Jun 29 2014
Security in action
Security has always fascinated me. They are the people who protect GFC: not only those in it, but also its integrity. They are the ones to go to when something goes wrong, when cool heads are needed, when the way of life as we know it, is threatened.
But exactly *how* do they do that? How do they make sure that GFC remains a safe place, where everyone can perform their duties in peace and harmony? I decided to find out.
When I arrived at the sandbox, the first thing I noticed was Commander Sophie Johnson sitting there, behind a self-made security desk. Quite an ingenious way of show security’s presence, I figured. Still, I wasn’t here to hand out compliments… I was here to cause trouble.
Now I wasn’t about to fire weapons, detonate bombs or yell obscenities. That’s just not my style. No… instead, I took the biggest mattress I could find… and threw it at Commander Johnson. To say she was surprised was an understatement.
She quickly recovered though. “Commodore McMillan, this is your first warning,” she spoke up. “You are infringing the rules of this sim. Please stop immediately.”
Of course I couldn’t stop. I needed to push the Commander to the edge. If I wanted to know what Security was made of, and how they dealt with mattress-throwing threats, I needed to continue. So I made a snide comment about her father smelling of elderberries, and threw even more mattresses. It was a good thing I had a stocked up at the quartermaster, before coming here.
Still, Commander Johnson wasn’t impressed. “After failing to adhere to instructions given by the on-duty Security officer – I am issuing you with your second warning,” she informed me. “Should you reach three, I will have no choice but to remove you from the sim using applicable force.”
I had to admit, her restraint was admirable. If I were the one who had glorified pillows thrown at me, I probably would have reacted differently. Granted, I would have laid down on one of those mattresses and I’d be fast asleep, but that’s another point entirely.
So I continued. “Eat comfy pillow!” I yelled.
It was at that point that Johnson took a step forward. “This is your third and final warning. Stop or force will be used,” she told me.
I glared at the sidearm Johnson had with her, and quickly did the math: a mattress against a blaster. I wouldn’t stand a chance. Still, she wouldn’t fire at me, would she? I swallowed away my fears – after all, as a reporter, I knew I had to take a chance every now and again – and threw my last mattress.
All of a sudden, I found a transporterbeam locking on to me. As I dematerialised, I realised that it was Johnson who had called for one. Pretty smart… and non-violent, thank goodness.
I materialised inside a brig, on one of GFC’s orbiting ships. Johnson had transported up as well, so I quickly explained what I had been doing: that I was testing her to see how security responded. That all of this was for a story. An official GFC story, for that matter.
Commander Johnson didn’t budge. “I hope you like your stay here, Commodore,” she said with a serious look on her face. Her glare made the faint smile disappear from my face. “You’re going to be here a while.” And with that, she beamed out.
So yeah, here I am. I wanted to know how Security works… and I guess I’ve found out. They work pretty well. Better not commit any kind of crime, otherwise you’d end up alone in a holding cell…
Like me.
Can someone please get me out of here?
Written by Commodore RoBobby McMillan
Special thanks to: Commander Sophie Johnson.
Note: Naturally, all of this was pre-planned. Sophie and I discussed this at length, and she was fully in agreement with everything that happened. So there was no actual griefing going on.
Griefing is bad folks… don’t do it, or you’ll have to deal with actual bans and such!
Jul 11 2014
There be Klingons here!
The bi-annual Ball is closing in on us. Soon, we will all find ourselves sitting in the great hall of the Klingon Village, listening to speeches, drinking Bloodwine with our Klingon allies and hoping the hypospray we got from Starfleet Medical, works in holding back the wine’s damaging effects. We wouldn’t want to pass out in front of the Admiralty, now would we?
It’s not just the many advertisements that inform us of the Ball: it’s also the presence of various Klingons in GalaxyFleetCommand. Granted, we’ve had a Klingon or two visiting on occasion, but now it seems they’re everywhere! It’s quite unnerving to have groups of the finest warriors in the universe, right here at our doorstep…
Our reporter, who has no fear of danger or dying – probably because he dies all the time anyway – has secretly followed a group of Klingons throughout GFC. He watched their activities, their mannerisms, the way they behaved. It is through his heroic actions, that we are able to bring to you… a glimpse into the Klingon culture. We thought we knew everything about them. But did we really? Let’s find out.
Our brave reporter found a group of Klingons, standing menacingly in the sandbox. What were they doing? What were they talking about? They sure looked tough… Were they planning an uprising of some sort?
“Are you kidding me? These Starfleet people still play in sandboxes?”
Next, the group of Klingons headed to Phoenix Station. It currently was unmanned… would this be the chance they needed to take over one of Starfleet’s finest stations? Apparently… not. For they just sat in the bar all night.
Klingons at the Bar
Oh, it seems we have an exclusive, people! The next picture shows that Klingons can get drunk of something else than Bloodwine! I wonder what drink that was…
“Ugh, my stomach… I’ll never drink Root Beer again! Those bubbles… the horror!”
Our reporter followed the group to Boothby Park, where they performed in a choreographed series of movements. Could this be the mythical Mok’bara? What a privilege it is to see them all move so fluently!
Klingon: “One-two-three, one-two-three” Other Klingon: “I can’t believe we’re being forced to dance Human dances at this ball…” Klingon: “Shut up and continue practising!”
The group stopped their movements rather abruptly, though. One of them had apparently said something which offended the others. For Klingons, that could only mean one thing: a duel. So, they went to the Klingon Village and sharpened their Bat’leths. The result was a terrible battle, which shocked even our battle hardened reporter! In the end, one of their own lay there, in a puddle of purple blood. It was horrifying!
“Get up… ‘Tis only a flesh wound!”
It was after this that the group broke up. Some of them stayed to pet the Targs, others went to clean their Bat’leths. Our adventurous reporter followed one last Klingon though. He seemed to be looking around, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t followed. Suspicious behaviour! Luckily our reporter was a master of hiding.
It wasn’t until night fell again, that the Klingon made his move. Quitly, the Klingon went to the village in Constellation. Using all his warrior’s skills, he slowly walked up to one of the houses, and…
Hmmm.
Well, I guess they don’t have swings at Q’onos.
“Weeeeee!!!!”
There you have it, folks. Klingons in GFC. Don’t miss the bi-annual ball, this Saturday the 12th of July, starting at 2 PM SLT in the Klingon Village.
Q’apla!
By RoBobby McMillan • Activities, Events, News • • Tags: Bi-Annual Ball, Klingons