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though, I have had little problems, with the previous way the craft operated planetside, I do like the effect the AHS has within the game. Makes one feel as if they are really flying in atmospheric turbulence, and such. VERY realistic impression...bouncing along

I am at work, and dont have the information with me; however, when u run the program, to join the server,...select FOX-public, then look at the lower left hand corner of your screen. The IP will be shown, before you click join.. finally got the crashes stopped. now to find out how many this machine can handle, and remain stable. Friendly fire, is turned off, and NPC is running. I will start by ony allowing a small number in(5 for the time being). If the server remains stable, I will increase the number accordingly; until reaching a viable limit, as to how many can play adequately. Any Problems, just P. M. me..Ill try to help, if i can. hope this helps.

Ok, ALL,,,Server is up...No. Passords are implimented a this time. I intend on trying to keep it open. Running the .14 patch. Everyone is welcome.

UPDATE: on 24/7 server. I have been having some difficulty, and have narrowed the problem down to the machine's Mother board.There has been a hardware failure. I have bought a NEW mother board, and will begin setting the machine up, this weekend!! Will be ready to rock and roll, soon!

quote:And listen to me...my proximity to Berkeley is affecting my political views LOL....I hear ya. I use to live in Freemont too..

I use the logitec 3 , and are aware of the drifting. When I used it on my win98 system. I had to always calibrate it in windows,and leave the thrust to max.... before i fired up BC, or UC. Then when it started to drift, the in-game joystick centering proved acceptable, though a little irritating. With winxp, i no longer have to pre-calibrate the stick...with the ctl+alt+j command. I just hit the key combination in game, when it starts acting funny...I have gotten use to it.

Congratulations, on getting out of charlotte!! As a former Resident of RockHill, I can relate. been outta there, for close to 5 years now...Thank God!! Nice place to be, if your not trying to get ahead

Ok. I hope, this is being posted within the correct catagory, but here goes... I am in the process, of setting up a 24/7 UC server. The machine, is not a road runner, but i THINK, it will suffice. 1.2 gig machine. It is quite, a project, as I have had to rearrange a whole bucket load of things, to get the right machine, placed in the right position, within my network of computers. Windows!!, and it's poor understanding of nic cards, has been giving me a headache...but patience..I'll get everything worked out and stable, before too long.... I hope. @ SC, I am not sure, but was under the impression, this is something, 3000ad would encourage. Let me know [ 09-22-2004, 06:12 PM: Message edited by: Supreme Cmdr ]

LOL..your probably right There must be some REALLY worried investors...

rofmao

WHEW!!! OK, Panic attack abated....

quote: I have a feeling don't quote me on this but soon there will be no servers available unless you are a fleet member so if your not in a fleet say bye bye to MP for awhile anyway. I would hope, this is not the intent... or in any case, not the ONLY future of MP. If the whole, of mp, is to be private, or purely for competitions, that would sure cut out a lot of people, who would enjoy mp, for what it is, just multiplay.

continued..... Two days had gone by. No one had seen or heard from fox. Jaonna, was slightly amused, at catching herself thinking of Commander Street, as the "Fox". She knew, when fox decided to "Run Deep", no one could find him. Commander Sair, worried Jaonna. He knew too much, and had some high up contacts. The isolated stand against GFS, was as dangerous a position, as any could take. The GFS was known for it's back handed approach, dealing with uncooperatives, in the field. This Commander Cartman, was another problem too. He was, at present, loyal to Sair, but Jaonna could sense, he was one who could turn. He would be one, she, and Fox, would have to keep an eye on. So far, Commander Street, had not actually attacked a friendly. All his antics, over the communications channels, had served to inflame every fleet, but it was the smallest fleet, who would be the first to challenge Fox in battle. The morning of day three, the Dam broke. Jaonna awoke early, and decided to get a bite to eat. Upon entering the galley, she could feel the excitement. The buzzing conversations, were made up of wild speculation. Fox had been seen flying out past the IFA2 worm hole.There was word, that the DEVIL's Hand Raiders were trying to entice Fox to enter their region of space, but fox was challenging them to come to procon. One intercepted transmission from the legendary DEATH STRIKE, the most feared of all raiders, Leader of the Devil's Hand. It had been scrambled, but Paladian cryptic division, had decoded enough of it. It was clear. The Devil's Hand, was taking street up on his offer. Commander street, had been sitting in Tacops. He had been at it for hours. Sair, had relayed the content of the transmission intercepted from the DEATH STRIKE. Street was a little apprehensive. Though, he was sure of his skill, there was always a chance of a miscalculation. That one small error...making the difference between life and death. "Commander", the comms officer interrupted his thoughts. "Yes? What is it?" "There is a commander Ethan Stone, of an EarthCom Firestorm, wanting to chat with you sir." "Put him on my private channel", Street remembered Stone. Stone had saved him, when things had gotten hairy, but EarthCom? "So, now stone was with EarthCom", he thought, then smiled. "What's up Commander? What can the FOX do for you?" street asked. "Thought you could use a little help. The Devil's Hand, is headed this way...you have any plans?" Stone was all business and direct to the point. "Just staying alive...is the only thing i have planned" street responded. Even though, Stone had proved to be an unexpected ally, street wasn't about to reveal any real detail, as to what he was up to. "No time to chat. I'm going to greet them at the gate...good luck commander" the transmission ended abruptly. Suddenly, the klaxon sounded. One of the Raider ships, had come through the gate. Street started barking orders, through the ships general communications channel, as he raced for the bridge. On the bridge, Commander Street's well trained crew, were busy scanning and making calculations. "Launch the shuttle....Target that Solnar," It was Kahn, He had been the first through the gate. Commander Stone's Firestorm had just come out of hyper, and was closing on Kahn's ship. "Shuttle Launched".."Hyper Jump Initiated" the computer announced. Then, the klaxon rang out a second, then a third time, as two more ships came out. They were all three within range of Stone's ship. Street could not help but wonder, what was driving this Commander Stone, but was not about to complain. He smiled, at the thought of the surprised look, that would be on the faces of those Raiders. "To late, to change strategy", Fox thought aloud, "Ok. put everything we got, up the Maru's back side" Just as the Coyotes came out of hyper, and started to swing around on the Maru, to unload a volley of missiles, the DeathSrike's PTA started hammering the coyotes' shields. "Hold it steady. Stay on the Maru." "Yes Sir" the nav officers voice was steady, but street could see the worried look, on her face. The steady "BOOM...BOOM" hammering the shields, had street sweating. He could not let the crew sense his unease. "Where's that third ship?" street demanded. His voice, barely audible above the pounding his ship was taking. The shuttle had jumped to Paladian station, first. This was to give the Coyotes time to distract the Devil's Hand Commander. The plan was to get within a few hundred yards of the DeathStrike. The legendary leader of the Devil's Hand....Commander Shingen, himself. Carl, knew his mission was dangerous, but would complete it for his Commander, or die in the attempt. The shuttle came out of hyper, the second time, right in the midst of the battle. There she was. The DeathStrike. PTA blast were cutting through space, like swords of fire. Missiles were exploding all around the maru. Carl got a glimpse of the Maru. He noted plasma streaming from here main engines. The EarthCom ship was relentlessly punching holes through her hull. her shields had already failed. " This little trick, should make that Gammy scratch his bald little head", carl whispered, as he pushed the download command. The virus, was well on its way into the DeathStrike's weapons computer. The third ship was a Ter/Rai. A Commander of the Silver-Lining. A Commander Jason. It was no surprise, there was a Ter/Rai helping out the Devil's Hand, but the name of the ship, was uncanny. Street thought it looked familiar, but could not place it. He kept feeling like it was connected to Prime Fleet. Was this the same Silver Lining, attached to Prime fleet? "Warning Shields are down" the computer sang out, "Warning... Damage" The Coyotes, had left the Maru, for Stone to finish off.Fox had full guns blazing as he headed for the DeathStrike." Warning Damage". "Hard to port!!...Hard..." There was an explosion, as medbay was decimated. " to port!!! damn it!!" street screamed, to be heard through the noise. That Jason, had come across the starboard side of Fox's little starcruiser, and took advantage, of a distracted gunner. Relief came in increments...along with the shield charge, building back up. "What the f...", Came shengin's voice over the comm channel" My guns aren't working.. I'm pulling out." Street smiled. Carl had succeeded. He noticed, the missiles were finding their mark, as the legendary DeathSrike jumped. He wasn't sure, but Street thought he saw minor explosions, and plasma leaking, as she disappeared. " OK, Lets teach that Commander Jason, a lesson about attacking the Fox" The Coyotes, along with one very unexpected EarthCom ally, jumped on the Silver-Lining. The Maru, was exploding, in its last stage of life. The legendary Death Strike. and Leader of the Devil's hand had been forced into retreat. Street was wondering what was going through this Commander Jason's mind, when he realized, he was all alone. It took less than 10 minutes, for the EarthCom ship, and the Coyotes, to finish off the Silver Lining. He had gone out, in a bright orange ball of fire, in the end. to be cont....

quote:While I agree cheating in multiplayer is odious, I can't see the harm in anyone doing anything they want in SP. Morrowind is a perfect example; I used the editor to add interesting spells and artifacts, to flesh out the world. My son (11) used it to make a kick arse sword so he can kill everything. I had fun. He had fun. No harm. In BCM, I always played in debug mode to get time compression (OK, I got corrupt games too. My own fault and I don't whine about it) I also had Fleet C&C in that mode (and the ability to destroy any target, etc.) I almost never used the C&C, only to "request" escorts occasionally, or to flesh out a battle. In short, to make things more fun, as I defined fun at any given instant. To me it's ludicrous to criticize how anyone chooses to play when they're playing by themselves. Maybe it's because I'm definitely a Role-Player. To me it's more about a good session of "make believe" then proving my ability to myself or anyone else. Those arent CHEATS, in my book. I would consider that to be modifications for personal enjoyment. To me, the word Cheats, would imply : UNFAIR advantage. Sorry, I misunderstood the actual concept, you were referring to.

"here kitty kitty kitty", ha ha Ha Ha HA HA!!! " THE FOX ", laughing wildly over all the fleet's communication channels.

just being on duty, I think

Now, here is a computer, for UC MP servers http://www.elecdesign.com/Articles/ArticleID/8614/8614.html quote: NASA will integrate a cluster of 20 interconnected SGI Altix 512-processor systems for a total of 10,240 Itanium 2 processors.

Kahn, a Ter/Raider, had acquired a new solnar class ship. He was more than a little perturbed. He had lost two ships, of late. and both had been, while attempting to gain brownie points with his Commanding officer. Both attempts had failed. Kahn realized what had gone wrong, but that didn't help. Now it was a matter of honor. He had scrambled, to get back to the Eluri sector. He knew fox, was still there, and he wanted to finish that Fox off!! upon completing the jump, into the sector, he quickly noticed, FOX with an S.O.S. His shields, and engines were down, and he was drifting. Kahn,who was normally quite attentive, did not notice, just how fast fox was drifting. He made the jump. Coming out of hyper, he flew right past fox's crippled ship. Suddenly there a barrage of pta fire, damaging his ship. "Damn, what the hell...?" thought Kahn, before realizing, it had been a ploy. " Grrr" Damage was, mostly, just the armor, with minor damage to various systems. Knowing, he was vulnerable, Khan quickly jumped to Procon's dark side. cruising along, in a defensive mode, to get repairs under way. "Sir, the Fox just jumped, he is headed this way", one of his officers reported. "wait until he enters the atmosphere, and go space bound", he said.It wasn't the best of strategy, but for the moment, he didn't feel he could take on Fox effectively. "Get this bucket repaired, on the double, gentleman" he ordered his engineers. When street had seen Kahn's return, he was impressed. This Kahn, was quite aggressive. whether from grudge, or just following orders, his persistence was admirable. Street sat calmly, playing crip, as Kahn,s ship passed within a few kilometers. The Pta's aboard Fox's cruiser lashed out. Not enough to really hurt kahn, but giving him a good stinging. Street watched to see what this raider was going to do next, and was not surprised to see him jump to Procon. When Kahn entered orbit, is when the decision was made. " Turn off that S.O.S. and go after that raider", street ordered his navigation's officer. "Planet Fall Established" Where was Kahn? Street looked around and realized, he had missed his mark. "If you can't fly this damn ship, Let someone who can take over!" He was pissed. "all right, take us back into orbit. we will never catch him from this distance." As the Coyotes, reached orbit, the Klaxon sounded. There was Kahn, less than 30 Kilometers away. Street could see he was turning, but not as fast as he should have been. At first, he wasn't sure Kahn had even noticed, but then the pta's started singing. Jaonna and Commander Sair, stood glued to the screen. This was the same type of thing, he was getting use to witnessing. "Fox is a fitting name", he mumbled. Jaonna said nothing. She watched the whole scene, as a trainer would watch a cadet. Judging every maneuver. Feeling pride, when done correctly. But coming with this particular event, there was anticipation, and a sense of dread. "Just how good is this Raider?", she thought, "And why is he here now, and why the fox? There were several unescorted transports in the vicinity," She wasn't sure what it was that made this whole situation, a bit out of place. Something just didn't quite add up. They watched as the coyotes unloaded a volley of missiles at the raider. Kahn's PTA were firing, but could only beat fox's shields down in increments. The coyotes was swinging around, putting his main guns down the middle of the Raider ship. This went on for several minutes. It seemed like time held still. Then all those missiles, made contact...one right after the other. They could see, Kahn had lost his shields, and was sustaining damage. Suddenly, when no one would have guessed it possible, that raider had managed to jump toward procon. Even before the coyotes could respond. Kahn had made planet fall. Street, grimaced, as he watched the damaged raider ship diving toward Procon. He never thought, Kahn would actually enter the planet's atmosphere without shields. But there he went. right into the atmosphere. The awaiting explosion came just minutes later. " I wonder if he made it, this time.", street mumbled aloud. "Pardon, sir?", asked the first officer. "Never mind, go to strategy B2. Let me know when your ready", Street ordered. He had something else, on his mind. He was thinking of Jaonna. wishing, she could see how good her training had paid off. (to be cont.)

(continued) news update: "GALCOM SECURITY FORCES NARROWLY MISS FOX",read the headlines. At approximately 18:40 today, the Paladian Star Station was surrounded by cloaked ships, as GSF staged an unexpected attack on the fox. "The attack was successful," said an unidentified GSF officer, "In that we have the fox's ship; however, when boarded, he was not on board". Jaonna, skimmed through the rest of the article, knowing there was no information, she did not already know. She wanted to see if there was any mention of commander Sair, of Paladian Station. Seemed, the harder she tried to arrange a meeting, the more remote it was becoming. GFS had him under guard, somewhere. The attack on Fox, was without warning, and the whole station had gone on "LOCK DOWN". Jaonna, knew better than try to push any weight around GSF, in the field. Some real big shot, staged this one. Sitting in the mess hall, looking over the paper, Jaonna comfortably listened. The little listening device was an ancient, passive, amplifier, implanted inside her ear everything. the frequency control -ed modulation filters, eliminated all the background noise from the environment. "That fox, never was in that ship, I tell you!", one of the GSF personnel mumbled to the man across the table. "Don't be ridiculous. He had to have been. That ship didn't pilot itself, that close to a star station!" The two men were sitting across the room, trying to be discreet. "You tell me, how he got out without anyone seeing anything. Not even a transporter beam", the first man retorted. Jaonna, was smiling inside. She had feared the worst. it had been highly possible, street had been caught, and was already under .interrogation Lying to the media was common practice, for GSF. That night, the klaxon's sounded. Upon cracking the door, Jaonna could hear guards mumbling about a FIRESTORM, with Fox's transponder signature, drifting a couple thousand kilometers from the station. It's S.O.S was being transmitted. Jaonna, decided to get dressed and go for a stroll. Making her way towards the command center, she was quickly putting together pieces of fact and rumor being discussed among those aboard the station. GFS, was not planning on approaching that ship, that was sure. Where fox had obtained a replacement ship, was anyone's guess, and Jaonna knew, there was little chance of anyone finding out. Turning a corner in one of the corridors, Jaonna ran headlong into commander Sair, accompanied with his personal body guards. He grabbed her by the elbow, and barked, "Come with me,. We were just coming to talk with you" Commander Sair had practically pushed Jaonna along. It was evident, they were heading toward command. Pushing through the security doors of the command center, they kept moving, until they reached an office. Stepping inside, She noted a man standing , looking out the window. "Margaret", Sair blurted to the woman sitting before a console, "Secure this office. Priority One Omega. No one gets in; Not GSF..Not anyone!" Sair's voice, sounded like he ordering a new recruit to do 100 push ups. Margaret, quickly pushed something on the console. There was a slight hum, as the security field generators released their initial storage charge, and the security shield engaged. "Commander Jaonna, meet Commander Cartman," Sairs stood rigid "Commander Cartman, was the strike leader, against the GVC Coyotes,. earlier. Not that ship out there pretending to be crippled" "Why tell me?", Jaonna was being cautious, showing no expression. "Because I know who you are. I know your connected with this Fox, and I want your help.", Sair was showing frustration. as he wanted desperately to do something, but could not.. (earlier) Street was sitting at the com, almost mesmerized with the view. He had always enjoyed the last stage of approach. The beauty of such a large, man made object, in space. The twinkle of lights , seem to give it life itself. Suddenly, deaf defying explosions started going off. The shields gave way, almost immediately. a whole volley of missiles had hit; one right after another. "Shields Failed" , rang out the computer, " Warning...Warning...Damage" The ship rocked violently. There was an audible whine, as the reactor went off line. Street sat calmly in his seat. He knew what he was going to do. This was an inevitable scenario. Plans had been carefully put in place. Now was the time. "Hull is damaged", the computer monolog continued, "Warning, Damage" Street reached out and pushed the button.... (to be cont.....)

quote: Every time one of the star trek series starts to falter their answer is to throw as much rampant immorality as possible into it instead of actual Scifi content and Good story arcs. It seemed like: When Gene Roddenbury died, maybe a year or 2 before, All the SarTrek productions had been turned into evening SOAPS, with every conceived socially immoral act, pursued by every leading role, character. I would not consider myself a "Trekke", but I am a hard core Sci Fi fan, from way back. without "science fact" wrapped around ANY futuristic story line? I see FANTASY FICTION, being passed off, for SCIENCE FICTION. Its quite irritating

read everything you can about the game on these forums, fix your sig.(system profile etc.) and then download the required patches. Your ready to go welcome, by the way. no walk throughs, with bcmg. I learned through trial and error...and using the forum search...(dont worry, it still works, but I coulda swore, I wore it out) Its a game, like no other(imho)

Welcome

RP Captain Jaonna, one of Galcom's best black ops officers, was sitting in the back seat, of a shuttle bound for the Eluri, Procon sector. There had been reports of a TER/MIL black op's operative running "AMOK" in that region. Disobeying direct orders, openly defying the fleet, and doing covert hit and runs. Apparently, he shows no regard, for race, class or affiliation, what-so-ever. Calling himself "THE FOX". The commander of the Paladian Space Station claimed, on Universal broadcast, that he had no jurisdiction over any black ops personnel. He made public statements saying his hands were tied, in a beurocratic magmire, and refuses to do anything about this apparent renegade. It was this reason, Joanna had been given this assignment. It was merely to appease an outcry, from some of the various individuals, with clout. Jaonna, knew everything there was to know, about this operative. After all, she had trained him. She had always admired him, for his radical "fly by the pants" tactics, which always seemed to be one step ahead. He had an uncanny ability with almost any ship, but the heavy cruiser's were his forte. The "Fox", was commander Street. He called his ship, "Coyotes". He had been on assignment on Procon. The assignment was buried so deep, in secrecy, only Jaonna, and one other high ranking Galcom official, actually knew it's purpose. All contact with commander Street, had been severed from the beginning. That was over 6 months ago. Not one report!! This peeved Jaonna. She had been against it from the start. She had wanted to send in a operative, to monitor the mission's progress, but had been stonewalled. She had been given, no say, in the matter. Now she had to go in and figure out what was going on. She couldn't let street know she was there. She had already sent two of her most trusted operatives into the region. No one could figure out why street had suddenly surfaced in such a radical mannor. "What in the SC's name, was he doing?", she thought, "Coming out in such high profile, antagonizing and challenging the fleet, of all things!. And not just the fleet, but ALL the fleets! Has he gone crazy?. It wouldn't be the first time, one of Galcom's operatives had gone over the edge, But this thing street was doing, was so far out of character, there has to be something else going on." She was determined to find out what, before someone actually killed him. After all, Street was the only one, who seemed to know the truth. Rumors were running wild. Seems, a couple raider ships tried attacking him, a few days ago. One of them was wasted, by the Paladian station. The station's commander denied protecting the "Fox", and claimed his gunners were simply doing their job. The other, a carrier, "fox" had somehow forced down into the water, on the dark side of procon. Jaonna, suddenly realized, she was smiling. It did please her, to hear of Street's successful application of a very dangerous tactic. The most dangerous tactic taught in black ops. Very few operatives, had been able to actually perform it, and survive. There was a witness. A Captain Stone. Stone was not saying alot, but apparently, stone tried to tractor Street's ship, when seeing both street and the raider spiraling toward the ground. All Stone would say, " was that he almost lost his shuttle, in the attempt, and had to disengage the tractor. Last he saw of street, was seeing his ship going down. Captain Stone denies, any connection with street. He says, he was just trying to save a friendly from death, and that was all there was to it. Next couple days, reports were coming in, of some Insurgent fighter in a bar, claiming, he had tried to catch the "Fox", but was unsuccessful. Other reports, from Paladian, say there was an insurgent fleet Solnar, seen chasing street toward Procon. No one knows what happen with the Solnar, but street has been seen drifting on the edge of the Eluri sector, broadcasting his contempt for all the fleets, and challenging them to do anything about his actions. At some points, he threatens them...laughing hysterically. It would be no big deal, to the fleets themselves, as they have more important fish to worry about. But, street has hacked into the communications, is and incessantly broadcasting to every satellite repeater across multiple regions. Galcom would love to put an end to this embarrassment, as would some others. "Fasten your seat belts please, Last jump to Paladian" came over the shuttles intercom, shaking Jaonna from her thoughts. "Well, here we are", She thinks, with a huge sigh, "We shall soon see" to be continued............ [ 09-16-2004, 01:19 PM: Message edited by: street ]

quote: how can you determine what is fun for someone else? well, truthfully, I can't. If you ENJOY winning through cheating...maybe you can explain to me, how it can be so much fun...inflicting such aggrivation on people who want to play a fair, and challenging scenerio. These people get gratification through achievement, based on intellect. What gratification is there...for a person, who achieves nothing beyond ruining the game for others???

quote: Originally posted by Shingen: If me and Jamotto don't start getting some help in these fleet matches, I'm going to petition to desolve the entire TDH fleet and go back to being an Indie! hey, I will join the fleet, that is capable of crushing me like an ant... I will probably do this eventually, but meanwhile, I am trying to generate (non-fleet) MP action, for the general MP enviroment...The Idea, is to get MP active enough...so that the fleets will have ACTIVE and willing recruits to pick from. at present, it is obvious, to me; from the many hours I have spent on server 4, players, find MP empty, and do not stay long. People, who are new, and get into MP are leary of fleet expertise, and the DEDICATION, fleet ops require...This leariness, will dissapate, once they are familiar with the mp enviroment and a non-obligatory means of practice. Confidence and addiction, will add "ACTUAL ACTIVE PARTICIPATORS" TO ALL the fleets. IF NON fleet servers stays active...then the whole group of servers will benefit from the result. SO,,for now, I am the "FOX", for any willing to give it a shot.