The great Katana, an ancient sword created by master craftsmen not as a weapon of violence and destruction, but a symbol of fighting for peace and prosperity, a sword of great respect and discipline with tactical strength to heal wounds and cut through the violence and injustice of the world. Just as the ancient sword it was named after, a great starship was commissioned in 2384, the USS Katana (NCC-74757) has served Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets, standing proudly as a protector of the galaxy and a preserver of peace. The men and women to have wielded the USS Katana have stood out as great explorers, diplomats, and leaders. Within the decks of the starship, bear the everlasting impressions of these Captains, their names: Dylan McCarthy, Nicholas Solo, Jonathan Goodwin, Martina Sanchez, Kristopher Kerouac, and M'rayr Eisovo.
Joining the ranks of those who have wielded her, Captain Farenia Mewolith takes command of the immortal USS Katana on a new voyage to slice through the depths of deep space, shining light upon the darkest edges, to seek out new life and new civilizations, unifying fallen empires and bringing forth peace and prosperity to JFS-47, a region of space on the cusp of the Federation and Klingon Empire, a region full of awe inspiring wonder, spectacular spacial phenomena, and glorious mysteries around every bend.
Equipped with an enhanced sensor pallette and recently refitted, Captain Meowlith and the crew of the Katana head to the majestic and mysterious JFS-47 on a noble adventure. What strange species will they encounter? What mysteries will they uncover? Join the USS Katana today and help Captain Meowlith and her crew as they explore The Final Frontier.
"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP"
-Leonard Nimoy (1931-2015)
"Pain of the heart makes pain of the body seem trivial in comparison."
-Azmaria Post (1980-)
LGBTQ Safe Haven
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Latest News Items
Posted on Thu Feb 2nd, 2017 @ 3:40am by Captain Farenia Meowlith in Sim Announcement
The USS Katana is now officially closed as of 1 February 2017. We've had some great adventures and wonderful stories, but all good things must come to an end. Thank you to everyone past and present that made this such an amazing place and thank you for letting me be your CO for a while.
Posted on Sun Nov 27th, 2016 @ 4:37am by Captain Farenia Meowlith in Website Update
I've installed a new rankset made by the illustrious Kuro of Kuro-RPG. If you do NOT see the images and instead see blank boxes, please go into your site preferences and click the radio button to the side of the rankset (there's only one) and hit apply.
Cpt Farenia Meowlith
Posted on Fri Jun 17th, 2016 @ 9:00am by Lieutenant Commander Eneas Clio in General News
The Split World Alliance is a sisterhood of peace and friendship between role playing simulations and the writers who make these simulations possible. We are committed to maintaining a safe environment for all writers involved in all of our simulations, and that unfortunately means we must make and revise rules and policies in order to hold to our commitment.
The harassment and discrimination policy is designed as a guideline to keep all interactions civil and as loving as possible. It will be regarded as a living document, one that will adapt to our changing environment as the Alliance grows. It is by no means meant to cover every possible situation; rather, it serves as a reminder that we are all learning to love and respect one another as one does a cherished sibling.
The policy may be reviewed at this location: http://wiki.split-world.com/doku.php?id=harassment_policy
Posted on Mon Jun 13th, 2016 @ 12:46am by Commander Salacia in General News
First, I want to apologize for taking up space on the news section, but I felt some words would be good to be said. The USS Katana like many sims in fleets and elsewhere is a global community with writers from across the globe. Some of us come from far reaching countries and even myself (though a native of the United States) am presently living in Japan.
In the state of Florida in the United States there was a horrific event that has taken place that has taken the lives of at least fifty men and women at a Gay club in the city of Orlando. Many more were injured in this ordeal and it has sent ripples of pain throughout various communities, not just the LGBTQ community but to friends, family, and vast communities regardless of gender, sex, sexual orientation or religious beliefs.
Today and for some time to come, I will be mourning for the loss of so many lives and the hundreds of lives effected by this atrocity. I am sure that I speak for many when I say our hearts go out to these families and to the greater communities coping with the aftermath. I wanted to personally say thank you to everyone here and on several sims because you have been welcoming to lGBTQ writers and characters, providing a safe space for the creative expression of myself and others. Thank you truly.
Posted on Thu Dec 24th, 2015 @ 10:29am by Captain M'rayr Eisovo in General News
Merry Christmas, Katana –
Jenn and I both hope that everybody enjoys the holiday season with friends and family, and we look forward to the new year. So break out the egg nog, and enjoy yourselves. ^_^ Here's a Star Trek themed poem I found on the internet; I thought it was particularly amusing, and decided to share with you lot.
-Rob & Jenn
A Visit From St. Neelix (with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
'Twas the night before Christmas when all near the wormhole
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Cardassian Vole;
The gravity boots were hung by the replicator with care,
In hopes that St. Neelix soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their biobeds,
While visions of moba fruit danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long aphelion orbit's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the (anti)-matter.
Away to the ion pod I flew like a flash,
Opened up hailing frequencies and threw up the sash.
The space station on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature runabout, and eight sehlat-reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Neelix.
More rapid than Xindi his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, SISKO! now, JANEWAY! now, ARCHER and KIRK!
On, ORCI! on KURTZMAN! on J.J and BRYAN BURK!
To the top of the quadrant! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild plasma storm fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the pylons the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Neelix too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the transporter St. Neelix came with a bound.
He was dressed in Garak's finest, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with dilithium ash and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Ferengi just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as orange as Vulcan snow;
The stump of a Ressikan Flute he held tight in his teeth,
And the notes it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly Talaxian elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He mind-melded not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the gravity boots; then turned with a jerk,
And splaying four fingers aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the transporter he rose;
He sprang to his runabout, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all warped like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
LIVE LONG AND PROSPER TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
Latest Mission Posts
As the Hera moved through space at a whopping warp four, a call came in. =/\="Captain, this is Ensign Gestalt at Holodeck six. We're having a bit of trouble separating the entities in the holodeck from the background program. We could use the help of someone from the Katana…
Farenia was back on the bridge after the resupply with the Hera was completed and they had just disengaged and about to get under way when suddenly the lights flickered a moment and some of the deck noise audibly went silent. Gravity then went down and the automatic restraints…
As soon as the meeting ended, Jenni and Arivek made their way to the nearest turbolift, each with their own destination. "Engineering," she told the computer. It waited for Arivek's input.
Arivek raised an eyebrow as he looked over at the woman he knew as his best friend. He could…
There was not a single shred of doubt in her heart; Jenni loved the Katana.
The corridors she now traversed may not have belonged to the ship she spent so many years aboard, but she learned years ago that ships had a soul of their own. In her career, she'd…
It was all set up. Ian's little pet project, his private soda jerk slash sundae sidebar had been hooked up into the ship's power grid via the power conduits coming off of the replicator in his office. Unfortunately, he wouldn't have access to real cream this far away from a…
Latest Personal Logs
Posted on Sun Oct 23rd, 2016 @ 8:59pm by Lieutenant Commander Eneas Clio
The level of stupidity displayed by Starfleet's pitiful sentient resources department astounds me.
It's one thing to shuffle people around the fleet to make sure the fleet's needs are met. It's quite another to rob a starship of half her senior staff, as well as half her security department. We'll…
Posted on Sun Dec 6th, 2015 @ 7:24pm by Master Chief Petty Officer Sara Styles
“Four years ago I thought I knew everything. I was just promoted to Chief Petty Officer and I was unstoppable.” Sara started. Instantly the memories of those 4 years flashed before her. Love, pain, hate, and loss. Sara stopped and wasn’t sure if she should just quit and delete the…
Posted on Sat Dec 5th, 2015 @ 1:30pm by Ensign James Barnes
James sat in his quarters aboard the U.S.S Katana, staring blankly into his computer console. He was doing what he was always doing when alone, imaging being in the American Civil War. He had recently read an article on the battle of Vicksburg and was imaging being with the 3rd…
Posted on Sat Dec 5th, 2015 @ 2:08am by Master Chief Petty Officer Sara Styles
“Tomorrow is a new day” Sara thought; as she walked into her quarters aboard the U.S.S. Vesuvius. Sara had a lot on her mind today. Today was the last day and tomorrow the first day. The Vesuvius was due to rendezvous with the U.S.S. Katana. Today is her last day…
Posted on Wed Apr 29th, 2015 @ 9:56pm by
Computer, encrypt log to my voice authorization "Sand Viper." and initiate.
Where do I start? IN all of my travels..I never knew that Caitians could become such a pain in the arse. Sure, I had my thoughts about whether I was good enough for her, or if she deserved better,…