Blades

Heh. Quick bit of trivia here. If you look at the hosting link at the bottom of that page, that will point you directly to the company I work for. [ 06-22-2001: Message edited by: Blades ]

... I swear, Im not lurking. I just got here.

I saw, I laffed ... then I felt bad. I hope to hell this is a joke, because if it's not It one of the worst things I have ever really seen.

Oh god ... will someone please gag him?

Although I cant say for sure, I would imagine that the relationship between the military and the police would be pretty much the same as it is in todays society. The Police go after the run of the mill bad guys. The Raiders, the Criminals - you're basic social scum. The military, on the other hand, deals with much larger organisations. Enemy military forces etc, terroist organisations etc. Generally speaking, the police would be allied with those military forces loyal to the central government. In human terms, this would mean Terran/Police work with Earthcom and by association, GalCom. What we now get into is a matter of juristiction. Historically, there have been occasions when the military have assumed responsibility for certain civil affairs. Depending on the nature of the offence commited, who it was commited by etc, there are likely to be times when both the military and civillian police forces will want to take responsibility for the perp in question. Generally, if the military gets involved, it's because theres either some sort of cover up going on or it's dealing with a matter that the Police arent equiped to deal with. So, who has the final say? Again, this is difficult to determine. The military generally dont have the right to involve themselves with civillian affairs, but we all know that this tends to happen from time to time. Likewise, the Police tend not to get involved in massed miliraty engagements. Sure, they may be enemies of whatever foreign military power is busy doing bad things, but they dont take charge of engagements against them ... at least not once the military shows up. Anyway, this is just my interpretation of things. Others far more qualified than me will probably answer better, but this makes sense to me. Gallion, where you at?

.... and if you find that he has smelly feet, you could always shack up with the Bladesmeister as an alternative. Good luck with the move hon. Hurry back.

Insurgent toadies, quit invading my forum or I'll let Epsilon 5 off his leash.

Rurgh! Did you just bang you head or somthing? First off, ICV stands for Insurgent Command Vessel. Insurgent. Insurgents are a semi political entity that is in no way affiliated with Raiders, Police, Hackers or any other caste. They are Terran Insurgents, enemies of Earthcom, and to a lesser extent (By mutual affiliation) GalCom. The Insurgents are already banded together. Thats the Insurgency. I believe what you are talking about are the UCV's, as in Undesignated Command Vessels - non allied entities that follow whatever whimsicle desire they wish. Im not even going to bother addressing this call to arms of yours. I doubt anybody is going to heed the words of a commander who doesnt even know his basic facts about the state of the universe, let alone rise up with him and plunge into a conflict that would result in them mostly being blown out of the sky. Anyway, this cause of yours is flawed. Stick to the shadows, keep your head down and steer well clear of Alpha Centauri - you'll last longer that way.

That goes Ditto for Orion. Dont make me come over there and whup your ass.

Bite me bite me bite me

Here here! Lets make Alex our morale officer. [ 06-19-2001: Message edited by: Blades ]

quote:The cast of the original dune movie had MUCH better acting quality though. Heck, original dune Chani..what a BABE!. Hoot! Sean Young perfection = Bladerunner. Dont even start to argue this with me. [ 06-18-2001: Message edited by: Blades ]

[RP] Once again, you’re timing stinks …. …. But if ever there was a time for discussion, this was it. Within the next few hours, the chances that they would ever get to speak again would dwindle to nothing. Chances were, despite the unexpected arrival of Chaviks toys, that at least one of them wasn’t going to be alive to discuss anything. Not her though …. “Step into my office.” Said Savage, tilting his head towards where he had just come. Akuma quickly stepped past Commander Polovoski, awkwardly avoiding her eyes. Savage glanced down at Neena and noticed a look of pained compassion in her eyes. She knows, thought Savage. She knows all too well what this discussion is going to be about. She told me that this was coming. But she doesn’t know about me, my conflict. She doesn’t know that Im every bit in love with that girl than I am with her. Savage attempted to smile at the strong, beautiful commander in front of him, but failed to do so convincingly. Instead he averted his eyes, then turned his head to look at something distracting, failed to find anything, then back at Neena again. Her own expression had changed. She looked confused, maybe even a little hurt. He stared at her for another moment, trying to convey the thoughts and fealings he had in his head and heart in a stare that she could read. Whether she read it or not, something seemed to dawn on Neena Polovoski. Her eyes lowered, and she seemed to take in a deep, painful breath. The expression she now wore was all the proof Fleet Commander Savage needed to be convinced that she now fully understood the situation – whatever that was. Im sorry …. Her eyes met his again, and she forced a small smile to her lips. “You have things to take care of Karl.” He nodded, forced an unhappy smile back at her and turned on his heel and strode uncomfortably into the ready room. The door closed, Reynolds was the first to be beside his former executive officers side. “Geez Neena, can you believe that?” She turned and looked up at him, a small tear brimming over and running down her left cheek. “Yeah,” she said. “the nerve of that man. That’s my office …” Savage had only just re-entered the room, and already he wished he could run out of it again. What young Akuma Munako had told him had been, to put it mildly, unexpected. “Defecting?” Akuma nodded. “You’re defecting?” She nodded again. Savage looked to the ceiling, then down at his feet, then with his hands on his hips, looking straight at her, he repeated one last time. “You’re defecting?” “YES!” shouted Akuma, stamping a foot down hard on the carpeted floor. “Im defecting, leaving the fleet, leaving you, bad memories, all the pain …. Im going away.” Savage stared at her, taking a moment to compose himself before continuing. “You cant.” Akuma gawked at him. “I cant?” Savage shook his head. “No, you cant.” Akuma shook her head as if in disbelief. “I cant?” This is getting tiresome. “No, you cant.” It was now Akuma who remained silent for a moment before continuing. “Why not?” This took Savage by surprise. He hadn’t (for some reason that would later elude him) expected this response. “Uh … because …” Akuma folded her arms and stared at him. “Yes?” Savage sighed and stepped up a foot closer to her. “Because you cant just announce to your commanding officer that you are defecting. It’s just not done that way. You cant tell me you’re going to defect, then expect me not to make sure that you don’t. If you or anybody else had told me this in any other circumstances, I’d have you frog marched to the brig and brought up on charges of high treason!” He stopped there, hoping for a quick response. He didn’t get one. Ok smart ass, plan B. “Besides,” said Savage, continuing. “I need you.” The side of Akumas mouth quivered. “You don’t need me. You’ve got her.” Touch├® “It’s …. Not that simple.” Replied Savage. “Hasn’t been for a long time.” “It seemed pretty simple on the cargo deck.” Strike one! “That’s was relief. I was relieved at being pulled out alive.” “That was more than relief. If you were that relieved, why didn’t you embrace the Insurgent Commander you were stranded in a cargo pod with?” Savage shrugged. “I dunno. He’s not my type?” Stupid stupid stupid Savage tried to apologise even as Akuma heard his words. It didn’t matter though, she threw her arms up in frustration and quick marched past the fleet commander on her way to the ready rooms exit. Savage grabbed her by an arm as she rushed past him, swinging the small woman round and pulling her close into his chest. “Akuma ..” She tried to break free from his grip, but he held her tight. “Let go of me Karl!” Savage struggled to keep his grip on her as she fought him. “Not until you tell me what this is really about.” “It doesn’t matter!” she replied, pushing hard against his chest in an effort to weaken his grip. Savage retaliated by gripping her tighter, pulling her even closer to his body, close enough to smell her non regulation perfume, close enough to notice that she wasn’t wearing regulation issue support – Rurghh! Now is NOT the time .. Distracted, he failed to notice her bring a foot down hard onto his foot until it was too late. Yelping in unexpected pain, he released his grip and Akuma pushed with all her might against him, sending her toppling backwards out of control and into an assortment of potted plants arranged by a large viewing window. She crumpled on the floor, knocking her head against a dull grey plant pot and banging her elbow against the wall. Despite the pain in his foot, Savage went to her immediately, lowering himself so he was face to face with the downed commander and brushed her hair away from the small cut at the base of her scalp. “Easy.” He said as she flinched away from him. “Im not going to hurt you.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “You already have, sir.” It was that moment, right there in the ready room where Fleet Commander Savage first knew without any doubt that he was, in fact, in love with Akuma Minako. Seeing her there on the floor, vulnerable like a small child yet strong with the power of her convictions, he knew that despite all the recent turmoil, tradgedies and suffering, fate had brought them both to this place, this time so that they could fulfil some predetermined destiny. Don’t buy into this bullshit, Karl. You know better than that .. For the first time that he could ever recall, the antagonistic part of his mind failed to sway his opinion. He finally found something he could not question. He knew this and trusted it completely. He’d never known anything like it. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours they sat there, looking into eachothers eyes, silently conveying the things that mere words could not. An understanding of sorts dawned on both of them, explaining away the months of friction and anguish. For that single clarifying moment, they both knew everything they needed to know about eachother, understood finally what it was that brought them to this place, at this time. They knew what they wanted. Eachother. “The timing stinks.” Said Savage quietly. Akuma nodded slowly in agreement. “Im probably going to die tomorrow.” Akumas bottom lip trembled, and tears began to flow freely down her face. “You cant die. I love you too much to let that happen. Please, don’t go – abort this stupid mission, Karl. I cant bear the thought of loosing you.” “I have to go.” Said Savage. Akuma sat upright. “No, you don’t have to go. Let someone else go instead. Stay here with me, lets just get up and run away from this, this war, all this death and suffering.” It was Savage who was now shaking his head. “I cant.” He said. “And you know the reason why.” Akuma couldn’t argue that. She knew all too well that when he made a promise, he would see it through to the end. More than that, she knew it was his duty and despite what she had often heard people say about him, his command abilities, even his questionable heritage, she knew that he was probably the only man she had ever known that she trusted enough to pull this off. “Don’t get dead on me Karl. I’ll never forgive you if you get yourself killed. Promise me you’ll come back.” Urghh, no pressure. “Ok.” he said. “I promise you I’ll try and come back.” Akuma shook her head. “Not good enough. Promise me you wont die down there.” He took a moment, thinking hard about what to say, how to say it. He didn’t want to lie to her, didn’t want to give her false hope, yet at the same time, he so badly needed to be able to believe that he would come back. Back to her. “I promise to come back.” Again her eyes welled up, her lips became tight and her body shuddered. Then she kissed him. [RP] Urghh, that was too mushy? Happy now woman? Right, lets get on with the blood letting.

Whats Dune? Damn girl, you need an education. Ok, it's set in the far future, details the exploits of two powerful houses, House Atreides (Not sure of spelling) and House Harkonen not to mention a bit of a chump of an Emperor, Navigators Guild, Spice, big BIG Sand Worms, Heart Plugs (Read it again if you just did a double take), Weirding Weapons (My name is a killing word), Folding Space, Hunter-Killers, Fremen, Atomics .... the list goes on. Take my advice, goto any book store and go look up Frank Herbert. You'll find a bunch of Dune related books. Theres lots of them, all need reading. At a pinch, go rent the original movie. It's hours long, slow and dull for the most part, but is oddly entertaining. Oh yeah, it's also got Sting in it not to mention Patrick Stewart (Who looks older then than he does now - he's had some serious cosmetic work), Sean Young and a host of others I'm not even going to begin to mention. I have yet to see the updated version, byut my friend bought it on DVD and loves it. Sometime I'll catch up and see if it's a more accurate telling of the story than the original film was. Ok, so I didnt tell you the plot. Im not sure If I could using words. Just go read it or watch it. Now!

[RP] “Smart.” Admitted Savage out loud to Insurgent Commander Chavik. “Very smart. I’ve seen some clever methods of hiding small craft from sensors in my time, come up with a couple of them myself, but that takes the biscuit. Just how long have you Insurgents been using that method to sneak cargo past us?” Chavik smirked. “Long enough.” Savage nodded. “That’s what I thought. Ties in really well with Rattlers admission of your current tactical strength.” Chavik stepped forward. “When you work in the shadows, you become accustomed to moving in them.” “Well,” started Savage, putting the datapad down on the briefing rooms table and looking over the first paragraph. “you wont be using that method any more. Not after today.” “There is no need.” Said Chavik. “We have other methods if need be, and it was only going to be a matter of time before someone noticed it. You might be able to buy yourself another promotion with this little gem.” Savage glared at Chavik. “Cute.” Before Savage had a chance to retaliate to the slur against him, Chavik stepped up close the Orion Fleets Commander and pressed on the advance button on the datapad. He skipped a few early pages, passing mundane items and stopped when things became more interesting. As Savage read through the manifest, he found himself staring at items of technology that he had only heard whispers about in hushed corridors, in classified reports or from the wreckage of downed Syrion ships. It was both a wonderfully enlightening and scary revelation. “What do you think?” asked Chavik after a few moments. Savage shook his head. “How did you get all this?” Chavik smirked. “Trade secret. Suffice to say, we have our own R&D division, and for the right money, we can buy certain info that we have been able to utilise.” Savage continued to read down the manifest, then stopped when he saw something that made his blood run cold. Savage turned to face the Insurgent Commander. “How the hell did yo-“ Savage blinked. Looked to his left, then to his right. He quickly spun around, desperately searching. Chavik was gone. For the longest moment, Savage just stood there, his brain attempting to fathom what his eyes told him. It seemed inconceivable that the Insurgency had access to this level of technology, especially considering that even Earthcom R&D techs that had first developed the tech had not been able to completely overcome certain limitations in it’s use. From what Savage was seeing, or rather wasn’t seeing, it was obvious that the Insurgency had accomplished what Earthcom could not. A fully working stealth suit. “Impressed?” came a disembodied voice from somewhere behind him. Savage whirled, his eyes searching again for the source. To his left, a slight distortion against the side wall. The framed distinguished service plaque signed by the Supreme Commander himself seemed for a fraction to be slightly out of place with the rest of the wall. Savage stepped up to where the distortion was, and held out a hand to investigate. “Not quite.” Came the disembodied voice again, directly behind him. Savage whirled as the hairs on the back of his neck stood erect and a dreadful shiver descended his spine. Involunterily he lashed out, his hands colliding with something soft just in front of him and then watched as a chair spun out, as if brushed aside by a strong gust or the invisible hand of god. An audible ‘Ooomph’ came from the floor in front of his, then another distortion in the empty space in front of him. A moment later, the distortion grew, then finally abated altogether as Commander Chavik appeared rather indignant in front of him. “Neat.” Said Savage, leaning forward and offering Chavik a hand. For a moment Chavik paused, as if unwilling to accept the hand of a man he called enemy, but then took it and was hoisted to his feet by the fleet commander. “Never thought I’d see the day when someone actually got one of these things to work properly.” “You’d be surprised what you can accomplish when you need to. But it’s not quite perfect. Not yet.” Savage nodded. “The original Earthcom versions couldn’t become completely transparent. There was a visible distortion in the area surrounding the suits occupant at all times.” “That’s right.” Said Chavik. “We’ve been able to modify the suit to become more effective at concealing the wearer. The distortion now only occurs during movement. If you remain completely still, you may as well not be there.” “And how, if I may ask, did you accomplish this?” Chavik frowned. “Im not going to tell you how we did it, but I will tell you that there is a price for near invisibility.” Savage pondered for a moment. “You increased the stealth field energy output, but lowered the radiation shield to counter the frequency distortion.” Chavik raised an eyebrow. “I see you’ve been keeping up with developments. I wasn’t aware that lowly fleet commanders had access to this kind of intel.” Savage glared at Chavik. “Im not your average lowly fleet commander.” Chavik smiled. “No, I don’t suppose you are. So tell me Savage, just what is the drawback of using this suit knowing what you do?” Savage answered immediately. “Increased exposure to a stronger stealth field with a lower radiation shield would result in rapid cellular damage. The wearer would suffer extreme radiation poisoning, manifesting itself as cell disruption. Eventually, the cohesive bonds between every cell in the body would break down, resulting in a rather painful and indignant end as a bucket of goop on the floor. Messy.” “Well, not 100% accurate, but close enough.” “I take it the effects would be culmative?” Chavik nodded. “It tends to vary from one individual to another, but personal cloaking like this will lead to eventual cell disruption after a culmative exposure of two or more hours. We are attempting to develop a treatment for this, but it could be years away – if at all possible.” Savage frowned. “Two hours. Not very long.” Chavik stepped up to him once again. “Long enough for this mission.” Savage looked back at the datapad and checked the manfest. “It says here, you’ve got four of these experimental suits on those shuttles. Five including the one you are wearing.” Chavik nodded. “A small team could get inside interrogation facility and extract Akira. We could rendevous with the strike team at security and then transport out of there before they have time to mount a serious resistance. With luck, we can be in and out of there in ten minutes.” Savage nodded. “These suits may well be the miracle we need to pull this off. We may yet get out of this alive after all.” Chavik sighed. “The suits make it easier, but unless security is taken and those transport inhibitors taken down, we aint going nowhere.” For a moment, both men remained silent, pondering the mission ahead and wondering where the fates would take them this day. Finally, Savage took in a deep breath, slowly blew it out and faced Chavik one more time. “Ok Chavik, you will lead the recovery operation. Pick your team, and have them assemble in cargo bay one for the briefing. I’ll have those shuttles picked up and ready for you.” Chavik nodded. “Ok. Meet me there in an hour. We’ll be ready.” Without another word, Chavik stepped past Savage and out of the briefing room. Immediately, the two guards standing outside moved to intercept him, but a wave of a hand from the fleet commander dismissed them. Savage followed a moment later, just in time to see the Insurgent exit the bridge and head off to god knows where. He looked at Neena Polovoski sitting in the command chair, and then over to Reynolds at communications. “Did the meeting go well?” asked Neena. Savage smiled. “We may yet get out of this alive.” Neena pulled a face. “Ah, that was the original plan, wasn’t it Karl?” “Well, yes, but up until now, I didn’t think it was actually going to be possible.” Neena shook her head. “Nice. Thanks for the heads up.” “Your welcome.” [/RP] Chav, it’s over to you now. Pick your team and have them meet in the cargo bay. I’ll send you an email detailing the assigment details, and I’ll leave it to you to formulate a plan.

It's been one of those weeks here at Orion HQ. We've seen Epsilon5 running amok in AW, building this, building that. S.O.O Hamblin has been working hard on the fleets official Rules Of Engagement, Gregs been chasing after tardy commanders and I've been doing my thang ... watching the world go by ... contemplating ways of making it goes bang etc etc. Imagine my surprise when I glared down at my monitor one dull afternoon at work to find none other than everyones favorite Russian, Alex Hawk had amazingly returned from his unavoidable exile to the land of non nettedness. Imagine my surprise when later that same day, Commander Zeal had also returned to the fray! What a good day this was becoming. Two old friends, back after so long in limbo, eager and willing to take on their old responsibilities with renewed vigour. But wait, it gets better. We are also proud to announce that Commander Dan ($ilk), and Commander Douglas Nicol have opted to join GalCom's finest ass kickers. Welcome old friends and new alike.

Yup, we remember our favorite ruskie. It's good to have you back Alex. We need you to get right back to work on those BG logos. Need anything (Such as Email details, forum details etc) drop me a line at the usual address and we'll have you fighting fit in no time. Oh yeah, and while I remember, Mr Zeil from times past has also returned to the fleet after a prolonged abscence. Since he was always very active in the past, Im willing to let him back in despite being dismissed from the fleet with eight others a month ago.

Heres an RP irony for you. Orion and Spectre Fleets agreeing on the same thing.

quote: Commander One "So long as that it's official" that's the part im not sure on. Maybe I missed when the SC made this an official part of the game? Immediate Answer to Commander One quote: Like I said, official as in it was played out in the RP forum, not just the creative endevour of one person who fancies himself a hero. At no point did I ever say Official BC historical data ... if you get my meaning. Theres the distinction. quote: There is every reason a recruiter can't make references to roleplaying events. Mainly because it is not official "roleplaying " histories. If thats the way it was, you'd have to ignore the previous few years when the other fleets were created. We cant ignore them, the community members who have become part of them (And may well have gotten so involved in BC BECAUSE of them), or the sensationalised 'histories' that have sprung up. quote: The roles of the fleet that is stated at this site that DS put up is official roleplay material. Can no one else see the differenc between what's player roleplay and the official deal? Yes, we can see the difference. Yes, we know the difference. But we cant ignore that it has happned and has become a big part of the community. Do you honestly think the community would be as it is WITHOUT the years of RP history we've developed here? People flock to innovation, imagination and the freedom to create and expand beyond the original premis. The sort of gamer this title appeals to enjoy seeing and participating in this sort of thing. If we went back to a three fleet system, it wouldnt be anywhere near as interesting as it has become. What each of the fleets stands for is detailed to a fair extent in our RP endevours, and has been incorportaed into OFFICIAL BC history. When it comes to playing the game, these fleets will play in the manner as they are described (created) in OFFICIAL history. Orion attracts those interested in big assed shooting matches. Wraith attracts those who favor daring hit and run strikes and covert ops. EACH fleet has it's own thing, and during their recruitment efforts, make a point of mentioning that to possible recruits who may decide they prefer the game style that that fleet favors. If these differences can be detailed in RP, mores the better! End of the day, a player will go where he wants to, and if he see's a fleets RP exploits (Or OFFICIAL Fleet FAQ Data) and finds them to his liking, he is more likely to favor them when it comes to choose. Why is that a bad thing? I dont see where the problem is. If it comes down to you believing there is a biased towards more active RP fleets, then I would suggest that those fleets believing they are missing out on recruits become more active in the RP arena. I would love to see more fleets getting involved, but it's not mine, my fleets, or anybody elses fault if they dont. The way recruitment happens may not be to everybodys liking, but it's the way it happens and theres no need to change it.

quote:My focus is when you bring major events that’s happened in rping (wars, battles, etc...)into other threads treating those events as if they are official when they are not. When and where did this happen? Your previous example was based upon a single commander that had been influenced by RP events (as far as I can tell) and NOT by quoting another forum members post. I would like to see where you think this 'Crossover' came from. Btw, Im not calling you out or anything, I just want to see with my own eyes that which set the alarm bells ringing.

Like it or not, we in the community have built an RP world that others enjoy participating in, or viewing. The fleets we all belong to (and some of us command) are RP creations, and as such are not covered in official history or game manuals. Maybe one day they will, maybe not. Regardless of that, they exist, and as such deserve a chance to become every bit as alive as the established (GalCom Prime, Earthcom, The Insurgency) fleets documented. The RP forum gives us a chance to create a history for ourselves and our fleets. This is not a bad thing by any means. The fact that some people may read the RP and make fleet enrollment descisions based on our RP exploits is neither here nor there. Why is that a bad thing? People interested enough in registering on the forum, in the fleet database etc are mostly the type of people who appreciate the kind of creativness that goes on here. They see a product with a fan base who is passionate enough about the title to spend their time, effort and imagination on bringing their personas to life. Personally, I feel that a lot of this has to do with the way I have incorporated some RP history into the Orion website - just the way other fleets have done so. I also believe some of this annoyance is due to some of the recent RP threads that have taken place. I can understand that the Earthcom Fleet Commander might be miffed by the idea of having an RP story based around the misdeads of his troops. I personally would be horrified to find my persona used in a manner not befitting the characters established parameters. However, in this example, there was never any direct relation to the 'bad guys' in the ITF thread and the existing Earthcom administration. In fact, it was very carefull avoided to prevent any potential RL/RP fallout. Bottom line, whether we like it or not (I myself like it) what we do in RP is create somthing we can all enjoy and be proud of. The contributions of a hundreds of vets and newbies alike has given everyone somthing they can involve themselves in. The RP passion of these people attracts others to the game and can only do good things for the community. I personally dont see anything wrong with our RP exploits (So long as they are fair) influencing community members. Im not saying that our recruitment efforts should take examples from RP and say 'Here, this is why we're so good, we kick the Insurgencys ass in *such and such* a scenario, so you should obviously join us. That would be bad. Then again, thats not even going on. If people want to further themselves or their fleets exploits in RP, they should be allowed to. Sure, it needs moderation to make sure that it doesnt break certain rules or give unfair bias to a character, race or caste, but to deny the existance of the RP history we have created here - be it official or not - would be denying what we as a community have accomplished through these long years. I doubt there is a person amongst us that hasnt been effected by the RP that goes on here in one form or another, and as a fairly major player in the RP arena, I strongly resist any notion that would limit our ability to expand what we have already created. Like it or not, RP will always influence people in one form or another. The best way to ballance that influence out is to have more people participating in that arena. Anyway, thats my rant. I'll be watching this thread very closely.

Geez, thats more fratenization than I like to see going on between two of my officers. Besides, what does this mean for you and me, honey? Ah, dont answer that ..

Well, as far as RP is concerned, whenever I've started a scenario which deals with other fleets in one way or another, I make damned sure that I first discuss the threads content with the appropriate people. The current ITF thread casts renegade elements (As in opperating without the approval or knowledge of command) within Earthcom as the bad guys. This doesnt impact on the legitimate Earthcom (Who we all know are the good guys, really ) who are in no way to blame for these renegade elements. All the same, it's kept pretty clandestine and so isnt considered public knowledge. A discussion about this might be a good call then. Start the ball rolling, and I'll be sure to participate. [ 06-11-2001: Message edited by: Blades ]

quote:...and never finish it. [Feeble comeback] Um, I'll finish you![/Feeble comeback]

You dont wanna be a FC, Zix. The works hard, the hours lousy, you get no appreciation for you efforts and as a rule, you should completely re-develope a new website every six weeks or so. Other than that, a fleet for newbies would serve no purpose. You wanna be in a position of authority someday? Well then, join a fleet, stay active, do as you are told and above all else, learn from the people here as to what it's all about. Knowing how to play the game is one thing, understanding your place in it is another. Right now, we're more politics than firepower - both have a very important place in future and should not be overlooked. First piece of immediate advice, sort that sig out. Welcome to the war.