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  1. Neptune meets with a powerful Orion female, the crew gets pick-pocketed, and finds a place selling dead bodies. Let's hope they don't start selling ours. 051406.txt
  2. Challenger Log: May 7, 2006 050706.txt
  3. Gov. Neptune Rex May 10, 2155 >Begin< Alexi Roman enter the Governor’s office in the Captial Complex of Meteora. “Governor Rex?” It had been almost three months since Neptune had became governor of the Meteora colony, and despite his wishes to the contrary, everyone continued to call him Governor Rex. Sighing, Neptune stood from his desk hearing Alexi approach. “Yes Alexi?” “Ah, Governor,” he said nodding to Neptune. “I was hoping you’d be here and not in the residence.” “I do work you know,” Neptune said coyly, “one and a while.” “Of course.” “Governor,” he said Alexi said a serious tone to his voice. “The Vulcan delegation has arrived, do you wish to meet them now or wait till this evening?” Neptune sighed as the warm tropic air flowed in the open window behind him. Why Earth was sending him Vulcans was beyond him, they wouldn’t even enjoy what Meteora had to offer. But of course they weren’t here for pleasure—they were here as consultants. Concerned by the lack of defenses at Meteora, Earth decided that it was time to ask the Vulcans how to properly protect colony worlds for the many hostile forces that lurked in the shadows. “This evening, at the BBQ.” “But the Vulcans are…” “Yes I know…they can eat pineapples or something like that,” Neptune said devilishly. ~~~ Three weeks earlier, ch’Rihan t’Revhil Rentirr salivated as she read over an intercepted communiqué that had been passed along to her by an underling. Earth had requested the Vulcans assess and suggest improvements to their colonial defense networks. It was the perfect chance to infiltrate the lloann’na defenses and learn more about them. Across from her sat an equally excited Rihan, Sseibh tr’Klhe. “Sseibh, au have been briefed on au mission, na?” “Ie,” the thirty-something Tal’Shiar Agent said. “Mehnka. Then I need na tell au of the importance of this mission.” “Of course na llaeh.” “Mehnka,” she said with a slightly scary grin. “Au know the price of failure in this organization.” tr’Khle gulped, he had heard of the Director’s brutality and did na wish to witness it first hand. “H’na, quii has been arranged on Vulcan, au transport awaits. She slid hima primiative ISD device. Au travel papers, identicard, and biography. I anxiously await au first report…Ambassador Soren…” ~~~ On Meteora, tr’Khle aka Soren made his way across the landing pad and into the transport that awaited he and the other ‘Vulcan’ ambassadors. This was his first mission as a senior Tal’Shiar Agent, and he intended to make it a success. >End<
  4. Gov. Neptune Rex February 21, 2155 >Begin< The Repulse, an older warp-3 ship, slowed to sub-light speed with the unmistakable lurch of the older less sophisticated ships. The harsh drop took Neptune a bit by surprise. His time on Challenger had spoiled him, he thought to himself, as he stood a few feet behind the command chair of the Repulse. “Well Governor,” the Captain said in a accent that unmistakably French. “Here we are, Meteora.” The light blue skies of Meteora filled the viewscreen. It was an oceanic planet, with many islands and few large landmasses. Situated in-between the primary Blue Giant and secondary Dwarf stars of the system, it was blessed with warm-temperate weather for all 410 of its solar days. The three moons loomed in the distance, the second of which was a habitable M-class that Neptune imagined they would eventually expand the colony to. The third moon was the most interesting though. Kite, as it had been named, was much like Mars. A disty semi-M-Class with a wispy atmosphere, Kite had ruins of an ancient civilization never before encountered…even by the Vulcans—or at least that’s what they had told the Humans—something told Neptune they weren’t being entirely honest about that. Circling with Meteora, a beautiful ringed gas-giant, two asteroid belts, and three frozen ice cubes classified as Polar-Inhabitable. The colony itself had barely been set-up for less than 3 months, and there was still a lot of construction work left on the docket. “Governor,” the Captain said, breaking Neptune from his surreal gaze of the planet before him. “You’re affects have already been loaded onto the shuttle pod, the Colony has given us clearance for landing.” “And the supplies?” “Already disembarking now.” “Excellent.” ~~~ The shuttle-pod carrying Neptune, as well as Captain Jean-Bezu Loren, made a soft gentle landing on the sandy area that served as the make-shift port in the “capitol” of Meteora. They were greeted almost immediately by the colony’s senior civilian administrator, as well as Major John Shanks, the Marine/Security/Military Advisor for the Colony. “Governor,” Alexi Roman, the Administrator, said extending his hand. “Welcome to New Havana.” Neptune shook Alexi’s hand firmly. “Mr. Roman, I presume.” “That would be correct,” Alexi said, motioning for the luggage carriers to begin off-loading Neptune’s belongings. “And you,” Neptune said, extending his hand to Shanks, “I am going to put my neck out and say are Major Shanks.” Shanks, a tall, rippled man of 6’4” with short, jet black hair, smiled slowly. “That would be correct Governor.” Shanks roused to attention as Captain Loren exited the shuttle pod. “At ease, Major.” Neptune motioned. “This is Captain Loren, of the Repulse. I under stand they are being assigned to our sector for protection, as well as making milk-runs between here and Earth.” Shanks blinked slowly, this was apparently news to him. “No need to worry Major,” Loren said knowingly. “You are still the ranking military officer on the planet, and have full control over any such matters. Most of our time will be spent either out mapping the sector, or making supply runs to Earth.” Shanks seemed relieved at this. At least this fleeter didn’t try and horn in on his duties. “Governor,” Alexi said, “Not to interrupt, but your affects have been loaded on to the transport, we’ve arranged for you a tour of the facility. I assumed you’d want to relax some from your…trip…before you got down to administrative duties.” “Very well,” Neptune said nodding. “Lead the way.” “Oh and we’ve arranged for a beachside banquet in your honor this evening at 28:00.” Neptune smiled. That was going to be one of the hardest things for him to get used to, the 37.5 hour days, 26 of which were filled with the dazzlingly warm rays of not one but two stars. How he was ever going to find time to enjoy it? >End<
  5. Updated. :P
  6. Lt. Neptune Rex Communications/Operations | Challenger NX-05 February 15, 2155 >Begin< Neptune set quietly in a restaurant in Cairo, Egypt. An odd place for a meeting, he had thought when the communiqué had first came through to the Challenger, but none the less, he had RSVP-ed that he would be their. This was one of the better establishments in Cairo, and Neptune’s attire matched the surroundings. The gentle night wind fluttered through the open windows, tinged with a hint of desert air. Ahh Cairo. Fond memories of youth filled his mind as he sat looking over the menu, awaiting his host for the evening. The maître d' sauntered over, offering Neptune the wine list for a moment. “Asti Spumanti, chilled.” “Of course,” the maître d' said closing the wine book again and returning his standard. Neptune looked back down to the menu, when he was interrupted by a familiar voice. “Neptune Rex,” the voice said from behind him, “and here I heard you were captured and sold as a Orion Slave.” Neptune turned to see his “host” for the evening. Vice-Admiral Aziz El-Yessin. “You could only be so lucky,” Neptune said motioning Aziz to sit. “In fact I was on the ship the whole time…” “Figures,” Aziz said as he took his seat. “Your not here for old times sake, are you?” Neptune asked rhetorically. Before he had joined Challenger, such a straight forward question would have disturbed him, but apparently Moose’s’ brash style had rubbed off on the aging diplomat. Aziz smirked. “I see you’ve learned a thing or two from Moose.” “Apparently…” Aziz and Neptune went back many years, to when they had both been studying in England, and the two of them had continued their friendship when Neptune chose to do his post-baccalaureate work in Cairo and Aziz had joined the Egyptian Air Force. Now the two of them sat the table, looking at each other. It had been sometime since they had talked, and it really did feel awkward now. Neptune was now a subordinate officer in Starfleet, and Aziz a ranking flag officer of the Fleet. “Well then,” Aziz said as he waived the waiter over. “I guess I’ll cut straight to the point.” “Good,” Neptune said as he placed the menu down. “I wouldn’t want you to be seen dining in a five star restaurant with a lowly communications officer. The press would never forgive you.” Aziz smirked. “Well,” he said. “That’s why you’re here.” “Really?” “Yes,” Aziz paused as they gave their orders to the waiter, and he went off to the kitchen with the order. “Ever heard of the Meteora colony?” “I read about it in the news this morning, just founded, they don’t have a governor yet, or anything like that.” “Yet,” Aziz said leaning back, taking a finely rolled cigar from his sport-coat pocket and putting it to his lips. “Want one.” “Sure.” “Well I guess some time in space has done some good for you,” Aziz produced another one and handed to Neptune. “Like you said, Moose rubbed off on me….” “Heh,” Aziz smiled, offering Neptune a light. “As I was saying Meteora doesn’t have a Governor yet…” “Yet…” “Maybe you’ve forgotten what my title is?” “Actually yes I have,” Neptune said coyly. “The last I heard you were in charge of the construction of the colony ships…what did they call that…the MayFlower Project.” “Yes,” Aziz said puffing on his cigar, “Well I have moved up in the world. I am in charge of the entire colonization project. Guess what that means.” “You pick the colonial governors,” Neptune said as Aziz’s intentions became clear to him. “Exactly,” he said. “So you want me to give you some names of Governors for this new colony?” “I already have one,” Aziz said grinning. “Oh.” “Governor Neptune Rex,” he said beaming. “That has a nice sound to it.” “Nepotism at it’s finest.” “Oh pish,” Aziz said dismissively. “Like you’re not qualified.” “Oh yes,” Neptune said sarcastically, “I know all about setting up a colony. I am expert in agricultural and engineering maters.” “You don’t have to be,” Aziz countered. “We have assistants to help with that, you however, are good with people, and pretty good at getting things done. That’s more important than whether or not you can tend a garden or build an air-recycler.” Neptune gave Aziz a look. “Oh please Neptune,” Aziz said, “Don’t make me order you.” “You can’t do that.” “Wanna try me?” “No.” “Well then Make this easy on me,” Aziz said. “Tell me yes, come in tomorrow and sign the paper work, and we’ll make the announcement after the launch of Columbia.” “I’m sure Moose will be happy.” “I am sure he will,” Aziz said coyly, “He won’t have you yelling at him every time he doesn’t follow protocol exactly.” The two smirked. “When do I start?” “As soon as possible,” Aziz said as the first course was wheeled out. “I have already taken the liberty of having your things transferred from the Challenger to a hotel in San Francisco. The Repulse is scheduled for a milk run to Meteora next week. You’ll be going with them.” “You don’t leave me many choices.” “That was the plan…Governor.” “Governor Rex,” Neptune smirked raising a glass of wine. “Here’s to your bad judgment and nepotism.” “To Nepotism.” >End<
  7. Lt. Neptune Rex Communications/Operations | Challenger NX-05 January 4, 2155 >Begin< The snow feel gently around Neptune, with Moose a few meters ahead, but well in sight. The jacket kept him warm, which was a good thing at his age. Maybe when he was younger he’d been all up for a trek through mountainous snow country. He had, after-all, gown up in the Swiss Alps. Though unfortunately no St. Bernhard’s would be carrying them bottles of rum if they got cold. Actually that was the furthest thing from his conscious thoughts at the moment. He could only imagine the look of either anger or disgust on the face of the Andorian Fleet Admiral Werin. On some level Neptune almost wished he could see the antennae wiggling as the Challenger “evacuated.” But even that wasn’t the primary occupier of his thoughts. Neptune had been in the business of dealing with Aliens and their Governments for almost as long as anyone he knew, and he couldn’t for the life of him just explain away the events that had transpired over the last few hours. Sure, he could see the Andorians sending a vessel or two to herd them out of “their” space, but an entire Task Force? Logically, one would think—what was he talking about “logically,” this wasn’t the Vulcans he was dealing with. It was the people who had been willing to destroy an entire race of people over one blinking ship that barely had the capability to travel the stars! Shesh, no wonder the Vulcans had found them so distasteful. So what was it the Andorians were hiding here on the rock of ice? In a few hours he intended to know. One day, when this Challenger experience was over, he’d look back and smile at the entire experience, or so he told himself. It was moments like this when he was trudging through several feet of snow on snow-shoes, stranded from his vessel, being hunted by aliens that he wished he’d stayed on Earth. But, he knew that here at least, he was really making a difference. He was acting, not reacting. So as Moose and Neptune trudged on, Neptune smiled slightly. This was what he had signed up for, making a difference. >End<
  8. Lt. Neptune Rex Communications | Challenger, NX-05 November 23, 2154 >Begin< The grey haired figure known as Neptune Rex sat sullenly in the command chair of the NX-05. While he had never opposed the project, in fact he had been among its strongest supporters. However, he never figured that not only would he be serving on one of these vessels, but commanding one in a battle hanging nose to nose with a Klingon Battleship. He had made a command decision, and a risky one at that. The Commodore’s life—and the entire crew’s—had been put up for collateral on a bet. If Commander Moore and his away team could not prove that the Challenger was not responsible for the massacre then everyone’s life would be forfeit, including his own. And yet worse, an intergalactic war would probably follow. Millions of people would pay the ultimate price for a misunderstanding. One he was growing ever suspicious was a set-up. The suspect list was, at this point, growing longer and longer with each species mankind encountered. There was of course the obvious suspects—the Suliban, the Andorians…as he said the list went on and on. And another name had recently started echoing through his mind. Romulans. The name bounced back and forth in his head. He knew only what he had been briefed on about them, which was to say as absolutely nothing—and what precious little they did know was hearsay or extremely classified. But all of that was neither here nor there, he had to concentrate on the matter at hand—he was in Command for the time being and his and everyone on the vessels survival depended on his ability make decisions. He wasn’t a religious man, but he hoped what ever God there was, would guide him. >End<
  9. Lt. Neptune Rex Communications | Challenger NX-05 Oct. 4, 2154 >Begin< Looking around the planet, Neptune sighed to himself. No sooner had they touched down and started poking around the planet, had they screwed something up. They had made first contact with an alien race—that was the good part—the bad part was they had shot her. That was a fine “how d’ya do”…shooting someone. Not to mention someone had set off a blasted explosive, they might as well just have wrang the doorbell with a two-by-four. But then what did he expect from the military? After all, he was about the only one, other than the Commodore, that had any extensive dealings with non-humans. Tact had certainly never exactly been a strong point of the human race. As he watched the doctor work on the native girl, he had this feeling that the next few hours was going to be interesting—he also figured that his diplomatic skills were about to come to use. Turning his attention to the matter at hand, he realized that if they we’re going to have contact with this “Acamarian” race, that he’d need to be able to communicate with them. Thankfully, he’d brought along the Universal Translator, but even that wasn’t a sure thing that he’d be able to communicate with them. He just hoped he’d be able to explain to them they really hadn’t meant to shot the girl. Oh god he could hear himself now. “Listen Mr. Native-Chief-Guy…we really didn’t mean to shoot this girl here with our proton guns…” Then he realized something, this race was supposedly very primitive—oh dear—they’d probably think they were Gods and try and sacrifice something…Neptune shook his head—when this was over he was going to have to brief the entire crew on how to make diplomatic contact. >End<
  10. Lt. Neptune Rex Communications | Challenger NX-05 Sept. 20, 2154 >Begin< The doors to S-5 on E-Deck slid open slowly and a gray figured entered the room. As Neptune looked around, he sighed to himself. “How did I ever let them talk me into this,” he said as he unbuttoned the top-section of his uniform. Lazily he fell onto the bed, he was hungry, but right now he just wanted to sleep. It had been a long first duty shift, complete with him being in the center seat, a red alert, sabo , Suliban, and vomit. This was shaping out to be one of the more interesting missions in history, and they were only one day in—joycasm. Starfleet had sent back the information confirming the scans of Alpha Centauri just before Neptune left the bridge. At least something went right for a change. Walking down the corridors, Neptune realized his elder statesmen status, as most of the crew were young, fresh ensigns. Sadly, one of those fresh Ensigns, a man ironically named Lucky had already perished. That had not been one of Neptune’s more enjoyable tasks on his first duty shift, sending out the death certificate and the note concerning the death to Earth. Closing his eyes, Neptune let his mind drift. This Suliban race, he had been briefed on them before—just before he left for Andoria over 4 months ago. Starfleet knew precious little about them, and what they did know wasn’t promising. This whole temporal cold war thing, it just gave Neptune a headache. But he couldn’t help to be frustrated. He, along with so many others, had worked so hard just get Challenger launched with out it being destroyed, then in one failed swoop, these Suliban could have destroyed everything. Luckily for them, the Suliban seemed to be as adept to destroying Challenger as Wyle Coyote was to catching the Road Runner. Letting out a deep breath, Neptune tried to clear his mind, to think of nothing, nothing but calm darkness. And as he did he drifted slowly, but surely into a restful slumber. He like the rest of the Challenger crew were embarking on a mission of epic importance, maybe not to them, but with the eyes of the Universe fixed on them, failure was not an option. >End<
  11. >>Begin<< Neptune stepped onto the challenger, one the junior officers in tow with his bags; it was just a few hours before launch and he was running behind schedule. Bill Gamble was waiting by the airlock, with a PADD in hand with someone's mug on it. As Rex walked on, Bill finally saw the mug that matched for the gentleman that just walked on the NX-05. “Excuse me. Mr. Rex??” Neptune lifted his brows at the mention of his name, “Yes?” he said looking to Gamble. “Can I help you?” “Hello. I'm Lieutenant Bill Gamble. Challenger's Chief of Security,” Bill said, “I wanted to know if I could speak to you for a moment.” Neptune nodded to the junior officer to continue on with the luggage to Neptune’s quarters. “I suppose I don't have a choice, do I?” Bill smirked, “No. I'm sorry. You actually don't,” he said. “It's just a lot easier if you come willingly.” Neptune didn’t particularly want to, but knew that he’d rather not cause a ruckus. “Well then lead the way.” Giving Rex a nod, Bill lead him down the corridor, to one of the nearby meeting rooms. Neptune rolled his eyes towards Gamble as he turned around, then followed a few steps behind the security officer into the room. As they entered, Bill motioned to one of seats. “Please, have a seat.” Neptune nodded and took his seat. “This isn't a routine thing, is it?” His voice flat and rhetorical, he a good feeling what this was about. Gamble placed the PADD down on the table. “Well, you’re a special exception,” Gamble said matter-of-factly. “I'm sure that you are aware as Chief of Security I have been vetting people to make sure that no one is trying to sneak aboard the ship that doesn't belong.” “However,” Neptune said, “You should be aware that I was personally chosen for this mission by the Commodore, so you have nothing to worry about..” This didn’t seem matter to Bill. “Yes, I know.,” he stated. “I'm well aware of your ‘connection’ to Commodore Moose, but that is where the questions arise...” Neptune perked an eyebrow at the last statement, showing the small wrinkles and creases in his facial structure that had began to appear as he aged. “Well then ask away, I have nothing to hide, Mister...Gamble did you say?” Bill nodded slowly. “Yes. Mr. Gamble.” He paused then continued his line of questioning, “Why would an Ambassador, and a man of your age and...pedigree...would agree to join a deep space mission?” Neptune smiled slightly, his reputation proceeded him, “My knowledge of alien races, dealing with them, and my experience makes me...how was it put...an asset to the success of the Challenger mission.” That was the answer Bill expected, “But why leave such a privileged life to join a flying bucket in space? I'm sure there were just as many other people that would be as qualified as you.” “You'd have to ask Admiral Forest that, he came to see me in Geneva personally,” Neptune paused, “And in short...he drafted me.” “But you see, why say yes? What do you have to gain from joining Challenger?” “Personally, I gain nothing. I am not doing this for me,” Neptune was telling the truth—he wasn’t doing this for himself. He stopped for a second, feeling a bit of tension in the room and decided to try and defuse it with a bit of humor, he grinned to Gamble. “Believe me, the Ambassador pay is much better.” The joke didn’t seem to help things much, “Well there must have been something that compelled you to tell Admiral Forrester yes?” Neptune nodded, “For as long as I have been alive, I have wanted to journey to the stars,” he said. “And now I have the chance, not only to do that, but to help the people of Earth. If I have learned anything in the last three months, it is how far we still have to go.” “You could have just as easily done that on Andoria,” Bill shot a glance down at the PADD, “You did after all solve the friction that was going on between the Vulcans, Andorians, and us.” Neptune nodded with a bit of pride, then returned to his more serious expression, “But there are more dangerous things out there than the Andorians,” he paused. “That's why I am here.” Bill nodded as he read the PADD. “The Andorians are the least of our troubles, Mr. Gamble, trust me.” “You see...That's where more of the questions arise...Your ties with the Andorians.” “My ties...” Neptune smirked. “I spent three weeks on Andoria being toured around their historic sights. And when I finally got fed up with it, they kicked me out.” He paused and ran his hands through his longish grey hair. “But feel free to ask anything you want, I'll give you the best answers I can.” “So, you didn't meet with any of the heads of state during your time on Andoria, did you?” “Yes...I did,” Neptune said, “And I had contact with them during the entire blockade fiasco.” “So you don't deny it?” “Mr. Gamble, I was chief diplomatic liaison to Andor, have you forgotten?” A bit perturbed by the condescension in Neptune’s tone, Bill went on. “Well I'm aware of that, but your past statement made it sound like they just had there assistants take you out tours, rather than discuss matters of importance.” “Well mostly, yes,” Neptune said, “My meetings with them were, short and uninformative.” “So you had no discussions with them over, say, the Xindi problem?” “Not that I am aware of,” Neptune said. “Most of our meetings concerned, as they put it, the rapid military build of the Terran race.” “Hmmm. I find that very strange.” “I am sure you do, but then you don't have blue skin and antennae do you?” Bill thought about that for a second. “Well no, I don't.” Neptune explained. “The Andorians are concerned that we are becoming a military satellite of the Vulcans.” Still perplexed Bill continued on, “I'm sure the first encounter with the Xindi and the events that followed would have been of interest to them, considering that they would have been a threat to them, especially if Earth would have been eradicated. What would have kept the Xindi from making them the Andorians there next target?” “I don't know, ask the Xindi,” Neptune replied. “I am just telling you, the Xindi were not discussed during our meetings.” Bill drummed his fingers on the table. “That...just puzzles me.” “I am sure it does,” Neptune continued. “But as I have said, there are thing out their more dangerous to Earth than even the Xindi. Or even the Tholians.” Neptune’s voice was flat and monotone, and had little expression upon his face. Bill paused a moment then broke the silence again. “I'm well aware of that Lt. Rex, or would you perfer Neptune?” “Are we on duty or off?” “Well last I checked, we were off.” ”Well then, it is Neptune,” he looked down to his watch. “Alright. Neptune. I have one more question for you and then I'll let you go. “Very well,” he nodded. “What do you know about the Romulans?” A certain look came over Neptune and he sighed slowly before he answered, “I am afraid, Lt. Gamble. I can't answer that question.” He paused, and said directly. “And as I am sure your PADD tells you, I don't have to.” “I'm well aware of that, but you know that the moment that you were 'recruited' you gave away what immunity you had under your diplomatic status,” Bill didn’t exactly like the way Neptune had tried to weasel out of it. Neptune sighed again. “Yes, but my briefings on the matter remain classified, Lt.,” his tone was sharp and direct. “So...until then, I maintain that I can't divulge that information, Lt”. Bill looked a bit hardened in the face, “Listen. Ambassador, Lieutenant, Neptune, whatever help you sleep at night...If you are holding back information that could be vital to my duty to protect this ship, the consequences would be dire.” Neptune cocked a brow. “Lt. I suggest you take the matter up with Commodore Moose or Starfleet Command, I am sure they'll back me up. Until then, I think we're through here.” “I will be sure to speak with Commodore Moose then.” “Well then, you do that. Have a good day, Lt. I'll see you on the bridge for the launch. “That we will...” Neptune started to stand, “And Neptune…” “Yes?” “I do hope we did not get off to wrong start. It was not my intent to set a wrong impression. I'm simply trying to protect this ship, and her crew. “Just as you yourself are.” Neptune nodded, “I know, Lt.” He stood straightened his tunic and exited the room. Bill stood in the meeting room a moment and thought to himself, “Well...this is going to be lots of fun. God I wish I had a Pina Colada right about now.” >>End<<
  12. Lt. Neptune Rex Sept. 6, 2154 >Begin< Neptune’s office in Geneva was empty, not even a scrap of paper remained. And Neptune himself was no where to be found. That could be because he was on a transport headed for Mars orbit—and his destiny. As he looked out the window at the streaking starfield, he took a deep breath. He had never been a military officer; he had never completed basic training. In fact, the last time he held a ‘real’ weapon, he was hunting on the green rolling plains of Africa some 20 years ago. But now, he found himself in a Starfleet uniform wearing dog-tags. He even had a serial number, although he hoped he would never be forced to give that out to some alien race. In deed, the last three months had been the most exciting in all of his 45 years of living. He had gone from executive management position with one of the most prestigious firms in the solar system, to the only thing standing between the Vulcans, Andorians, and the murder of every living creature in the Sol System. All in all, it was a very overwhelming experience. Two weeks ago, Starfleet Command had contacted him. They had asked him to serve Earth by joining Challenger. He had first told them no, his place was on Earth, not gallivanting around the Galaxy with a target on his back. But thanks to the continual prodding of Command, Neptune realized his destiny lay in the stars, not Earth. He was reminded of a time when he young, when he would go out into Swiss Alps near Geneva, look up at the stars and just gaze for hours. Years later, he still gazed at the stars with that some look. How mesmerizing they were, the magical enchantment they held over men. He realized this was an opportunity that would come to him once in a life time. He now realized what it was like for men like Columbus and Magellan to look at the blue horizon and dream of the world beyond. The horizon called to him, and he would answer. His transport closed in on Mars Orbit and the stewardess called for them to fasten their seatbelts. In a few short days, the life he had known for 45 years would be changed for ever. >End<
  13. Name: Neptune Rex Age: 45 Sex: Male POB: Geneva, Switzerland, Earth Ht: 5'9" Wt: 165 lbs Rank: Governor, Meteora Colony Eyes: Brown Hair: Grey, Medium Length Father: Dune Rex, deceased Mother: Kim Rex, deceased Siblings: Hermes Rex (Male), Lunar Colonization Project Chief Scars: none Past History: Born the eldest of two children, Neptune grew up on the outskirts of Geneva. His father, Dune, served as Chief Diplomatic Advisor to the New European Union, centered in Geneva. Raised in an intellectual family, Neptune was taught the value of peace from his parents, both of which had been children during the Post-Atomic Horror Years. Neptune was always encouraged to seek peace as a first and only option. At age 17, Neptune entered Oxford University, in England studying Political Theory. He graduated top of his class summa cum laude. After graduation from Oxford, Neptune enrolled at the University of Cairo, Egypt to pursue a Doctorate in Government. At age 25, he graduated with a Doctorate of Government and a second degree in Linguistics. After graduation, he began teaching at the Univ. of Cairo. During mid-2140, Dune Rex had left the public sector for a position with “Cochran Warp Technologies� the leading research firm at the time. He served as Director of Governmental and Vulcan Relations. In 2143, Dune passed away of natural causes. Following the death of his father, Neptune returned home to Geneva for a short time. Shortly after which he resigned as a professor and assumed his father’s job. Neptune quickly impressed those with in the CWT hierarchy and worked his way up to Executive Vice-President of Public Relations. During his time at CWT he made many friends with in the Earth Government. Based on that and his track record at CWT, Neptune was tapped by Starfleet Command to become the Chief Ambassador to Andor in mid-2154. Recent Career History: Shortly after his assignment to Andor in June of 2154, diplomatic relations between Earth, Andoria, and Vulcan became strained when a Vulcan cruiser was destroyed at the hands of supposed Andorian agents. The entire matter was being escalated by the “Challenger Project.� The ensuing few weeks would be among the mostly deadly that Earth had perhaps ever faced, when the Andorians deployed an entire blockade around the Sol System. Before the blockade had been fully in place, Neptune returned to Earth, per orders of Earth Gov. He would be an instrumental part in the peaceful ending of the blockade. For his part in that matter, he was offered one of the prestigious positions aboard one of the most controversial ships in fleet history, a ship that because of his diplomacy had been finished in less than three months, a new record. The decision to leave the diplomatic corps was not an easy one for Neptune. His dealings with the Vulcans and Andorians had shown him that much work was still left to do. The wounds of the past had been reopened and it had nearly cost every man and woman in the Sol system their lives. But it was that very epiphany that lead him to take the position aboard the Challenger. His skills in both diplomacy and linguistics made him an asset to the Challenger program, and he was given the Starfleet Rank of Lieutenant. He accepted the position of Communications officer, and has been assigned to the vessel. After a tenure as Comms officer of the Challenger, Neptune was "asked" to become Governor of a new Earth Colony. Psychological Profile: Neptune is what Keirsey sorter decribes as the "Mastermind" or Rational Mastermind. A Brief Discription of the typical mastermind: Of the four aspects of strategic analysis and definition, it is the contingency planning or entailment organizing role that reaches the highest development in Masterminds. Entailing or contingency planning is not an informative activity, rather it is a directive one in which the planner tells others what to do and in what order to do it. As the organizing capabilities the Masterminds increase so does their inclination to take charge of whatever is going on. It is in their abilities that Masterminds differ from the other Rationals, while in most of their attitudes they are just like the others. However there is one attitude that sets them apart from other Rationals: they tend to be much more self-confident than the rest, having, for obscure reasons, developed a very strong will. They are rather rare, comprising no more than, say, one percent of the population. Being very judicious, decisions come naturally to them; indeed, they can hardly rest until they have things settled, decided, and set. They are the people who are able to formulate coherent and comprehensive contingency plans, hence contingency organizers or "entailers." Masterminds will adopt ideas only if they are useful, which is to say if they work efficiently toward accomplishing the Mastermind's well-defined goals. Natural leaders, Masterminds are not at all eager to take command of projects or groups, preferring to stay in the background until others demonstrate their inability to lead. Once in charge, however, Masterminds are the supreme pragmatists, seeing reality as a crucible for refining their strategies for goal-directed action. In a sense, Masterminds approach reality as they would a giant chess board, always seeking strategies that have a high payoff, and always devising contingency plans in case of error or adversity. To the Mastermind, organizational structure and operational procedures are never arbitrary, never set in concrete, but are quite malleable and can be changed, improved, streamlined. In their drive for efficient action, Masterminds are the most open-minded of all the types. No idea is too far-fetched to be entertained-if it is useful. Masterminds are natural brainstormers, always open to new concepts and, in fact, aggressively seeking them. They are also alert to the consequences of applying new ideas or positions. Theories which cannot be made to work are quickly discarded by the Masterminds. On the other hand, Masterminds can be quite ruthless in implementing effective ideas, seldom counting personal cost in terms of time and energy. Dr. Ruth Berg, Chief Psychologist --Star Fleet Medical Educational Career: -age 17, Neptune entered Oxford University, in England studying Political Theory. -graduated top of his class summa cum laude. -enrolled at the University of Cairo, Egypt to pursue a Doctorate in Government. -age 25, he graduated with a Doctorate of Government and a second degree in Linguistics. -began teaching at the Univ. of Cairo. -resigned teaching post to take private sector job with Cochran Warp Technologies. Service History: -Appointed Chief Diplomatic Liason to Andoria -Assgined to Challenger as Communications Officer -Commissioned to the Rank of Lt. (Starfleet Command) -Appointed as Governor to the Meteora Colony, Resigning Fleet Commission
  14. Can I please have: Bleuius Astris