lilvalleygirl

:lol: Ok I have one! :The Morning After: "Frack! I hope mom doesn't see me like this..."

Hey All, I have been a football fan for years LOL. Ok I haven't been keeping up lately but given the NFC and AFC lists I will give you my best guess. B) B) AFC Seeds 1) Indianapolis Colts (1st Round Out) 2) Denver Broncos (Wildcard) 3) Cincinnati Bengles (1st Round Out) 4) New England Patriots 5) Jacksonville Jaguars 6) Pittsburgh Steelers (Wildcard) NFC Seeds 1) Seattle Seahawks (1st Round Out) 2) Chicago Bears (1st Round Out) 3) Tampa Bay (Wildcard) 4) New York Giants 5) Carolina Panthers (Wildcard) 6) Washington Redskins Wildcard Match Ups Washington at Carolina. Winner: Washington Pittsburgh at New England. Winner: New England Indianapolis at Denver. Winner: Denver Chicago at Tampa Bay. Winner: Tampa Bay Divisional Indianapolis at Pittsburgh. Winner: Pittsburgh Cincinnati at Denver. Winner: Denver Caronlina at Seattle. Winner: Seattle Chicago at Tampa Bay. Winner: Tampa Bay Conference Championchip Pittsburgh at Denver. Winner: Pittsburgh Tampa Bay at Seattle. Winner: Tampa Bay Super Bowl XXXX Pittsburgh at Tampa Bay. Winner: Pittsburgh (We've seen Pittsburgh edge the super bowl before. Tampa Bay made it though, I am going to give Pittsburgh the benefit in this one though). Random thought: If the NFC played the AFC, I would think it would be Jacksonville at New York and the winner: Jacksonville. Don't get me wrong we have some good teams here and those are just two but if they ever faced off I think Jacksonville would have the advantage. There you have it. Those are my picks! :) :lol:

:lol: Greetings Everyone! Happy Birthday to STSF's Cajun Caitian Daryus and Daryus Williams (same person) turns 41. Happy Birthday Daryus, we love you and wish you all the best. Have a wonderful celebration! Angie 5/ M'rrisha Warren

;) Proveggies you say! Well......let's see. "God is bigger than the boogie man, he's bigger than godzilla or the monsters on tv." "When I was just eight years old I left my lips out in the cold and they turned blue, what could I do. They turned blue what could I do. I love my lips!" "Welcome to silly songs with Larry, this is the part of the show where Larry comes out and sings a silly song." "Oh where is my hairbrush...oh where is my hairbrush, oh where oh where oh where is my hairbrush." "I lost my poor hairbrush, (but larry you don't have any hair.) Can't find my my poor hairbrush. WHAT! No hair for my hairbrush!? Not fair my poor hairbrush, no hair for my hairbrush, no hair not fair, no hair not fair, my poor hairbrush." Oh yah The waterbuffalo song, stand up stand up for what you believe in, ceeeeeeeeeeeeeebbbbbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuu, and of course Wow 99's His Cheeseburger his lovely cheeseburger, he'll wait for you ooo oh he'll wait for you oooo. And if the world suddenly ran out of cheese he would get down on his hands and knees. And if someone accidently dropped his cheese in the dirt, he clean it off for you , he'd clean it off for you , he'd clean that dirty cheese off just for you, cuz you are....his....cheese bur...ger!" (It's a song about a guy that loves cheeseburgers) Um yah definately proveggie :P ;)

Txt cuz you can play with all the colors.

Spam!? Hmmm, reminds me of cat food. Heath Cliff or Garfield?

<_< Hi Everyone! Hope you all have a very Happy Easter!!!! Here is an Easter card for everyone on STSF!!!! Congrats NDak! http://www.riversongs.com/flas1/hope.html

Starfleet Officer's Personal Log SD: 0408.25- SD: 0409.07 The crew and myself boaded a shuttle for transport to the runabout Mickey Mouse, our belongings intact and accounted for. It is most certainly an unusual name for a Starfleet vessel. I must say that I finished conversing with Daryus reguarding personal matters, that were overshadowing me. While in regeneration prior to the Klingon Banquet in the Great Hall, I experienced what every drone classifies as a "memory" , it is also referred to as a "nightmare". I was taken back to the collective and observing through my own eyes the events that took place, they were very discomforting as well as horrifying. I saw a drone approaching me, behind. another drone dragging Ensign Daryus away for slaughter and then I was awakened, pressed to speak with him. I confronted him with my fears. He took me to the Balcony overlooking the sunrise of Q'nos. The site was breath taking. He merely stated I was having flashbacks, remembering and a quite normal experience being severed from the collective for three years. Daryus was very comforting, I embraced that comfort fully. We displayed public affection of taking ones hand in the other. My emotions crumbled, my head met his shoulder, he kissed me only after I conveyed my most true feelings of affection toward him, a question of love answered in my borg way, affirmative. We boarded the runabout and rondevoued with the command team. We were given our quarters and proceeded to the debriefing after breakfast. I then was summoned by Starfleet Medical in their west coast Earth head quarters. This had caused me to miss the function and information but everything is functioning adequately. Daryus, I was given word, that he is coming shortly to meet with me and share data from the debriefing. <----END LOG---->

Eminem, because some of his lyrics are 'ight. Who is 2 Live Crew? This is a toughy. Randy Johnson or Rodger Clemens?

:P Really Zaphod!?? :P :D *Looks at Zaphod borgified stunned , and then with a grin in her eyes.*

:P Van Roy it's all good. Hey All, Sorry for the confusion. Ok serious, how bout Star Trek Cereal.

Darrik, I don't know your portrait, but this one looked familiar. :P Ok let's find Dr. Pepper Bubble gum.

Here you go koolaidman! This was taken from Spam 25% Less Sodium. Hmm I wonder?....Let's see if we can find a picture of Crystal Pepsi.

Hello All! For the duration of shore leave, I am going to speak with Daryus. I would agree answers are waiting and a long coversation has been long over due. I wish to surprise him with the matter after seeming nonappreciative and my dimeener toward him the last few weeks of our ongoing mission aboard the Qob. I have magic edit packed my generator amongst my belongings in last correspondence. I wish you all the best on shore leave and look forward to seeing you, along with myself, Daryus,and the Hod as the crew of the Qob once we have heard positively from the Klingon Empire. Also, if you wish to have me take on the action of a drone during your shore leave, I would be happy to.

Starfleet Officer's Personal Log SD: 0408.18 I have collected my quarters into cargo to be boarded in shuttle bay. Without judging, I do not agree with this manor of behavior at all. Without the crew taking offense, it is rather barbaric, illogical. Furthermore, I do not know what lies ahead for myself...or the rest of the crew. The actions taken by the klingon councilmen leave uncertainty as to their relations with us: fellow or captor? IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. Yes, there is frustration, much. Borg, or any race for that matter, do not take to being treated as animals. (No offense to Daryus) On a more personal note, it has occurred to me that if post-ruling of the empire, we were to board their vessel regeneration would not be possible for I assume there are no borg serving them. For this reason, I have packed all transportable and necessary coponents of the regenerator, I shall leave nothing intact....thinking that fellow officers will follow in the same manor. My behavioral pattern is to be expected. I have been aboard three years, separate from the collective. As normal, I do experience and display my more human attributes, but after such period of time it is rather difficult not to think as I do. More importantly, I will always be borg and I will always be human. When taking on new behavior, one doesn't just vanish, it merely subsides from the other. It is expected with exposure to other cultures and behaviors as well, that one does adapt to such actions. It, however, is not always truthfull. These are not complaints, only concerns. I do not approve of being cloaked between another Klingon vessel and an class M planet. Apparently, as that was the case, tension was optimal on the Meh. Daryus, Lt. Random, Messner, Myself...I purposely locked the controls to the science console. In the event of Chancellor inspecting my station, I feared he would use the ship's computer to his advantage. If any "problems" arose, I were to confirm to him that our systems were functioning normally while, without his notice, tapping a specific button on the console to override my command. As a borg, you trust no one. Trust is earned and learned in a specific manor over time, not handed out at your feet on a silver platter with bloodwine as a supplemental beverage. (No offense to fellow Klingon crew) I am merely speaking in reference to our "guests." However, it is applicable to all cultures as well. All systems were nonaccessable, except for Main Engineering. With main decks pending ship wide inspection, officers insulted, commands overriden, crew shoved aside as if they were meaningless prey, and their honor....meaninglessly put under recognition while they endured the heated glare screaming out "Why should I" from the councilmen. Our guests behaved rather odd. I will clarify. What knowledge I do obtain and recall reguarding Klingon high archy is, At a moment's notice or latter, they obtain authority under Klingon law inspection of any and all vessels under both suspiscion or penalty to sieze all passing vessels. They must consult the captain prior to accessing ship's systems and vital records which are classified starfleet information. Their ruling has no exception without inclusion of prior confrontation with the captain. Klingon high archy can, I understand the matter, evacuate a vessel and it's crew under penalty. My opinions are like nanoprobes, not everyone has one. Those that do not posess these technological modifications go about their opinions in various approaches. The matter displaying positive attributes. Moreover, on the display of odd behavior from our guests. Science failed to undergo inspection, I am greatful, yet uncertain as to why this occurred. Evidently, their requests were fulfilled at the crew's expense. Referring back to our time travel, as we re entered Klingon space, our territory as well as other klingons, our sensors indicated an onscreen view of the M class planet Qu'nos and its sister planet also M class not too far from our location. It was at this time we encountered the Klingon vessel, cloaked I believe. No activity was detected in this region of space for quite some time and assessing our crew seemed logical as their first action. Accessing our database was one thing, however, our duty rosters and vital records were of no use to them......or were they?? Rather convenient for a vessel baring the Klingon mark to be sustained in mid orbit around an M class planet its contents nearby, the Klingon Empire. Hmmm?? Obvious for the fellow vessel to be cloaked in viewscreen range, weapons locked, communications and main systems online at the percise moment our vessel was hailed. Is it not?? Name, rank, and status of every starfleet officer aboard obtained as quickly as a harsh blow from a batlef could injury a warrior/officer. Boarding our vessel, accessing our systems to make the only alternative, to serve you as we are as defensless as a bird of prey without shields, clinched tightly in fists of furry. Uncertain of our demise or duty. Questioning ourselves, is this truely our home or will we take on the manor and composition of space dust in an alternate parrallel universe?? Truely, are these who stand before you honorable leaders or are they merely birds of prey challenging their honor, as a means to overthrow or structural integrity, take away our honor, and leave us to stand before them while they partake in the amusement of laughing in our faces?? That lies uncertain...........for us............the crew of the IKC Qob/Lakota....to find out. (The above content, was not meant to anyone, but rather compiled only of thoughts and concerns maintaining positivity.) Personally, I accepted Daryus' invitation and took his concern for myself and other members of the crew to heart. I also reminded him, he was not obligated to follow through with his sincere offer particularly in our circumstances. However, I knew the meaning behind his acquiring my presence and thought it to be very kind of him. <----END LOG---->

Assistant Science Officer's Log SD: 0408.17 For this mission, I have made a "joint record" with Hod Kbear. I will insert the data in its transcribed form here. It includes my record as well. [sTSF_KBear] ::stepping down from the speaking stand:: ::turns hearing Angie:: [sTSF_KBear] The Ship is to go on leave for 3 full months... [Ens._Angie5] ::nods with understanding:: [sTSF_KBear] You will be transported to your home worlds. [sTSF_KBear] At the end of 3 months we all will be called back together to see what our fate is. [Ens._Angie5] I do not express any particular feelings for our fellow councilmen. [Ens._Angie5] They are rather odd mannered and I do not wish for myself or the rest of the crew to be treated like animals. [Ens._Angie5] *ahem* ::composes:: They were very disturbing. [sTSF_KBear] They better be... [sTSF_KBear] nice to this vessle. [sTSF_KBear] Prepare for leave. [sTSF_KBear] I must do the same: [Ens._Angie5] "I serve the klingon council, it is my duty to protect it and protect it I shall." <---As the captain may or may not have been thinking, The captain serves the Qob vessel with honor as well and it is the captain's duty to protect it and that is what she shall do. *ahem* [sTSF_KBear] We have orders from Martok Himself to vacate the vessle. We must follow those orders [Ens._Angie5] While on duty I made a parimeter scan of the planet at coordinants 0012.10 mark 5, it is habital and adequate for hiding. I locked the science console so that with a tap of a button, records were accessable. [sTSF_KBear] I am also not happy with his choice but we must do as he has ordered. [Ens._Angie5] I followed suit of the crew and sent my duty records to the Maqah vessel. [sTSF_KBear] No all will go to their repectable home worlds.. If you not not have one you can either return to earth or remain here on Qronos. [Ens._Angie5] I am containing myeslf, however, I realize being around klingons, it is acceptable to act as they do in circumstances such as ours. [Ens._Angie5] I shall prepare for leave, they can do as they wish, know my data as they wish, but I and the crew will defend this vessel behind Hod with honor. [Ens._Angie5] I have said my piece and made record of it. [sTSF_KBear] HIja<< Good> GO [Ens._Angie5] I must tend to the task at hand and then regenerate. Our orbit facing Qu'nos has been halted by the Klingon empire and our vessel siezed at moments noticed. We were to udergo ship-wide inspection at 0900 hours. During this time, I stood in front of my station, my face without expression. Lt. Sg. Messner stated over comm, his "hunch" of distrust toward the councilmen and ordered Lt. Random to have an escape route at ready. Evidently, I was not alone with this "hunch". The councilmen were beamed back to the Maqah vessel and the crew was to go to the mess hall and be informed of the coucil's manor of proceedings. <----END LOG---->

Classic movies.

<In that last comment was talking about Seiben. ^ Is on the other side of the world.

^Is an olympics fan.

Thank You Atragon and Randy. Yes Darrik there are well sorta LOL. I live in Idaho. :lol:

Personal Log SD: 0408.10 Supplamental Another busy day aboard the Qob. I do not have anything negative to say. I submitted my logs to the captain and my chronicles were found qualified for the ship's Starfleet Database. As the crew and myself were immersed in question as to our location, that question received an immediate response. We had succeeded in returning to Klingon space in the 24th Century. I was relieved along with the rest of the crew, to learn this information. My cordical implant is functioning adequately. I am glad to see Kwalus back on duty after remembering nothing prior to this time. I was a little confused as to our status aboard the ship, but clarification was most helpful in my understanding of the present events unfolding. I am, however, wondering if there is a connection between Chancellor's officials and the fleet of Klingon Warships we have encountered. The crew is on standby battle mode and weapons manually, not to mention, intentionally offline. I am gravely concerned for Bch and the rest of the crew. I realize the situation only appears to be "fateful", but I am maintaining a more posative outlook. Kain, Kroells, and Koralev were released to their posts. I have aspirations of Kroells being more "composed". I would assume that for him, his spontaneous actions of zeal are normal. Pleasent at the appropriate time perhaps. Daryus seems to have that glean in his eyes towards the Lt. Sg. Perhaps he sees as I do, something that reminds Daryus of himself only in Kroells. Hmm, this assumption is only a matter of observational opinion. I am not certain, but there is something rather intriguing about that feline twitching his tail. It seems rather cute, on a more personal note, I have become rather fond of it. <-----END LOG---->

Assistant Science Officer's Log SD: 0408.10 After turning in my logs, I proceeded down to main engineering for duty. The prior calculations were affirmative. The time device was successful in modifying our location. We were now in orbit of Qo'nos, homeworld of the klingon empire, in the 24th Century. After confirming our whereabouts, Van Roy received orders to shut down the device that was now completly integrated into the ships systems. I, however, took initiative and carried out the order. I returned to the bridge, only to be disturbed by a cordical implant misfire. Lt. Random suggested that I report to sickbay at once. Upon doing so, I activated the EMH and the proper adjustments were made, I was cleared to return to the bridge. During this time, Random had received an on-screen transmission from the Klingon Council. I was uncertain, but wondering of any connection between Chancellor's officials and what our sensors detected in front of us. The Qob was faced with eight Klingon Bird of Prey, one mother ship and the fleet was ready for attack. I proceeded to my station under "battle mode" and prior to engaging scans of our visitors, I had been ordered to discontinue all weapons and scans. I followed through, as well as brought up the suggestion of using a weapon that covered a mass area. My hypothesis was, if we targeted the mother ship's weapons arrey, the seven guard vessels would engage a full blown attack on the Qob, us being outnumbered. My statement was heard but Daryus and Messner had an alternative. Meanwhile, Bch spoke with Chancellor and his officials regarding the situation at hand. Bch and Kwalus were ordered to beam directly to the council at once. Their transport was initiated and reported successful. With weapons manually offline, the Qob holds its position cloaked behind a moon, relavent to the position of Qo'nos in Klingon space. However, the crew is not alone. The other Klingon Warship stands at ready as we await for the fate of the Qob to be determined. <------END LOG------->

First Name: Angie Borg Designation: 5 of 16 Last Name: Spike Nickname: Angie5 or Lilvalleygirl Birth date: SD 8204.21 Birth Place: Centralia, Washington, Earth Rank: Lt. Junior Grade Assistant Science Officer/Physical Sciences Specialist Entered Starfleet: entered Starfleet on SD 0403.03 Graduated Starfleet Academy SD: 0404.14 Parents: Mother: Lt. Kimmy Spike Security Officer~U.S.S Enterprise NCC 1701 Chief Of Security~U.S.S Enterprise NCC 1701/ U.S.S Enterprise NCC 1701-D Father: Lt. Commander Calvin Spike Tactical Officer~U.S.S Enterprise NCC 1701/ USS Enterprise NCC 1701-D Asst. Chief Engineer~U.S.S Enterprise NCC 1701 Asst. Chief Engineer~ U.S.S Enterprise NCC 1701-D Starfleet History: My father and mother served as officers aboard the starship Enterprise NCC 1701. While heading to my Starfleet Academy Training on a nearby starbase, our shuttlecraft encountered an unfamiliar spacial anomaly. With our sensors disabled and no communications, we were trapped in a time portal and jumped approximately 100 years into the future. We were rescued by the Federation and beamed aboard the starship Enterprise 1701-D. My father and mother were sent to Starfleet to be retrained and restored to their original rank. I, on the other hand, was escorted to the academy shortly after. My father served as Tactical Officer, and then was moved to engineering as Chief until he retired from Starfleet and returned home to Earth. My mother continued her duties as Chief Of Security and was captured and assimilated by the Borg, while on an away mission in the Alpha Quadrant. As part of my Cadet training, I was sent on an away mission to investigate an unknown planet, to research developments and further use of dilythium crystals. I was captured by the Borg and brought aboard the cube for assimilation. Upon seeing my mother I tried to escape, I was sedated and vanished from Starfleet Academy as MIA for three years from earth year: 2374. As part of the collective, we attacked the planet Cait. Many were killed and one captured. Starfleet then rescued the Caitian and took him back with them to Starfleet H.Q. I was unaware of the time that passed from then until our entrance into the Delta Quadrant. I was separated from the collective, unnamed, and then designated 5 of 16. We then set course and invaded a nearby planet for supplies. During the invasion, we were attacked by a federation starship. Many of my kind were killed, the rest rescued. Daryus Dracal rescued me. Although I have no recollection of the events that occurred, Later, I learned I was dissimilated and my mother was returned to Earth to live with my father. The Enterprise had completed their voyage and I re-joined Starfleet Academy for further cadet training. Another strange event occurred. I met the man who I was told I captured and whose wife I was told I killed, while attending the academy. He wasn't quite human, but half Caitian, rather familiar. He was known as Daryus Dracal and he didn't waste time about informing me about the chain of events that occurred three years prior to my rescue, very efficient. Pending gratuation from the academy, I was on a training mission aboard a U.S.S. vessel under the command of Captian NDak and appointed Chief Engineer. We were investigating a spacial distortion and I gave the Captain the "all clear" for us to enter the distortion, as a means to continue on our voyage, when the vessel exploded. However, showing great assurance and risking the lives of myself and the crew, I was promoted to the rank of Ensign and graduated as well. On SD 0404.14, myself and Daryus were sent to a local starbase to conduct scientific research. On SD: 0404.18, we received orders from starfleet to assist the Klingon/Federation vessel IKC Lakota Qob. Daryus and I learned that the sister ship Lakota was destroyed and the Qob , heavily damaged. Ourselves and the crew were caught in a temporal annomaly and swept 30,000 light years into the Alpha Quadrant. Now, we the crew, find ourselves halted aboard a Federation ship awaiting debriefing and our vessel siezed by the Klingon Empire. We have no choice, but to wait for their decision of rule pending three months. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Medical Information Height: 5' 2" Weight: 110 lbs Eye Color: Light Blue Hair Color: Ash Brown with Strawberry Blonde Highlights Age: 22 Race: Human/Altered Borg Blood Type: B- with Borg nanites Characteristics: Human, with Borg external implants above the right eye, below the left ear and right side of the chin Internal Structure: Human, with Borg internal implants. Mental Capacity: Normal with Borg implants capable of storing and remembering a large volume of information. Additional visual acuity from Borg Retinal and ocular implants. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Starfleet Information Experience: Prior training as CSCI, ASCI, ASCI 1, CMO, AMO 2, CENG, OPS, TAC, and CSEC. Self-training on piloting an escape pod. Trained by her father Lt. Commander Calvin Spike as a child, in Tactical. Interests: Science, Reflection, Nature, Music, Guitar, Drums, American, Mexican, Chinese, Italian, Thai, and Cajun Cuisine, Ancient Sword Fighting, Taikwando Martial Arts, Computers, Reading, and Collecting Die cast Classic Car Models. Personal Collection: Ba'leth from Daryus, Electric guitar from the late 20th century, Drum Pad, Two pairs of drumsticks, and the Klingon Dictionary, literature from earth about the starship Voyager.

Please keep in mind that while in Vegas, it was Koralev that went with Daryus to the surface. My word pad messed up. Assistant Science Officer's Log SD: 0406.08 to SD: 0408.03 The Qob has certainly had its share of adventure and our mission is far from over. From inflicting each other with stab wounds to being thrusted backwards and forward in time, as well as being a galactic yo-yo by several temporal/spacial annomalies, we, the crew find ourselves in by far the most unusual of pardicaments. Bch has decided to stay aboard the ship with Messner and the rest of the crew. I have been confronted daily with the most abstract science known to borg. And well, our commanding structure is no ECH, but yet thrown upside down and backwards for the time being. I have recorded all current events in my personal log, but will also reinterate them here. Duty aboard the Qob went apparently as usual. We plotted a course around the annomalies and persued orbit around planet earth in the year 2004. In short, we sent Daryus and Koralev down by shuttle to the "Las Vegas" surface. They were known to the humans as nothing more than individuals in costume. Ensign Daryus had a rather interesting confrontation with "a man dressed as a klingon" outside a rather large building and received a stab wound. After treatment, he kept the klingon's knife as a memento of the occassion. Meanwhile, we lost Rhoz and his team while attempting to retrieve the shuttle. Apparently, they were shot down by a civian aircraft. I was given the duty of locating Rhoz and his team. I isolated and locked onto the relay signal of the "Vegas" broadcast. I have advised Ensign, now Lt. Jg. Daryus of the sanitizing threesome in the brig, as to the appropriate consequences of their actions. Which consists of a whole nother story, as always with now, can you believe it, Lt. Sg. Kroells. As honorable or not as their intentions were, Daryus took his concerns, advisements and executable starfleet protacol plan to acting Hod Messner, who gave the Ensigns at the time, consequences for their actions. With that said, shortly after Random's recovery, Rhoz's disappearance, and injury of the crew, the Qob was confronted by an enemy Klingon Bird of Prey and I believe twelve of it's crewmen were beamed aboard and were taken as prisoners in the brig by Daryus. The majority of our crew resides in sickbay with multiple stab wounds and loss of memory. The rest of engineering is being entertained by the security kitty in the brig. Us who are left on the bridge, along with Daryus and those in the brig, are myself, Hod Messner, and Bch. The klingon prisoners were subject to a bit of recreation compliments of the three Ensigns, ending in a dozen casulties. Meanwhile, we were tracking the Bird of Prey's ion signature. I ran several perimeter, isolation, and diagnostical scans, recording all the information I could before being called to assist Van Roy with a time portal device in Cargo Bay 1. It was quickly assumed and taken to heart, that the device was in working order and immediately put into action. My assumptions and calculations of the device to Bch and Van Roy, were that the device may have adapted easily to our systems regardless of small storage space with the devices location. I recommended and requested further research of the device, only to be quickly reminded of a very short amount of time before proceeding further. Van Roy took the initiative and activated the device and I followed Bch's orders to monitor any and all power disturbaces, as well as fluctuations while the device was engaged. Greatfully in my report, there were no malfuctions. As of now, our location is presently exiting orbit of 2004 planet earth, being warped into space and time without Rhoz and his team. On a side note, Random is presently consulting procreation options to Presley's benefit with the doctor in sickbay. I am standing by with the crew monitoring our status, plan of action in the events to come, and studying further on starfleet science. <-----End Log----->

Please keep in mind while in Vegas, it was Koralev that went with Daryus to the surface. My word pad messed up. Starfleet Officers Personal Log SD: 0406.08 to SD: 0408.03 My records have not been brought current for quite some time. I have been told by Daryus reduntantly that I am experiencing feelings of being lax and very quickly, yet compassionately in a professional manor told to "Get with it." I have also continually acknowledged that these tendancies are my human side showing through. Daryus has been greatly concerned with my lack of action aboard the Qob and my "borgatude." I have no complaints and a lot of events at the time, were overwhelming me. The exploration of three different temporal annomalies was the most puzzling of situations. Annomalies of the same composition, same signature, but different behavior and altering characteristics really create a labrenth for an assistant science officer. My worries of our chief science officer Random are over, she has made sufficient recovery from the virus and has returned to duty. The down side, she is still infected to my knowledge. After exiting the annomalies, we found ourselves in orbit around earth, sustained in space above a territory known as Las Vegas, earth year 2004. It was then that I and the members of the crew noticed Rhoz and his team were missing. During this time, Ensign Daryus accompanied Kroells via shuttle to the surface in costume. He could have been referred to as "Las Vegas Show Kitty", his attire made his intelligence evident. Let me further clarify, bright. Resuming with my records. Daryus and Kroells landed on the surface of the planet and immediately were noted to the human public as "individuals in costume." Daryus had a sparring confrontation outside a large building known as "The Hilton" and was made public by media as "a rather tall man in a cat costume was stabbed by an angry man in a Klingon costume." Although that wasn't the exact quote, I was given the order to isolate the frequency of their transmission and lock onto the broadcast. The crew recovered in sickbay and during investigation on the planet, Rhoz and his team were shot down by a civilian aircraft. We have intact an emergency command structure due to the majority of the crew recovering in sickbay with conditions from stab wounds to loss of memory. Our situation resulted from persuit and distruction of an enemy Klingon Bird of Prey. During the attack, we beamed aboard their engineers and took them into custody as prisoners. On a side note Bch's sons are guests aboard the Qob. Getting back to the prisoners, Daryus made them feel at home in the brig. Ensign Kain was spotted near the prisoners cell, along with Lt. Sg Krolles and Ensign Koralev toturing the prisoners with the sanitizer, which had deadly results. I advised Daryus of the proper route to handle the situation. He honorably confronted the trio and Hod Messner to administer the consequences. On a more personal note, I confronted now Lt. Jg Daryus with my "feelings" of compassion towards him and I do admit I was rather stand-offish toward him as well. I do realize now, that this is more than just an attraction. Ahem, composing myself, we will continue being professional in our duties as starfleet officers and as for our relationship, it will remain close on a more personal note. <------END LOG------->