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#47122
A búbánatos édes mamuskákukat máá.
#47121
Meg egy rovidebb 😊
Hey guys! We have multiple programmers working on untangling the Trait Slotting issue. As of this moment, we don't have a solution yet, but we're actively investigating what caused it to happen, how to prevent it from happening again, and how to fix it (if we can).
Utoljára szerkesztette: PiszkosFred, 2025.01.14. 18:29:27
Hey guys! We have multiple programmers working on untangling the Trait Slotting issue. As of this moment, we don't have a solution yet, but we're actively investigating what caused it to happen, how to prevent it from happening again, and how to fix it (if we can).
Utoljára szerkesztette: PiszkosFred, 2025.01.14. 18:29:27
“Yesterday is over. Tomorrow is yet to come. Today is yet unknown. Let's go!”
#47120
Ma jött egy jó hosszú vakera.
Kings & Queens - The Onslaught
Faction leaders and famed starship captains meet with diplomatic ambassadors in an effort to unite against the Borg and end them once and for all.
By Fero January 14, 2025, 08:00 AM
Tortured screams filled every inch of the room, until a cacophony of synchronized footfalls gradually drowned them out. Military-style boots shot down rhythmically onto a broken marble ground, as terrified civilians attempted to flee a city ruins. Systematically, the young were ripped away from their guardians and sealed into pods by sinister silhouettes. A civilization on the brink of annihilation.
The audience exchanged nervous glances as the footage cast pale, cracked faces plagued by invasive implants across the walls around them. It was unsettling. Especially for any onlookers that had witnessed similar events. From the ashes of a scorched metropolis arose a chilling and far too familiar chorus: “Resistance is futile,” recited the invading army.
Then, silence as the holographic projection came to a halt. “Play it again, my friends. No sound, lights on, from the beginning,” Thaseen-Fei commanded resolutely, standing atop a central podium before a diverse gathering of esteemed dignitaries.
Gut-wrenching visuals of alternate dimension Borg assimilating defenceless Aetherians filled the room once again; families torn apart, renowned scientists falling to their knees, pets and plantations abandoned, followed by silent screams of anguish that had reverberated throughout the Lukari Council’s stately diplomatic conference room only moments ago.
“The Cybernetic Onslaught marked the beginning of the end for my people and our glorious civilization. Few escaped, and fewer yet survived,” Thaseen-Fei’s voice quivered almost imperceptibly. She walked around the room, backlit by her own presentation, as she maintained eye-contact with those whose hearts she hoped to reach. “Running, begging, fighting - it made no difference. Escape shuttles were crippled and repurposed nefariously, pleas for mercy went unheard, and combatants were overpowered, slowly, but surely. Inexorably,” she lowered her gaze for the first time, glaring at the ground before her. “In the end, assimilation was indeed inevitable.”
. . .
Faction leaders and famed starship captains had travelled across several quadrants to meet with diplomatic ambassadors on the Lukari homeworld in an effort to share information in an effectively neutral location. The time had come to unite against the Borg and end them once and for all. But to watch the terraformation of Aetheria into a desolate and soulless husk alongside its despondent leader was harder than anyone had imagined. Admiral Quinn and Chancellor L’Rell locked eyes from across the room. Even Klingon soldiers could be seen to shudder, as the thought of Qo'noS falling to the Borg crossed their minds, a fate far worse than falling to the Hur’q. The audience was transfixed, shaken, silent.
“Inevitable, for us. But, we believe it does not have to be for you, and your universe.” Thaseen-Fei lifted her gaze and with it, the spirits of her spectators. “We made a critical mistake when we first built our society. You see, Aetherians were once a splintered, isolationist species.” She took in the vast array of peoples and ranks present before her today. “However, during the Onslaught, it dawned upon some of us that only through unity and harmony would we keep our people strong and secure. Those who worked together, survived. Those who did not-” she trailed off, allowing the unfinished sentence to hang in the air, and complete itself unvoiced in the minds of her audience.
The sound of a chair scraping against the hard floor interrupted the quiet. A Cardassian general had stood up from her seat. “And why help us? Why not simply rebuild your own civilization?” The decorated officer narrowed her eyes, before turning to face the rest of the room. “A waste of resources, time, and wit is what I discern from this presentation. Why bother?” she scoffed.
An uncomfortable pause permeated the premises. Thaseen-Fei stepped down from the central podium, and walked into the crowd. Seats parted for her with every step she took until she reached the general, whose height and stature could not rival an Aetherian’s.
“Why?” a pained smile crept across Thaseen-Fei’s, breaking with her angular features, as she peered down at her challenger. She softened her stance and turned to face Quinn. “Because when we witness the peaceful First Contacts of the Federation, surviving Aetherians get a glimpse of the civilization that could have been, and perhaps still could be.” Thaseen-Fei pivoted to face L’Rell. “When we behold the wild and rugged landscapes that are home to Bloodwine Rivers on the Klingon homeworld, we are reminded of the awe-inspiring tetryon storms of our Raas-Nepra deserts.”
The Aetherian Concordium Leader motioned towards the ceiling, raising her arms. The projection of the Aetherian homeworld, devastated and dark, shifted, until it was restored to its former glory. A city of white and gold pillars, wondrous aqueducts, and aerial gondolas coalesced into existence. A row of colorful statues, fractal glass and marble, adorned the gardens of a vast Aetherian plaza.
“The ancient Romulan archaeology you unearth and restore on colony worlds bear a striking resemblance in symbolism to the monuments that once stood in Hothori, the square at the heart of Namad, our fallen capital.”
The visuals shifted once more, showcasing high-tech, urban habitats, then glimmering deep sea vents, and finally, exotic flora and fauna. “The Cal-Toregi and Ocal-Zil once soared our clear skies. Now, these winged creatures are but a distant memory.” Thaseen-Fei paused, and turned to face the general once more. “Though we cannot bring them back, we long to see such harmony again. Your universe gives us hope. Perhaps one day, we’ll be able to reforge our civilization. Surely, you of all people, understand the desire to resurrect what once was?”
The disgruntled Cardassian general pursed her lips, before conceding. “I take your point,” she continued, “But what if that’s simply impossible?”
“Then at least Aetherians can play a pivotal role in this universe. We seek to be more than ghosts of our tragic past, wandering the galaxy aimlessly. We have purpose. And for that, we thank you.” Thaseen-Fei lowered her hands, interrupting the projection permanently. Claps and nods of approval rippled through the room, as the general reclaimed her seat.
. . .
“Friends, please accept these iadi as a token of our gratitude for your attendance today,” Thaseen-Fei urged, as she ceremoniously handed small, triangular data devices from a large chromatic container. “They hold classified holographic projections detailing the ways in which Aetherians have thwarted new Borg incursions in this galaxy, and remained unified throughout this endeavor,” she shared, gliding through the seated guests. As she moved through the crowd with a keen eye, someone caught her attention.
“Ensign Vaaruunte, I believe?” Thaseen-Fei took in the short, stern-looking Lukari comms officer who stood before her.
“Leader Thaseen-Fei, that was an impressive speech,” replied Vaaruunte, with a curt, deferential bow. “I was moved by the retelling of Aetheria’s history. I am sure Admiral Kuumaarke would have shared the sentiment, had she been able to attend.”
“Yes, a pity,” Thaseen-Fei thought out loud. “Important stellar research, no doubt. I take it that you’re filling in for her?” The ensign gave a swift nod in reply. “In any case, fret not, Ensign. A number of great allies could not attend today, and for good reason too, though I hope to see them soon.”
“Thank you for your understanding,” Vaaruunte responded.
“That said - could I entrust you with giving the Admiral this iad? It contains classified information that could be valuable to her and her efforts.” Thaseen-Fei extended her hand, proffering the device.
“Certainly. I will pass it on to Lieutenant Commander Saarii, our Chief Xenoanthropologist.” Vaaruunte took the object. “I will ensure it is stored here in a secure compartment on the homeworld, until the Admiral’s return. She’ll come to collect it as soon as possible.”
“You would not transport it back to the Reskava?”, Thaseen-Fei asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Ah, apologies for the confusion.” Vaaruunte looked up from the Aetherian device, and crossed her arms behind her back in a show of respect. “The Admiral is not aboard the Reskava at the moment… But… We can parse the data and transmit it to her on a secure line, if it’s urgent?” The Lukari officer raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“I see! No need, thank you. Perhaps I could pay a visit to the Reskava myself in that case, while I’m still here,” Thaseen-Fei suggested. “In addition to the iad, I could host a seminar, so you may assess the urgency yourselves. And I believe the Reskava is the only Lukari ship I have yet to board for a diplomatic visit. I would be delighted to do so,” she smiled.
“The pleasure would be ours, I’m sure,” Vaarunte politely returned the smile. “You would have to put in a request with the Admiral’s number one, of course.”
“Of course,” Thaseen-Fei lowered her head in acknowledgment. “Well, it has been a pleasure meeting you in person, Ensign. If you would excuse me, I must speak with the Lukari Council…”, she broke off distractedly, before turning around.
Vaaruunte watched as Thaseen-Fei made her way towards a crowd of senior Lukari officials. Across the room, loud and animated talks were underway - delegates discussing their reaction to the Aetherian Leader’s presentation, others debating the appointment of faction ambassadors and the need for personnel specialized in Borg encounters.
At the heart of this group, stood two holographic figures, partners of some sort, Vaaruunte presumed - a man, and a woman. The Reskava’s comms officer could not place them, but they looked familiar.
Iad in hand, Vaaruunte retreated to one of the many side-rooms in the area and activated her comms badge: “Reskava, this is Vaaruunte. One to beam up. Oh, and prepare to send out an encrypted report to the Admiral. I have intel for her.”
Vaaruunte smirked. “Faction ambassador, huh…” She looked at the triangular data device - an odd-looking object. She tossed it into the air, caught it, and slipped it into her pocket just as the transport beam engulfed her.
Kings & Queens - The Onslaught
Faction leaders and famed starship captains meet with diplomatic ambassadors in an effort to unite against the Borg and end them once and for all.
By Fero January 14, 2025, 08:00 AM
Tortured screams filled every inch of the room, until a cacophony of synchronized footfalls gradually drowned them out. Military-style boots shot down rhythmically onto a broken marble ground, as terrified civilians attempted to flee a city ruins. Systematically, the young were ripped away from their guardians and sealed into pods by sinister silhouettes. A civilization on the brink of annihilation.
The audience exchanged nervous glances as the footage cast pale, cracked faces plagued by invasive implants across the walls around them. It was unsettling. Especially for any onlookers that had witnessed similar events. From the ashes of a scorched metropolis arose a chilling and far too familiar chorus: “Resistance is futile,” recited the invading army.
Then, silence as the holographic projection came to a halt. “Play it again, my friends. No sound, lights on, from the beginning,” Thaseen-Fei commanded resolutely, standing atop a central podium before a diverse gathering of esteemed dignitaries.
Gut-wrenching visuals of alternate dimension Borg assimilating defenceless Aetherians filled the room once again; families torn apart, renowned scientists falling to their knees, pets and plantations abandoned, followed by silent screams of anguish that had reverberated throughout the Lukari Council’s stately diplomatic conference room only moments ago.
“The Cybernetic Onslaught marked the beginning of the end for my people and our glorious civilization. Few escaped, and fewer yet survived,” Thaseen-Fei’s voice quivered almost imperceptibly. She walked around the room, backlit by her own presentation, as she maintained eye-contact with those whose hearts she hoped to reach. “Running, begging, fighting - it made no difference. Escape shuttles were crippled and repurposed nefariously, pleas for mercy went unheard, and combatants were overpowered, slowly, but surely. Inexorably,” she lowered her gaze for the first time, glaring at the ground before her. “In the end, assimilation was indeed inevitable.”
. . .
Faction leaders and famed starship captains had travelled across several quadrants to meet with diplomatic ambassadors on the Lukari homeworld in an effort to share information in an effectively neutral location. The time had come to unite against the Borg and end them once and for all. But to watch the terraformation of Aetheria into a desolate and soulless husk alongside its despondent leader was harder than anyone had imagined. Admiral Quinn and Chancellor L’Rell locked eyes from across the room. Even Klingon soldiers could be seen to shudder, as the thought of Qo'noS falling to the Borg crossed their minds, a fate far worse than falling to the Hur’q. The audience was transfixed, shaken, silent.
“Inevitable, for us. But, we believe it does not have to be for you, and your universe.” Thaseen-Fei lifted her gaze and with it, the spirits of her spectators. “We made a critical mistake when we first built our society. You see, Aetherians were once a splintered, isolationist species.” She took in the vast array of peoples and ranks present before her today. “However, during the Onslaught, it dawned upon some of us that only through unity and harmony would we keep our people strong and secure. Those who worked together, survived. Those who did not-” she trailed off, allowing the unfinished sentence to hang in the air, and complete itself unvoiced in the minds of her audience.
The sound of a chair scraping against the hard floor interrupted the quiet. A Cardassian general had stood up from her seat. “And why help us? Why not simply rebuild your own civilization?” The decorated officer narrowed her eyes, before turning to face the rest of the room. “A waste of resources, time, and wit is what I discern from this presentation. Why bother?” she scoffed.
An uncomfortable pause permeated the premises. Thaseen-Fei stepped down from the central podium, and walked into the crowd. Seats parted for her with every step she took until she reached the general, whose height and stature could not rival an Aetherian’s.
“Why?” a pained smile crept across Thaseen-Fei’s, breaking with her angular features, as she peered down at her challenger. She softened her stance and turned to face Quinn. “Because when we witness the peaceful First Contacts of the Federation, surviving Aetherians get a glimpse of the civilization that could have been, and perhaps still could be.” Thaseen-Fei pivoted to face L’Rell. “When we behold the wild and rugged landscapes that are home to Bloodwine Rivers on the Klingon homeworld, we are reminded of the awe-inspiring tetryon storms of our Raas-Nepra deserts.”
The Aetherian Concordium Leader motioned towards the ceiling, raising her arms. The projection of the Aetherian homeworld, devastated and dark, shifted, until it was restored to its former glory. A city of white and gold pillars, wondrous aqueducts, and aerial gondolas coalesced into existence. A row of colorful statues, fractal glass and marble, adorned the gardens of a vast Aetherian plaza.
“The ancient Romulan archaeology you unearth and restore on colony worlds bear a striking resemblance in symbolism to the monuments that once stood in Hothori, the square at the heart of Namad, our fallen capital.”
The visuals shifted once more, showcasing high-tech, urban habitats, then glimmering deep sea vents, and finally, exotic flora and fauna. “The Cal-Toregi and Ocal-Zil once soared our clear skies. Now, these winged creatures are but a distant memory.” Thaseen-Fei paused, and turned to face the general once more. “Though we cannot bring them back, we long to see such harmony again. Your universe gives us hope. Perhaps one day, we’ll be able to reforge our civilization. Surely, you of all people, understand the desire to resurrect what once was?”
The disgruntled Cardassian general pursed her lips, before conceding. “I take your point,” she continued, “But what if that’s simply impossible?”
“Then at least Aetherians can play a pivotal role in this universe. We seek to be more than ghosts of our tragic past, wandering the galaxy aimlessly. We have purpose. And for that, we thank you.” Thaseen-Fei lowered her hands, interrupting the projection permanently. Claps and nods of approval rippled through the room, as the general reclaimed her seat.
. . .
“Friends, please accept these iadi as a token of our gratitude for your attendance today,” Thaseen-Fei urged, as she ceremoniously handed small, triangular data devices from a large chromatic container. “They hold classified holographic projections detailing the ways in which Aetherians have thwarted new Borg incursions in this galaxy, and remained unified throughout this endeavor,” she shared, gliding through the seated guests. As she moved through the crowd with a keen eye, someone caught her attention.
“Ensign Vaaruunte, I believe?” Thaseen-Fei took in the short, stern-looking Lukari comms officer who stood before her.
“Leader Thaseen-Fei, that was an impressive speech,” replied Vaaruunte, with a curt, deferential bow. “I was moved by the retelling of Aetheria’s history. I am sure Admiral Kuumaarke would have shared the sentiment, had she been able to attend.”
“Yes, a pity,” Thaseen-Fei thought out loud. “Important stellar research, no doubt. I take it that you’re filling in for her?” The ensign gave a swift nod in reply. “In any case, fret not, Ensign. A number of great allies could not attend today, and for good reason too, though I hope to see them soon.”
“Thank you for your understanding,” Vaaruunte responded.
“That said - could I entrust you with giving the Admiral this iad? It contains classified information that could be valuable to her and her efforts.” Thaseen-Fei extended her hand, proffering the device.
“Certainly. I will pass it on to Lieutenant Commander Saarii, our Chief Xenoanthropologist.” Vaaruunte took the object. “I will ensure it is stored here in a secure compartment on the homeworld, until the Admiral’s return. She’ll come to collect it as soon as possible.”
“You would not transport it back to the Reskava?”, Thaseen-Fei asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Ah, apologies for the confusion.” Vaaruunte looked up from the Aetherian device, and crossed her arms behind her back in a show of respect. “The Admiral is not aboard the Reskava at the moment… But… We can parse the data and transmit it to her on a secure line, if it’s urgent?” The Lukari officer raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“I see! No need, thank you. Perhaps I could pay a visit to the Reskava myself in that case, while I’m still here,” Thaseen-Fei suggested. “In addition to the iad, I could host a seminar, so you may assess the urgency yourselves. And I believe the Reskava is the only Lukari ship I have yet to board for a diplomatic visit. I would be delighted to do so,” she smiled.
“The pleasure would be ours, I’m sure,” Vaarunte politely returned the smile. “You would have to put in a request with the Admiral’s number one, of course.”
“Of course,” Thaseen-Fei lowered her head in acknowledgment. “Well, it has been a pleasure meeting you in person, Ensign. If you would excuse me, I must speak with the Lukari Council…”, she broke off distractedly, before turning around.
Vaaruunte watched as Thaseen-Fei made her way towards a crowd of senior Lukari officials. Across the room, loud and animated talks were underway - delegates discussing their reaction to the Aetherian Leader’s presentation, others debating the appointment of faction ambassadors and the need for personnel specialized in Borg encounters.
At the heart of this group, stood two holographic figures, partners of some sort, Vaaruunte presumed - a man, and a woman. The Reskava’s comms officer could not place them, but they looked familiar.
Iad in hand, Vaaruunte retreated to one of the many side-rooms in the area and activated her comms badge: “Reskava, this is Vaaruunte. One to beam up. Oh, and prepare to send out an encrypted report to the Admiral. I have intel for her.”
Vaaruunte smirked. “Faction ambassador, huh…” She looked at the triangular data device - an odd-looking object. She tossed it into the air, caught it, and slipped it into her pocket just as the transport beam engulfed her.
#47119
ha ki törli vkinek gondolom akkor rendszeresen használja a swich ship opciót csak nem írja le xd az loadouthoz kötött ezt sokkan elfejeltik....
igaz hive-on 3-szor én is elpukkantam lexingtonnal sok a borg, heal meg kevés
Utoljára szerkesztette: Orbancapitan, 2025.01.14. 09:16:00
igaz hive-on 3-szor én is elpukkantam lexingtonnal sok a borg, heal meg kevés
Utoljára szerkesztette: Orbancapitan, 2025.01.14. 09:16:00
#47118
Utoljára red alertet a régi vulkáni karimmal toltam le és a lego intrepidjével,az viszont hót biztos hogy régen az intrepid nem tudta álcázni magát harc közben,mert kurvára emlékeznék rá.
Utoljára szerkesztette: Plata, 2025.01.14. 06:26:14
Utoljára szerkesztette: Plata, 2025.01.14. 06:26:14
#47117
Csak két normál karaktert próbáltam, de nekem se a régiek (az egyiknek cseréltem hajót, még gondolkodok, hogy esetleg mit húzzak neki - ha ráérek kora este).
#saveSTO #bringbackoldUItoSWTOR #GoogleMondjonLe
#47116
Nekem vlahogy nem az igazi,a klingon recruitom traitjeit és egyéb vackát tudtam hogy hogy állt,volt róla képem.
De nem az igazi.
Nem működik úgy.
Az engi karimnak gőzöm sincs mi volt betéve,csak úgy raktam be most és tök jól megy vele.
De az biztos hogy jobban sebez,de a hajója sérülékenyebb.
Utoljára szerkesztette: Plata, 2025.01.13. 23:05:01
De nem az igazi.
Nem működik úgy.
Az engi karimnak gőzöm sincs mi volt betéve,csak úgy raktam be most és tök jól megy vele.
De az biztos hogy jobban sebez,de a hajója sérülékenyebb.
Utoljára szerkesztette: Plata, 2025.01.13. 23:05:01
#47115
Loadoutba engedi menteni (legalább is azt írja), de utána továbbra is 'unsaved changes'-t ír.
A traitek egyelőre nekem is benn maradtak, miután újrapakoltam őket, de a redditen írt olyan, akinek minden térkép-váltásnál kitörölte a traiteket. Valahol olvastam (lehet, hogy az arcgames-es fórumban), hogy a hajó törlésével és újra kivételével megjavulnak a hibák (de ez nem-zenes hajónál nem játszik).
Van akiknek működnek a traitek, red alerten is nagyon gyorsan le tudják lőni a normál nagy borg kockákat.
A traitek egyelőre nekem is benn maradtak, miután újrapakoltam őket, de a redditen írt olyan, akinek minden térkép-váltásnál kitörölte a traiteket. Valahol olvastam (lehet, hogy az arcgames-es fórumban), hogy a hajó törlésével és újra kivételével megjavulnak a hibák (de ez nem-zenes hajónál nem játszik).
Van akiknek működnek a traitek, red alerten is nagyon gyorsan le tudják lőni a normál nagy borg kockákat.
#saveSTO #bringbackoldUItoSWTOR #GoogleMondjonLe
#47114
kb mint a loadout előtti időkben
#47113
én vissza pakoltam őket azóta jó de tény hogy nem mentem el újra a loadoutba
#47112
Inkább ez. És még annál is hosszabb.
#saveSTO #bringbackoldUItoSWTOR #GoogleMondjonLe
#47111
Na ne máááá.
Így lelombozódok. XD
Mellesleg tényleg kúvára kezdhetnének valamnit a traitekkel mer mostmá aztán teli a hópicőkém.
Utoljára szerkesztette: Plata, 2025.01.13. 18:16:39
Így lelombozódok. XD
Mellesleg tényleg kúvára kezdhetnének valamnit a traitekkel mer mostmá aztán teli a hópicőkém.
Utoljára szerkesztette: Plata, 2025.01.13. 18:16:39
#47110
Vagy, amig nem tudjak megoldani a traites/loadoutos hibat - es ugy fest, hogy nem, vagy csak nagyon lassan -, addig nem akarnak uj kontentet (eventet) kezdeni. Ugy latszik hosszabb a beletanulas idoszaka, mint elore gondoltak.
“Yesterday is over. Tomorrow is yet to come. Today is yet unknown. Let's go!”
#47109
Háááát,két admiralty egymás után nem sokkal,ez érdekes.
Vaagy.
Tényleg jön a lego csomag azért adják az admy hetet.
Vaagy.
Tényleg jön a lego csomag azért adják az admy hetet.
#47108
Na, akkor most pihi, csak a reput kell kattintgatni es kesz is, picit nem is banom 😊
“Yesterday is over. Tomorrow is yet to come. Today is yet unknown. Let's go!”
#47107
Hogy a guta üsse meg,mé nem szótá hamarabb wazze.
#47105
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#47103
1
#47103
Évfordulós még biztos nem.
Tippre tán recruit vagy új éves kampány.
Bárcsak lenne végre évfordulón klingon legó.
Annyira szeretnék már egy legó gurambát vagy legó raptort.
Vagy bármi legó klingont.
Tippre tán recruit vagy új éves kampány.
Bárcsak lenne végre évfordulón klingon legó.
Annyira szeretnék már egy legó gurambát vagy legó raptort.
Vagy bármi legó klingont.
#47102
szerintem a héten lesz már infó
#47101
Van arrol mar info, leak, barmi, hogy a holnap veget ero Red Alert (es dupla xp) utan milyen event vagy extra/buffos cucc kovetkezik? Vagy most vegre lesz megint szunet ket esemeny kozott?
“Yesterday is over. Tomorrow is yet to come. Today is yet unknown. Let's go!”
#47100
na ez az
#47099
Hááát nem pont arra akartam utalni. 😄
Hanem arra hogy a hajó álcázója aktív,a hajó mégsincs álcaban,vagyis abban van csak nem látszik. 😄
Mert a hajón ott a cloak buff,pajzs energia 0.
Hanem arra hogy a hajó álcázója aktív,a hajó mégsincs álcaban,vagyis abban van csak nem látszik. 😄
Mert a hajón ott a cloak buff,pajzs energia 0.
#47098
Spoiler (katt a megjelenítéshez)
Huh, most megsértetted az Algeroni Egyezményt xD
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#47097
Na erre varrj gombot.
Megtalálod mi a bibi a képen?
Utoljára szerkesztette: Plata, 2025.01.12. 16:44:26
Megtalálod mi a bibi a képen?
Spoiler (katt a megjelenítéshez)
Segítek,az álcázó aktív. 😄
Utoljára szerkesztette: Plata, 2025.01.12. 16:44:26
#47096
Szerintem hetes úgy volt jó ahogy,minek változtatni rajta?
#47094
nem ment bele a részletekben de egy egészen más hetes lett volna
Utoljára szerkesztette: Orbancapitan, 2025.01.12. 15:51:58
Utoljára szerkesztette: Orbancapitan, 2025.01.12. 15:51:58
#47094
Miért? Mi baj volt hetessel?
#47093
meg alex kurtzman-ék végül más hetest akartak mm jelleműt mint ami a picard s3 végén lett és ez jerinek nem jött át mert ő máshogy képzeli
Utoljára szerkesztette: Orbancapitan, 2025.01.12. 12:54:54
Utoljára szerkesztette: Orbancapitan, 2025.01.12. 12:54:54
#47092
A héten olvastam egy cikket mit gugli fordítóval fordíttottam le,annak idején mindenki szerette volna megcsinálni a Legacy-t,a rendező meg a szereplők is benne voltak,csak nem kaptak zöld utat.
#47091
Hetesből is szvsz inkább az eredeti STO-féle tudós illik jobban a karakteréhez, mint a ranger.
A PIcard vége meg fan-service volt E-D-vel. Jut eszembe, azt olvastam, hogy a LEGO megszerezte a Star Trek-jogokat (a korábbi cég tönkrement), így őszre a következő black friday-re pletykálnak egy 1701D-t figurákkal. Mondjuk egy Venator méretű Enterprise monumentális lenne (1 méter hosszt írnak rá 😊
A PIcard vége meg fan-service volt E-D-vel. Jut eszembe, azt olvastam, hogy a LEGO megszerezte a Star Trek-jogokat (a korábbi cég tönkrement), így őszre a következő black friday-re pletykálnak egy 1701D-t figurákkal. Mondjuk egy Venator méretű Enterprise monumentális lenne (1 méter hosszt írnak rá 😊
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#47089
mert disco-s timeline azért
a legacy meg jeri ryantől függ inkább
Utoljára szerkesztette: Orbancapitan, 2025.01.12. 11:16:58
a legacy meg jeri ryantől függ inkább
Utoljára szerkesztette: Orbancapitan, 2025.01.12. 11:16:58
#47089
Diszkó nagy marhaság volt, nem is baj ha törölték, Picard sorozatot szerettem.
De a 31 még ki sem jött, miért törölték kánonból?
Mert diszkó szereplők vannak benne?
Kár hogy legacy nem készül el.
De a 31 még ki sem jött, miért törölték kánonból?
Mert diszkó szereplők vannak benne?
Kár hogy legacy nem készül el.
#47088
csak a disco-t meg majd a sec31-t a picard az még mindig main timeline a a prodigy-val együtt a sto-ból eltünteték az odyssey próba menetét az veteránok tudják h miről beszélek a picardban meg az eredeti új odyssey skin volt rajta és nem a mostani a yorktown ami a sto-ban van tehát át építették vmikor mondjuk a picard végével nem tudok mit kezdeni mondjuk az lehet h multiverzum a továbbiakban
#47087
Múltkor valaki írta, hogy a Lower Desk utolsó részét lehet úgy is érteni, hogy azzal az elsődleges idősíkon kívülre tették a Discovery és a Picard sorozatokat, így még mindig az Ody az uccsó ENT. (Nem láttam a részt, csak olvastam a gondolatot.)
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#47086
Csak nem.
#47085
amúgy srácok a sto-ban is nyugdíjazni fogják az enterprise-f-et? csak mert pont középen áll a kijárat felé nézve az esd-n
#47084
Jah, igaz xD Bocsi xD
Mert közben vaciláltam, hogy arab számmal írjam-e ;(
Mert közben vaciláltam, hogy arab számmal írjam-e ;(
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#47083
Elírtad és a tizenötödik század lett,akkor szerintem még a húst is hússal ették. XD
#47082
Mert a XV. században a Föderációnál nem esznek húst, a svéd húsgolyót szójából replikálták és úgy meg senkinek sem kellett.
(*Siskónak mint a bajori kiválasztottnak külön engedélye van a paprikás csirek miatt) xD
(*Siskónak mint a bajori kiválasztottnak külön engedélye van a paprikás csirek miatt) xD
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#47081
Biztos nem a svédeké,akkor lenne a replikátorban svéd húsgolyó. XD
#47080
Még a svéd Embracer Group. És most a san franciscoi PWE/Gearbox helyett a berlini DECA foglalkozik vele.
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#47079
Újabb érdekességet tapasztaltam.
A tellarita karimnak vissza adtam a traitjeit,ds9-en volt így hazamentem ESD-re,ESD-en a banknál vettem észre hogy a traitek nincsenek fent és a hajóján nem T6 konzol van,hanem a régi T5 változat. XD
Játék vissza rakta rá a T5 Tholian konzolt. 😄
A T6 is meg van.Csak az invetoriban. 😄
De a t5 konzol át volt téve a T5 hajóra a shipyardon.
A tellarita karimnak vissza adtam a traitjeit,ds9-en volt így hazamentem ESD-re,ESD-en a banknál vettem észre hogy a traitek nincsenek fent és a hajóján nem T6 konzol van,hanem a régi T5 változat. XD
Játék vissza rakta rá a T5 Tholian konzolt. 😄
A T6 is meg van.Csak az invetoriban. 😄
De a t5 konzol át volt téve a T5 hajóra a shipyardon.
#47078
Én nem akarok igazán új STO-t,szeretem a STO-t azért mert mindig ugyanolyan,nem változik összevissza,utálom a változást.
Ebben a játékban meg általában mindig minden ugyanaz,minden nap megyek ISA-ra vagy ISE-re,tolom endeavort és admiraltyt,ez nekem jó.
Nekem a grafika is jó az űrben,bár a groundon tényleg tré.
De oda ritkán megyek és amúgy sme a grafika a legfontosabb.
Legtöbb MMO-ban épp az állandó változás a legrosszabb.
WoW-ban majdnem minden kieg mindent összekavar,mire megszokod a dolgokat minden megy a lecsóba.
De STO-ban már ugyanazt csinálom 13 éve ugyanazokkal a hajókkal,jó közben T6-ok lettek de ki nem szarja le,akkor is ugyanaz,mert ugyanaz a bugja. 😄
Ebben a játékban meg általában mindig minden ugyanaz,minden nap megyek ISA-ra vagy ISE-re,tolom endeavort és admiraltyt,ez nekem jó.
Nekem a grafika is jó az űrben,bár a groundon tényleg tré.
De oda ritkán megyek és amúgy sme a grafika a legfontosabb.
Legtöbb MMO-ban épp az állandó változás a legrosszabb.
WoW-ban majdnem minden kieg mindent összekavar,mire megszokod a dolgokat minden megy a lecsóba.
De STO-ban már ugyanazt csinálom 13 éve ugyanazokkal a hajókkal,jó közben T6-ok lettek de ki nem szarja le,akkor is ugyanaz,mert ugyanaz a bugja. 😄
#47077
A legelső karimnak is vissza raktama trateket és mentem vele red alertet,háát nem tom hogy a trait cserétől vagy mitől,de mintha megtáltosodott volna.
Halvány gőzöm sincs milyen traitjei voltak bent.Így tök random raktam be. XD
Mindig is kicsit fun kari volt,vele repültem a Galaxy-kat őrült módon.
Halvány gőzöm sincs milyen traitjei voltak bent.Így tök random raktam be. XD
Mindig is kicsit fun kari volt,vele repültem a Galaxy-kat őrült módon.
#47076
Nem tudom most ki a csoda a STO tulajdonosa,már annyiszor cserélt gazdát,hogy a ragya sem követi.
De az előbb olvastam hogy az amerikai korány a legnagyobb kínai játékos céget a tencent-et katonai cégnek minősítette és valszeg szankcionálják.
Remélem a STO-hoz nincs közük.
De az előbb olvastam hogy az amerikai korány a legnagyobb kínai játékos céget a tencent-et katonai cégnek minősítette és valszeg szankcionálják.
Remélem a STO-hoz nincs közük.
#47075
#47074
Egyik nap chaten beszélgettek róla, hogy volt, és Unreal Engine 5-tel már előrehaladott állapotban, csak lelőtték 😞
Számomra nem tűnt sem kamunak, sem a gyerek őrültnek, inkább mintha bennfentesként beszélgettek volna róla és a mostani STO-ról is. Sajnos nem rögzítettem 😞
De lehet, hogy én sz*ptam be egy korai április 1-jét.
Számomra nem tűnt sem kamunak, sem a gyerek őrültnek, inkább mintha bennfentesként beszélgettek volna róla és a mostani STO-ról is. Sajnos nem rögzítettem 😞
De lehet, hogy én sz*ptam be egy korai április 1-jét.
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#47073
Nyilván 5+ év, hosszabb távon még mindig jobb, mint most szenvedni minden patch-csel. Ugyanúgy, mint amiért elhagyták a Foundry-t. Lehet, nem kellett volna elkaszálni a STO2-t, de elég lenne szvsz újracsinálni a meglevő küldetéseket egy jobb engine-nel, azzal lehetne időt nyerni.
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