone. Very nice. Vote yes on "None"!