Dox Maturin

You might not want to tell your dad that your mom called him an older less hot stud.

Ha! You mirror kids know nothing of torture. What was the DS9 episode that (in his mind) made OBrien live out his entire life in a tiny jail cell and then murder his best friend? That's torture! :lol: Hook em up to the mind machine and make them sit in a chair for 30 years staring at a giant clock. You'll be begging for the booth!

I'm going to start charging you every time you say that ::thwap:: :lol: Me no likely mirror :lol:

This is ridiculously cute :lol:

Very nice summary :lol:

Hmm, I found music clips but am not seeing a video.

I LOVE surveys! Favorite Non-Trek Television Show: Lost Favorite Non-Trek Movie: Undecided Favorite Book: Born to Buy Favorite Actor: Jack Nicholson Favorite Actress: Undecided Favorite Musician: Gato Barbieri Favorite Food: Lobster Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Coffee Favorite Hero: A9 Favorite Politician, Journalist, or Activist: The uncrooked one...wait, that leaves nobody Favorite Quote: Favorite Occupation: Corrupt CEO w/ ridiculous salary and zero accountability Favorite Car: Volvo S60 Favorite Vacation Spot: My backyard Favorite Academic Subject: Psychology Favorite Quirky Interests: Simming Who would you most like to meet? Myself, 20 years from now (with any luck I will be a retired corrupt CEO with 6 vacation homes, a new Ferarri, and the bankruptcy application of my company hanging on my golden wall)

Well...if it could be centralized, backed up, and have some kind of longevity I would agree. Otherwise things such as these tend to vanish. For example years ago I set up a complete encyclopedia for the USS Excalibur that detailed the races, planets, objects, characters, etc that it encountered. As I recall it was pretty huge, but as far as I can tell all of that information has been lost. It's a real shame when all that work ends up in the circular file, and I can see a potential for that happening with a project like this.

Well, would one specific to roleplaying see any regular use either? It would certainly be a good resource for new players, but much of it I think would be very basic or irrelevant information (at least for an immediate need). For example, once you understand what a hypospray is/does, there is little need to review it again. Just about anyone who's watched the show and is a fan probably knows what that is anyway. Wouldn't this basically turn the Wiki database into essentially a "beginner's guide" for players? And would we need a full Wiki to do that? It would be also great for adding realism to logs, but during the sim I don't think I would use it. It's much easier just to make up some technobabble to accomplish a given task rather than go to another browser window and search for something I may or may not find that fits the situation. Those are my thoughts on it.

This would be a monumental project, but with Wiki everyone could contribute! It would be a useful resource, but I do not know how much I would personally use it.

My first Trek experience was audio only.

I saw this in the news today. I saw a similar version of the same story a while back, and again a while back. It's been circulating for a while and as far as I can tell, it's fake. China already regulates the Internet. The sites that their citizens can visit is closely monitored and restricted.

"Perhaps Diplomacy" Duty Log - 0918.16 Dox groaned as he awoke from the half-sleep of the phaser stun. His right arm was immediately sore as he remembered where he was. He rubbed his arm; the fabric of his sleeve was stretched over the impact point and he knew there would be a small temporary bruise on his skin underneath. He winced and groaned again as he saw Claire standing over him. "It did not work," he snapped at her, "and the whole idea was ridiculous to begin with." "Mr. Granger thought it would work," Claire, his figment, said apologetically. "Based on what we know of this place, aggression and firmness is highly regarded. Who's to know what would have happened if you had shown fear or weakness?" "Well, aggression is better suited for Granger," Dox immediately shot her a look, "but we are not going down that path again. I have come too far to relinquish myself to either of you. I by far prefer diplomacy, and if the events of tonight are any indication, I am better suited at it." He rubbed his shoulder again, now noticing that Lieutenant Commander Tekyier was laying against the side of the cell. He moved to her, shaking her shoulder slightly and trying to rouse her. She was breathing, but quite unconscious. Carefully he pulled back her shirt and inspected the blast wound on her abdomen. A point blank strike. The faint bruise was more severe than what a standard Federation stun would produce, but Dox was sure it would disappear within a day. It would have been worse. "Ma'am, I am so sorry," he sighed as he checked her pulse and, satisfied that she would be alright, rolled her back into a comfortable position. Obviously he had made a mistake by trying to take a stand against the security officer. And his second mistake was retaliating after he had been struck. Still, by what he knew of this place, his reaction would not have been unexpected, so the damage should be minimal. Dox thought hard about the news feeds he had read. As a figure approached the cell, who he would eventually learn was named Kimura, he could not even begin to imagine where they were. He turned and looked behind himself. They were captured. Claire was gone. Laarell was asleep. He was alone. The mission was going splendidly so far.

Looks good!

Wow don't jaywalk in this place!

As a cadet you really don't need a bio. But as a general cadet bio I would go with this: Name: Luna Race: Indescript humanoid Rank: Cadet Position: Cannon fodder Age: Between 20 and 50...ish

Indeed! Fantastic log, whoever you are :)

The real question, Ben, is if you are going to come back! Great site. -VX PS: Ack! I didn't know Mission Excalibur and Where's Excalibur was still on the internets, LOL!

This log has been retracted.

Red!

"Licking Wounds" Duty Log - 0708.13 Dox stood quietly in cargo bay two, taking in deep breaths and surveying the area. Captain Sorehl had come aboard the Excalibur and ordered him to assist the medical team. He, himself, and the chief medical officer, Pilot, traveled through the ship's inoperative turbolift shafts to the bay, where a medical center had been set up. Injured were continuing to come in - but fortunately they were all on their feet, as the more severely injured had already been brought in and were being treated by the highly trained staff. He smiled slightly as Sorehl quickly made his exit, on his way to engineering. You could always tell when a Vulcan was out of his element. And sometimes, Dox thought, emergency situations seemed to bring the best out in Vulcans. Surrounded by emotional, bumbling humans, they seemed to thrive on the sudden importance of their rock solid logic. Sighing, Dox leaned over a nearby officer. The officer tried to make small talk, but Dox was having none of that. He simply pulled a gel pack of burn salve from his kit and began smearing it over the man's plasma wound. This was nothing, Dox thought, compared to some of the other situations he had experienced. Yes, there were crewmen that were hurting, and some that were dead, but medical supplies were plentiful, the staff was alert and attentive, and the majority of the injuries were broken bones, burns, and cuts and scrapes. No bloody screams, no severed limbs, no grotesque mutilations. After having his burn treated and wrapped, the officer (a young ensign in a maroon tunic) looked up at Dox. "Sir," he whimpered, "when will communications be restored so we can contact our families?" How was he supposed to know? Did Dox look like an engineer? He simply shook his head and sighed, giving the ensign a pathetic look. Pilot had mentioned this only moments ago; contacting the families of those who died. Frankly, bothering with family was a waste of time at this point. There would be plenty of opportunity to whine and cry over subspace later. Perhaps it was because Dox had no family, or because for all he knew his family had just abandoned him, but he just didn't care. So he ignored the ensign and moved on to the next in line. Everyone was sitting on cots set up across the decking. All was well organized. As far as Dox knew, things were going quite well. Overhearing Joy on the bridge, he knew that there was a Bird of Prey docked with them, providing some emergency power while they conducted essential repairs. The bridge staff, when he awoke from his collision with the deck after the shock wave hit, had mostly filtered out to different areas of the ship. At least temporarily. When he came to, he found only Joy remaining. Fortunately, Joy and engineering quickly restored gravity. Dox couldn't imagine the frustration of the medical staff trying to treat everyone in the cargo bay in zero gravity. Some of the patients, he could see, were still strapped down to their cots. The ship itself was not looking good. The long range sensors were down, with only short range passive systems available. That meant that if any Scorpiads were planning to return, they would not know it until they were nearly on top of them. Dox didn't like the thought of that. The torpedo tubes, he had overheard, were nearly destroyed. Primary power was still down, with only emergency batteries running the grid. This likely meant that phasers were also inoperable. Dox recalled that most phaser systems drew power directly from the warp core to maximize their effectiveness. In any event, without shields the Excalibur would likely not have time to fire anything anyway. But that was perhaps the most curious thing about this battle; the Scorpiads had cut and run as soon as their mobile weapons platform had been destroyed. They had plenty of ships to carry on the fight, but they chose to flee. That didn't stand up to what Dox had read about their species. Was there something special about that platform that had caused their retreat? Was it something else? Were they simply regrouping or establishing an ambush or surprise attack while the various wounded Federation starships licked their wounds? There were too many unanswered questions about the Scorpiads to make any intelligent predictions. Dox was quite certain, however, that it would not be the last time they would see them. And thus, he told himself, he would have ample opportunity to study their society. He owed them that much, he thought, to learn something about them that could be recorded in Federation history. Something positive, so history did not record them as ruthless conquerors. No, this was simply a layer of the Scorpiads that had now been peeled. The anticipation of what was to come simply thrilled him.

"Guilty" Personal Log - 0708.06 The unfamiliar feeling of weightlessness woke Dox. He groaned, trying to clear the haze around his mind and remember where he was and what had happened. He was on the bridge, floating in the back. Others were floating as well, with only a few that had managed to strap themselves into their seats as gravity failed on the dark, dead Excalibur. He roused himself by shaking his limbs, trying to force himself to regain consciousness. Slowly he began to recall the last few seconds of events. The power had failed, the sensors were out, his panel went dark. Moments later Joy routed some additional power to the sensor systems, the emergency lights came on, and his computer panel flickered to life. As the static cleared, he caught a glimpse of the enormous white shock wave heading straight for them. Then everything shook, the ships lack of IDF sent him flying to the ground. He felt his head strike the deck and everything went black. The emergency lights were still on, but flickering. Some of the panels sparked, releasing what small energy the tiny capacitors beneath still had in them. Wisps of smoke drifted out from several of the bulkheads, but for the most part the bridge was clear. It was just dark, and eerily quiet. Everyone appeared to be in shock. They were dead in the water, with no way of knowing what was happening outside. Perhaps no one knew quite what to do. But that didn't last long, and within seconds orders were being shouted and people were struggling to move again. It was a hard thing to do without gravity. As if his body was telling him that there was nothing he could do at the moment, he once again lost consciousness. "Where am I?" Dox murmured as he squinted in the dark space around him. It was a hallway, he could tell, but unlike anything he had ever seen. He walked slowly along, feeling his way in the unfamiliar corridor. The black bulkheads hummed and vibrated softly. He was aboard a ship. In the distance he saw a shadowy figure leaning over an unidentifiable black mass. Dox approached carefully, trying to make out the figure. Soon it became clear. It was an older man wearing tattered civilian clothing, knelt over a mass of black body parts. One of his legs had no clothing, and a thin mechanical leg glistened in the dim emergency lights. Dox recognized him. It was Mr Granger, one of his figments, the one who always appeared to him when he was frightened. He looked intently at the mass on the floor. Dox finally saw what it was: the tattered remains of a Scorpiad soldier. Granger looked up at Dox with a sneer, and then did what Dox never thought he would do. "Done killing yet, boy?" Granger spoke for the first time in a gruff but familiar voice. He pointed to the dead Scorpiad. "Proud of yourself? There's more blood to be shed, yet." "I..." Dox didn't know what to say. He didn't understand. "Think." Granger demanded, standing tall and walking to Dox with a clank, clank, as his mechanical foot touched the metal floor. "You never asked." "Asked...what?" he frowned, utterly confused. "The right questions. You never asked, and now he's dead," Granger pointed to the Scorpiad, "and you're just as guilty as they are." Then his voice changed, to a clear high pitch, "Are you alright?" "What?" Dox opened his eyes, suddenly finding himself weightless but pressed against the floor of the Excalibur bridge. "Are you alright?" the young nurse repeated. She was wearing gravity boots and was making her way around the bridge. "You suddenly lost consciousness again, right when you were about to tell me how you hit your head." "What?" Dox shook his head, "I have not said anything. I...I passed out." "Sir," the nurse frowned, wondering if he had some kind of concussion, "we've been talking for the last minute. You were telling me about the shock wave." Dox put a hand to his head, having no memory of their conversation. No, he had been asleep. He had been talking to Granger in a dream. He certainly hadn't been having a chat about the shock wave. Confused, Dox just nodded quietly. The nurse advised him to visit sickbay as soon as he could, stood up and then moved on to the next officer in need. Dox just laid there, slowly floating back up again. This was not a good time to be losing his mind again.

Sounds like fun! Too bad its not PC :)

Ooo, I forgot about other races. I just love the design of the Klingon Bird of Prey.

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