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J. Shamor

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  1. Kat walked into engineering with her head held high. She knew that she was being watched not just by the Captain but by all of the crew as well. Some of which she wondered if even they wanted her back. She had to prove herself capable as well as stable for this mission as well as stable enough to remain on the ship. It still felt odd to her that she was asked to come on this mission to begin with but she knew she was the best for the job at hand. She spoke up seeing Jon standing near the computer looking over something. "What have we got so far Jon?" she asked walking up next to him looking over his shoulder. Jon is reviewing the current telemetry on the planet's surface to find the safest way to extract the probe. Given the current amount of interference generated by the local minerals alone, using the transporter does not guarantee success. "Even if we boost power to sensors it might not be enough to get through. There has to be another way to get to it but the question is how," Jon said thinking aloud. He turns his attention to Kat who has just entered the area. "Good thing you showed up, perhaps two heads are better than one as the old saying goes." "Do you have any other ideas on how to get it out?" Kat says looking at the info. Motioning towards the current scans "using the transporters is going to be iffy, do you think we should take a different approach?" Kat looked to his face seeing his concern. "Do you have a way that we can either increase the power to the transporters, or enhance the field at all?" "To get an exact lock, even with boosted power, is no easy task to say the least. Maybe we should look at it from a different perspective." Thinking for a moment, "what about the shuttles? They could get close enough to where the probe could be towed back via tractor beam." "That's a possibility. Will it take more than one? Or will one be enough?" Kat says looking back to the scans. Checking the scans, more specifically the specs on the probe, then nods with approval. "From the looks of it we can pull it off with one shuttle. There might be one problem about it, the changeling. If it's alive and present on the planet, it could cling to the probe as we are towing it back to the ship. We would have to be careful." "Extra careful. We could do a residence scan of the probe to see if there is anything out of the ordinary about it. That SHOULD pick up if there is one aboard." She then thought to herself 'hopefully'. "Sounds like a plan. Besides, I have security measures in place to detect and contain one if it gets aboard. I'm not taking any chances on this mission." Pointing at his armband as proof that he's not taking any chances. "I don't blame you and I do not want any chances being taken either. Shall we call the captain and give him the news?" "You can tell him" Jon transfers the information to a PADD and hands it to Kat. "I'm going to make a trip to the shuttle bay to have one prepped and ready to go on a moment's notice." "That will be fine Jon, Inform me when you're ready. I want to go with you on this one." Kat takes the PADD and looks it over real fast then heads for the doors. "I'm heading to the bridge." "No matter what happens, it's good that you're back," Jon said with a smile on his face. "Thanks Jon. That means a lot. I was wondering if anyone trusted me or not. I'll do my best for this ship as I always have. Let me know when you're ready." Kat turns back towards the door with a reassuring smile on her face. The first one since she came back.
  2. How could I have been so careless? To let my guard down in such a way is unacceptable. Let me see if there is a suitable place to crash. Upon surveying the area there appears to no safe area to where he could survive the landing. He then reaches for his communicator; "to anyone who can hear this signal. This is Chief Petty Officer Shamor; I am currently free falling without a parachute and need immediate rescue. Please assist immediately." After close to a minute of silence a reply is sent to him. "We hear you 5 x 5 Shamor. Please remain calm while we lock onto your signal." Relieved Shamor replies "thanks for the pick-up, I'm about 35 thousand feet and falling fast." "We got a lock please stand by." Jon finds himself being transported from his current location to what appears to be a bed. Climbing off the bed, he stands up and looks around the room. "First time I crashed into something soft in a good while. Where am I?" As Jon gets his bearings, a person who happens to be Zemun approaches him. "You're safe now, but more specifically you are at the Zemun embassy." Jon raises his brow "wait a minute. I thought that our kind stayed in the Ascalon Rift. What changed that?" "The proper question would be 'who' not 'what' old friend." A female Zemun with two guards approach both Jon and the other person. "The actions of one can affect many, or have you forgotten what you taught me so long ago J'untar?" Jon smiles "Matriarch Malikara Veras. My question is still valid, what brings you to Earth?" Malikara signals her guards and the officer to leave the room "you were right about what you said so long ago. We need to branch out to establish friendships and not shut ourselves out from the rest of the universe. I'm surprised by the welcome we received when we first arrived a month ago. I guess your reputation reaches this planet as well." She smiles as she looks at Jon. "You're still the same from when you saved my life all those years ago." Jon replies, "On the outside I might appear the same, but I've changed so much over my years of travel." He walks over to a window "I bet you're wondering why I chose to not return home." Malikara shakes her head "I don't have to ask. The way you walk says it all; you had no home to go back to since the Order changed. That is why you search to fill the emptiness in your heart. The only advice I can give you is to not keep everyone you care about at arm's length, you are going against what you taught me by doing so." He sighs, "You couldn't be more right. There are times when I just want to be happy but I guess I mess that up by being so focused on protecting everyone else. I just don't know what to do…" Malikara walks over to Jon, placing her hand on his shoulder "You just have to stop trying so hard; enjoy the company of others and most importantly let those around you know that you care about them not just as an officer but as a friend." "I'd better get back to the Reaent; shore leave will be over soon. It was good to see you again." Jon makes his way to exit the embassy before he's stopped by Malikara. "J'untar before you leave please take this. I'm sure it will come in handy for when you stop being so distant" she smirks at him as she hands Jon the package. He accepts the item then bows respectfully "bokyhanet Matriarch Veras." She smiles back at him "bokyahnet J'untar Shamor, I hope you find peace and happiness in your travels." As the door closes behind him, Jon mumbles three words. I hope so…
  3. Shamor enters the main security office to wrap up some paperwork for Schawnsee. His recent visit to sickbay, though brief, made him think a lot about how he should handle situations. Normally he would push forward regardless of the consequences, but the situation is different. His bad heart was getting progressively weaker with each passing day to the point where he can't perform his usual training regiment. It also wasn't the knowledge of this weakness that concerned him; yet the awareness that someone is worried about him which has Jon being more careful than usual. As he goes through the reports he theorizes on how he could remedy his situation. He proceeds to think back to the conversation he overheard back when he was on the Antrelli. Begin flashback: A few years ago, before being returned to the Reaent Location: Doctor Myra's office, U.S.S. Antrelli Myra looks at her CO with concern. "Captain I need to ask you something about Shamor." "You know that would be violating doctor-patient confidentiality doc" Fulcher says candidly. "Cut the pleasantries sir, there something weird about that Zemun and you know it! His body is loaded with nano probes, that kind of info was not his medical database." "Do you know what these nano-probes are supposed to do? For all we know it could be some sort immune system enhancement to keep him from getting infected by alien diseases." Myra shakes her head "I ran a detailed analysis on them; from what I've seen, they increase the subject's body mass, density, and weight. This could explain why he had a heart attack a few years ago. The prolonged pressure from these probes should have crushed his body." Fulcher paces around Myra's office "if these probes could be removed, would it help him or kill him?" The Klingon doctor thinks for a moment "I believe it could help him. If they were removed carefully, there would be no complications. I was only able to find them after running a detailed scan of Shamor's body. With your permission I would like to take care of the procedure." Fulcher looks Myra in the eyes "permission denied. Your experience with Zemun physiology is severely limited and you'll risk killing him if you mess up. Gather all the data you acquired and send it to Doctor Matthews on the Reaent. Be sure to set it for her eyes only, we don't want any enemies of Shamor to get their hands on this information." She nods as she prepares all her data "given our distance and the amount of data it could take a couple years for this to reach her." End flashback: "I hope doctor Matthews got the info Myra supposedly sent. Only thing on my mind is how come I can't detect them using my cybernetic eye. It's possible that the eye, much like the other variants I've used, was deliberately set to not detect them to avoid suspicion. My question is who would do such a thing to…" He grips his chest as he feels his bad heart struggle. Ensign Benson enters the room to see Shamor, rushing over "oh my god! Are you alright sir! Do you need me to call sickbay?" Putting his hand on Benson's shoulder, composing himself "I'm ok; there's no need to worry. I just need to relax from this paperwork." Benson nods as Shamor exits the room. A few seconds after Jon exits Benson taps his combadge "Benson to sickbay, it's about Shamor…"
  4. When it comes to dealing unruly redshirts I have over 9000 ways of setting them straight. You know trouble's coming when I'm firing my laser! The only way to stay alive as a pilot is to do a barrel roll.
  5. Starfleet Personnel Information: Name (Complete): Jontilles Maguntar Vanthros Shamor Name (Abridged): J'untar Vanthros Shamor Name (Preferred): Jon Shamor Age: 2,214 years old Gender: Male Species: Zemun Home world: Ma'arrat (Pronounced "Ma-ha-rat"), located within Ascalon Rift in the Gamma Quadrant Home city: Ruzyn (Pronounced "Roo-zeen"), Capital city of Ma'arrat, government sector Height: 6'1" Weight: 230 lbs (95% of weight is muscle) Eye color: Azure (Initially green but altered by request) Skin color: Light green (Mistake made on last update) Hair color/length/style: Light brown, shoulder length, tied into low ponytail Family: Atrus Shamor (Father – deceased) and Meilora Shamor (Mother – deceased) Marital Status: Single Current Assignment: Senior Security Technician on U.S.S. Reaent NCC 3345-G Current Rank: Chief Petty Officer Physical Information: Noted disability: Cybernetic right eye; Method of how subject came to having it is unknown. When asked about it he changes the subject immediately. UPDATE: Subject has informed Dr. Matthews and records of event were kept private due to doctor/patient confidentiality. Subject appears to be in good physical health even after suffering a heart attack. Some medical officials would often suspect that subject has never had one due to physical condition. Recommend monitoring subject incase it happens again. A noticeable scar is seen over his left eye, although it can easily be covered up subject refuses to have procedure done. UPDATE: Subject is currently wearing a portable heart monitor as a precautionary measure. There are additional scars on his body which appear very recent. From there we noticed that there is also a scar that runs diagonally on his chest. Basic analysis shows that it may have been caused by a bladed weapon or something extremely sharp. When asked about this Shamor does not go into detail about it. We noticed something that was overlooked for far too long. This was due to the fact that we didn't do a thorough enough scan when he first joined Starfleet. Bluntly put, his muscle/body mass is being altered by nano-probes to make him heavier and bigger muscle-wise. According to Shamor he was unaware that he had them in his body. Tests have concluded that if the probes can either be deactivated or removed that Shamor would be considerably lighter. Psychological Information: During the 2 years of being classified MIA Shamor claims that he was on a recon black op that went wrong. Through that time he also claims that he was tortured within in inch of his life. Records from the USS Antrelli, the ship that found him, indicate that he was stranded on a dangerous Class M planet during that time. From our observations the injuries sustained were just from local flora and fauna. Captain Fulcher did include in his report that there was some kind of building on that planet but it is currently in ruins. The investigation is ongoing. Personality: Cares about the well-being of his fellow crewmates which is likely due to how he was raised. Very cautious about whom he trusts which might have been caused by an event earlier in his life. Loyal to those he serves with on almost any ship, but is not afraid to question orders or the motives of his superiors. Hobbies: Guitar: Rock & Roll and Metal Cooking Painting Practicing martial arts Flying Skills: Electronics infiltration (Hacking: encrypting and decrypting) Pilot Certification for Fighters, Shuttles, and Starships Stealth Infiltration Fluent in a wide variety of languages (explains why U.T. is not used) Melee Combat: Armed and unarmed Ranged Combat: Accuracy rating at 99.2% (while using cybernetic eye) Negotiation Interrogation First Aid Survival Fighter construction and maintenance *Additional information is classified*
  6. By the time he entered Sickbay, Deb had everything set up. They would do the physical first and then permanently dye the one eye. She waved Jon over to the biobed as soon as he came through the door. She greeted him with a smile. "Have a seat Jon," she said pleasantly. "This won't take too long. Deb kept the conversation light and casual as she ran the most detailed scans possible on Shamor's hearts. There was evidence of minimal damage to the one heart resulting from the episode Jon suffered a few years earlier. The CMO spent some time reviewing the data but decided there was nothing significant to be concerned about. Heart number two was in perfect condition, a thoroughly amazing fact considering the Zemun's advanced age. "I don't know how you do it," remarked Deb as she deactivated the cardiac scanners. "Other than a little scar tissue, one would never suspect you had a heart attack. And your second heart is in perfect operating order." She smiled at him as she sat up. "This is the monitor," she continued, showing him the small device she would attach to his chest. "I've programmed it to monitor both hearts. It's too small to bother you but it's large enough to sound the alert should you get into the slightest difficulty." "Better safe than sorry, the last few mission cut it pretty close in terms of stress. At this will serve as an early warning system in case something happens." Jon seemed more at ease as Deb finished setting up the monitor. Deb adjusted the biobed so Jon could lean back at a ninety degree angle. "Lean back and let's take care of your second request." Jon Shamor had two eyes, just like most humanoids. But that's where the similarities ended. One of his eyes was a beautiful shade of green while the other was a unique color....a vibrant azure blue. Both were quite lovely but Deb had always preferred the blue...at least on Jon. He, on the other hand, had never seemed bothered by the fact that his eyes were different colors....until now. He'd spoken to Debbie confidentially earlier in the day, finally explaining how it happened that he had different colored eyes. That helped her understand his wanting to unify things a bit. Still, she wondered why it hadn't concerned him until now. She anesthetized his left eye and then gently probed it to insure it was sufficiently numb. "Tell me something, Jon," she asked as she re-checked the pigment she was about to use to permanently stain the Zemun's iris. "You've had two different eye colors for a long time. Why did you suddenly decide to rectify that?" "I felt it was time for me to move on. Since my battle with Vikaron a few years ago, this eye color is all that reminds me of him. Like I said earlier, I need closure for this." He seemed to struggle to keep his emotions in check which became noticeable to Deb. Obviously the events involving this Vikaron person took their respective tolls on Jon. "Hold perfectly still," whispered Deb as she started the procedure. A couple of minutes later, she took a step back and rested a hand on Jon's shoulder. "Just relax for a few minutes. I need to make certain the pigment properly disperses through the iris." Retracting her hand, she smiled At Jon. "I'm glad you've decided to put the past behind you. I hope this helps." She canted her head to one side and studied her handiwork. "I think it's a perfect match, if I must say so myself." Pulling up a stool, she sat down beside the biobed and quickly checked her patient's vitals. "Friends can help get you through tough times as well," she added casually. She didn't bother mentioning the recent trauma she and several others had endured. In fact, she relished the opportunity to focus on something else, especially when it was a subject she'd been curious about for awhile. "I've noticed Ms. O'Halloran seems to have taken an interest in your well being. Personally, I think she a lovely woman. She would make a great friend....very understanding and a good listener." "Not to mention caring, compassionate, and adventurous especially when it comes to trying out different foods. I don't know why but I feel at peace and even happy when she's around. I guess you're right, a friend can make a difference in one's life." He relaxes in the biobed "thank you for taking the time for my request; normally I wouldn't bother you much since you're busy." Finally! After her brief session with Mr. Nansk and everything else they'd gone through in recent weeks, here was something to smile about! I knew it! thought Deb silently. And it's about time! "I'm glad the two of you get along so well," remarked Deb nonchalantly. "Heaven knows, you deserve someone who makes you feel happy." She slipped off the stool and directed her tricorder at Jon's newly pigmented eye. "And I think Anna could use a friend right now as well. The past couple of weeks have been a little....stressful for her." She stepped back and deactivated the biobed. "You now have two azure blue eyes," she announced proudly. "I hope this small change will assist you in your endeavor to put the past behind you and look forward to the future." As Jon sat up, Deb placed her hands on her hips and grinned at him. "Be sure to let me know how Anna reacts when she sees them."
  7. A Joint Log by Jon Shamor and Debbie Matthews Jon spent most of his time in the armory, updating the inventory while making a few notes. Aside from the repairs, the Starbase crew also supplied the armory with new power packs for the rifles as well as a few crates of new weapons. That is always a blessing but the hope that they will never be used remains as it is, a hope. Upon finishing his duties, he receives a message from Dr. Matthews letting him know that it is time for him to come to sickbay. Normally he avoids sickbay like a ninja avoids getting caught during a stealth mission, but the circumstances were different. He chose to go to sickbay to ask Deb not only to make a change cosmetically but to acquire a heart monitor as well. The change to his left eye was a request that appeared to be out of left field to the doctor. Not that many people knew the real story about his eyes because of how personal of an injury it was. To Shamor it was like losing a part of you and given a consolation that reminded him of what happened and never being able to live it down. This was a chance for Jon to move on, finally ending a chapter of his life that plagued him for nearly two thousand years. As for the heart monitor it was more of a serious issue. A heart attack that nearly claimed his life and made him second-guess in every aspect of his life. The stress from the last mission didn't seem to help either. Even if one heart failed not even Deb could guess on how long the other could last by itself. Deb had to admit she was a bit surprised by Jon Shamor's request. She'd known him for years and the fact his eyes were different colors never seemed to bother him before. She couldn't help wondering why he suddenly decided he needed a matching pair. After he explained how he came about his "real" eye, she understood his request a little better. But altering the color would never change where the eye came from. Deb was convinced there was another reason and this might be the perfect time to ask a few discreet questions. Jon's second request was a bit more troubling. Zemuns were among a handful of species with two hearts. Shamor had suffered a heart attack several years earlier. It affected only one of his hearts and the damage was mostly repaired. She knew Jon had resolved to take better care of himself after that particular scare. She assumed his request for a monitor was another way for him to insure there were no further problems. By the time he entered Sickbay, Deb had everything set up. They would do the physical first and then permanently dye the one eye. She waved Jon over to the biobed as soon as he came through the door. She greeted him with a smile. "Have a seat Jon," she said pleasantly. "This won't take too long."
  8. United Society of Sacrificial Redshirts Underling Sacrifices for Special Recognition Unlimited Sheep to Slaughter Regularly
  9. Starfleet Personnel Information: Name (Complete): Jontilles Maguntar Vanthros Shamor Name (Abridged): J’untar Vanthros Shamor Age: 2,213 years old Gender: Male Species: Zemun Home world: Ma’arrat (Pronounced “Ma-ha-rat”) Home city: Ruzyn (Pronounced “Roo-zeen”), Capital city of Ma’arrat, government sector Height: 6’1” Weight: 230 lbs (95% of weight is muscle) Eye color: Light green Skin color: Dark green Hair color/length/style: Light brown, shoulder length, tied into low ponytail Physical Information: Noted disability: Cybernetic right eye; Method of how subject came to having it is unknown. When asked about it he changes the subject immediately. After being missing in action for approximately two years a new evaluation had to be taken. Subject appears to be in good physical health even after suffering a heart attack months before going missing. Recommend monitoring subject incase it happens again. A noticeable scar is seen over his right eye, although it can easily be covered up subject refuses to have procedure done. After a detailed scan of the subject we noticed two things. 1. There are additional scars on his body which appear very recent. From there we noticed that there is also a scar that runs diagonally on his chest. Basic analysis shows that it may have been caused by a bladed weapon or something extremely sharp. When asked about this Shamor does not go into detail about it. 2. We noticed something that was overlooked for far too long. This was due to the fact that we didn’t do a thorough enough scan when he first joined Starfleet. Bluntly put, his muscle/body mass is being altered by nano-probes to make him heavier and bigger muscle-wise. According to Shamor he was unaware that he had them in his body. Tests have concluded that if the probes can either be deactivated or removed that Shamor would be considerably lighter. Plus that would reduce the pressure his body had to endure for so long. Psychological Information: During the 2 years of being classified MIA Shamor claims that he was on a recon black op that went wrong. Through that time he also claims that he was tortured within in inch of his life. Records from the USS Antrelli, the ship that found him, indicate that he was stranded on a dangerous Class M planet during that time. From our observations the injuries sustained were just from local flora and fauna. Captain Fulcher did include in his report that there was some kind of building on that planet but it is currently in ruins. The investigation is still pending. Skills: Electronics infiltration (Hacking: encrypting and decrypting) Pilot Certification for Fighters, Shuttles, and starships Stealth Infiltration Fluent in a wide variety of languages (explains why U.T. is not used) Melee Combat: Armed and unarmed Ranged Combat: Accuracy rating at 99.2% (while using cybernetic eye) Negotiation Interrogation First Aid Survival
  10. "The Hunter Becomes the Hunted." or "So Much for Stealth" The once quiet area around a mysterious port has been torn asunder with the sounds of weapons fire; the yelling of guards, as well as the barking of dogs which rapidly close in on Shamor's a.k.a. Vanthros' position. The plan was simple, follow the black limo-like vehicle undetected and see where they go. Yet through some fluke of paranoia or the possibility that they actually used their sensors they found him. With limited weapons and even more limited power for weapons Vanthros has to pick his shots carefully. One mistake which seems to be smacking him upside his head is his rash move to destroy his comlink. On the bright side it kept whoever was shooting at him from tracing it back to the others but it leaves him alone to face his enemies. A double-edged sword maneuver, which had to be done for the safety of the others, so should he fall the others will have a chance to prevail. His only hope is that the others took his last message to heart: "To whoever can hear this, my position has been compromised. Do not reply and do not come after me. Radio silence on my end." The other blunder on his part was forgetting to take his cybernetic eye with him before he left. Without it his shots won't be as accurate as they normally are and his chances of dodging shots are reduced because of that. So instead of relying on technology to survive, he now has to rely more on his instincts in order to make it back alive. The blessing in disguise for his misfortune is that the rest of the team can use his eye to track him down, since the option of using the comm is no longer available. With the situation as it is he has to think fast and act even faster in order to stay ahead of his attackers. After a brief assessment, and nearly losing his head from a skilled marksman who apparently was riding in the limo, he is left with two options. Option one would be to wear down his attackers to where he could possibly get some answers from whoever is shooting at him. Option two would be to use the smoke grenades and flash bangs in his satchel to cover up his escape in order to hurry back to the others. As much as he wants to put his combat skills to the test he will have put things into perspective and make the right call. "Oh well, so much for stealth. I hope the others take my advice and not come after me. Don't want them getting hurt, which is probably why I went alone to begin with. Note to self: if I make it out of this alive I'm going to smack Corran for having me do this and myself for actually doing it!"
  11. It's been a long time for me with quite a bit of moving around, just ask Fred :lol:
  12. Happy B-day Fred B)
  13. When synchronized tank driving goes wrong.
  14. This one time at baseball camp.....
  15. One thing that has helped me when it comes to typing is making a timed exercise for how fast I can type a few paragraphs. Just think of a topic and let you fingers do the talking. Over time you'll get faster, but just don't rush yourself when you do it. Also you might want to have some music to inspire you. In most cases you can just pop in a cd or even turn on your pc's (or mac's) music player and just make a playlist specifically for simming. If you combine the two you should be able to keep up with almost anyone. Hope this info helps you out. :)
  16. Cop 1: I'm not looking while you do the cavity search. Cop 2: Why not? I just want to see what the butcher saw in him.
  17. I would like to have the title "Uber n00b of all things Trek" if it's possible. :rolleyes: Thanks in advance A9, you know we appreciate what you do on the forums.
  18. I did a quick search on Google and found it on a site called freedownloadscenter.com just got to google and do a search under LCARS desktop and it'll be the very first link you'll see. hope that helps :rolleyes: