Whisper

I saw about 10 minutes of it, 'cause I was slow turning off the TV and going to bed. Gaa! I suppose I should give it another try now, some of you seem to think it okay. But what I saw (episode had something to do with Draj(?) attacking space station) was terrible. The actors sounded like they were reading from the script, the characters were massively stereotyped! The spfx were nice, though, good points there. But overall it felt as if it took all the good elements for a number of wildly succesful space operas and smushed it all together in an effect similar to that of coffee from the bottom of the pot. Sorry, pardon my rant . In all fairness, I only watched it for a little bit. My first impressions as stated above caused me to run away screaming. DarkHorizon says it looks promising, so perhaps I should return for a second look. Does anyone know why Gene Rodenberry's name is included with the title?

I got a 286, no RAM (just swap files), with two 10mg hard drives, EGA 16-bit in-board graphics card, and a 32x CD-ROM No mouse port! Works fine for a word proccesor.

[rp] 18:01 hours Pixan Starstaion SS Vulture Docking Bay Mr. Liev waited. On the trip here, and musing the warnings of the bartender, he had realized that he knew absolutely nothing about the situation. No intel was bad. Flying down blind alleys was not the pilots idea of a good time. However, bad intel was even worse. Given total lack of information, a person tends to speculate. And given that there was no data from which to speculate from, any guess was guaranteed to be a bad one. So Liev took station just inside the docking bay, and observed. The first thing he saw was there was a break in the guards formation around the Vultures door. Someone had left. He then saw the guards (all human) un-uniform dress, and varied selection of weapons, which meant they were mercenaries, hired guns. Hired guns tend to go to the highest bidder. He had been noticed. The mercs were eyeing him, judging. Is he a scout? A bounty hunter? One of them? Whoever them was, Liev mused. He was probably one of them himself. Whether this was good for him or not remained to be seen. After Liev stood for several minutes with no response to their jaunted glare, the guns walked back inside the Vulture and closed the hatch. Just then, the personnel doors to the bay opened. Standing just to the side of the large, bulky frame, Liev was concealed from anyone who would walk in, unless the person looked directly behind. The man carried himself like a commander, if not in rank than someone who was used to being on the high end of the command pyramid. His shifty manner and casual air suggested that he was accustomed to "cloaks and daggers." He did something to the side of the {i]Vultures hatch, and Liev managed to pick up the name "Benjamin Somerset". Interesting. Could this be a meeting of Wraith Fleet officers? Wraith was the "Black Hand of Galcom", and the whole situation reeked of Black Ops. Liev gave himself a mental slap, and remembered about no intel. The hatch opened, and Somerset was crudely searched. Liev grimaced and realized his trusty Old-Earth Bowie (the only weapon he brought) would be out of the game this time. Somerset entered and the hatch closed. Deciding the time to act had come, Liev left his nook and approached the Vulture. Trying to remember his human pysch courses, he decided the safest thing to do was appear completely harmless, and give up his knife immediately. He pressed the comm button, and quickly stepped several paces back. The hatch opened once more, with the same mercs peering at him. A brief smell of stale recycled air puffed out. Doing his best approximation of a calm smile, Liev shucked off his heavy blue greatcoat and handed it to one guard. He then touched the auto-seal on his jumpsuit collar, and the one-piece garment quickly fell away at the seems. He offered this to another guard. He noticed a decidedly different expression on their faces. It was different from the scowls, which he took as a good sign. With his clothes in their hands and his obviously device-free body, and the warm smile on his face, Liev hoped he was showing how cooperative he was willing to be. The guards searched his attire and gave him no trouble at all, even when they found his Bowie and removed it from his greatcoat. They silently gave him his clothes back, and let him pass. Pleased, seeing his foreign diplomacy skills were still at tip-top shape, Liev entered the ship. Suddenly he froze in his tracks, realizing the grave error he had made. He quickly turned to the nearest guard and said "Excuse mekgg..." He stopped, adjusting his accent. "Excuse me, where am I travel?" The tech merc softly said, "Deck 3, briefing room." "Thank youk,", he replied. Finding the nearest turboshaft, Liev asked for Deck 3 and began to re-dress. [/rp] It's fun having people who aren't used to being around...people.

...decide to find out why they call it "explosive decompression" ...use the radioactive fuel core for a lava lamp. ...use the radioactive fuel core for a massage roller. ...drink coffee that came out of the "recycler" (good for 25 flushes!) ...decide its too stuffy inside and go out for some fresh air. ...peel of the ceramic re-entry tiles and use them for a game a Moh-Hajong. ...play "Twenty Questions" with Mission Control (Is the problem with the oxyegen delivery tank? No! 6 left! Is it the fuel tank? No! 5 left...) ...barnstorm (And now I'll pull a double flip!) ...try to find out how fast it really goes. (Wee! Earth looks so small! Sorry Huston, what was that? Your breaking up...) ...go on and on about "What not to do in the space shuttle". [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 10-24-2000).]

Grhhgrrrghhh! The shots keep getting better and better! Whoohoo!

[rp] 19:42 hours. May 18 3008 Pixan Starstation Pixan. Home and office for hundreds of the worst of societies mal-contents. The battered, grimy gathering point for the galaxies' flotsam, where the faliures of social control, personality reajusters, and legal systems meet to conduct the daily business of stealing, cheating, and murder. And a half-decent Emprian Ale, reflected Liev. After docking (and the usual bribes that such a place would require), he had logged in to the station 'net and rented a room for the night, then checked the registry and found where the SS Raven was docked. After checking in to his room (noting the grim efficiency of the table provided as the only furnishings), Liev decided to tour a bit if the station. He had only been on a starstation once before, and Orion HQ was the usual sterile millitary habitat that could be found across the galaxy. But Pixan, after seeing centuires of abuse only occasional upkeep, steched of uniqueness. And booze. Liev stopped his tour as he turned the corner of the hallway. Strewn haphazardly through the corridors of the station, he noticed shops and booths selling all kinds of wares, both legal and not, all with vendors blantently proclaiming thier wares. He noticed several bars, but all looked rather undesirable, and quite dangerous. But he now gazed upon a rather quiet watering hole, and from it was wafting the disticive aroma of Emprian Ale. Liev had always said that the quality of an establishment could be told immediately by the Emprian Ale they offered. He decided to give it the test. 21:23 hours He gargled the last of the his ale. After a half hour of sampling the various brands offered by the bar (drawing looks from the other customers), the owner (a Centris himself) offered Liev the "private stock". Liev knew what that meant. Back on Centris, it was quite customery to offer only the weak, watered down varieties of ale to tourists, so they could go home and brag about drinking the most potent brew in the galaxy without killing themselves. "Private stock" meant the real thing, all 250 proof. Normally this would be an honor. But had heard, from his friends who have done this sort of thing themself, that the owner would continue plying the unlucky drinker with a drugged version of Emperian Ale. When the customer passed out, he would be happily relived of his money. A friendly joke in most respects, which Liev would have otherwise have been happy to oblige in, but there was buisness to do. The Vultyre would not wait (he guessed). "No, though I offer thanks, sir, I don't have time today. Perhaps later we can play [untranslatable]." The owner was clearly shocked at Liev's command of Emperian, then smilied (or equivalent thereof). "Ah, I see there are no fools here tonight! You caught me, sir, and I can tell be your accent that we come from the same place, though different bloodlines we be. I too and from Centris! I hear you, you need to go now, but let me tell this: you are hear on buisness, this I see. Pixan has been rustling today. People of Galcom have entered and left my bar, and others say the same. Rumors of the Devils (Gammulans have a place in Emperian mythos) spread and are told. Watch your step, for Pixan is a danger at the best of time, which this is not." "I shall heed, sir, and thank for the advice. May your wishes grow." "May yours." They exchanged bows, and Liev went on his way, now seeing every guard, every pistal, evey bulge of clothing. He was certain that ceratain parties would not want him here, but he could not say which or why. But the meesage from "Blades" Savage sounded sinister. He reached his destination. The bay doors opened, and the tattered bulk of the SS Vulture loomed. [/rp] Whew! That was quite a bit there! Anyways, I'm here. Onward! Append: I said SS Raven, didn't I? Whoops! Mistake coreected (hey, there both birds! ) [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 10-20-2000).]

Viva la Peashooters! Perhaps a combination of space and ground? A transgalatic race to a surface mission zone, then hop into a ground vehicle to race toward a capture point of some sort. When people get there, thier car is disabled, so everyone has to jump out in FPS mode and duke it out. Person who holds the point for 30 seconds (or manages to stay alive the longest) wins. Side note: Isn't it cool that we can seriously propose this stuff?! I've seen FPS mulitplyer mods with rideable vehicles (C-S Jeep-o-thon), but something with so much scope I've never heard of! And this isn't even a mod, it's built right into the game! Yippe! ------------------ 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] 04:39 hours, 18th of May 3008 Lennen, Syrius Lyrius-Lennen Jumpgate A broad-spectrum flash. Briefly, every sensor within 25,000 klicks was blinded, as a masive but harmless shockwave instanly ripped through the system. Nobody save one cared, for the moment. A small, sleek shape, came with the shockwave. The local starstation did and could not detect the object, but other, more sinister eyes were upon the Bold Voyager. The sleeping form of Mr. David Liev became alert. His grim demaner somehow turned a shade more grim, as his eyes looked to his radar. On it was a single red blip. Liev hissed. The blip confirmed what he thought he knew: the Starstation Pixan and the infamous Lennen raider outpost were one and the same. Consdiering the goodies a sensor scan of his ship would reveal, Liev hoped no scout ships would investigate the Jumpgate signature. But hoping wouldn't be very useful in a firefight. He began shunting hyper-engine power to the... A deep growl emintated from the CMD. The Captain knew not why he had been ordered to Pixan. A Starcarrier was not an asset that was thrown around lightly in the Gammulan Navy, so he assumed this mission was vital. Given the system's strategic signifcance to Human Prime, he flet a succsess here would prove very valubale to his crew, and perhaps earn him an ear to the War Council. A simple interdiction was all required of him, to incercept all craft entering or leaving this system. The Captian could wonder why he was sent to barricade a mere pack of raiders, just as long as he did not question the Orders. A type 3 shuttle appeared, showing unusual power flucuations. The Captain's enginering background caused him to perk his ears in curiosity, but he would destory it anyways. The cloak decive disenged and 3 fighters launced. A mere 30 kilometers away, 4 adiitional dots appeared on Liev's radar. It was time to use some of Voyager's tricks. Without hesitating, Liev continued his shunting. With the engines off-line, there was now enough energy in the battries to engage the cloak the shuttle had been outfitted with. Although the ships were Gammulan (murduers!), Liev addmitted that it was time to hide. He actived the cloak. And his control board exploded. The nasal voice of the computer annouced a power overload. Cursing the Orion engineers who installed the device, but not pausing, Liev doned the VR conrol headset. The Vandal's were onmost on top of him. Liev checked to make sure his shileds were up, and waited for the fighter there to come just a little closer. He stole a glance toward the Starcarrier. It seemed to be letting the fighters to the work. Good. The Captain saw the target was not attepmting to flee. Contrariwise, his sensors showed that it had powered down it's engines. Perhpas hoping for capture instead of death? He chuckled at his joke. Almost there, almost there..."Ha!", Liev exclamied, his first word since leaving Orion. The BOld Voyager's tractor beam lep out, caught, and held the advacing fighter. Just before this event, Liev flushed all power that was not going into life support or the tractor beam into the retro thrusters. At more than 2,000 kps, the captured fighter leading the way, he slamemed backward, acclelerating directly at the Gammulan carrier. At 3,500 kps, the tractord fighter crashed into the bridge. The sudden loss of mass of the dearly departed craft caused Liev's shuttle to violently pitch upwards (realative to the Starcarrier). When the bottom of the hull was at right angles to the Gammulan warship, Liev slammed all power into his afterburners, just outrunning the shockwave of the carrier's daeth. The Captain, just become aware that something was wrong, and thinking he should have raised the shileds, was greeted with the very startled face of one of his pilots. Briefly. While the carrier was deconstructing itself ( [/rp] Yea like that, Gallion? [rp] ), Liev surrveyed the damage. The incredible stresses that he inflicted upon his poor tractor beam had nearly ripped it pout of its housing. And the malfunctioning cloaking device had also managed to take out the hyperdrive capacitor and his targeting computer. And there were still 2 fighters left fro the now-defunct carrier. With the lose of the targeting computer, Liev couldn't use any of his other "surprises". And without a hyperdrive, he couldn't run, either. The only option was either to space himself or try to reactivate the cloak. Since suicide was never a favored concept to Liev, he disliked both options. But, he deicded, if the cloak still doesn't work I can always still space. With that cheery thought leading him, he brought the cloak to power (quickly! The fighters just recovered from the explosion) and activied the system. The Bold Voyager quietly slipped from view. Sighing (an observer would swear it was a gasp of breath), Liev easaed up to full throttle and continued to Pixan. ETA 18:00. [rp] Hope I didn't mess anything up with having Gamms near Pixan. The Captain didn' know why he was there, so perhaps the secret is still safe.

Ah! Thank you, all. I also assume that the PTA is also concerned with whether the target is a freindly or not.

Hmm, good question! Personally, I'll stick with BC:M as my main game, but I won't exclude the possiblity of others. Instead of "impulse buying" games, from now on I'm jsut going to sit tight and waint for the plethora of "Years Best" features that always pop up around January and December. Then I'll just get #1 Future of the genre: It'll see ups, it'll see downs. With this new wave of banning FPS type games because of gore, other genres are surely to fall as well. RPG, strategy, aracade, even racing sims I imagaine. I think space sims will fare well during that era. They're hardly ever gory (remember the little pilots that fly out of the deystoyed fighters in Wing Commander?), and deal with the purely fantasy (at least right now) situation of vaccum combat, lasers guns, and warp drives (or equivalents thereof). The anti-violence paranoids will leave this alone, since a teenager who fantasizes about blowing up starships with his ultra-cannon probably isn't much threat to the public good. On a bit of a side note, I predict there will be a split in Space sim styles: the super-nerdy realalistic control freak type game (think BC with Newtonian physics), and the stragiht-forward "blow stuff up" type (think X-Wing without all the stuff to fiddle around with), to appease to the dispossed FPS gamers.

You know your a somebody when you get rejected by a world famous developer! No hard feelings, especially when I found out that you have to buy the Beta over the Web. Don't have any of those credit card thingies (spend money that I don't have?!) so it turns out I don't even qualify! Many joys to you fellows (and Ms. fellows ) Redshirts!

What is the priority (i.e. shoot the missiles, then the fighters, then the...) for the PTA?

[rp] 07:02 hours, 17th of May 3008 Orion Starstation in Orbit of Centris The corridors of deck 6 David Liev was whistling happily. This would not have been obvious for the average occupant of Orion HQ. A passerby might first think, upon seeing Liev, what a high-altitude marathon athlete was doing aboard a Galcom starstation. The second thing that might come upon this supposed passerby was concern, as Liev sounded as if he was slowly gagging on a piece of sandpaper lodged in his throat, and did not seem to be enjoying the experience. To this Liev would accuse the person of having no appreciation of fine music. For Liev, as he was marching gaily down the steel corridor, was whistling the tune to his childhood favorite (roughly translated)Rusted Fish Samba. He only rasped out this tune(?) when he was excited. Liev had never seen so many humans at the same time. Throughout his life on Centris, Liev had been isolated from his species, raised on the thin-atmosphered, dense planet since his birth. Since he joined Galcom as a planetory support pilot, he had on occasion met with those of his own species. He found their bodies frightingly expresive, and the shrill mews of English annoying and weak compared to the solid sound of his "mother" Empirian tounge. So when hear of new vacancy for a Fighter Leader in Wraith Fleet, he was not eager to accept the opportunity. Liev had almost a morbic fear of his species homeworld (an entire planet of such expresive beings!), and knew such a postion of power would one day lead him to the dreaded Earth. But David Liev was also an angry man. He had seen the destruction caused by the Gammulan Horde, had witnessed his hibernating human parents deystroyed on the colony ship. So now this man who was not a man, bred by aliens and almost loathing his own species, was to become the exectutive officer of an entire Galcom Fleet's fighter craft assets. All that remained to do was to get a ride to Wraith Headquarters, being rebuilt around Lyrius after its destrution in the already infamous Wraith Massacre. He had reserved a Type 3 shuttle for himself, refitted for long-range travel and a few extra "surprises" he oversaw while onboard Orion HQ. After packing his meager belongings, Liev went to his launch bay, powered up his craft, and exited Orion HQ. He was about to bid his world a final farewell when the comm chirped at him. He opened up the message (noting a Level 3 security encoding) and saw this: ------------------------------------ Fleet Leader Daniel Londono Warith HQ Lyrius Mr. Liev, Read attached orders. I regret I will be unavailable, but you will be briefed upon your arrival. ------------------------------------- TO: (Character) FROM : FC SAVAGE SUBJECT : SPECIAL OPS ONTENT : Mr. Liev, The following is FYEO. This message will autodelete itself in 60 seconds and will leave no records in your database. We need to meet to discuss a matter of the utmost urgency. You are to make every effort to travel to the Pixan Starstation and meet with myself, and another representative on board the SS Vulture at 23:30 hrs, 18th May 3008. Come alone and unescorted. USE alternative methods of transportation to reach your destination, and tell no one of your movements, or whereabouts. All will be revealed shortly. End Communication. ------------------------------------------ He could not help but notice the pointed Mr. Liev. Strange that a civiliian should be called in for a Sepecial Ops, refelected Liev. His transfer from the Centris Defense Force required him to temporarily resign from Galcom, even though technicly the CDF was under the umbrella of Galcom. "Less papaerwork," the clerk said. "Don't worry. We'll give you back your commission as soon as you report to Waith HQ." Looks like that won't be happening for a little while, Liev mused. Hope this Pixan thing won't last too long. The message deleted. Reviewing the orders again in his mind, Liev looked about his ship. And considered the extras the Orion engineers installed into his craft. Well, I think this will certainly qualifies as alternate transportation, Liev thought to himself, as he grinned a small, quiet little grin, and set the new destination into his Navitron. The hyper-engines enaged and the Bold Voyager leaped into the unknown, disappering from sight. [rp] Bon Voyage, Tac! Hope you'll enjoy your stay in Japan. Append: As I hoped I made clear above, the Liev character isn't truly human. He's been raised by aliens, so treat him that way. [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 10-10-2000).]

quote:Remeber here are the ranks for the pilots set up by Derek that we have to follow for pilots. These go from lowest to hightest in rank. PILOT (Planetary Support or Elite Force) Ensign Lieutenant Major LT. Commander Commander I take it this means a rank structure re-organization is taking place. Okay! The following will be the rank system of Wraith Fighter Command. Any questions or comments please e-mail to [email protected] Ensign- Registered, but has not passed mandatory training classes. Lieutenant- Passed all mandatory classes and is fully qualified pilot. Applies for Flight Leaders as well. Major- Squadron Leader Lt. Commander- Group Leader Commander- Fighter Leader ------------------ 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 Thief 2 myself. Ran away in fear after I found out I had to infiltrate a police station and not even hurt anyone! Perhaps I'll get up the nerve to try the level one of these days...

I just went around this page and deleted some frivolous posts of mine. I'd like to keep this topic strictly toward WFC news, so any comments regarding anything in this topic would be happily disscused somewhere else on the Wraith Fleet forum. ----------Offical Announcement--------------- A new asset naming system is in effect. All pilots are asked to change thier asset name to their CALLSIGN (can be different than forum or database name) and their Flight Identification Number (FIN). Example: Ranger 111 The first number is the designation of the pilots Group (4 Squadrons). Currently everyone is in Point 1, to be given a name after a Group Leader is assigned. The second number is the designation of the pilots Squadron (4 Flights). Currently, everyone is in Squadron 1, to be given a name after a Squadron Leader is assigned. The third number is the designation of the pilots Flight (4 pilots). Currently, everyone is in Flight 1, named Ranger's Flight after its Flight Leader. New pilots will be told their FIN after they are registered in the DB. Pilots will not be registered as on Active Duty untill they conform to above code. Officers (Squadron Leaders not attached to a flight, Group Leaders, and the Fighter Leader) are given the code 001, and my give their craft a personalized name, since they won't be hopping from one to the other. Example: Bold Voyager 001 ---------------End Message------------------- I did this for a couple reasons. First, it striked me as being rather strange that a person would name their fighter, particulary when you people will be switching crafts all the time on missions. Second, when GCO comes on, it would be fun for other players to be able to identify individual flights. There might be some squadron switching when there gets to be enough people, so a pilots FIN is subject to change. ------------------ 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 Amendment: Correct, Tac. [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 09-29-2000).]

A sonic boom announces the arrival of an Intercpetor from above. Which is quickly becoming less above. The plunging craft explodes mid-air, directly after the ejection of the escap module. With a loud crunch! the vehicle falls to the ground, making an unpleasant hole in Jamont's backyard.A suited pilot stumbles out of the hatch. brushes himself off, and removes the flight helmet. Underneath is the embressed face of Cmdr. Liev, who tucks his helmet under his arm and limps over to the hot dogs. He offers an aplogetic "Sorry," to the members of the party who aren't still clutching thier ears in pain. As he placed the burned reconstited pork intestine into the de-thawed bun he could be heard mumbling, "Gallion can't even take a joke!" [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 09-27-2000).]

Wow. What a sight(sic)! WFC's website is in my sig. I'll be expanding it as soon as I get a decent webpage editor. Great work to you and Stephanos. I was blown away with that intro! The unlinked pages sound extremley intresting. And I love the login screen! Great work! ------------------ 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 [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 09-27-2000).]

"Whisper: shuttles do not have any restrictions on travel - if you have the power." Hmm, I knew I'd find a use for that salvaged starstation reactor! Welding it onto the shuttle could be a problem though...do they make extension cords by the light-year?

I was browsing through the DB when I find that ISS now has an active fighter group! Horray! Someone else sees the wisdom of "pea-shooters" . I'm all ears on this news. Who is Mr. Lieutenant Ryan Parker? What will the responsibilities be for the 77th? How is the 77th treated inside ISS? And to Lieutenant Ryan: Hello! We must get our heads togehter and talk. My e-mail is [email protected] P.S.- Sorry about bargining in on your forum, but I figured this was the most direct way to welcome the new squadron! ------------------ 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

quote:PILOT: There are two pilot careers. The Planetary Support pilot based on a planetary starbase is responsible for flying combat missions on the planet. These range from defense profiles to highly dangerous enemy airspace incursions. This career only has access to deadly low flying gunships for combat assault, as well as shuttles for dropping supplies to frontline troops or evacuating injured or troops pinned down behind enemy lines. For complicated reasons, I wanted a Type 3 shuttle as my asset when I registered in the fleet database. I realized I could have one only if I have chosen the PS carrer, so I did so. However, I had no intention of remaining on the surface of a planet, as my duties as leader of Wraith Fighter Command would demand amounts of time in space. quote:Unlike the PS pilot, the EF pilot can fly in space, planets or between the two, carrying out all manner of combat missions. I saddly assume this means a shuttle pilot of any sort will never be able to enter space. Will I have to abandon my Type 3? ------------------ 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 P.S.- But is still sounds like fun! [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 09-25-2000).]

"Whisper, you got a pilot signed up. " That's a pretty funny story, actually. maybe I'll tell it to you sometime... JUNO is a perfectly legit address. Ranger has mentioned it, and says that he has recently moved into a new house, and as such cannot afford a $20-a-month ISP. He is using JUNO as a free ISP right now. I assume that the address, since it is connected to his Interent provider, is not a "vanity mail". Don't worry Tac, it's real. And on another note: That's everyone! All the folks who've said they want to be dedicated WFC pilots have registered. Whhoo! Now all I need is just one more warm body, and I'll have a flight! If there's a full flight, training can start right after BCM come out! And once there's a trained flight, our pilots will kick Gallions B.A.C's gluttamus maximus! ------------------ 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 [This message has been edited by Whisper (edited 09-25-2000).]

Hm! All valid thoughts. Dang, I love this board! Medical scinece in the last 100 years has progressed from the point of educated witch doctors to people having a general idea of what they're doing, in my opinion (of course in 2100 they'll be saying the same thing!). But what we have seen in terms of life expectancy is the result of medicine beibg treated as throughly and methodically as, say, mathamatics. It strikes me that at some point in the future (giving a WAG of maybe 75 years) the "boom" will slow down, revolutionary medical techniques will become less common, and the increase of lifetimes will slow down. However, BC takes place 1000 years in the future. That's a really long time. A thousand years ago, monks were still the prima donnas, the curved plow was cutting-edge technology, and the Angles were having a rough time of it with the Normans and Saxsons. Could any of those folks possibly have imagined the current state of anything? And back then, they was no fast, quick way of exchanging ideas, like today. Innovations to any one field would come once every (WAG) 10 years or so. Now they happen practicly every day! At this rate, folks in 3000 who live to 200 won't even be begining to start there lives! On the other hand, aramike has a point. When was the last time we saw anyone over 40 in BC? Darn Gammulans!

Oh dear.

That is a very nice interface. There is a word that desribes a short mathematical equation that describes a tremendous amount, such as E=mc2. That word is elegant. You have created an elegant interface. Hat's off!