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  1. Did you just call me a rabid dog??? :(
  2. Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish AENG | USS Reaent SD 0402.24 >Begin< Captain Ty Montiar and his first officer, Commander Raymond DiNazo, sat in the officer’s mess of the as yet commissioned USS AIDA, NCC-87249, Saber-Class, looking over personnel files. “You know,” DiNazo said to his captain, who looked up briefly from the pADD in his hand to his first officer. “Picking a Chief Engineer, it’s a big decision.” “Yeah I know,” Montair said, pointing to a large mug of coffee, “That’s why I have this.” “I am surprised Starfleet didn’t just give us one,” DiNazo said as he leafed through the PADDs sprawled out on the table. “I mean, we’re not going to know what to do if they keep letting us have so much…freedom.” Montair smirked. “Well you know,” he said in between coffee sips, “If this were my first time ‘round they would, but since this is what…my third command, they figure I can pick my own crew.” “Oh,” DiNazo said grinning, “Is that how you got me?” “No,” Montair said coyly, “You I got stuck with.” They smirked and continued looking through the files. Occasionally one of them would speak up, making a comment about a perspective candidate. “What about O’Shannon?” “Maybe,” Montair said, “Put him in the maybe stack.” “Jules?” “I don’t know,” DiNazo replied. “Kind of hot tempered.” “For an Engineer?” “Yeah…” “Oh….uhh no then.” Finally they had narrowed the list down to seven PADDs all of which set neatly in front of them. “What about the Dameon?” DiNazo said looking at the seventh PADD, which he picked up from the end of the line. “Lieutenant Junior Grade Sheng-Ji Marish, Assistant Engineer, USS Reaent.” “Michael’s pet dog?” DiNazo smirked. “I don’t think Lt. Marish would see it that way, but yes.” Montair picked up the PADD with the Dameon’s muzzle on it and looked it over. “Hmm, Danm near blew the ship up, that’s promising…” “Has extensive training in weapons, some field experience, and helped build the USS Reno, Saber-Class…and yes…nearly blew the Reaent into a million pieces.” Montair seemed to think about that line of credentials for a moment, “Don’t throw him away yet, but let’s have a look at the others.” A few hours later, the list had narrowed again, and ‘Michael’s Pet Dog’ was still in the running. “Hmm,” Montair said looking over the remaining three finalists. “We keep coming back to Lt. Marish.” “Yeah we do,” DiNazo said, he picked up the PADD, although by now he’d memorized the important points of the Starfleet Bio. “What do you think, should we give the boy a shot?” Again the Captain of the USS AIDA seemed to debate these issues in his head before finally speaking. “Well he doesn’t have much in the way of Command experience and didn’t do all that well in the command level courses, but he knows the in’s and out’s of a Saber-class, and that counts for something. So he nearly blew up a ship, I guess if we throw him out for that, will have to prosecute me too.” DiNazo smirked. “Heh,” was all he said before growing serious again. “We’re going to have a lot of younger crew on this boat…he could be an asset.” “He’s a little older than most of them, and at least has some field time,” Montair said. “The other two are fresh from the Academy…you know what that means.” “They think by the book means ‘by the book’,” DiNazo said looking briefly at the other two PADDS. “Exactly,” the Captain said placing the other two to the side, “At least this one is already house broken…” “No Pun Intended?” “Meh.” “So that settles that?” “Yep,” Montair said leaning back, “You want me to contact him, or would you rather do it?” DiNazo thought for a moment. “Why Captain,” he said. “I wouldn’t dream of bogging you down with paper work, of course I’d be happy to contact Lt. Marish and inform him of his transfer.” “Tell him if he takes the job,” Montair said smirking, “He’ll be promoted to full Lieutenant, and he’ll even get his own office and everything.” “Right sir,” DiNazo said standing, “I’ll get right on it.” ____ On the Reaent, a few Hours before Last Week’s Sim. Sheng-Ji Marish had just stepped into his quarters for a moment; he had needed to freshen up before returning to engineering for his duty shift as “chief.” But what had started out as a simple trip, turned into something all together different as he walked in to notice a blinking light indicating a message. Sheng-ji sauntered over to the desk and hit the button with a claw. After entering his personal access code, he started to change uniforms, he really didn’t care about seeing the message—he could hear quite well. The voice on the recording was unfamiliar, it was gruff, but with a paradoxically smooth quality to it, and from the sounds of it, the man on the other end was middle aged. “Lt. Marish,” the voices started. Straight foreword. “My Name is Commander DiNazo, First Officer of the USS Aida,” DiNazo’s voice crackled over the comm. A name to the voice, but why would a commander contact me—directly? “Lt. I am going to cut the crap and get straight to the point,” DiNazo’s voice was all business, “Captain Montair and myself are…requesting…that you take position of Chief of Engineering aboard the USS Aida…” “Pause recording,” Sheng-Ji blinked, and returned to the sitting area where the computer terminal was. With ears like his, he knew he hadn’t missed that. Chief of Enigineering!?! “Computer, Resume recording from time index Alpha 15.6.” A few beeps later the screen flashed back to life, DiNazo’s chiseled distinctly Italian face filled the screen once more. “Captain Montair and myself are…requesting…that you take position of Chief of Engineering aboard the USS Aida,” the message repeated. “I know this is coming as a surprise to you,” DiNazo said. That’s an understatement. “However,” the message continued, despite Sheng-ji’s increasing bewilderment. “The Captain and I think, that after a careful review of your personnel file, that you are exactly the man for the job, I have included a full file on the Aida and her specs, as well you will find attached orders for you to report to the Adalenne Shipyards, where the Aida is in the final stages of completion. However, since I know that the Reaent is currently a fair distance from Adalenne, I have put your transfer orders on hold until you complete your current mission. I look forward to hearing from you. Captain Micheals and Commander Ridire will be informed shortly of your transfer. Congratulations Lieutenant Marish, Godspeed. This Message Ends Now.” >End<
  3. Who you callin' a mutt??
  4. Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish AENG | USS Reaent SD 0501.29 >Begin< Something it seemed was always happening around this vessel. And for some reason, Sheng-Ji just couldn’t stay clear of it. Sure they’d managed to avoid near death—yet again and avert a war with the Romulan Empire. But now he was claw deep into an investigation of possible sabotage. He was an engineer, not a detective. In fact he wasn’t even an explorer. Everyone else it seemed on this ship was ready to encounter the unknown, but Sheng-ji was rather content with dealing with what he knew about—which didn’t include intergalactic strife or sabotage. As he and Graham made their way to Security, Sheng-ji could only sigh internally. Why he had ever left Utopia Planetia for one of these fleet jobs was compeletly beyond him. Oh sure, they made it look all nice on the brochure: “Come see the Galaxy in Style,” or “Do your duty for the Federation,” or “Be all that You Can be in Starfleet.” He’d roll over and play fetch if they’d change it to: “Come Blow up your Captain,” or “Be Shot at by Hostile Aliens,” or “Be Blown Up by your own crew!” It was a good thing his hair was already silvery-gray, because it if it weren’t, by the time he left the Reaent—he’d have plenty of gray hairs. The worst thing was, he wasn’t even doing what he’d spent 1/3 of his life training to do. Oh sure he’d taken the basic engineering classes, learning how to reroute a fault plasma inducer, or change a light bulb in a science lab. But that wasn’t why he’d entered Starfleet—no he’d trained to build and design weapons systems. Of course, that was just what he’d been doing a few hours ago…and he saw how that turned out. “Oh great maker,” he thought to himself. “Give me patience to see you will.” More than ever in his life, he felt himself questioning the will of the maker. Which of course only made things worse. The humans had a phrase…”the lord works in mysterious ways.” Perhaps the same was true with his god. Perhaps the maker worked in mysterious ways, and all of this strife was testing him fro some other, greater purpose. Only he knew for sure. >End Log<
  5. You have a problem with the Canine species, Cat Lady??
  6. Heh usually when a Non-GM player is an XO or CO...people usually die....or is that just when N'Dak's MCO or MXo... I know that record is like XO: 9-36-2 and CO is like 4-16-0....heh
  7. ::grins Evilly:: Happy Birthday Talon!
  8. Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish AENG | USS Reaent SD 0501.05 >Begin< Sheng-ji sat to the side of engineering at a consol working by himself, running dynamic simulations of how to expose a Romulan warbird for her sheath of energy. It wasn;t nearly as easy as it sounded. He tapped away, looking busy as ever. But he could feel it: the look of the other crewmen on his back, looking at the ears, the claws—and fangs had he been smiling. Humans, he had decided, for all their benevolence, were still something of racists. They feared, or at least were overtly curious to the point being of irritatingly so, any race that deviated from their humanoid norms. He’d scene it as a cadet, and continued to see it here on the Reaent. Normally he’d ignored it, but lately, the certain and annoying stares from the junior officers was really starting to annoy him. It was probably nothing, and he should let it go by the way side. But somehow, he just couldn’t. But despite that, he still had a task at hand, and he needed to concentrate solely on that task. If there were a Romulan Warbird out there, she wasn’t going to be to happy to see two Federation vessel in the neutral zone. At that was never a good thing when the point-ears weren’t happy. He rubbed his eyes, as he took a momentary rest from the simulations and mathematical equations. This was more along his lines of work, than replacing a light fixture in a science bay, but still it was taxing, and he was beginning to show the signs of a tired, overworked young officer. Which could only mean one thing—after another cup of strong coffee—he’d be ready for another 16 hours of work. >End Log<
  9. Welcome to STSF!
  10. STARFLEET DATABASE PERSONELL FILES Name: Sheng-ji Marish Age: 29 Sex: Male POB: Dameon Prime Ht: 6'1" Wt: 195 lbs Rank: Lieutenant, Junior Grade Race: Dameon Father: Rakki Marish, Colonel, Dameon Defense Force, Deceased Mother: Qnea Marish, Secretary to General Nar’Ki Mang, Dameon Defense Force Siblings: none Scars: none Past History: The only child of Rakki and Qnea Mairsh. Sheng-ji grew up in the capital of Dameon Prime, Tykoo where his mother and father worked. From a young age, Sheng’ji showed little interest in following his father’s footsteps of a Military career; instead of playing soldier, he was always taking his toys apart and reassembling them. While disappointed that his son would not follow in the military tradition of the Marish name, Rakki was supportive, as was Qnea. When Sheng-ji entered primary schooling, he scored very high in the mathematics and technical fields. At age 17, Sheng-ji was enrolled in the Dameon Astrophysical Academy, the premier scientific school on Dameon Prime. While at the academy he was an average student in the base curriculum. It was not until he enrolled in the Academy’s Weapons Engineering sequence that he began to shine. At age 23, Sheng-ji graduated from the Academy with the equivalent of a doctorate in weapon system design, engineering and maintenance. Shortly after his graduation, at the encouragement of his father, Sheng-ji entered Starfleet Academy. He excelled in the Engineering tract. During his first year, his father was killed during an attack by Dominion forces on Dameon Prime. After taking a short sabbatical from the Academy for his fathers Funeral, Sheng-ji returned to Earth to complete his schooling. At age 28, Sheng-ji graduated from the Academy 35th in his class. After graduation he was assigned to the Utopia Planetia Fleet Yards and subsequently to the construction of the USS Reno, Saber-class, in its final phase as a Weapon Systems Engineer. Following the completion of the USS Reno, Sheng-ji was assigned to the USS Reaent as an Asst. Engineer. Recent Career History: Sheng-ji Marish served for several months on the USS Reaent as a beta shift worker before being moved up to Alpha shift. He was almost immediately thrust into the role of a ‘leader’ when he was forced into the role of Acting Chief Engineer when Chief McLean, along with several other Reaent crew were trapped aboard the USS Stephen Hawking. His tenure as Acting Chief ended when, in an effort to increase sensor sensitivity, allowing the Reaent to detect mines that were surrounding the marooned crew on the Hawking, went awry and nearly resulted in the destruction of the Reaent. Sheng-ji was reprimanded by Commander Aidan Ridire for his role in said near disaster. Service Record: -Assigned to the USS Reno Construction -Assigned to the USS Reaent, Asst. Engineer -Promoted to Alpha Shift, USS Reaent -Becomes Acting Chief of Engineering -Returns to rank of Asst. Engineer -Promoted to Lt. (Jg) by Captain Fred Micheals, USS Reaent ----- Species Profile: (From Starfleet Diplomatic Corps) The Dameon are an advanced warrior-oriented canine-like race. The Demeons were first encountered by Starfleet in 2302 by the USS Enterprise-B. They joined the Federation in 2314. Appearance is mostly humanoid with a few exceptions: Dameon’s have doglike ears located on top of their heads, fangs and claws. In addition, as a rule Dameon body hair is sparse, if not undetectable, in contrast to the hair on the head which is silver and kept long in both males and females. The also have a heightened sense of smell and hearing, but have slightly decreased sight. They also have a slightly longer life spans (140 years on Average) compared to Terrans. The Dameon once controlled a fairly large empire rivaling many of the modern Alpha Quadrant powers. A prolonged war with the Gorn Empire from 2176 to 2190, and a ensuing collapse of the Dameon monarchy led to the considerable decline of the Dameon Empire. A second war with the Gorn, 2218-2224, further weakened the Dameon Empire. The Second Gorn War reduced the number of colonies in what was now called the Dameon Republic from 18 before the war to 9. A disastrous plague and an economic collapse during the 2250’s reduced that number to 5. During the expansion of the Gorn Empire in 2260’s the once mighty Dameon forces were overwhelmed and the Dameon’s were forced back to there home system. Following a brokered peace agreement with the Gorn in 2271, the Dameon entered into a rebuilding period completed in 2295, seven years before first contact with the Federation. Subsequently, the Dameon joined the Federation as a full member.
  11. An Updated Bio ;)
  12. Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish AENG | USS Reaent SD 0412.10 >Begin< The whole of engineering seemed on edge as the Reaent hovered in the Neutral Zone. Not that Sheng-ji blamed any of the humans for being—what was it he was sensing—anxiety. He wasn’t telepathic—thankfully—personally he didn’t want to be bouncing anyone else’s thoughts around his head, but his people seemed to have a knack for perceiving fear and angst in others. Perhaps it was some ancient predatory instinct that hadn’t been lost. He had never met a Romulan, never had any reason to. Nor did he fear them. He read about them at the Academy, masters of deception they had been called; able to manipulate almost any situation to suite their needs. But as he sat looking over the status monitors, he couldn’t help but wonder why everyone was so anxious. The nervous chatter and tepid speech of his fellow shift mates getting to him as well, and it wasn’t long before the hair along his neck had began to stand slight, his ears we pinned back at attention and he was jumpy as a teran frog. It was as if the entire engineering staff expected a fleet of Romulan warbirds to decloak at any moment and blow them all to the next life. He shook off the ever growing angst, and continued watching the situation monitors. The warp-core’s soothing murmur helped. Times like this were the worst. The waiting, not knowing what would happen next. Your gripped by the unknown and powerless to control whatever is waiting for you behind door number one. One moment your like a snake crossing the road, blissfully unaware a car is speeding towards you—then whack—your road kill. Sheng-ji accepted the inevitability of death long ago. Only fools dream of immortality. He just hadn’t dwelled on death lately. But with the immediate future cloudy and hazy, he could not help but think thoughts of his own mortality as he watched the consoles flicker. His time would come some day—he just hoped that that time was not today. >End Log<
  13. Pearl Harbor (and unitll 9/11 the only real) was the first time in American History that we seemed mortal, and the only time America was attacked on American soil. Such an experience is unique through out our history. A little humanity reminds us who we are.
  14. Welcome to STSF! Hope to see you around the Academies :o
  15. Lt.(JG) Sheng-Ji Mairsh Asst. Engineer | USS Reaent SD 0411.24 >Begin< The warp core buzzed in Sheng-ji’s ears, calming him. He was frustrated with the lack of respect he often got from among his peers, but the growling and anger eased as he focused on his work at hand and pushed those other matters from his mind. Once again, Sheng-ji had found himself in ‘command’ of Engineering in a dangerous situation. Of course this time at least McLean was conscious—just no where to be found. The Gods apparently enjoyed testing him. What was the human phrase “what does not kill you, will only maim you,” or something like that. He released a deep breath as he rapped his claws over the “center” consol in Main Engineering. It was the nerve center for the entire Engineering section, and from it he was up to speed on every little power transfer, every out of alignment EPS Manifold. Running his clawed fingers over the consol, he felt, perhaps for the first time, that he had found a place for himself. Everyone was on edge, being so close to Romulan Space, and he was no different. While relations had improved between the two species, things weren’t as the humans would say “hunky-dory.” Not to mention they were in the middle of the Neutral Zone, in some sector of space with very little known about it that wasn’t ‘classified’ beyond the Dameon Engineer’s clearance level. He supposed that they might get lucky and nothing at all happen on the mission that was not supposed to happen—but then that seemed to rarely ever happen. He wondered if he was the Jonah…or if it were someone else that carried the bad luck to the crew. Relaxing ever so cautiously, Sheng-ji leaned back against the lightly padded chair, continuing to monitor the situation to assure that if anything happened he could react quickly to it. >End<
  16. Well the Expos are as good as gone. And from a legal point of view, the only thing that Montreal really has a calim to, based on past decisions, is the actual name "Montreal Expos." The team itself is currently owned and ran by the baseball owners collectivly (which is what makes this situation a little different from other teams where an individual owns the team) Still the point remains, contrary to popular belief you have no stake in an NFL team what so ever. If the San Fransisco 49'ers wanted to move to Orlando, they could. Montreal (unless the city actually owns the team, which I doubt they do.) has no real controll over the situation. As far as robbing someone, I don;t think this is at the level of say the Cleveland Browns to Baltimore or Baltimore Colts to Indy moves either.
  17. Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish AENG | USS Reaent SD 0411.08 >Begin< Batting his eyes open, Sheng-ji slowly pushes himself up from his bed. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light, he yawned, scratching behind his left ear with his claws, letting out a slight sound of enjoyment accompanying the yawn. After his eyes had adjusted, he looked for the clock across the room. There was still some time before they reached the coordinates they were headed towards, and several hours before he was to be on duty again. Having had a rather nice dog-nap, he felt a slight tinge of hunger. But first, he needed a shower, he smelt worse than any normal dog would ever want to. Undressing, he stepped into the smallish sonic shower stall and turned it on, letting the sonic pulses beat away at his skin. After a few minutes under the sonic barrage, he wrapped a towel around himself and went back into the living quarters. His living quarters, a single suite for junior officers, weren’t broom closet small, but weren’t the condos of the galaxies or sovereigns either. Not that Sheng-ji minded. Compared to other officers he knew, his were rather sparse in decoration. There was of course the customary furniture, a desk and chair, a couch and coffee table that doubled as the dinning table, and a nice sized bed. The only non-issue decorations in his neatly kept quarters were several small statues of the gods of his people—reminders of his mortality—and a picture of his parents that he kept by his bed. Other than that, it would be hard for an outsider to identify the inhabitant of the quarters. Sheng-ji had never been very sentimental, and he certainly wasn’t an expert in interior design. Still donning his towel, he stepped over to the smallish closet across from the bed. Sliding the closet door open he sorted through his array of clothing. Mostly duty uniforms, he had brought a miniscule collection of “civilian” clothing when eh had came aboard. Either because he rarely took time off, or simply because he was no slave to fashion, despite his rather striking looks. Finding a simple red kimono and a pair loose fitting red pants, he dressed himself, and then slid on a pair of leather sandals. Looking at himself in the nearby dresser mirror, he smiled showing his fangs. Flipping his flowing silver locks behind his back, he walked to the dresser opening a the top drawer, taking a simple black ribbon from one of the drawers and tied his hair in a pony tail, allowing two ‘tails’ of hair to remain flowing down from behind his ears and in front of his shoulders on either side in perfect symmetry. Satisfied he exited his quarters and entered the nearby lift, and for the first time since awakening spoke, “Forward Lounge.” Then retreated back into silence as the lift hummed to life carrying him towards the forward lounge. As the lift came to a measured and precise stop, and the doors opened with a controlled swoosh, Sheng-ji stepped out heading down the corridor towards the lounge. A bit anxious at being around the crew for really the first time since he had came aboard the Reaent, he entered through the double doors and found a quite window seat. >End Log<
  18. Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish AENG | USS Reaent SD 0411.03 >Begin< Sheng-ji set quietly, and alone, in the forward lounge of the Hawking. He had opted to stay onboard as one of the skeleton crew that would be needed. It wasn’t that he disliked the Reaent but he had become—in some way—attached to the nostalgic old ship he now found himself on. He watched the swirling nebula gas clouds out the window, where the now destroyed vessel had been. He wondered just exactly had been going on, but he knew that no immediate answer would be coming. He then focused his eyes on the Reaent, relaxing his ears to either side he sighed. Over there he was just an assistant, an assistant still probably in the dog-house. But over here on the Hawking, he was more or less the second in command. An interesting feeling for a young pup that had never intended to even be on a starship. Running his claws through his silvery hair he sighed yet again. He was thirsty and tired. The last few days had been emotionally and physically stressful. Right now he just wanted to relax. He ambled over to the small bar located to the side of the room facing the open windows, hoping to find anything worth drinking. He opened the first door to find nothing. “Figures,” he mumbled to himself. Then the second, finding a few empty, but clean glasses. He sat them on the counter then moved to the third and final cabinet door. He looked around it for a few seconds, until his eyes caught something—could it be—yes it was: an unopened bottle of Saurian Brandy that must have been left behind by the former crew. A most pleasing surprise indeed. “Finally something on this mission has gone right for me,” he smiled happily, showing his fangs. But just as he prepared to open it, he realized he was due back on duty any time—being liquored up on Saurian Brandy was a one way trip to the dog pound. Still, he had found something to take home with him as a souvenir. Smirking, he grabbed the engineering bag he had brought with him, and placed the medium sized bottle in the bag and covered it with some various engineering tools. As Sheng-ji zipped the bag and headed back to the main bridge of the Hawking, he smirked a bit—maybe this hadn’t been as big of waste of mission as he had thought it had been. And, hey, they got the Reaent back too. >End Log<
  19. Welcome to STSF :) Hope to see you arround. ;)
  20. Heh. Now Show me... A picture of Nixon on "Laugh In"
  21. I am just glad it's all over with.
  22. Over achieving Cardnials? Grom they had the best record in the NL! And four words for you: Curse of the Bambino. Cards sweep in four.
  23. Lt(jg) Sheng-ji Marish AENG | USS Reaent SD 0410.21 >Begin< Leaning back into his chair on the bridge of the Hawking, Sheng-ji sighed to himself as the stars in front of him passed on the viewscreen. This has not exactly been his idea of an ideal first mission. He had nearly destroyed his first assignment, and then lost it completely. Only to be left with a skeleton crew on a disserted vessel. He ran his claws through his shimmering, flowing silver locks. His keen hearing could pick up al the little noises on the bridge, the very beeping of a consol, the slight shudder of a deckplate under stress of being walked on. He contemplated his future. When the Hawking arrived at Starbase, there would be an investigation. People would ask questions, and then what? Would he be assigned to another vessel, or would he return to Utopia Planetia? At the moment his future was very uncertain, and it disconcerting for the Young Dameon. At the 32 years old, he thought he had finally found his place in the universe, but now that had all been vanished in a few brief hours. The great goddess was watching him, he was sure of that, but what did she have in mind for them, for him? As he sat, absorbing the events of the past few days, he wondered where his path would take him. What the future had in store for him and the remaining crew of the USS Reaent. He had not known many on the vessel that had simply disappeared, in fact he could only name a few officers. While he could tell many on the Hawking were shaken, to him, the loss had not actually hit him. Beyond the cost of lives, he felt disconnected from the crew. Like he wasn’t really part of it yet. Making friends had never been something he had been able to quickly or easily, and now that opportunity wouldn’t come for sometime. He hadn’t even met his Chief, when the disaster had happened. He looked back to the view screen. He hoped, and prayed, that the souls of the Reaent found there way home. He hoped that they cold find happiness, that they could find the great goddess. Lowly, he repeated the ancient death rite of the Dameon. “Neye eb he n’veris eb moryenua, eb lonar ye gurna, Lokmar n’derish rental, Marngho ebne yetle Vanteis. Ju n’Reanet koumar gurna. Aswena eb Morerrr Tye.” (Translation: May they find the way they seek, they are far from home, overcome the dark of night, help them arise to find the sun. Lead the Reaent Home. Now they are free.) He looked out the view screen and said lowly. “Now they are free.” >End<
  24. ::flashes his claws:: Enterprise bah!