Connor

Log, Doctor Kimberly Marlin I don't think a soul paid any attention to me when I boarded. I was just waved on through by the security personell, and shown the way to the Challenger's sickbay. I suppose I just got lost in the background. No-one there but me.. I wanted to meet the current CMO and my new superior, Dr. McCellan, but she's apparently on an away mission to some planet or other, I didn't read the briefings too close, which I later found to be a mistake.. After doing practically nothing but wander sickbay and spin her chair in circles, Dr. Marlin was dead bored, and wishing for something, /anything/ to happen.. Suddenly, as she was completing another circuit of the sickbay, looking for something to do, the ship started rocking under her feet, slamming her sideways into the closest biobed. Her foot hit it with an audible *crack*, and she winced. Damnit.. Well, I suppose, like grandmother always said, be careful what you wish for.. A voice came over the comm. 'Dr. Marlin, prepare for casualties.'

AUGH! TREK CAN'T DIE! DON'T DIE! NOOOOO!!

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Aaron had only been in Engineering for a moment, and already things were blowing up. It wasn't equipment blowing though.... "There is /no/ way I'm spending the rest of the week studying the SIF, Laz!" hollered Connor "Seniority or no!" "Why not? You have something better to do?," Montague growled. Connor adopts a more sarcastic tone. "Yes, I have something better to do. Let me see, I could digest lunch, stare at the ceiling.." Aaron looked at Montague, wondering what he would say. "You can do all three, you know." Chided Lazarus. Connor shakes his head "You, Laz, don't get it, do you? I know more about this ship than /you/ do, why on earth do I need to learn more?!"" "You need to know it because it is a critical part of this ship." "So /you/ learn to keep this 'critical part' running! You're an engineer too, y'know!" "I already know, it is just a simple tune up, honestly if you are not capable of that I wonder what else you can do other than fiddle with that computer. You will learn to keep this component at full capacity, and it will be in one week or less." Menaced Montague. "Will it now? Or what? You'll tell the captain on me?" "That's enough!" Aaron looked at Connor, then at Monty. "Who the hell do you think you are Connor?" "I think I'm Stephen Zarius Connor, the guy who's saved Montague's ass more times than he can count, that's who." "That's well and fine, but do you not see the freakin pips on his shoulder?" "Yeah, I see the bloody pips! He nearly gets killed on a damned daily basis, and gets /promoted/ for it! Meanwhile, I, the one who keeps the 'nearly' in that sentence, get to stay an ensign and get bossed around!" Montague shook his head, "Yes, thats nice, if you had what it takes to get even one more pip on your uniform we would not be having this conversation. If you have problems with the chain of command, you can just take a walk... through an airlock." Aaron held both hands up. "Monty has a point. How do you expect to get promoted when all you do is disregard the CoC? You almost screwed yourself over with that spying business a while back, and youre not even trying to help yourself!" "I'm disregarding the goddamned CoC because /he/ got promoted!" Aaron glared eye to eye at Connor. "Oh, how selfish of you." "Yeah, with that attitude we could replace you with an infant and still get more done." Grinned Lazarus. "This coming from the one who sits around drinking coffee half the day?" "Certainly, after working for several days straight, I need a kick more often than usual, how do you think I finished the work on power distribution?" shrugged Montague "Which any comptetent engineer could have had done in, oh, four hours. It took you a whole bloody /day/?" "And instead of working on your repair assignments, you did what?" "/After/ working on my assignments, Laz. /After/." "I seem to remember a certain SIF generator timing problem on the roster that you seemed.. to gloss over..." "And I seem to remember that same timing problem being on /your/ duty sheet until today. Gee, I suppose it got up and wandered over to mine, hm?" "Correct, I traded the sensor tuning job and the SIF glitch from the rosters, as subspace fields are my major. Dont worry yourself over the conspiracies." "Did it ever occur to yo-" The three fall silent as the engineering doors slowly grind open.. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Probably when the simm starts. Maybe sooner.

Oh, yes, marvellous fun ^^ Shooting everything, escaping, shooting more everythings, blowing up a ship from the future..

---Back in Connor's head--- {Admit it to yourself, Connor..} (Yes, admit it..) {When the lights died in sickbay, you were scared..} (When you were going down the ladder, you were terrified..) [so..?] [Not like that's not normal..] (Maybe it is, maybe it isn't..) {Especially since Jas was there..} [What does Jas have to do with any of this?] (You want to protect her, don't you?) {You want to keep her safe from harm.} (An admirable sentiment.) [Well..] [Maybe..] (Ha!) [but so what?] [she's a fellow member of the crew, and a friend.] [Of course I want to keep her safe.] (A friend..?) {Just a friend, Connor?} [What are you getting at?] (Oh, nothing..) [Well, keep it that way.] [i have work to do.] {Are you sure you're fit for duty, Connor?} (Yes, Connor, you have some nasty wounds and burns, and those ribs..) {Not to mention the fact that you're having a conversation with voices in your skull..} [Like I told Jas, and Akia, I'm fine!] [Now bugger off, and leave me to my work!] (Fine.) {We'll be here.} (Would we be anywhere else, you fool?) {Oh, right, we're only in his head..} (Right, and don't we forget it!) The voices fade, leaving him alone in his head.. [*sigh* Even if I am hearing voices..] [i'm not going to worry Doc Jas about it..] [i'll be fine, right?] (Oh, yes, Connor, you'll be just fine.) (OW!!) (What was that for?!) {We're supposed to have faded ominously, you fool!} (Oh..) (So we shouldn't have said anything?) {Yes!} (Right..)

I wish to point out that you misspelled Kilograms. Meters, and Centimeters -.- Otherwise, it's good.

Uncle

All of these ways, and also in un-brewed, chocolate covered form

Ah, but I /eat/ spaghetti, that makes me an overgod ^^

---Inside Connor's Mind--- Who turned out the lights? I hate the dark.. Hard to see terminal screens in the dark.. Wait.. My PADD.. It has a battery backup and a backlight.. Where'd I leave that thing? ~Come on, arm, move.. Find that blody PADD~ Here we go.. ~Finger, press the button~ ~Eyes, blink confusedly~ Why won't it turn on? Oh.. This isn't mine.. This is a medical PADD.. ~Arm, feel around some more~ Yes, this is mine.. Good.. ~Finger, find and press power button~ Perfect.. ---Outside Connor's Mind--- A couple of small clanks and thuds are heard as Connor feels around, and then a ghostly glow lights Sickbay. Connor stares down at the PADD in his hand. "Dammit.. I can't connect to the main computer at all.. Whatever Laz did, he seem to have totally wiped out everything. All that's here is this," waves his PADD "This glorified Gameboy. The only one aboard with battery backup. And we've only got that for about 15 more minutes. Sorry, make that 14."

Confused o.O

I see many many people with avatars from The Sims 2, and I'm wondering if anyone would be kind enough to make me a pair of them. I PMed Taalix a coupla weeks ago, still no response, so I'm asking the public in general ^^ 1st: Yellowish-white hair (Platinum blonde, for all you fancy people :P ), green eyes, beyond that, do what you like with him, but remember that he's Irish and Human. 2nd: Classic Andorian, but with the funny ridge down his face that the Bolians have. I really need the second, for the Red Star Nightclub page, the first can be made or not, no big deal.

Daryus, you're gunna have a /loooot/ of work to do when you get back ^^ Laz exploded every power conduit in the ship again.

A joint log of Ens. S. Connor and Dr. J. Mccellan ---Engage Log--- Perspective shifts. Odd, swirling colours spin past dizzyingly, as Connor stood there, watching, staring. It wasn't, on the whole, a very nice place to be, if it even was a place. But it looked familliar, in a way. Yes.. He had been here before. It was when he was 6. He had fallen in the pool, swallowed a lot of water. He'd nearly died. He drifted between here and reality for days. Connor muttered to himself, his voice thin and echoey, "This ain't good.." Odd things wandered past, created from from pure, unadulterated imagination. Unnamed horror and untold beauty wandered past as he sat and rubbed his eyes. "Nope.. This ain't good at all.." He opened his eyes... And opened his eyes. He was in Sickbay, lying on a biobed. Dr. McCellan had finished sealing and promoting healing in the tissues on Connor's forehead. The gashes on the chest were almost healed as well, blood still remained on the bed where the wounds were once open. She looked at the wide awaken Connor. "How are you feeling?" Connor groaned and tried to sit up "Wha.. What happened?" She helped him sit up carefully. "You, took a tumble, down the ladder from the deck." "Those damnfool Starfleet techies... I told 'em we needed stairs, with proper landings.. But would they listen? Nooo, that's be too hard on the budget, they said. It's a blody starship, I told them, they can afford to put some actual stairs in!" He glanced at the expression on her face. "I'm ranting, aren't I?" "You deserve it... Let it all out." She walked to the overhead display to see if all the internal damage and concussion was fully resolved. He fell silent for a moment, then asked, "So. How bad am I?" The doctor glided back to the biobed. "Not too bad, how do you feel?" Connor winced. "Not too badly, other than a killer headache. "Mmm." The doctor murumured to herself. "Your third degree concussion might be the headache, your head needs a few days to recover properly." "I thought you said it wasn't bad?! That sounds bad to me!" The doctor looked at her patient slowly. He looked back, a look of mild panic in his eyes. "It's not bad, it may sound like it." "Not bad? I know people who've died of concussions!" She sighed, "So, you want to die?" "What kind of question is that? Of course I don't want to die!" "Then, leave your recovery to me and shut up." He looked shocked for a moment, as he'd only been told to shut up by Laz before, then grinned. "Shutting up as ordered, ma'am." The tired doctor looked away. "Sorry... I didn't mean it." "Aye, I understand, we've all had those days." "Yea, 'one of those days.' Lie down, rest." Jasmine patted Connor's shoulder He sighed and lay back "That's probably best, yes." A mischevious twinkle appeared in his eyes "But if I do happen to die while in your care, I'll be having a stern word with the captain about it!" ---End Log---