Star Trek General /STG/

SHAMEFUR DISPRAY Edition.

Previous thread: A thread for discussing the Star Trek franchise and it's various tabletop iterations.

Possible topics include the rpgs by FASA, Last Unicorn Games and Decipher, the Starfleet Battles Universe and WizKid's Star Trek: Attack Wing miniatures and game.

Game Resources

FASA's RPG
>mediafire.com/folder/9mt7sng56l8gg/Star_Trek_RPG_(FASA)
mediafire.com/folder/cwn8tbt2qm5t4/FASATREK_Adventures

Last Unicorn Game's RPG
>mediafire.com/folder/9eiysv2192ods/Star_Trek_RPG_(LUG)
-Official and Fanmade Resources
>coldnorth.com/memoryicon/

Decipher's RPG
>mediafire.com/folder/c6tb7p6dp0pye/Star_Trek_RPG_(Decipher)
-Fan Supplements
>strpg.patrickgoodman.org

Far Trek
mediafire.com/folder/lrhbz9l0qay0j/Far_Trek

Laser & Feelings
onesevendesign.com/laserfeelings/


Lore Resources

Memory Alpha - Canon wiki
>en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Portal:Main

Ex Astris Scientia - Fan analyses of ships, tech and continuity issues
>ex-astris-scientia.org

Daystrom Institute Technical Library - Database of ships and technology
>ditl.org

Star Trek LCARS Blueprints Database - Ship schematics, deck plans and recognition manuals
>cygnus-x1.net/links/lcars/blueprints-main2.php

Star Trek Maps - Based on the Star Trek Star Charts, updated and corrected
>startrekmap.com/index.html

Star Trek Cartography - Information and maps
>stdimension.org/int/

Other urls found in this thread:

arcgames.com/en/games/star-trek-online/news/detail/9945633-star-trek-online:-steel-and-karma
youtube.com/watch?v=z2MEYMMDhKk
cracked.com/article_24170_9-hilarious-background-details-star-trek-nobody-notices.html
youtube.com/watch?v=RreBKvYoPcA
youtube.com/watch?v=B-Jq26BCwDs
somethingawful.com/series/the-blue-stripe-logs/
twitter.com/SFWRedditVideos

Suru kills evil oni

That was a fun blog post to read.

Close.
It was Sulus ancestor.
arcgames.com/en/games/star-trek-online/news/detail/9945633-star-trek-online:-steel-and-karma

Man, the KDF plotline is cohesive and decently written enough, it's turned STO into something that reminds me of an any original XBOX action/adventure RPG. Dat 2004 graphics.

yeah, and thats why i said suru instead of sulu, just couldn't be smegged to bother with special characters

well it is basicaly city of heros with a fresh coat of paint

I've been looking through those blueprints, especially the ones of the original Enterprise's bridge, and I have a very important question: WHERE'S THE HEAD?

Like, are the folks on bridge duty just supposed to hold it indefinitely? Do they pee in a bottle? Do they have to hope the turbolift is near every time nature calls?

We know they drink coffee, it has to come out sometime!

Of the RPs in the OP, which is best for ship-to-ship combat and character building/negotiation?

It's pretty hilarious how Gene Roddenberry thought he had all these Asian friends, but he couldn't get a single one of their names right. He swore up and down that he knew a real guy named Noonien and kept trying to get his attention by using that name in Star Trek stuff. I'm thinking that he maybe met a guy named Nguyen once and heard it wrong? Or maybe he confabulated the whole relationship. He was kind of an idiot. And I can't even guess where he got "Sulu" from.

Sisko's actor seemed pretty crazy in general

Sulu is in the Philippines.

He *is* crazy.
youtube.com/watch?v=z2MEYMMDhKk

I think that's partially crazy, partially him messing Shatner around.

How good is the FASA RPG? I really want to try it.

Dude answered a stupid question with music. Its only fair. Did a fine job at it too.

Man, fuck the Nakhul. Fuck the Tholians too. Fuck the Vorgon and the Krenim and the Sphere builders and everyone involved with time travel shenanigans. But most of all, fuck the fact that the kobali still exist on the 29th century, they should have been exterminated centuries ago.

> Fuck the Tholians too.

It's doable. A challenge... certainly. It requires... specialistapperatus. And the... will to use it.
But certainly the logistics are not insurmountable.

So what are the differences between all these RPGs? Like, if you just wanted to play as the crew of a Federation vessel?

The man has style and he can sing

All you need is a breathing mask, a little imagination, and the will to put up with temperatures around 200 C. Perfectly doable for the sexually liberated and enlightened gentlebeings of the 25th century.

Which rule set would be closer to DND 5e, and which to paranoia? I'm not rules-averse, but I am autism-averse.

I was just talking about this with a friend. There are bathrooms in a literal sense - there's a sonic shower and a sonic sink. No toilet. Digestive problems happen, but they never mention diarrhea, only stomachaches. Infants don't need diapers changed. Ejecting waste is never an issue
Our guess was that before genetic enhancements were outlawed, humanity had already bred out the need to shit and piss, and that it was a standard development for any society, same with discovering warp flight.

>a leftist is concerned with appearances and virtue signaling but mostly hangs around with people who look like him and pretends otherwise
Wow what a shock

Toilets are visible, and people using them. There's one right off the bridge from a small hallway, you can see people going into it during the show

Yeah yeah, I know I'm a pleb for reading cracked

# 7 on the list
cracked.com/article_24170_9-hilarious-background-details-star-trek-nobody-notices.html

Dammit I swore there were no toilets.
Well that means humanity/Federation's anti-excretion taboo has risen to unprecedented levels.

None of the above, all the rule sets are old as fuck because they somehow forgot how to market to nerds.

>humanity/Federation's anti-excretion taboo has risen to unprecedented levels.
You shitting me?

The toilet is literally the little hall to the far side of the viewscreen in TNG. During on-screen diplomacy there are Ensigns just walking over to take a shit.

All on-screen federation diplomacy is done with their port-o-potty in view.

Except in real life people talk about bowel movements.

>Hanging out on the bridge
>Suddenly stomach start rumbling
>It's all that fake recombined food you have to eat
>Step off to use the Bridge's shitter
>Sit down to take a long, horrific shit
>Suddenly hear the viewscreen turn on in the next room, it's that Romulan bastard Tomalak
>He suddenly says something suspiciously coy
>Remember hearing the new vulcan ensign say the same thing after getting blitzed and feeling up Troi
>It's some kind of trap!
>Squeeze your anus as tight as you can, stopping the endless flow of slurry flowing from your body like a softserve icecream with the lever stuck
>Stumble out with your uniform half on to tell the Captain
>The day is saved
>Quickly return to finish emptying your tormented shit tube.
>Fecal nightmare is recombined into your dinner

I need more hijinks from bridge officer ricky

LUG's trek game isn't bad; characters wind up really well-rounded while still specialized, which is pretty much how you're intended to be, at least in Starfleet. The system works by rolling your relevant trait in d6s, with one of them designated the "drama die" (used for critical success/failures), and adding the skill to the highest die from the set you rolled.

I'm in the beginnings of a game run using this system; so far, I like it for what it is (that being "a game meant to feel like TNG-era Trek").

Can it do TOS-era very well?

Has anyone tried making a star trek system out of Dogs in the Vineyard?

Sulu was meant to represent East Asia as a whole, not necessarily Japan. His last name comes from the Sulu Sea in the Philippines.

>Be Lieutenant Commander Ricky
>Be a redshirt
>But it's okay, this is a *command* redshirt not a security one
>Counselor Troi is slutting it up on the bridge
>Idly begin fantasizing about her
>How the heck is she allowed to wear a catsuit on the bridge?
>Whatever, her ass is amazing when she stands in front of the viewscreen
>Wonder how tight she would be while she becomes more and more uncomfortable
>"Captain, I'm feeling some form of presence on the bridge."

>Captain looks to her boredly
>"Can you describe this presence?"
>Troi looks like she's squeezing a fat one
>Become disgusted with myself for that mental image and fantasize harder
>"It's a very aggressive presence... I think it's directed at you Captain."
>"At me? Can you describe this presence's intentions?"

>Uniform spandex is losing containment, hull breach in my pants is imminent
>Spontaneously orgasm on the bridge with a loud yell
>Everyone's staring at me
>ohgodwhy.holo
>"The entity must have incapacitated Lieutenant Ricky! Get him to sickbay immediately!"
>Pretend to be possessed by something and playing along with Troi's wild speculations for the whole day to avoid embarrassment
>Get a field commendation afterwards for "Remaining calm under pressure"
>mfw

I kind of always assumed they teleported urine and feces directly into space or dematerialized them for the energy to make new food.

I need at least one for each series and bridge babe nana visitor is somehow way more fuckable now

>tfw when Captain Jellico made Troi stop prancing around the bridge and start wearing a uniform and acting like an officer.

>nana visitor
Kira and Leeta forever locked the Bajorans as sexbombs in my head. They can be religious nutjobs after they are done producing more hot women, kinda like Syria.

youtube.com/watch?v=RreBKvYoPcA

youtube.com/watch?v=B-Jq26BCwDs

>Sulu represented East Asia as a whole
Which is why he was born in San Francisco?

>TNG holodeck adventures were all victorian novels and boring pseudo-noir detective junk with all the guts removed
>DS9 holodeck adventures were all Battle of Britain, knocking over a Casino Oceans 11 style and 60's super spy action
>Voyager holodeck adventures involved a shitty french pool hall, a victorian governess drama, Devinci and later a small village where Janeway got bored and murdered some guys wife so she could fuck him uncontested.
>Enterprise had one holodeck adventure and Tucker got alien pregnant on it

>Ensign Ricky needs to drop a Captain's Log.
>Ricky has drizzling shits, so it's Captain's Soup.
>Seals on the door are on the fritz.
>Ensign Ricky's horrifying shit stinks up the bridge.
>Commander Riker declares red alert, orders bridge to be evacuated and all command functions transferred to Battle Bridge.
>Dammit, Geordi, get those fucking seals fixed.
>Double Rear Vice Sub Admiral Francis "Call Me Fudge" Packer runs to an escape pod, pulls the loud handle.

And that's how the ship got the nickname Shitterprise amongst the hoi polloi of Starfleet.

>nobody remembers the constant cleaning waste extraction jokes on DS9

Because that's historically the place Asia meets America, and TOS Starfleet is Space America. Also, SF is one of only two important Earth cities in Trek, the other being Paris. They were too irrelevant to nuke in WWIII.

>Be Ensign Ricky
>Chatting up a Vulcan chick at the bar on deck 10
>Tell her that if she comes to my quarters I'll replace that stick up her ass with something stiffer
>She leaves in what I presume is disgust but because she's a Vulcan she just has a mildly annoyed look on her face
>Looks like I'll have to be using a manual override on the little warp nacelle again tonight

>Suddenly red alert
>It's the borg
>Pretend to remain calm but internally pissing myself
>Make that externally
>Suddenly borg drones start transporting in
>Accidentally manage to disarm one of them with a wild arm flail
>Literally disarm that is, the arm's still squirming and covered in tubes and tools of all sorts
>Security team shows up and manages to rescue most of us from getting a borg assimilation probe in our exhaust ports
>Keep the arm and hide it behind my back all the way to quarters
>It's not gay if it's done by remote borg arm right?

Here's the most common TNG bridge, based off the plans they made for it. Hilariously, the Galaxy is one of the few ships to have a head both accessible on the same deck and without getting into a turbolift.

>Enterprise had one holodeck adventure and Tucker got alien pregnant on it

Well, Enterprise significantly predates holodecks in the "modern" Trek sense. It was just landscapes, mostly. Plus at least it wasn't holo-alien pregnant.

I got into a long argument with someone once over a) whether or not what happened was rape or assault, b) whether or not it was a funny premise.

the fuck is a "head"
and why isn't it called
"toilet"
"bathroom"
"the john"
etc

Same reason it's not a floor, it's a deck. They're on a ship, and water navies have their own terms for things. Fore, aft, port, starboard. Space ships have inherited those terms.

Oh, to work security. The guys in engineering make fun of them, call them "red shirts" and talk about how they're meat shields on every away-mission. Not me. Those guys have it made. They sit around and play three-tiered chess all day in the break room, they get double the standard holodeck time and then they get to go out in a blaze of glory on the away-missions with the upper crust of the bridge crew. I'd trade an extra twenty years onboard this bucket of shit for my name in a captain's log talking about how I had all of my carbon sucked out by some monster that looked like the hottest woman ever.

And the bridge crew, feh. Do you know how many times I've even been on the bridge? Once, when Captain Picard somehow fucked up the holodeck again (not my department) and got Moriarty to come out of his replicator. There was tweed everywhere. Bolts of the stuff just kept coming out of the damn replicator. Those assholes only ever call me when something breaks. My chest never beeps and then says "Ensign Dupree, we are under attack, what do you think the replicator can do." I would say "a whole hell of a lot," because holy crap, it's only like the second most incredible technology ever made. It would be the most incredible, but you can't make a replicator generate forty identical women with giant breasts and insatiable libidos. That's holodeck territory.

Anyway, I'm not too good at doing these report things for self-assessments so I'm just going to fill up the computer's word limit with my job logs. No one is every going to read this anyway and if the computer gives two shits she ain't tellin' me.

Stardate 41021
Call: 02:55 - Replicator Malfunction (emergency)
Complainant: Lt. Junior Grade Worf

Report: Was woken up in the middle of the sleep cycle by a call from Lt. Worf. Asshead said he was having difficulty getting the replicator to produce k'ruh'nuwhatever. Some bullshit Klingon crap. I get there and Worf answers the door completely naked. Great start. He smells like he's been running laps inside a dog's asshole and he is apparently drunk again. I ask him what the hell the k'ruh'nuwhatever crap is and he launches into some unlistenable shit about his Klingon house. He's slurring all over the place with his giant deformed Klingon dong flapping around and I'm barely able to stay awake. I pretend to "tune" the replicator until he passes out and then leave.

Status:Resolved.

Stardate 41088
Call: 21:30 - Replicator Malfunction (non-emergency)
Complainant: Commander Beverly Crusher

Report: Not fifteen minutes into my shift I get a call from Doctor Crusher. She's legendary around replicator maintenance. She calls in a complaint after a couple glasses of wine and then tries to seduce whichever guy shows up. It's a running joke around the place that not even Lieutenant LaForge would fall for it, but to be honest it was my first call to her quarters and I was kind of excited. I was two weeks out from my next holodeck chit and some genuine officer tang was sounding mighty good. BIG mistake. I get to her quarters and the lights are all dimmed and she has some vanilla scented candles burning.

She comes out in this billowy night gown and she says she is having problems with her replicator and then she says "sensual oil, 95 degrees" and boom, it works. She's all like "I don't know if it worked though, the consistency doesn't seem right, rub some into my back." She drops the night gown and I start rubbing the crap onto her shoulders, we're both starting to get into it and then she turns around. She's got an okay rack, but I look down and she's wearing this thong thing. The carpet matches the drapes, but she's got wall to wall Berber. It was like a rubber band wrapped around a big red spider. I'm backing away and then there is this clatter and her kid freaking falls out of a closet nearby. She's all like "Wesley, go to your room!" and I beat a hasty retreat. The real bitch of the situation is that after I escaped I checked my worklog and she had filed a complaint saying I was "unbelievably rude." Fuck that old bag, and I don't mean literally.

Status:Resolved.

Call: 06:31 - User Error (emergency)
Complainant: Lt. Commander Data

Report: I was covering for Ensign Glurch's morning shift when this call came. According to Glurch's worklog he gets the same call once or twice every month at around the same time. According to Lt. Commander Data, the replicator had "entered a non-terminating cycle of production" and was spewing out translucent plastic cubes at a rate of about one a second. Needless to say that was putting quite a strain on the old dilithium crystals and we were getting brownouts all over the saucer section. I get to Data's quarters and the cubes are piled up at least three feet deep and they're still falling out of the damn replicator. Data is just looking at them and cocking his head like some sort of albino bird. I ask him what he had it replicate and he says "love." After a really cathartic sigh and shake of the head I dig through the cubes and open up the override panel and toggle it off and then back on.

"I suppose the computer was generating a metaphor," was Data's theory. "I believe it is meant to be the ever-giving burden of love."

"Replicator: one wish." I said to demonstrate. Cubes started shooting out of it again.

Happens every time you try to replicate an idea. I tried to explain it to him but he just kept saying "fascinating" so I called down to janitorial and had them send up a cleaning crew.

Status:Resolved.

Stardate 41260
Call: 10:08 - Maintenance (non-emergency)
Complainant: Commander William Riker

Report: No one puts a strain on the replicator infrastructure quite like Commander Riker. The man is the laziest officer in all of Starfleet and the ultimate bachelor. His quarters are heaped with junk and he can never find anything in the teetering piles of books, gee-gaws, dishes and discarded clothing. What is a lazy man with unlimited access to a renewable resource going to do? Replicate everything he needs rather than even looking for it, of course. Can't find the keys to his gym locker? Replicate them. Can't find his leftover hoagie? Replicate a new one and let the old one rot. Can't find his bath robe? You get the idea.

That kind of workload on a private replicator means I have to make a trip down to Riker's quarters once a week to service his replicator. Normally that isn't too bad. I just shove my way through all the junk, replace some circuits and follow my footsteps back out. However, today was his day off so I had to contend with Riker. He sat on his swaybacked sofa watching me fix the damn thing and then he cajoled me into looking at his collection of alien bongs. He boasted about the adventures he'd gone on to acquire each bong, but I knew from looking through his replicator buffer that the bongs were just one of the thousands of things he had replicated. I didn't say anything though, he's got horrible self-esteem and will become extremely defensive and liable to pull rank if you criticize him in the least. After looking at the bongs I could tell he wanted me to smoke some replicated weed and sit around and talk for a while, but I had work to do. The whole encounter was more depressing than annoying.

Status:Recurring.

...

Stardate 41299
Call: 23:38 - Maintenance (non-emergency)
Complainant: Computer Dispatch

Report: This was a good one. I get a computer pop-up on my console telling me to report to acting Ensign Wesley Crusher's room in his mother's suite. It's flagged non-urgent so I take care of some other crap and then make my way down. Commander Crusher is sitting on her sofa in tears and there is a medical team and an engineering team already down there. Turns out Wesley decided he wanted a "giant rubber vagina" (direct quote from Lt. Barclay) and it came out of the replicator a bit more suddenly than Wesley had expected. One end of the thing got wedged in the replicator slot and the other end ballooned out of the replicator and pinned him to the floor of his room. The engineering team had to set their phasers to shame to get him out of that predicament. Unfortunately, by the time I showed up, he was long gone and there were just pieces of rubber left in the replicator that needed some work.

I'll never let that little prick live this one down.

Status:Hilarious.

Stardate 42009
Call: 03:46 - Security Emergency
Complainant: N/A

Report: We were boarded by some Romulans at about 3:25, smack dab in the middle of my lunch break. Security details were sent to the locations where the Romulans had beamed aboard and a huge sissy fight erupted with phasers. I used the replicator to make a .45 pistol and I went down and shot them all in the head. A couple of them shot at me but I just casually stepped out of the path of their phaser beams. Somehow, LaForge managed to take the credit claiming he "disabled them with a phase-inversion field by venting the plasma containment units." Oh, is that why maintenance spent three hours cleaning brain-smeared bullets out of the corridor walls on deck 18? Fucking asshole.

Status:Resolved.

...

Stardate 42012
Call: 10:34 - User Error (Non-Emergency)
Complainant: Keiko Ishikawa

Report: During the middle of one of our more recent time travel incidents I was called to the shared quarters of Keiko Ishikawa and Miles O'Brien. I didn't ask why they were living together, but Keiko was in a tizzy about some food she had been replicating right when the time shift happened. I went in to their living room and there was some sort of live parasitic monster fused into the replicator. It looked sort of like a cross between a fish and a human baby only it was at least as big as a person and had these horrible hooked talons on the end of floppy vestigial arms. I asked the transporter room to beam it off the ship but they were all "transporter use is reserved for Commander use only and besides we're trying to slingshot around the sun and fly at the earth to travel in whatever direction in time."

I don't know; the game is tuned for TNG and related series; it might do TOS, or it might not. My experience with it is limited.

Completely useless, as usual. Maintenance came down and had a look and they had no idea what to do either. The whole time we're trying to figure out what to do, Keiko is screaming her head off and that thing is moaning and puking up green crap all over the carpet. I eventually got a hold of Counselor Troi and I convinced her to get off her psychic ass and come down and help out. She walked in and started doing all her stupid mind magic crap, which actually worked for once and seemed to calm the thing down. That gave me the opportunity I needed so I snuck up behind it and brained it with a pipe. Took about ten good whacks to bash in its skull. Then Troi totally loses it and talks about how I just committed genocide on a new alien race and that it was scrambled DNA from such and such. She was threatening to confine me to quarters and just yelling and yelling. I was about to blow my top but finally I just managed to get in the zone and stare at her cleavage until she shut up. I would be ready to kill people about now, but my holodeck chit is up tonight and I think I know who is going to make an appearance.

Unfortunately, the replicator unit is out of operation. I will have to go back for a refit next week.

Status:Unresolved.

There's my report for the mandatory self-assessment. My conclusion is that, uh, I need to work harder on my personal skills and I should also probably get a promotion. I think I pretty much run Replicator Maintenance anyway. Maybe when my tour is up I can open my own replicator repair business on some nice little private station like DS7 or 8.

>direct quote from Lt. Barclay

Aside from the mental issues, Barclay must be the only officer that the engineering staff actually likes.

Eh, maybe LaForge, he seems to run things nice down there and knows all their names on sight, which can't be an easy feat for him given that he basically has Predator vision from what we've seen.

I bet every person has a distinct aura around them or something that's even more unique than faces, especially since he can see almost the entire spectrum. Guy shouldn't even need a tricorder most of the time. Neither should Data, for that matter.

It does make sense for them to carry them, since the tricorder is supposed to uplink to the ship's computer to either pass along the ground team's findings, or to give the tricorder more data about whatever it was that just got scanned.

There's a separate core book for TOS. There's one for DS9 as well. They lost the license before they got around to doing a Voyager version.

Honestly, it's entirely possible that Barclay was actually the most sane crewmember aboard the Enterprise.
The fact that this turns him into a complete wreck every three weeks is more an indictment on modern 24th century living than him.

Barclay just wasn't suited to the Enterprise, theres a reason the Voyager Crew adopted him as one of their own

He wasn't suited to frontline exploration full stop. A man who's terrified over the Transporter does NOT need to be involved in the stupid stuff an Enterprise gets up to in ANY incarnation.

Applying for that posting on a Research Lab was probably the most sensible thing he's ever done. No fucking sentient ideas that turn him into living supercomputers, no mutagen that turns him into a spiderperson (for reasons that make no fucking sense at all) just him, in a lab, trying to build a communication device to talk to a ship stranded in the delta quadrant.

>Be me
>Be stuck in the Delta Quadrant, 70,000 lightyears from the nearest sane starfleet captain.
>Have to go to Sickbay for my physical.
>That means I have to get felt up by the fucking creepy holographic doctor.
>FML
>Just as I open the door, I see the Doctor just finishing up the yearly physical on our resident Borg QT
>She's stood there, naked.
>Shields failing in my pants. It's just one thin layer of spandex between me and her noticing that i've adapted.
>Doctor tells me to go in the other room and get undressed.
>that fucking mug immediately kills my boner.
>In the doctors office.
>Notice that the security camera's are on.
>"Mind if I turn them off? I... I kinda like my privacy."
>"If you must"
>Fucking saved
>Now I can't stop thinking about Sevens fucking rocking tits.
>Shields have collapsed and I need to eject the warp-core.
>LITERALLY NOTHING I can use to clean up with.
>Suddenly remember my engineering course I took from Chief Engineer Klingon-Tits.
>Bio-gel-packs are in the walls.
>It's harmless to human life... Nobody will ever know...
>unscrew the cap and fire all phasers on target
>Direct hit
>Walk back in, naked and with a completely flacid dick. After cumming hard enough to impress a Species 8472, not even 7's rockin' rack can get me up for at least 10 minutes.
>Rest of physical is uneventful, doc lets me go

>Later, we have a run in with the Hirogen. We take a pounding, but eventually tech our way to victory.
>I am in the can near 10-Forward, Neelix's cooking goes right through anything without a stomach designed to handle molten boron.
>I hear a couple of Engineers walk in.
>I stay dead silent
>"It's weird, damn near every gel-pack on Deck 5 blew in that last fight. except the one in Sickbay."
>"Any indication as to what happened to it?"
>"Dunno. but when I opened it up, it smelled funky. I think something congealed in it. It saved Sickbay and the Doc. We need to recreate that in the rest."

>MFW my Li'l Rickies saved the fucking day.

I'd argue that Picard was the most sane.

He was the only one who could see the problem of putting children on a ship that would routinely have to deal with fucked up and dangerous shit.

Also when Barclay reported seeing things in the transporter beam the rest of the crew seemed to be somewhere between "Shut up Barclay, it's just your imagination" and "Impossible it's just crap on the filter". Picard was the only one who took a him seriously.

I have a question and this is probably the best place to ask right now.

In STO my weapons icon has vanished. What do? I've only just started this game so I have no idea what I'm doing.

I have a weapon equipped but the icon in the quick keys has vanished. First primary function vanished, then secondary function. I have tried swapping weapon.

What have I fucked up and what do I need to do to fix it?

Did you somehow accidentally drag the abilities off the bar? Hit p and see if your attack options are in there.

Thanks, that sounds about right for my random flailing. As soon as I get home I will give that a try.

Also is it possible to make a purely melee build and not have it suck as Federation? Or is this only a realistic possibility as a Klingon faction species? I ask because I did the last 2 missions a beating Klingons to death with butt of rifle.

If your character is a tactical captain, then yes, making a melee build is possible.

But then again, just as long as you have a melee weapon you should be able to do pretty ok.

Why don't Star Fleet use bullet guns more?

With the Borg not able to adapt to them and an immunity to dampening fields and such they would be brilliant. Also probably easy to replicate in large number.

Probably because "Muh space coast guard" and "Muh energy weapons that can be set on stun".

Nut then you have to deal with

>muh nausican pirates being Somalia in space

and

>muh bloodstream is crawling with assimilation nanites

Also Roddenberry left early into TNG. You can tell with the jump in quality after the first season.

Possibly because space materials and personal shielding are perfectly sufficient to stop non-energy weapons. Borg are gravity-manipulating robots made out of magical alloys that can adapt to most forms of directed energy. I don't see kinetic weapons being any different or superior.

The real question is why they don't issue everyone with bat'leths. Shit can two-shot a borg drone and they're clumsy in cqc.

The fact remains that in STO, they cant adapt to swords and bullet spewing weapons.

Or to fists, that's also something they cant adapt to.

True, thing is that there is a LOT of ways to overcome Borg adaptation anyway. Omega-issue weapons, modulators, kit powers, resistance-reducing abilities... there's little to no reason to change what the standard-issue weapons are for the sake of countering an enemy so many counters exists for anyway.
Other than that, energy weapons are vastly superior in their versatility and logistics.

i was thinking more how crazy awesome he was at the end of his first Voy ep, with that running battle with security through holovoyager, while also reprogramming a strategic sensor array for cross galactic communication

melee build is The way to go against Borg,
either the Tunakse Falchion or a Naussican Tegola Sword (because their primary attack functions as a nunge), Lunge, Sweeping Strikes, Trajectory bending and Biotech syphon kits

because Bat'leths are a defensive weapon that takes more training than even the Klingons bother with to be useable
the most practical blade choice for Starfleet would be something between a sabre and a kriegsmesser

they can adapt so cold and focused noise though, which just seems odd

>With the Borg not able to adapt to them

We actually don't know that. Yes, Picard killed two Borg drones with a holographic tommy gun, but two or three shots is about what the phaser rifles had been capable of as well before the Borg adapted. Kinetic energy is just another form of energy.

>Also Roddenberry left early into TNG

He *died* early into TNG. But, yes, you can definitely note when the quality starts improving.

>Be Ensign Ricky aboard Deep Space 9
>Be on break in Quark's Bar with Morn chatting my ear off
>Holy crap once he starts talking he does not stop
>Use the pause he takes for a drink to make excuses to leave
>Make my way to the holosuites to have "peaceful relations" with the pleasure Goddess
>Bump into the gestapo, I mean Odo
>"Ensign, have you noticed anything... Unusual about Quark's today?"
>No more than usual, I say
>He nods and walks off in a manner that would be consistent with an SS officer or a Cardiassian
>Make eye contact with Quark
>He holds up a holodeck data rod
>Pay him all the latnium I have
>Goodbye pleasure Goddess, hello Kirha

Gene Roddenbury didn't die until half way through season 5. Granted, he spent seasons 3, 4 and 5 working on The Undiscovered Country, but I think we can all agree that his decision to focus on that was for the best.

Glorious

The Federation thinks that it's morally reprehensible to arm their general Personnel with weapons that aren't capable of incapacitating an enemy without killing them. Bear in mind that the Majority of Star Fleet are supposed to be explorers, diplomats, scientists and engineers.

There are groups within Star Fleet that qualify as dedicated ground troops, of course. And they are armed accordingly with much more powerful and lethal weapons, like phaser rifles and, if Elite Force is to be believed, micro photon torpedo launchers.

We really don't know if the Borg can adapt to bullets or not. We only see 2 of them get taken down and that's really the norm for Borg against any weapon that we've seen. 2 or 3 drones go down before the remainder implement an adequate energy shield.Though there are numerous methods for circumventing this, albeit for a short period.

It's worth noting that we do see 1 federation-manufactured "Gun" in DS9. A prototype sniper rifle that fires a metal round and then transports it immediately in front of it's target. This basically removes any drift due to wind, gravity, ect, making it much more easy to use (we see a nutbag Vulcan and a fucking counselor use it effectively without any formal training.). Though the research into it is halted because it's seen as too costly(micro transporters ain't cheap to run) and generally against the ethos of the Federation.

With that in mind, there are a couple of other reasons that chemical propelled weapons aren't all that popular with any 24th century species. Limited magazine capacity. Inefficacy against energy fields (shielding, forcefields, etc.). Inaccuracy over longer distances.

If you have an easily mass-producible energy weapon that does the job of a projectile rifle, minus drift, minus the need to reload and with the ability to do much more or much less damage, then why would you really bother with the projectile rifle at all?

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It's... very 80's. Skill list bloat, combat's kind of a pain to non-grognards... on the other hand, chargen is very organic and their modules were astonishingly good for the most part. They were also the first company to realise that maybe players want to not be a bunch of goody-two-shoes Federation weenies, and let you play Orions, Klingons, Romulans, and even gave you a whole space system/campaign to play space pirates in.
Apparently, the reason Troi wore that catsuit thing was so the rest of the crew would think of her as the counsellor, not just another crew member. The idea was to put her patients at ease, or some shit.
LUG is my favourite official Trek RPG, just because they actually explained a lot of how the Federation works. Also, they put out a GM's Guide that suggested running a Lower Decks episode at some point in your campaign.
They've already got dilithium on board, why the fuck would they want gunpowder on there as well?

Wasn't the micro-transporter added by the PTSD psyco Vulcan to an already finished Starfleet design?

He was also the captain who tried to prepare the ship for an imminent battle so as to minimize possible casualties.

This involved getting a new, more efficient, shift pattern sorted.

Riker threw a tantrum because
>Waaaaah, my job actually involves having to do something, waaaaaaaaaaaah

Captain Jellico then intimidated the Cardasians into handing over the captured and tortured Picard.

Had this been a Riker job Picard would still be in a dungeon and the Enterprise either running away or dead.

Riker is, after Janeway and Troi, worst Starfleet officer.

Ah, yes. I wen't back and checked the episode and you were correct. The micro transporter was an addition made by the mental Vulcan. That wasn't my recollection of the episode but then i guess its been a few years.

The rifle itself was abandoned by Starfleet when they decided to focus on the development of regenerative phasers as a workaround to dampening fields.

Another reason that chemical-propellant projectile weapons are usually frowned upon in sci-fi settings is their tendency to put holes in the hull. I'm sure the alloys Starfleet uses would be enough to stop a plain ol' .357 bullet, but given general advances in technology there may very well BE handguns that could penetrate starship hulls.

It's why shotguns are the preferred boarding weapon in 40k, to borrow from another franchise for a moment.

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yep, thats why he spent 20 years as an OF-4 Commander then got command of a basic science vessel

He got the opportunity to get promoted to captain and get a rinky-dink ship way back in S1 or 2. Didn't Picard chastise him for not taking the chance? I guess Riker figures it's better to be the XO of the fleet flagship doing important stuff than to be captain of some piss-ant ship cataloging gaseous anomalies forever until some alien blows your crapheap to bits and the Enterprise comes to investigate your demise.

They offered him plenty of ships beforehand, though.

Also being Captain would have meant having to do actual work with responsibilities and accountability. Riker ain't got no time for that, He's too busy getting the crew addicted to shitty vidya games or helping commit treaty violations and lying about it.