Your cred would be fine. We changed our name and logo. It did wonders for us. FotR did the same and they have no credability problems. It's all in how you market yourselves.

Problem is that only "Emperors" get to edit the empire. Not likely that Warty will return to do that for ANZACs. BlueSteel would have to start another empire if he wants to rebrand.

Okay have a question. In the metaverse galatic map does anyone know how it figures what percentage of the galaxy someone owns?

Do you think that the Stardock admins might be able to do something to help out if he hasnt been around for months?

hey Yoda! The new Fellowship WotW installment finally resolved the meeting that you determined would happen in your first WotW contribution.

Keep up the activity on the forums. It's what attracts members. Although I have to say the GROSS has been quite lackluster lately. The crazy mutants might finally breath some life back into a dead corpse.

Question: In my current game, I built the first stage of a terror star and my starbase vanished. I tried it on a second one, and the same thing happened. How many of you has this happened to and can I fix it? I'm playing a large galaxy and it just a minor, the Yor, and me. My Terror Stars were getting ready to take control of the game, but :::poooof:::, all gone. :notsure:

Thanks for you help and advice.

Could be the vanishing ship bug, Dooku. ie Terror Star graphics lost.

Try saving and reloading.

Thanks...will do and let you know.

That worked!! Thanks...where are all you guys from and up so late? I'm in South Carolina and it is about 1240 am (0040) and the misses is restless; she doesnt understand the responsiblities of a Jedi.
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It's bright and sunny noontime over here in Singapore. I'm 12 hrs difference from you.

I'm preparing for the endless nights of MIT. I need the practice staying up late. Real late. No earlier than 4 AM.

12:13 now it is here, night owl I am...

Now that finished KOTOR I have, more active I can be. A new installment for the WotW I think I will make tonight.

Master Yoda,

Check your Hotmail account - sent you an update on the website.

The Journey-Part 2

Survival
Far from the embracing warmth of a sun a small comet reaches its equilibrium point. At this place in the heavens, gravity once more starts to claim the small icy worldlet. Again the comet slowly starts its long lonely fall into the gravity well of the closest sun. Will it survive the dart like plunge into the pinball gallery of gas giants and solid planets to display its brilliant plasma tail for all to see?

A radiant ray of heat strikes the comet with minimal damage to its icy structure. But ice isn’t the only thing that it strikes. On a metal plate a laser light blinks on and two aerials extend from the smooth dome. Scanning commences and the dome turns to the direction the heat came from. Nothing can be seen but the sensors in the dome are not restricted to the visual light spectrum. Normal space is being ripped apart like paper. The sensor dome initiates immediate communication with its Jedi masters and starts to send all recordable information.
The rip in the Einstein Space time continuality expands until a perfect sphere of star matter appears and explodes outwards in massive wave of radiation, heat, light and hydrogen. For a micro second a sun exists where no star has any right to exist. The exploding star matter expands outwards and vaporizes the innocent comet leaving the Jedi drone drifting in space. In the centre of the disturbance a faint outline of a ship can be seen radiating latent heat out into the cold of space. As the star matter expands and cools the ship is rocked once again buy 306 small individual explosions forming a perfect sphere around the ship. The temperature around the ship has cooled enough so the plumes of air escaping are now visible from a number of places. The nose cone has been melted down in a slag heap and the engine exhausts have been sheared off. No lights or communication frequencies can be detected from the wreck. The hull surface buckles in places as it rapidly cools.
Another explosion from the underside of the ship gives the ship a sickening lurch and puts it into an end over end tumble away from the drone’s position. 18 small shapes dart from the area of the latest explosion and all but one head for the plumes of escaping gas that are now starting to crystallize into ice. The drones watches as one of the small shapes heads in its direction. As the shape gets closer the sensors of the drone can pick up the powerful but small power source with its direct connection to a single weapons small point. A new signal is picked up from the shape and the drone recognises the protocol initiation signal but with out the resources to decode it the drone just records it and sends it on. The Micro bot buzzes the drone twice and as if bored it heads back to the bleeding ship to help with the repairs. By now the most of the larger plumes had been reduce to thin columns of escaping gas.
Inside the cabin the form of a bat was laid out against the view screen pinned there by the centrifugal forces of the spinning ship.
The bat stirred restlessly and one word escapes into the rapidly thinning air, before he slumped down unconscious. “Undead?”

Far far away in another system a young Jedi apprentice turned to his Master. ”Sir a drone has reported a ship appearing suddenly near one the new systems we have on the border of the Canadian Empire.”
The master Jedi looking over the apprentice’s shoulder to studied the readouts “Hmm not a Zombie ship. Way too much of a radical design shift for them. Send the closest ship to investigate and dispatch a frigate for backup. Just in case”

Even closer to the crippled Freedom Fighter ship a Canadian scout detected the expanding star matter and interrupted the sector sweep to investigate.

Definitely EVIL.

OK...a dance through the Empires...I LOVE IT!!!! You bastard!!! LOL

i've run out of creative juice..
part three tomorrow.. Also want to include any spin offs that the jedi comment on..

This isn't going to be a 23-part miniseries, is it? I mean, I can't stand the stress..... LOL

I don't think my typing skills will last through a 23 part story but just for you i will try..

Um, Bakka, what was that story, precisly?

oops sorry part one was in the freedom force thread.

Yoda, part 1 of Bakka's story is in the Freedom Force thread. His story will apparently reveal the empire he will join in due time.

Heh. Looks like a 35K free agent has taken a liking to a spin on the mercenary idea. This ought to be interesting, bakka.

A little bit later, in a Jedi Starfighter far, far away…

Obi-Wan glared down at the viewscreen tucked into the tiny cockpit. On the screen, a young Jedi apprentice could be seen clearly shaking at the Knight’s displeasure. From the apprentice’s viewpoint on his own screen, Obi-Wan’s face was illuminated only by the pale blue light shining up from the controls of his starfighter, giving the Knight an unearthly appearance. And judging by his expression, the Dark Side was strong with him at the moment.

“What do you mean, ‘Proceed immediately to the Canadian border?!?’” Obi-Wan intoned. “Master Yoda HIMSELF ordered me to the Naboo system two days ago to update their Galactic Web interface. You DO realize how important recruiting is for us at the moment, don’t you? You DO realize that we’re at war, don’t you?”

The young apprentice began tugging at his collar; his throat suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, Master Kenobi, but you’re the closest ship at the moment, and this disturbance must be checked out quickly – we’ve just been informed that there’s also a Canadian scout nearby-“

“Find the next-closest ship. Kenobi out.”

72 seconds later, in the very same starfighter…

Obi-Wan peeked apprehensively at the viewscreen tucked into the tiny cockpit. On the screen, the face of Jedi Master Yoda could be seen, very clearly trembling with displeasure. And judging by his expression, the Dark Side was VERY strong with him at the moment.

“In gear, your ass will get! NOW! Six hours behind you, a Republic frigate is. If the probe’s location you have reached, and the mystery you have solved, order it NOT to fire on you, I MAY!”

Obi-Wan meekly instructed his ship’s R4 unit to dig out the approach vector for the Canadian border. He settled in for the flight.

4 hours and 22 minutes later, in the very same starfighter…

The space-time continuum reeled as the starfighter punched through the warp barrier. Shedding speed, the ship released its warp ring and settled into a long, graceful bank toward the unknown vessel.

Obi-Wan frowned at the readouts on the tiny display. “That’s odd…with the amount of damage that ship has taken, her pressure hull should have cracked like an eggshell. I’m still reading a breathable atmosphere in a few sections.”

R4 beeped and whistled inquisitively. Obi-Wan sighed. “No, R4. I’m not reading any human life forms aboard…although…there IS something alive over there. It’s a very faint reading.” He opened a comm channel. “Jedi Republic Starfighter to unknown vessel. Please respond.” He was momentarily grateful that Lando Calrissian Sr. had negotiated a deal with the Altarians for the Universal Translator technology. Obi-Wan really couldn’t stand protocol droids.

“Jedi Republic Starfighter to unknown vessel. Please respond.”

R4 began beeping and twitting with vigor. The mysterious vessel’s main comm system was apparently down, and an audio transmission was coming in on an old-fashioned carrier wave. The droid piped it into Obi-Wan’s receiver. The Jedi winced; the cloud of random gases that still surrounded the shattered starship was causing static on the transmission. Faintly, he began to hear a voice.

“[hiss…crackle] – don’t care where you’re FROM, mate, I just need a bleeding PINT!… [crackle]”

Taken aback, Obi-Wan began to formulate a reply. Suddenly, R4 began beeping insanely. “What do you mean, the warp ring’s been destroyed?!?” Obi-Wan twisted in his seat, trying to see what was happening behind him. “That ship out there doesn’t have enough power left to grill a sandwich, and we would’ve seen anything else on sensors!” He slammed the throttle levers forward, and spun the ship around. And gasped.

The ship was huge. Its scarred, pitted hull had gaps larger than the Jedi’s Starfighter, freely exposing the interior to the deathly vacuum of space. It was ancient; the faint markings of a maple leaf were emblazoned on its flanks, faded to a pale pink. The engine section was massive, obviously designed for speed and power. Bent and shattered antennas, radar dishes and unidentifiable bits of cool-looking hardware covered every surface that was still intact. As if he had suddenly opened his eyes, Obi-Wan felt an aura of diabolical evil wash through the Force, emanating from the mammoth vessel. Something was aboard that ship. Something that had once been human, but no longer. A LOT of somethings.

“R4, that’s no scout ship…it’s as big as a space station!”

The mysterious, hulking vessel drew closer. The voice on the comm channel continued to speak of the need for alcohol, but Obi-Wan knew full well that if he had any, he’d be drinking it now.

“How long before the frigate arrives?” Beep, whistle, whirr, plaintive trill. “Five hours and 52 minutes, huh?” Mournful trill. “Warp ring totally destroyed, huh?” Deathly, dirge-like trill.

“R4…I have a bad feeling about this.”
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The Journey- Part 3

Jedi
“Oww Some one get the number of that freighter.” groaned the bat. “Whoa. Something smells like well cooked leather. Hope it’s not me”
“Groan” came another complaint from the view screen “I’d say from first pain experience that life is not the best option.”
The form slumped down into darkness again.
Outside the cooling craft 18 small shapes weaved a complicated dance around the wrecked ship. Where one would stop for a moment a small flash could be seen.
A couple of hour later the shivering bat levered itself up on it wing tips and promptly barfed over the view screen. “Ooww stop the world. I want to get off. And why ‘aint I dead?”.
Silence was the steadfast response.
“Computer?” questioned the bat.
The silence deepened
“Oh sheet.” breathed Bakka “What would MacGyver do now?”
Peeling himself of the view screen he stood and orientated himself to his surroundings.
“Oh fubar!” Bakka exclaimed as he toppled forward to head butted an innocent panel next to the floor.
The assaulted panel responded with an attack of it own. “SCRREEEEEEECHHHHH”
Bakka groaned again and wished his spine would stop trying to jump out his back
“Emergency life support resetting” a slow metallic voice was heard from the panel
“Not so loud” hissed Bakka
As he spoke lights blinked on, things whirred in protest and gizmos that went pop went pop.
“Computer?” Bakka asked a second time.
“Whiz [pause] pop” was the embarrassed reply from the ship
“Oh well. No more arguments for a while. Now Communications is on the survival hit list if I'm thinking straight”
Bakka looked up and saw the communication panel sitting expectantly at the top of the current gravity well.
”Hmm going have to do this the old fashion way” Bakka spread his wings and started on a careful flight path to the waiting panel. Half way up Bakka had a triumphant look on his face when the galaxy decided he had enough success for the moment.
“Wham” went the real floor as Bakka face planted himself downwards
“Warning. Internal stabilizers reinitialising in 3 seconds” a slightly different metallic voice called out.
“I hate this ship!” groaned Bakka “who taught you how to count” he shouted.
To Bakka’s eye not one of the working panels managed to look guilty.
Limping to the Com’s panel he looked in dismay at the damage an orc with a battle axe would be proud off.
Pushing buttons inexpertly and in complete random order Bakka made only on insignificant light lite up.
“Oh great a FM carrier wave”
“Snap crackly scratch” said the FM channel
“I’m sure I haven’t heard that one on the top 100 list” Bakka told the blinking light

“Jedi Republic Starfighter to unknown vessel. Please respond.” A booming voice tried to break Bakka’s ear drums
Reeling from the full blast of the hypertertainment system Bakka scrabbles madly across the floor back to the com’s panel.

“G’day mate. Bakka here. Last of the Freedom force I expect. I really don’t care where you’re FROM, mate, I just need a bleeding PINT! Me esky got melted on the way over here”

Bakka’s Ghost bat senses started to zing at this point.

“Oh shit the undead! You got any beer mate. Really if you can get me some beer I can stop the undead. I’m not jerking your chain. Give me some beer and I can help you with these guys”

The Fighter pilot ignored Bakka’s pleading and took off at full throttle. The Space Station closed in on the two small ships. From the view screen bakka could see the star winking out behind the massive bulk. The station slowed down and purplish beam spread from above one of the massive openings of the space station towards the two ships. Being nearing the smaller Fighter was engulfed and it’s acceleration slowed down. The Star Hawk was stopped dead in it’s cartheeling dance across the stars and immediately dragged towards the gapping hole in the hulk. The Fighter passed the Star Hawk
As it bucked and rolled in the grip of the purple beam under.
“Comon mate you can do it. Break free” breathed Bakka
Out of the corner of his eye Bakka saw something zoom past, towards the massive undead hulk. As he turn to get a bette view he realized what it was. The Micro bot where heading for the source of the devilish beam. All 18 of them fired at the beam projector and it snapped off allowing the fighter to streak out of range. The Micro bots then landed on the hulk. By this stage Bakka couldn’t see what was going on but he had a far idea of what might happen.

Bakka spoke into the com’s panel one last time.
“Mate stay out of range of this thing. They can’t hurt me and I think they are going to get one very very nasty surprise in a couple of hours.”
“That’s a negative!” the reply crackled back
The fighter did a slow circling loop back towards the hulk and lined up for an attack run.
Massive beam projectors open up on the little fighter before it was even half way within range. The Fighter side step every shot with cool precise exact movements.
“Oh wow. Now that is flying. Imagine what he could do in this bucket of loose nuts.”
The fighter was starting to take hits as solid ammunition joined the power weapons.
“Oh strewth mate. Get out of here before they do you” scream Bakka in frustration

Reluctantly the fighter turned from his attack vector and use the speed he had gain to head for sanctuary within the solar system. Bakka’s floundering ship was swallowed whole by the station.
A very destructive and large game of cat and mouse ensured through and round the planets, moons and astroid belts of the system.

5 hours later he fighter was bleeding fuel and its shield was almost totally shorted out, though still in one piece but with fire scaring down one side when equipment had burst into flame when a small astroid had decided to play chicken. Both Pilot and R4 unit enjoyed a minutes rest from the intensive pressure of the last five hours.

“[hiss..crackle] –You still alive mate” came the completely calm voice of Bakka “You can come out now. The undead are gone. No need for radio silence. They have gone. Seems like they swallowed more then they could chew.”
A silent pause that only space can produce.
“My sensors are coming online and I can see another ship heading towards the system. I’m guessing the Zombies bugged out when it detected the ship. My Micro Bots had done a lot of damage to the weapons. I bet they number in the thousands now”
The pilot turned to the R4 unit sitting outside the cockpit and said “What you think? I can’t feel the dark force anymore.”
“beep de beep whistle”
“You are too trusting R4”
Thumbing the retro thrust the fighter scooted backwards away from the astroid it was hiding behind and steered a course along the line of the signal.
“Hi mate. Glad to see a friendly face in these parts once in a while. Bloody good flying. Wish I had half the skill you had.”
The constant chatter over the carrier wave guided the fighter towards the stricken Star Hawk.

As the fighter got closer he could see a moving sphere of objects spinning around the ship. Acting like a shoal of fish the Micro bots made a passage way for the fighter as it closed in on the Star hawk.
“What are these Micro Bots you keep talking about” ask the bemused Jedi. “they act alive but I don’t feel a life force”
“Mate, Your guess is as good as mine. I only just come across them recently and already they have helped me out of three pickles. I’m guessing that they are some type or Precursors technology”
“Precurse?” question the Jedi
“oh man you don’t know about the Precursors. Get me back to a base fix me ‘puter and it will tell you all about it”
“Done.” replied the Jedi “I’m Obi Wan Kenobi of the Jedi Republic. We will need to wait for that other ship to tow you though”
“Cool dude. Friends of yours I take it.” responded Bakka with relief and sadness. “I’m Bakka of the Freedom force. Though I expect, the only one now”
The Frigate came up shortly and with the fighter as escort the trio of ships headed for Coruscant

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