DarthTofu

Okay, fine, I posted again, but I only said I probably wouldn't post again. Well, I actually sort of broke my resolve and told Tex about a grammar error, but still, you aren't Tex, so it sort of counts as keeping my resolve. Hey, I know, want a freaking awesome-looking piece of aro-grade aluminum shaped to be a tread cover with the Merrit Island Mustangs Horsepower logo on it? We have two at our robotics lab that were never used due to some issues with motors in the tread system and I've been promised both (Figured I'd nail one up in my room)

Might help a bit if you told us what was gaurding it, but here's my view on it- they have two or more Gen core I or IIs up. Am I correct on this? I think that your best bet is to go with one of two options: 1 Send Luke or someone else good at sabatoge down to the planet on a mission to take out troops and troops alone. Also, check for traitors. Send only Luke with a specific character or two to test their loyalty- if they are a traitor then you can not win the missions. Option 2 is the one I personally enjoy. I'll assume that you have a collasal fleet ammased about Coruscant, is that correct? In that case, you probably don't have an admiral. So make one of your characters, such as Solo or Garm bel Iblis, who has a high leadership/battle skill level. Then orbitally bombard military facilities until the gen cores are all gone. Ought to work for you. Oh, yes, and if you don't mind having to worry about sending loyalty on planets down the crapper you can continue to bombard for military facilities until all of the troops down there are gone.

Not bad for a first try. I hate to image what I would do And I hate to imagine what you would do Considerably better than anything I can photoshop... Though that may have something to do with the fact that my version of photoshop actually is designed to mess with real photÉ›<

13 13? You mean I'm actually older than someone besides your little sister on the forums, here? W00TANG (Its a band geek thing)! So that would either make you a very young freshmen, or else an eighth grader, or seventh grader. Okay... right, a present... Hmm... I know! I won't be a jackass for the rest of the day! (Grins, noticing that it is 9:44 and he probably won't post again tonight )

diet soda floats? On what? Theoretically if diet soda lived up to it's name, regular soda would cause people to gain weight and become more boyant.

Hmm? Rear Admiral? 1) How is that childish, 2) How is it funny unless you want to go with the 'haha, you said rear which is like butt!' idea. I'm considering "Lesser God" for my rank if/when I get up there with the great masters Either that or "Most Modest Man Alive"

D16 mentioned how the Tie's lack of shields would contribute to quicker conquring, but I disagree. Let's not forget that TIE is an acronym: Twin Ion Engine. Thus when they got sucked into gravity vortex things the TIE parts would blow up, greatly weakening the Dovin Basals, right? Because, according to the Rogue and Wraith squadron books, when TIEs blow up they make quite a bang, and I think that a black hole would be more than sufficient to blow the TIE up.Quick question: If the VOng are creating black holes right next to their own ships, what keeps them from being sucked in, or time from slowing down

What? So confused!

Oh, so I'm not the only one that happens to.... BTW, Mith, we're studying radioactive dating currently in Biology, so I can sort of explain this to you: Radioactive dating is our most effective method of dating, but it can be off by a lot... As in by a couple of hundred years. Usually it is only accurate within something like 600 years. It is reached by discovering the ratio of Carbon 14 to nitrogen 14 which carbon 14 decays into, and is based on half lives. It is very possible that, in not being a natural fossil, there was nitrogen 14 already on the dog that would have managed to escape is allowed to fossilize naturally and make the technique more accurate. That last bit about pre-existing nitrogen 14 is theoretical on my part, but the rest is correct. And let's also keep in mind that carbon 14 has a half life of roughly 50,000 some years.

*Grumbles some more about the lack of a decent library nearby so that he can read those books*

*Groans* Okay, we're adding Wraith to the list of people who deserve to die for their jokes! A priest decides that he's going to go out and see the Grand Canyon one day, so he rents a horse advertised to him as religious horse. He is told "To make the horse start and go faster, say 'praise the lord'. To make him stop say 'amen'." The priest takes the horse for a ride saying 'praise the lord' to make the horse go faster and faster. Finally he approaches the Canyon lip. Panicking he calls out "Woah, woah!" to the horse, forgetting his instructions. Finally, right at the very edge remembers how to stop the horse screams "AMEN!" at the top of his lungs. The horse stops and the priest sighs with relief saying, "I'm alive! Praise the lord!"

I understood you perfectly. Tex is making my eyes bulge with lack of comprehension! Oh, yeah, and isn't the square root of a negative number an imaginary number? Hah! I feel kind of smart for knowing what an imaginary number is. I have no clue how to apply it, but I know what it is!

I put Read Beard on there.

Hate to pop your bubbles, folks, but I have been omnipotent for short periods of time before! As a matter of fact, right now is one of them! I can see all of you, exactly what you're doing right before me- wait, no, that's the TV going in a mirror, nevermind. But I will state this strange, random, and reccuring event that seems to go on around me- whenever I start thinking of a subject it seems, even when a conversation isn't going, someone will strike up that subject, almost without fail. So this isn't necessarily omnipotense, but I have read something somewhere about how people can have certain waves escaping from their brains. These waves bounce around somewhere or something and eventually come back to the source (I think) and some people are capable of interpretting these waves. So either all of my friends are able to hear my thoughts about a subject and strike it up, or else I have an ability to catch other people's thoughts. This happens way too often to be a coincidense in my opinion, though I believe that there's a scientific explanation. Oh, and just to be a pain, I'll state that I am an atheist and an evolutionist who believes that people who belong solely to the creationist faction are being rather silly. I don't see why creationism and evolution can't go hand in hand. Look at it this way: God creates a couple dozen organisms and gives them some of their abilities. Depending on where they start out, these different organisms adapt differantly, and thus evolve from what God made them into what they are today. There's too much fossil evidense of evolution for me to discount it, but in Mitth's words

I dunno, I actually like Stawas. It has a certain... Coolness to it for me... Hell, why don't we find a Star Trek forum and ask them what they call us or if they like any of our names for ourselves?

Dude, LIKE, can't you read the word LIKE? Its a play on words by saying Bohemian Raspberry instead of Rhapsody! Kinda like Darth Tater, the Mr. potato head Darth Vader. As far as diet sodas go, meh. I like the taste just as much, I'm entitled to pretend I'm being healthier

Anyone ever tried Jones sodas? They have creative names like Bohemian Raspberry on some of them (Like the song by Queen? Come on, and I thought I was young!) and some very... interesting ones. They sold a full thanksgiving dinner of sodas. I'm dead serious, they had turkey, mashed potato, corn, peas, every flavor of soda you can imagine... Almost bought one to try it, but they only come in huge effing expensive packs... And personally, i see no differance between regular and diet sodas at all when it comes to taste, so I always just get diet since its a small amount healthier.

So long as we're sharing quotes of random happenings, here's one from my friend who named me as Tofu in the first place while observing the new seventh graders rushing into our school: "They're like little bald munchkins... Only tall... and with hair..." Pretty good one in my opinion. Scath, your poem scared me... But I'll be damned if it won't be the end of the world by lunchtime on the school bus tomorrow morning!!! I used to have the website for a place that had a list consisting of some 300 things that they swore they would do if they ever became an evil super/ regular villain... I'll have to find that one...

I just like being called Jedi or Sith. Personally I'm a Sith man... Now we have to add a pole as to what we should be called on our own forum by Trekies!

Bring it on, Scath. hate to break it to you, but I do have a bit of a workout routine, and go for daily runs.

Umm, couple of comments: First off, i have to say: "Oh my god, you killed Yoda! You B*****d!" Now that that's off my chest, what exactly is Agent Red? Are they Palpy's gaurds or something? I never read all of the EU books due to a lack of a decent library around here ...+ And I'm sure as hell not buyin' 'em off of Barnes and Noble!

Just having a lil fun Tofu, I fully expect to see you return the favor. Let's see, what will your rank be? Major stupidity? Or perhaps General nonsense? Okay, so I stole that off a shirt, but still, pretty good ranking jokes and all. General Specific, Private Public, Coroporal Spiritual. Ah, those were the good old days...

Okay. I'll check as soon as I get home. I'm surprised, though: All of those typos in BS's post and you didn't correct anything, Scath? Hehe, had to be a jerk, there. Okay, yeah, I'll see what I can do by way of extra info for ya...

*Glances around guiltiy and looks up from BS's stuff wherre he was searching for a scrap of paper with the new rank on it.* What? Why are you all looking at me like that? Personally I have no clue what I'll be. My rank will most likely be "Insert Rank Here"

*And jumps back as he hurts his hand* I could give you my bank account no. Sure, we'll all pay. Just give us your banking information and we can send you the eight billion dollars we made off of black diamonds in a mine which you and I both inherited from a long-lost uncle who is somehow related to both of us through creative marriages you know nothing about (If you didn't get that, it was designed to seem like a spam E-mail)