Quv

"Old Friends" Quv exited the turbolift. It'd been an ordinary day other than that he was holding an engineering kit in his hand. His Starfleet boots clanked off the deck plate as he walked down the corridor. He stopped and turned in front of the door to Shuttle Bay 2. "Computer, shuttle bay access. Authorization Quv wej jav Hut." The doors slammed open in Klingon fashion. The shuttle bay was very dim along the outer areas, with only three large yellow lights shining down the center. A chill came down Quv's spine as he laid eyes upon his work. It had been more than two years since he had been at the helm of the runabout. Quv had spent many long days, many off duty hours into the Eagle, to make it a formidable craft. His work had clearly paid off. It looked like no other Starfleet runabout in existence. He stepped in front of the door to the vessel, letting it open in front of him. Nothing had changed. The USS Eagle was the same as the last time he'd stepped out of it. Quv took a quick glance around the living area, but made his way towards the cockpit. Stepping around the transporter pad, he set the engineering kit down next to a pillar. He slid into the chair he had crafted in front of the main console. The chairs were much darker, with a much higher back than the ones installed when it was commissioned. Moving his fingers, almost like magician over the controls, bringing the controls and main computer online. "Computer, all systems status." he asked. "All systems operating within normal parameters." He nodded "Good." // End log.

Fed ships, I would choose an Excelsior class. Solid, classic, dependable. If I could choose any... it would be the Cardassian Keldon class warship.

"Same h'Tiss, Different Day" Personal Log, Star date 0508.23, Ensign Quv We are still in orbit around one of the h'Tiss mining camps. We've had no success extricating our lost crewmen or the ditirium our earlier scans detected. I still believe this mission will be successful. Apparently, a partial message was also transmitted to the h'Tiss from this camp. Looks like we may need to fight our way through this sector. It didn't really bother me when we were in the Delta Quadrant, but now that we are so much farther away, with very few allies, I long to return back to the Alpha Quadrant. It seems like it's a constant uphill battle. But I am still going to stick to my duties and serve this vessel until I can no more. End log...........

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Congratulations to both couples.

"Time to Stretch" Personal log, Stardate 0508.16. I am attempting to treat each new scan, each new quadrant as if it were new. However, the search seems futile at this point. It has been 13 hours since what members of the away team I could get a lock on were beamed aboard. I dare not try to think of what is happening to the remaining away team on the surface now, only that I must do what I can to help find them. About 10 minutes ago, a concerned Starfleet crewman brought me two glasses of water and a sandwich. I don't remember him from the Lakota, but perhaps we have either picked up additional crew or I just don't remember him. It's been so long. I was hoping no one had noticed I've been at this console for.. 17... no 19 hours. I don't remember. Kawalas is leading an away team to try to locate them. I need to go. I need to try to help find them. End log.

like i said before there are no pics of it yet, however everything else they make look similar to a sidekick or blackberry type device

I already tried to google it, and checked their site... no images of this device yet..... i want one i want one i want one i want one i want one

"HEY IDIOT... WE JUST MISSED THE EXIT... TURN AROUND....." Dac.... i just googled for a mountain bike..... I have a Huffy from K-mart... I just oiled the chain and pumped up the tires yesterday.

Cowboy : "WHERE AM I GOING? I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!! HELP!!!!!!!!!" Spaceman : "....Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us......." Guy in the back : "4:20.... wake and bake man wake and bake.... dude, your gonna turn, right?"

Eastern Standard Time.... the 400 lb. gorilla in your mist. It's all good in the hood.

Darth > "If you don't shut up I'm going to make you wear that stupid hat like him." Officer > "No one takes me seriously wearing this. It's horrible."

I didn't mean to get anyone's fdrizzles all up in their shizzles, my nizzles. Relax... calm down.... I just pointed something out...... here---------->have some dip.

I've always been the pecimist.

Kirk : "Great, another caption contest. Spock will you do the honors?" Spock : :: raises phaser ::

100 million dollars would feed alot of starving mouths.

Well.............. due to the fact, that technically... there's probably alot of 'dead accounts' and......... there is definitely a few people with two logins.... it would actually be "Username 1000"

Personal Log Stardate 0308.05 This will be my first entry in quite a while. After my first day returning to duty, things aren't so bad. I'm slowly getting used to piloting the Qob again. As if I ever forgot? I keep hearing stories about my replacement. Seems I came back on duty at just the right time. It's apparent some major changes went on while I was gone so I'm sure the most difficult part will be 'getting into the swing of things.' The ship is still infested with roaches. I guess I figured by now that problem would be taken care of. As long as they don't bother me, I won't bother them. I have yet to speak again with Random, although I'm sure the time will come. Currently, the Qob is entering an area of space inhabited by a race called the H'tiss. A very strong, powerful force in this region. They occupy an enormous area of space and are considered hostile. I'm glad to be back at the helm for this mission. It's an even better feeling to finally have a place to call home

Food: Chicken Wings (Mild, w/Blue Cheese mixed in) or Hilshire Farms Kielbasa Drink: Hawaiin Punch... the blue kind Color: Blue TV show: Deep Space Nine........ or Aqua Teen Hunger Force Movie: Ladder 49 Place to live(if you could live anywhere): Prince George's County, MD Mode of Transportation: 2001 Ford Ranger 4x4 XLT Quadcab (My baby.) If i had 1 wish i would wish for: To say "Computer, end program." and have it really work.

I was just watching "Lower Decks" the other day. I think Sito was killed and everyone knew she was going to be. I think she was expendable in order to get that freaking Cardie across the border into his own space. If you watch closely, it almost seems like the entire senior staff knows she is going to die. Two characters I'm sure I'm not the only one who misses, one is Thomas Riker. He was taken to prison and then what? Did he die there? Second is Ro Laren. She joined the Maquis, then what? One could only assume she was killed during the Dominion War with the rest of the Maquis... but an episode would have been nice.

I'd rather name it Bacchus. The god of wine and partying. I think thats what our solar system needs. More wine. More partying.

Princess : "AGAIN! LET'S GO ON AGAIN!" Kirk : "No, I'm done." Princess : "Why? What happend?" Spock "Chili cheese fries and Pepsi."

Figured I'd share this with the gang. I stumbled upon a way to watch The Next Generation (along with a few other cool shows) 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. You first step, is to join the rest of us and get a high speed connection. Your second step, is to also join the rest of us and go out and download the latest version of Winamp. This gets tricky. The service is called "EVERY SHOW SUCKS." Don't ask... I didn't name it. But you go to http://www.ess.tv. You follow the instructions to subscribe (It costs you $5 a month via PayPal... I like a few of the shows, so it's worth it for me. Check out their program guide on the message board and see if you think its worth a meager $5) It will then give you details on how to finish setting up your account (you have to update your IP if it changes, usually only once a day) Any questions I'll try to help out. I've asked them to add DS9 a billion times, so save your fingers. Oh, and also... it's good to be back. :lol:

****** ****** ****** First, a little background info. After a two year hiatus, I've decided to try to return to simming for good. Hopefully, it works out. Last time, work got in the way.. a whole bunch of other stuff happend. Blah, blah blah. This is an attempt to recover the Quv storyline in a respectable manner. I still have a soft spot in my heart for my character and want him to return.. but not just out of the blue. This is an attempt to put a story... and some adventure... into Quv's disappearance. Enjoy... ****** ****** ****** Quv grinned as he walked down the corridor of small shops. He'd felt the most at ease he'd felt in a long time. He picked up a small trinket as the vendor began to describe it to him. He nodded, however his only thoughts were of what Random would think of it. Quv did not give gifts very often, so he wanted it to be meaningful. He grinned and set the item back down, thanking the vendor. He'd think it over and stop in tommorrow morning before the Qob departed. He grabbed the next turbolift. Nodding to a few smiling faces along the way as Quv approached the door. A slight chill came over him as he entered his quarters aboard the starbase. He shook it off, and decided to call it a night. "Computer, lights." He let several seconds pass. "Computer, lights." A voice pierced through the shadows. "They are not going to work, Quv." He immediately turned around towards the door as it slid shut. He pounded on it, however nothing happend. He tapped his comm badge "Quv to Qob. Emergency." His badge blipped. The voice spoke again "Don't bother, we've been planning this quite a while." He nodded, turned around and began to run at the shadow. A bright green glow surrounded the figure, and now Quv. "NOOOOOOO." A transport had initiated. Two days later...... His lip bleeding, his arm broken, and his right eye swollen shut. Quv neeled on the floor below the bright light, still contemplating a way out of the situation. A door opened in the dark shadows, and a figure walked through towards Quv. "Centurion tRein." he mumbled. "Well, actually, it's Commander tRein. But you are right, Lieutenant Quv." The tall Romulan stepped into the light, making himself visible. "Didn't you learn from our last encounter?" Quv said as he then spit blood onto the floor in front of him. "There was nothing to learn, only wounds to be remembered.... and now that you aren't accompanied by a Starfleet strike team... this will give us more time to talk." tRein began walking, circling around Quv. "It was exactly ten years ago, to this day that you and your team invaded the outpost on Talos V, destroying alll life with it." His fist clinched tighter as the memory became more clearer. "If the Romulans hadn't been manufacturing a biogenic planet killer at that outpost, I would've been able to stay home." Quv grinned. "There is no humor here." The Romulan struck the broadside of his boot across the back of Quv's head. "It was being used to research a cure for a disease on Talos V." Slowly, Quv rose back to his knees, still keeping his hands on the cold floor for stability. "I read the official reports, and I know what I saw, Commander. I'll make no apologies." Eight months later........... The sun glared in the sky, with puffy clouds and birds chirping in the background. Quv nodded as he lifted his pick axe above his head and drove it back down into the ground. The Romulan on horseback holding the disruptor began talking with another guard. A Talarian wearing dirty garbs approaches the area where Quv is digging a trench. He whispers "You are the one who seeks out." Quv continues working, keeping a low profile. "I thought that's what everyone wanted." The Talarian replies "But you are Starfleet... Special Division... you may benefit from me... so I may benefit from you." The Romulan on horseback begins to trot over in their direction. Quv continues working "Leave me alone, we'll talk later." Later than evening, the Talarian approaches Quv in the common area of the prison. "We may speak now?" Quv steps towards the Talarian and they begin whispering. "How and why?" he mumbles. "I have connections. Why? We both have the same reasons. To get off of this planet." Quv looks around, cautiously. "What does this have to do with me?" "We both want to leave, you are the only one who can get us beyond the security field. No one else being held here has ever broken into or out of a Romulan outpost before." Quv nods. "When?" The Talarian smiles "Three days, my brother will be delivering supplies to this sector. We will talk as it comes sooner." Quv nods again, and walks away from the Talarian. As he does, the Talarian notices the tattoo the Romulans have placed on the back of Quv's now bald head. It reads "DANGEROUS." Seven months later....... A Cardassian Warship zooms past the listening post at high warp. The elderly officer aboard it mumbles "Someone's in a hurry." His younger counterpart nods and goes back to looking down at his PADD. Quv is in temporary quarters onboard the warship. It's commander, Gul Remal enters Quv's quarters. "I don't think it is possible for you to even fathom the kind of punishment I would receive for doing this." Looking down at star charts, Quv doesn't even lift his head. "Then you shouldn't have made that promise." Remal sits in the chair across from Quv. "I know, I told you that if you ever needed a favor, that all you had to do was ask. But why now? Why so long since we've seen each other? And why are we to rendenveous with a Ferengi freighter for pete's sake?" As he sets down his, tablet Quv's demeanor turns serious. "I need to find them. I need to find my ship. And I need to find my crew." "Surely, you must be joking. How do you, a sole individual, plan to find and intercept a vessel you have no idea it's location, no idea whether it still even exsists?" Quv folds his arms. "I've talked with a few people who've had contact with the Qob since it left me. I'm going to use this information to triangulate their position." He pauses. "I'm also going to hitchhike." The Cardassian begins to laugh hysterically as he stands up. "That's what I love about you Quv. Everything with you is a hill to be conquered. You are insane, Quv. However I hope you do find your crew. We will intercept the Ferengi freighter in four days." Quv shakes his hand "Thank you." To be continued......