cdt_T'vin

=/\= Accessing Personal Log =/\= Ensign T’vin USS Arcadia NCC1742-E Stardate: 0508.17 Time: 22:43 BEGIN PERSONAL LOG As T'vin sings Karaoke on Star Base 143, many members of her crew watch in incredulity :) and fascination --not so much with the high-quality of her voice, but with the simple consternation that a Vulcan is singing. “Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you. Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new….” The crew wonders if I understand the words, she reasoned to herself. “Flashback, warm nights almost left behind. Suitcases of memories, time after” Control, T’vin… after all you are a … “Sometimes you picture me… I'm walking too far ahead. You're calling to me, I can't hear what you've said.” If they could only know…::shakes her head a little to clear thoughts:: concentrate… :P “Then you say ‘go slow’. I fall behind. The second hand unwinds” As she begins the chorus, the audience is beginning to close once-dropped jaws. Abruptly, and mid-sentence, T’vin hangs up the microphone in the highlight of the stanza. Then she gets off the stage, quickly looks to Bob the sound guy while the music continues on, picks up here holo-chess and leaves the bar… T’vin walks quickly out of range toward the guest holo-decks…She puts in a program key for Japanese Gardens resembling those on Terra at the Academy. She sits on a park bench, fingers steepled, and sings quietly, assured that no one is listening… “…After my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray, watching through windows, you're wondering if I'm OK…” Chase… My dear Chase. “Secrets stolen from deep inside…the drum beats out of time…” Out of time… END LOG

Accessing joint log… Ensign Pinner Chase Ensign T’vin Stardate 0506.02 =/\= Begin Log =/\= Sitting quietly at his post at Science 1, on the bridge, Chase looked on with anxiety at the information on his cartographic panel.... “It's as if it never existed...” T’vin sat next to him at Science 2, thinking of the all-to recent drama of the past (or present) few days... “Never?” she said a bit too quietly for his ears. “Run a scan for anomalous activity near the break in the quadrant...try to back track the sensor logs...” She nodded, taken up with the challenge. But Chase looked on in frustration, as every series of data he attempted purging and remastering simply faded in to nothing. He muttered mostly to himself “It's got to be there... we finished this whole sector... no simple piece can just disappear! There has to be a break in the sensor logs.” T’vin, now clearly doubting to find much of anything, continued back-tacking the logs, anyhow. “Have you found anything, Mr. Chase?” she said solemnly. Chase did not even acknowledging his partner's words, at first, stared ahead. “Umm...” he stuttered, “no, nothing...All I can do is try every procedure in the book..” “Chief is gonna kill me.” he said quietly not wanting T'vin to think less of him. She raised her eyebrow in amazement. “I highly doubt, Mr. Chase, that Commander Lo 'ami would resort to homicide,” She was ‘pulling his leg’ in her rare Vulcan fashion. Chased paused for a moment. His head beginning to ache. He turned to view once more the people working around the bridge, he knew that everyone was tired. “ T'vin,” he said, explaining, “it's not so much a matter of the physical act, as it is the dressing down I'll receive for "misplacing" logs that were never there...” She nodded, as if she were laughing, “I see” Nothing, still nothing. “I think we need a break, but it's not like we can leave the bridge,” said Chase in despair. T’vin, still hoping to find something in the logs, kept checking but found nothing useful. “I am at a loss, as well.” Chase leaned in, as she looked over his shoulder viewing the blip. “That can't be right...” he said, “even at high speed play back it's moving at the same speed.” T’vin raised her eyebrow again, “That is highly irregular, almost impossible.” She placed a peculiar emphasis on the word “almost”. “Almost?” he repeated flustered, “it shouldn't be possible at ALL!” Chase tapped on the console, isolating and enhancing the blip. “There are always possibilities.” She retorted. “ Well, frankly, I don't want to know if there are. At least not on my watch...” his voice trailed off as he continued to run the playback on the scans. The Vulcan nodded in agreement and resumed her review of the cartographic logs. “T’vin, run a data copy of this on to a disk so we can save all of it. I'm not letting this computer kill this discovery anymore than it already has,” he said, frustration aimed toward the computer before him. Ensign Chase paused the playback, allowing his partner to gather all the data they'd isolated in the astrometric mystery while she silently began copying the data flashing past her screen. T’vin broke the long silence between them. “Have you alerted the Chief to this matter? Perhaps,…” but she didn't finish, not knowing exactly what to recommend. “Not yet, we'll show him once we finish the download...” =/\= End log =/\=

=/\= Personal log =/\= accessing... Assistant Science Officer, Ensign T'vin's personal log... Stardate 0505.09 Deja vu? To have seen before. The images of the NCC-1742 E exploding (into fourteen trillion three hundred seventy two billion six million twenty thousand and eighty four pieces) will not leave my mind. There was no solace in meditation only the emptiness of loosing something irretrievable. Perhaps, what is the most unsettling, is my recurring dream of Sofer and T'rie (my birth parents) aboard the Arcadia. This transpositioning is dangerous as it points to a fear that my mental conditioning has not purged--that I am to end as they--in silence. For Sofer and T'rie had no event to transfer their Katra to the ancient Vulcan repository on Mount Seleya before their physical destruction. The termination of one's physical body is not to be feared, but in the case of intransferability of our (Vulcan's) katras, is there worry (however illogical) within me? When I was a cadet the first time in the academy studying engineering, I came across records of the explosion that ... (slight pause) could have been prevented. I found myself in what my "host-brother" (Nimart's only son) calls a "reality check" with the truth about their deaths. Though I was not present at it’s actual ocurance… from that day in the file room, I have seen the image as if I had been. I need to control this fear before it controls me. ;) =/\= END OF LOG =/\=

Am I allowed to discuss our advanced sim here? I hope so. You see, it is like this... =/\= Personal log =/\= accessing... Assistant Science Officer, Ensign T'vin's personal log... Stardate 0505.04 It is my second day of duty and I have become ship-less. I had not even spent the night on board the U.S.S. Arcadia and yet I had a certain bonding to her. Perhaps it is because she was my first commission outside the Academy. I must dispel the illogical notion that I am jinxed, as a crewmate put it. "knock on wood" he said, shortly before realizing how little wood there was to knock on, in the cafe. Nonetheless, despite my Terran upbringing, I can not logically subscribe to their superstitious notions. How once I was pleased to be on an expedition with my new Captain, Moose and First officer, Dacotah in ancient Risan ruins trespassable only to those with the most rare of permission. Now I am quite displeased (perhaps dismayed is a trifle to strong) that, because we failed to discover a particular artifact, that we would see the sabotage and destruction of our ship. How I wish (however illogical) my log could contain account of the welcoming crew, the kind doctor, the constant Terran life-support's frigidness. That, however, is not my lot. As I try to meditate, the images of the NCC-1742 E bursting into forteen trillion three hundred seventy two billion six million twenty thousand and eighty four pieces continually comes to mind. Also the devastation which befell Risa as a result of such an explosion in its atmosphere. I shall try again. I must try again. I must have peace. Surak's words can alone bring solace (indeed comfort) tonight. "The breath we draw in and release is peace. The thoughts in our minds are peace. Our body, our limbs are peace. Our spirit (katra) our essence is peace..." :P =/\= END OF LOG =/\=

Name: T'vin Rank: Ensign Gender: Female Age: 20.5 (FS years) Species: Vulcan Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Telepathic Status: Average Height: 5'6" Weight: 145 lbs. Primary Position: Assistant Science Officer Current Assignment: U.S.S. Arcadia NCC-1742-? Place of Birth: Vulcan. (see below) Background: T'vin was born on Vulcan as the first and only child of Sofer, the chief engineer of a civilian transport, and T’rie, a psychology major from the Vulcan Science Academy. Her parents were on route to Taugus in a small shuttlecraft, when a warp-core breach exploded the craft, orphaning her in infancy. T’rie had acquaintances on Terra who became T’vin’s guardians and raised her as their very own. Nimart and Mieta (Human caretakers) told her that Sofer and T’rie were archeologists and died from a neuro-toxin found at one of the recovery sites. Nimart studies cultural artifacts from the 20th century, while Mieta writes holo-programs. Her advanced billiards program recently won the TEAAP “Holo-program of the year award”. They have three younger children and live in the city of Los Angeles. T’vin learned quickly growing up and went to specialized schools for off-world children and was always ranked in the top of her class. Early on, she discovered a passion for linguistics. Following her Kas Wahn (ritual Vulcan maturity test) she became preoccupied with traveling mostly on Terra and its colonies. The cultural exchange she underwent only increased her insatiable desire for knowledge and her ability to be flexible. She studied Vulcan mental disciplines and self-defense briefly at the embassy, while her teacher, T’res, served on the Ambassador’s staff. A trip to the museum on Babel, the history museum specifically, had convinced young T’vin to apply to Starfleet Academy, before she had yet returned to Earth. She passed her entrance exam with flying colors but had difficulty deciding on a major. To her friends she was known for having an interest in "any non-medical field". (T'vin suffers from a rare condition which makes her prone to nausea and fainting at the sight of red blood) She began working toward a major in Engineering and (somewhat abstractly) a minor in neuropathic psychology. At that time she learned the truth about her birth parent’s deaths. She took some time off of the academy to improve her emotional control. When she returned on star date 0503.29 she entered the science program with a minors in xeno-biology and history of human diplomacy. Recently, she graduated from the academy, passing the Kobayashi Maru on the first time. Almost immediately she was assigned to serve on the U.S.S. Arcadia NCC-1742-E as assistant science officer. She was scheduled to report onboard 0504.20. Then in a warp-core breach the ship exploded on 0505.04 in orbit of Risa. Personality: Quiet, reserved and respectful, she is often mistaken as passive or shy. Friends know her as passionate about everything, though her control hardly allows it to show. She is quite intelligent with an inquiring mind and has high hopes for her future with Starfleet. She enjoys writing and reading literature, especially poetry. Interests: Study of the Kir'shara (writings of Surak), poetry, music, and cultural/linguistic exchanges Favorites:Tranya and oatmeal, musical compositions of Dalvok, and tricorders B) :P B) Service Record: Entered Star Fleet Academy: 0502.14 Graduated Star Fleet Academy: 0504.06 Assigned to U.S.S. Arcadia 1742-E: 0504.20 U.S.S. Arcadia 1742-E destroyed: 0505.04 :P :D :P Ready to serve. Ready to fly. Taking my pledge beyond the sky. Exploring unknown sectors of space to be made known, with Star Fleet grace.

If you answered :( I'll see ya 'round. :lol:

In response to the integer question.. I just meld with you and ask if you remember the number... It will be unavoidable for you to think of it. then I'll know..that is.. if a vulcan would evn care in the first place. :(

this is again sadly, human logic based on the assumption that American means United states... perhaps other counties of the "Americas" have coin denominations that could fulfill this puzzle. :lol: *other countries :( like Mexico, guatemala, canada, and anywhere else in the carribean all the way down to argentina. Natives from many of these countries consider themselves "American" because they live on the continent of North America or South America. Tourists from the USA can seem concieted to :D exclusivly call themselves americans in these places.

Way to go.. thanks for the help. :lol: ::CHOKING UP:: <GM's> I luv you guys... :(

Well, I don't know how we got off on sandwhiches.. This reminds me of the cartoon series Lilo & Stitch. where 625 of Stitch's (AKA 626: a genetically engineered alien) cousins run rampant on Hawaiian soil. Anyway, #625 is a sandwhich afficionado to the upmost. My favorite is chedder and provalone cheese veggie sandwhich with spinach, cucumbers, tomatoes, olives, carrots, ranch dressing, salt, chipotle sauce and oil. Thank you all for your warm (and wacky) welcomes. See you around the academy. -T'vin :P

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What is the brand of the future.... Coke, Pepsi, or Shasta? ......../ / ......./ / ___/_/__ |????????| |????????| |????????| .\???????/ ..\??????/ ....\????/ ......|??| ...../???\ ..../?????\ :wacko: :o :P

Your Honor, I object. Pool is not trouble... I have seen that movie on a number of occasions, I admire it, quite frankly, but it has always upset my chemical imbalence....(yes, imbalence) perhaps this is because my Terran host family sells and repairs pool tables to support the family including my entrance into the academy. I sincerely hope that my first ship assignment will have a holodeck program for pool.

FYI Lo Ami comes from the ancient Terran Hebrew meaning Not my people. (the transliteration is inaccurate but effective) just so you know...... It is a name of a male child (the youngest son of the Terran Prophet Hosea) [hosea 1:9]

Hey Munro and Murray, forget Arby's and McDonalds..... Welcome to Subway, would you like to try our new toasted subs or low-carb wraps? 6" or footlong? Which bread would you like? white, wheat, Hearty Italian, Parmesian oregano, mna na na... ::voice trails off confusing the guy who just wants turkey and mayo:: :o That will be $6.75, sir. Thank you for choosing Subway. ( I spent a 7 months as a Shift leader at the sandwhich shop, can you tell ) :wacko: See you around, all