If there was only ONE thing you could remove from the game in order to improve the game? What would it be?

Hello All,

I'm saving for the breen reward ship from the winter wonderland events. In keeping with the Breen-ey theme, I want to go full-polaron. Does anyone know the best 'budget' (easily accessible or mission-reward) gear to create an effective beam-array based drain-tastic flying-fridge?
I've got the cryo core from the wonderland, figured the Dominion polaron beams may be a good-if-grindy option and then...EPS conduits? Are there some specific bridge officers/traits I should select? I intend to play PvE and continue the story missions on touch difficulty setting, not going for Pvp.

Cryptic, update your labels please for any event-based commodity.

Community, what label has Cryptic cryptically chosen for event based commodities?​​

Hello everyone!

After the successful Screenshot Contest for the Assault Cruisers, we are proud to announce our next one!

The theme for this contest:




Conditions of participation:

• To participate you need to send in the screenshot link here or at our homepage and we need your @handle. If your character is called John@Doe, add @Doe to the comment with your entry here or at the forum.
• Only one screenshot per person is allowed.
• The use of photoshop or other similar programs to enhance the picture is allowed and highly appreciated.
• Not allowed are 3d rendering programms, it still has to be a ingame screenshot!

Deadline to participate and send in a screenshot is 16th of January 2017 6pm UTC.

The STO-League Admin Team will determine the winner after the deadline.

Prize:

• The screenshot from the winner will be used for the shipbuild post at www.sto-league.com. In addition, the winner will get 10 Masterkeys (PC Version of Star Trek Online)

The winner will get the Masterkeys per in-game mail short after the decision is made.

Disclaimers:

• The members of the DPS-League Adminteam are not allowed to participate.
• No cash disbursement is possible, recourse to the courts is not permitted.
• With the entry you allow us to use the screenshot for the website www.sto-league.com

Your sto-league.de Admin Team

P.s.:
To take a good screenshot use the /screenshot_jpg command.
You could although try to increase the resolution by using /renderscale 2 or higher. The normal is /renderscale 1. But be careful, this is only for better computers and could slow down your game drastically.

So I posted this in the Bug report forums, but they don't give you a response there, and I was hoping it might be something simple a player here could help me with:

I just came back to STO after several months. My right mouse button in rpg mode fires the primary attack instead of the secondary attack for my ground weapons. Therefore both the left and right mouse buttons are doing the same thing. In first shooter mode the right and left mouse buttons do not fire at all but instead trigger abilities on my tray. I tried resetting all my keybinds (space, ground rpg, ground shooter) with no luck. The Xbox controller was checked off under Options in game, and I use a Microsoft mouse, so I reset that. I also reset my mouse under control panel on my pc with no luck.

Thanks ahead of time for any suggestions you might have. I noticed you can't adjust the keybinds for ground shooting under options in game, so I might be stuck.

This has now happened three times in the last ten minutes. I switch characters and click select all mail then click delete and bam! crash to desktop. Is it just me? Cause last time it did this I verified the files and it didn't seem to help. Hopefully the next patch will address the issue. Anyone else having this issue?

Does anybody know if K-13 consoles that add PEN to all weapons made it into the game? I remember those consoles from Tribble development. Thanks

I won the event ship on one of my toons, but can't claim it on any other toons. I thought it was an account unlock like last year. Will it show up the next time I log in?

This ship comparison spreadsheet is designed to provide a slightly better graphical approach to comparing ships. While other ship comparison spreadsheets tend to list the same information, it is usually in a format that makes it tedious to read. My goal with this is to make it very easy to see the differences in a side-by-side format.

Link: http://bit.ly/STOShips

This is a Google Spreadsheet, so you will need to make your own copy to use the pages that let you choose which ships to compare side by side. Instructions how to do this are included in the spreadsheet.

Enjoy!


Latest Changes
V4.2.2

• Added the T6 Elachi Ships (currently Consoles only).

A full list of changes from prior revisions is included in the spreadsheet.​​

so sad!!!

Hi All,

Are there any quick methods and shortcuts that can be used on the Xbox-one version of STO to speed up posting and searching on the exchange? At the moment, I'm precisely typing in the fullback of any item I want to sell or buy and it's a slow process using the virtual keyboard! Are there any ways to store typical searches or to quickly find complete a search on the exchange?

Hi guys! I got a request to start a serious RP thread, so here it is. That last one got out of control, lol. So I guess we can keep the craziness over there. I'll add my first post here as soon as I can, but in the meantime feel free to start. (cc @the0infamous )

RP/fic any of your Fed/Rom Captains at Earth Spacedock:

• Spacedock locations
• RP Discussion Thread

Rules/tips:

• No NSFW stuff.
• Don't take over other people's RP characters (unless they're okay with it).
• In general, 'conveniently omit' context that denotes your character as "the player/the one" from in-game, and, rather, generalize events, so as to maintain a shared semi-non-conflicting RP-thread continuity. [Notes: It is not to say your character didn't engage in specific episodes/events, but not to specify they did either.] [Exceptions: Large scale events, like fleet battles (i.e. The Iconian attack at Earth, or general Na'Khul alerts) are encouraged to mention, but may still require some generalization. Use your best judgement!] For major exceptions to this rule, see the discussion thread for an ongoing list of episode/event involvement.
• The RP is in a perpetual state of the year 2410 (until the game moves forward).

List of Earth Spacedock department head NPCs:

• Commander Allura, Operations, Executive officer; Aenar, female
• Commander Barnes, Shipyard; Benzite, male
• Commander Batou, Engineering; Human, male
• Commander Reeve, Security; Human, male
• Commander Lucrecia, counselor, female
• Doctor Melzine, Infirmary; human, male
• Ensign Otis (hands out reports/information)

Types of play (can combine more than one):

• Integrated with story - Join other Captains in solving an issue
• One off/or more than one off - Like a mini fanfic, make a short stop to replenish supplies, drop prisoners, etc.
• Side story - Posts about stuff your Captain is dealing with. Can work well with "Integrated with story".
• (That's all I can think of right now. There's probably more ways.)

External links:
- Earth Spacedock (RPG) wiki article at Star Trek Expanded Universe
- Earth Spacedock wiki article at Star Trek Expanded Universe
- Star Trek Online: Earth Spacedock archives at Blogspot.ca

OK guys and gals, I need some advice. When the Kelvin timeline Constitution was released, I wasn't in a position to afford it, nor did I have a character I could use it on. Now, thanks to a bit of holiday cash and some moves on the exchange, I'm within striking distance of being able to purchase one once the next infinity lock box is released.
I also now have my Temporal recruit who I've dedicated to the temporal/Kelvin theme. He currently owns the Paladin Temporal battlecruiser and the Kelvin Intel Dread.
Given that:

1. Do you consider this a good Cruiser?
2. Would you go ahead and get it to add to the Kelvin theme, even though you already have the Intel Dread?

Thanks for your thoughts.

P.S. The T6 Temporal light cruiser is still way outside my price range

i heard that some people dont like the bajorians and i was wondering why are they so bad???

At the Jaws of Fenrir:

Chapter 1: The Builder - part 1

 
by antonine3258

Notes: This is primarily a retelling of 'Ragnarok' the mission -as a capstone to several arcs, I decided to assemble a superteam of my characters for it, so I'm being a bit indulgent. This will probably be five chapters,a ll told

 
*

1523 AD

It was festival day on Grimak, greatest of the colonies of Fifth Great Expansion of the Gorn. The celebration of the founding wasn’t the largest festival; that honor was reserved for the hatching of the Hegemony, celebrated across all the worlds. The warrior caste had promised a flyby of the newest air-defense units, and Sliss was eager to reach home. Her apartment was in the foreign district; and the usual problem of its distance from the university meant less build up and a better view.

And it was cheap, and the landlord was only genially corrupt. Her neighbor across the hall had gotten some decent imported liquor – clear but with a heavy punch. They would have a good seat on the rooftop as a result. For a non-Gorn, her neighbor wasn’t bad, even if her name was nearly impossible to pronounce with a soft palate, and she had hair.

She shuddered, even on a linguistics grant, she hadn’t had too much exposure to aliens yet. The Hegemony had preferred to keep to themselves, but the need to expand their population had forced them to spend more time around people, though most were mammals. The hair – the bizarre keratin structures – looks like diseased scales, falling in rivulets.

But Sliss’s caste was merchant, and they were more open as a result, seeing the angles. The mammals saw the Gorn as plodding, unemotional, and slow. Her knack for acoustics was better than most, and so she had been selected to learn their languages, and then their secrets.

It would be useful, but it wasn’t a very large grant, so she had to live closer to them than she wanted on a regular basis. Going to school with them was bad enough. She looked at the sky, it was rapidly darkening, the red dwarf sinking below the horizon. She heard something rustle on the streets around her. The city transit network hadn’t been extended all the way to her apartment, and she’d had to walk ten blocks.

The city lights would be on soon, and she feared missing the fly-by. Fortunately, there was always the backup route. An access point to the city’s power distribution network – if one breathed in a little, one could shuffle through it. She’d used it the other way, making the morning train. True, it was dark, but this was a Gorn world. The military caste dare not risk the humiliation of one being injured.

She slipped into the ally, squeezing past the transformer stack, humming to itself. Then it was a short walk down a delivery driveway, and she’d saved herself a block. Unfortunately, in the dim light, she missed the trash bins had been shoved out of the way – someone being hasty, and tripped over them in a clatter in the shadows.

When she finally managed to stand up, cursing and brushing herself off, the light suddenly dropped. She turned, confused. A shadow was blocking the end of the street, far too short to be a Gorn, but she thought she recognized the stance and hair against the silhouette. “Student Revka?” Sliss asked, confused. She hissed, then. The figure was pulling up a hand with the sort of deliberate slowness that screamed ‘weapon’ from a hundred bad dramas.

She couldn’t move in time – inertia fighting against her. But instead of a loud ‘bang’ there was a trill like a camera flash being discharged. A bright flash filled her vision, and she heard a gasp as something small and heavy ran into her, sending her back to the ground. Her vision finally cleared, seeing her neighbor standing over her, hand on her chest, pushing hard enough to make sure she felt it though not truly pinning her.

Her other hand was waving around, something. Her eyes were strained, but they appear to have tumbled behind some blocks of glass or the like. And beyond… there was another figure, grunting, hand held to his chest. Reddish eyes glared, and a rifle was held somewhat listlessly. Student Revka did something with her other hand, she heard a faint hum, and the pressure on her chest ceased.

“Stay here behind the er, wall, Sliss,” Revka said gently, patting her, getting the sibilants all wrong as usual. Her other hand came into view, and was holding some sort of plastic contraption that hummed. The other spat something, and Student Revka winced briefly – apparently she understood it.

“No, none of that,” Revka said sharply as the other creature struggled to raise the rifle. There was a screech, and his movements slowed and stiffened. The small, pink alien smiled with clear satisfaction and put the box away, pulling something else plastic and small. She rolled out from the glass, and manipulated it somehow. Sliss struggled to sit up in shock. It was a ray gun- a beam of light caressed. Fire sparkled and strobed around the other, warding off the light, and Revka rolled back.

Her eyes widened and she tapped something on her chest, a parabola insignia she had described as a religious symbol. “Get down!” she barked, with all the insistence of the ruling caste, and Sliss found herself dropping in surprise – the pronunciation had been perfect. The other managed to get the rifle out, and instead of bullets – or even light, some sort of fog came out. But it hit the glass, and then Sliss realized, it was light, not glass. The fog cleared, and the trash bins scattered from her fall were slumped, corroded.

But she was intact, whatever the barrier was, it held. The shadowy figured snarled, a harsh figure, looking almost melted by Gorn standards. It shimmered with empyrean fires again, and duplicated, creating an even shadier version of itself. They were linked by fire. Student Revka tapped her strange tool again, a sparkle of light bringing an ally, a small halo, glowing orange, floating on no wings. Something burning launched at Revka, but a clean blue shimmer held it off.

She fired again, a cone of orange light – not even fire as the halo added its own otherworldly fury. The shadow vanished, leaving only the lead devil, the fires dying down around it. The figured stepped backward, but slipped against the partially melted garbage, slumping. With a defiant snarl, he pulled a small cylinder from a pocket. Revka started to run, but the devil jammed the cylinder into them, shuddered and gasped, and then went still, with a finality too it.

The wall, the ray gun, the small floating halo suddenly vanished in more clear blue light. “Are you all right?” Revka asked. Sliss gaped at the angel, and, to her late shame, it took time to find her voice.

“I thought you were an engineering student, not an angel!” Sliss said at last, to her later regret. Of all the stupid things.

“One never stops learning!” Revka said brightly. “But, yes – I am an engineer.” She reached down a hand to help Sliss stand. Amazingly, it worked, and Sliss didn’t bring the tiny alien down. Though her ears did detect a slight whirring of gears – a clockwork engineering angel, apparently.

She held her box up again, “Are you hurt at all?” Revka asked, “I’m sorry to knock you down.” She brushed her off lightly, and adjusted her tunic back out of askew.

“Who was that? What are you?” Sliss said. “Why are you here? What about the roof?” Sliss babbled. She looked at the corpse briefly. It didn’t look familiar – later, she mapped it to a slave species towards Galactic core, past the Azure Nebula.

“Um – we should still have the spot, actually,” Revka said weakly. “But I’m sorry he got so close – he was… an operative. He didn’t like the sort of future you represent, and the growing Hegemony.” That made her straighten a little. Angelic recognition. “I came here last week because we heard he was here, but I was hoping to catch him before this. I’m sorry you were nearly hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Sliss assured her savior. Sliss spat on the corpse. “Shadowy scum.” Revka nodded, and then seemed to catch herself.

“He had his reasons,” Revka said. “They’re terrible, but they’re there.” She looked at the fight area. “I’ll get the body taken care of – you shouldn’t have to deal with any of the questions.”

Sliss held her claws up. “I may not be laborer, but I can help with trash.” Revka hesitated, eyes lidded, then nodded. Sliss worked to arrange the cans. It took longer than it should, her hands seemed to be shaking. Revka waved some sort of wand over the body and the area. Then she summoned the disc again, which played light over specific spots. With Sliss’s sensitive eyes, the spots were slightly discolored. Sliss nodded. Demon blood was supposed to be corruptive.

Sliss had more or less gotten the cans back together, and Revka seemed to be finishing her preparations with the corpse when she heard the booms. “Oh, the flyover! I’d be home by now” Sliss said, another subject of later castigation. Still feeling unsteady – that was where she should be, after all, if things were normal.

Revka seemed to be listening to something, and then spoke quietly. Then she looked up and smiled. “You’re right – we should get you back where you should be. It was a pleasure to meet you, Sliss. Your people are courageous and brave, and I’m sorry someone would try to damage that, but glad I got to meet you and see your world.”

Sliss nodded. Revka drew her up to her full insignificant height. “But,” she said with finality, “I’m afraid we probably won’t see each other again. Fuso, execute plan Charlie-Five.” The world dissolved to light, then the scattered pieces seemed to reform back to the rooftop. Her stomach suddenly lurched, and dizzy, she found herself in a prepositioned sunbed.

Overhead, the newest air-fighters of her people went through acrobatics, launching flares and amid fireworks across the whole spectrum. Caught in the spectacle, the other residents of the low-cost housing had missed it. Turning a little as she gasped, she saw another barrel there of the distilled spirits Revka had been handing out. With a shaky note on it, “For a good neighbor and a better future.”

Overhead, the lights shone across the spectrum, the Hegemony bright.

*

Captain Antonine Revka, U.S.S. Fuso, beamed back aboard her ship. Her science officer was waiting with her operations chief. Even for a Reman, he was looking grim, at the bundle that had beamed up beside her. Figuring the exact time origination point of the body would help lock down the Na’kuhl ‘insertion’ technique. And, given the Republic’s torturous recent past, history was not the favorite subject of Subcommander Manas.

“Ambassador S’tass’s ancestor has avoided an untimely death in an alleyway,” she said happily. “Status report up here?”

She stepped down from the transporter room – carefully, it was built to a century-old style, like much of the ship. All bright colors and thick, well-shielded conduits. But beneath the surface, the hexagonal facets had the sparkling high-resolution of a current transporter, the thick power conduits were really modern electro-plasma instead, carrying loads undreamed of to those dead engineers.

Those in fact, those engineers were yet to be born. Manas looked at the dead operative. “Our credentials continue to hold. Intelligence gear has successfully pulled the databases from the planetary surface, and we are monitoring all possible surface transmissions. There will be a great deal of information about the Fifth Expansion to add to the Federation Library.”

“And our other issue?” Antonine asked, moving behind a screen to change back to uniform from civilian wear.

“The temporal and chroniton scanners obviously failed to show any improvement with our additions,” Manas said mournfully. “Distortion was only evident at close range and very near the point of temporal impact. Their incursion method still refuses to be remotely identified.”

“We have successfully offloaded our ‘cargo’,” the operations officer, Lieutenant (probationary, as Donaldson often reminded) Feric said, leaning on the transporter console. The Ferengi had the lobes for logistics. “The replicated fabrics will resist any obvious identification as manufactured through that method; and will decay before appropriate methods are discovered. The hardwoods should, given what happens in the next century, fit pretty well into making the Gorn trade deficit that much worse.”

Antonine popped her head up at that feeling glum. “Those poor people,” she said, and sighed. “And I wasn’t able to even capture him. Going to kill an innocent young woman in a dark alley…”

Manas said, “Still, we detected the deviation enough to be in position. Was there any issues with the target?”

“No, one good thing about a week’s stay – she seemed pretty certain I was on the side of angels.” Antonine laughed, but shook her head at their questioning looks.

“It sounds like everything’s going all right – what was Donaldson talking about an anomaly? I would have stayed longer otherwise.” Antonine said, getting more serious as she finished putting on her uniform. The captain approach to uniform regulations was a blessing – she could use the Sierra model she was used to from her timeline. The Odyssey just felt odd on the shoulders.

The two officers looked at each other uneasily.

Feric offered, “We had a very minor blip in our carrier wave for temporal communications. We sent a query but got back a standard status report to continue mission while in another temporal zone.”

“That transmitter is set in the future,” Antonine said, now also uneasy. “When was the glitch?”

“Fifteen minutes before the attack on Sliss,” Manas said. “Our understanding of temporal theory is the probability of the event at that point should not have caused effects – given the mechanisms of travel used by the Na’kuhl and ourselves.”

“All right, something’s up then. We need to confirm who we’re working for – Donaldson’s attention to detail paid off again,” Antonine said. “Are we cleared for departure yet?”

Feric nodded, “Yes, everything was set – we have all scanner points logged to be able to maintain our hologram, and that little probe you suggested is ready with our warp signature. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it.”

“Well, it’s easy to forget how slow speeds are back now,” Antonine said. “An endurance of two minutes at warp 9.5 goes a lot longer at these blistering modern speeds of Warp 1.3.” She tapped her commbadge. “All hands, this is the captain: prep departure stations.” She tapped it again and turned to the others. “Run final checks we didn’t leave anything behind when I checked out of the apartment – what, wow, all of six standard hours ago? I’ll be on the bridge.”

Yama was lingering outside the transporter room to where Antonine nearly tripped over her. She scooped the ship’s cat up, and, reflexively scratching it. “And detail someone to lock up poor Yama. We really don’t want a repeat of what happened when we arrived.” The other two nodded, and Antonine delegated the cat to Feric before heading into the turbolift.

*

Donaldson had harbor watch, standing to attention as Antonine came in and moving from the center console. A few seconds behind, the other turbolift opened, disgorging auxiliaries to man the ship’s secondary consoles while in full operation. “Orbit stable, captain. Traffic control has given our exit vector. Sensor sources marked. Holoemitter disguise active with no anomalies, impulse baffles holding.”

“How long until our departure?” Antonine asked, settling into standing at her post. Posts were certainly right. The bridge controls were all scattered on various columns across the structure. No hint of old-school ergonomics here. Or 25th century ergonomics. Or any, it seemed at times.

She wasn’t sure why the ship, originating a century in the future, seemed to pay little to ergonomics, but they weren’t able to access the time travel settings without the original bridge. She’d been forced to set up four-hour watches to avoid physical exhaustion.

“Groundside traffic control has us set for whenever we’re ready within the next hour – departure vector logged to helm,” Donaldson reported. “Mission go well?” He waited a beat, “And did you get my aquavit back?”

“Not sure yet, just a moment. We didn’t get a live capture but I doubt Foch would’ve made a difference,” Antonine said, pulling up their vector. “Main Engineering: Bridge – I need power now to the temporal core,” she ordered.

“Commander Tela here – warp power available,” the Tiburonian said over audio cheerfully. “Unhooking the safeties on temporal core. When are we going? Can I plug in the still? Donaldson’s been hovering over it.” The human officer grimaced and turned away. Antonine hid her smile.

“Tell everyone to keep their distance and I’ll let you know,” Antonine advised. “Computer – contact Temporal Relay; Temporal Defense mission contact under one-time code seven-delta.”

“Working,” responded the computer. “Standby,” it said after several seconds.

“We’re time travelling – why does it always seem we have to wait for this?” Donaldson said, composure recovering.

“There’s about fifteen competing theories I’ve read-“ Antonine began, but stopped. The contact appearing in hologram was not Daniels. Some other human, graying at the temples, someone heavyset.

“Captain Revka – my name is Pavel Chekov. Timeline integration check is three-seven-alpha-four-seven,” the man said, with some accent she couldn’t place. Donaldson stepped to another control column and nodded.

“It seems we’re in the same history, Mister Chekov,” Antonine said. “Transferring automated mission report – would you like a summary?”

“No time,” the man said with no trace of humor. “Daniels has fallen in the line of duty. The Temporal Liberation Front has joined with Mirror Universe forces and nearly overwrote the existence of the Array at New Khitomer. We have a limited window remaining, but it appears all pieces are on the board for Procyon V, and we are seeing massive flux in the timeline. Additional post-Procyon Nexus forces are unavailable.”

That caused some muttering on the bridge. Antonine looked around, silencing the mutters. “Do we proceed to the battle?”

“Negative – your previous experience with the Tox Uhat is more valuable. Proceed to your originating point and then proceed to New Khitomer at the attached time within one hour after arriving, your perspective. You are authorized to recruit one ship. We have no opportunity for using your ship to shuttle and removing too many pieces from history at this point could tip the balance,” Chekov said.

“Is it alright to alert my normal chain of command?” Antonine said.

“Yes, though we are also alerting through other channels,” Chekov said, then looked off screen. “I’m sorry – we just reached Captain Foch for emergency recall. You have your orders captain.” The screen winked out.

“That was fast,” Antonine muttered, and winced. Not the best move for morale. “Lock down temporal core and begin charging capacitors for time travel. Communications, contact traffic control – say we got loading expedited and get us on departure. Lieutenant Feric’s probe is ready so plot for temporal event immediately after going to warp. Senior staff meeting in fifteen minutes. Commander Donaldson-“

“Aye, ma’am,” Donaldson said, standing up stiffly again. “Going to go check Feric’s probe to make sure he didn’t get inventive.”

“Absolutely,” Antonine said. “And I *am* sorry, but I did have to use the last of your aquavit. We did have those recordings from the archive Sliss saw the airshow, so I needed to make sure she had a seat.”

“The last of the Freya batch, and most of our first Fuso batch,” Donaldson said mournfully, “Throw one more alien in the building and bribery gets expensive in isolationist societies.”

“Corruption is the theme of the Fifth Expansion, if memory serves,” Antonine said, a tad mournfully. There would be mass riots at best on the planet below in several decades, as a variety of cascading mistakes brought down this version of the Hegemony.

Donaldson saluted. “A well-lubricated society, if not well-ordered. Having to keep a spirits room on a Starfleet ship? Who would think distilled spirits would be the best weapon in non-lethal temporal warfare” Antonine shrugged, at that. Replicators were wonderful, but weren’t the best at volatile compounds like alcohol, if you liked the people you served it too. And, what had been more important, brewing was brewing – it was much easier to ‘obscure’ the origin than things patterned from a replicator or using, accidentally, too-advanced engineering.

“Fifteen minutes Donaldson, I’m going to check with Tela,” she announced.

*

I currently have two Romulan characters and have gotten to the Turning Point mission in the early game with them, but now I'm stuck. Each time I do the mission with either character I get right to the end and once I accept the 'Beam Out' dialogue it returns me to Sector Space but the mission has completely reset. I've done this five times across both characters now and each time is the same.

Given this is a major mission it's not skippable, so until I can find a way around this I can't progress either of these characters, and I can't seem to find a solution to this particular problem - anyone know a fix?

It's 2410 forever, but, hypothetically, if time were to move forward (which is strictly impossible given the mechanics of the fabric of space-time, despite that it happened once before in 2409, but that was it), what would your Captain's New Year's Resolution be?

hello all moved from one thread to a new one.

She's the person behind the Ten Forward Battle Brigades, well known within the Ten Forward ranks, the commanding officer of the U.S.S. Ten Forward-A, and most importantly an Animaniacs fan. So... Lets celebrate her greatness with some Animaniacs classics starting with...

Star Truck

The Great Wakkorotti: The Master And His Music

Clown And Out

Slappy Squirrel - Who Is On Stage

Be Careful What You Eat

Presidents

50 State Capitals

Nations Of The World

Wheel Of Morality Compilation

Good Idea / Bad Idea Compilation

One of my favourite Animaniac quotes:

Dr. Scratchansniff: I've invited another one of my patients to join us for today's session.
Yakko: Who is it? One of those adorable Olsen twins?

As the title goes. The last NON-DEV/MOD post will win.