MisterSmith

The first time I jumped into Star Trek fiction was the Genesis Wave series, but I stopped after the second book, because I was reading them as they came out, but never ended up reading the next one. If you like more than one series, the Double Helix books are wonderful. It's basically about a series of medical issues that stretch across all the series, even new frontier. There are 6 books, and each one is handled by a different series crew: TNG, TOS, DS9, VOY, New Frontier and then a Stargazer-ish novel with Picard, Tuvok and Beverly, I believe. It's well worth the read. Also, the A Time to... series is great. I think some of the best writers from the series are in there. Plus, it connects with two other books: One is the first Titan novel. As a TNG fan, the Titan series is rather interesting. It's a good read. But I'm also into Government, and the series also connects to Kieth R.A. DeCandido's Articles of the Federation. Outstanding Book. It basically profiles a year in the life of the new Federation President. I now know the names of nearly 120 of the 150 delegates to the Federation council. Someday I'm going to go through the book and make a list. So check out some of those series. Dr. Smith

Funny that Jami should appear here. I still remember when I graduated. But I think the story is already on the boards somewhere.

I don't think I've changed mine in a LONG time. but how about "Scientist, Simmer, Doctor, ______."

STSF is a great place. I started here almost 5 years ago as a newbie to simming. I was on StarTrek.com and stumbled in here. I have to tell you, that once you graduate from the academy and settle into an Advanced Sim or two, you won't find yourself quite as addicted. But I feel like I've grown as a person since stumbling over here, and so has Lt. Cdr. Smith. He's gone from a hard nosed Ensign in the Reaent Medical Department to an even more hard-nosed Lieutenant Commander and Chief of Science and sometimes even getting to spend a little time in the command chair. Hope you have a career that's just as sucessful. Smitty

The expression on Brian's face mirrored Debbie's own feelings. Anything to do with Cairo was both intriguing and downright painful. The Chief Science Officer had not been in on the detailed briefing provided the away team shortly before they left for the unidentified planet. Deb seriously doubted Brian ever considered the possibility some of the Cairo's crew might still be alive. She hadn't....until the briefing. Even then, Debbie wouldn't allow herself to believe such a thing was possible. All that changed when they found Lt. Montgomery's jacket. Brian deftly called up the personnel file for the jacket's owner as Debbie stood looking over his shoulder. Name: Montgomery, Ian Serial Number: CYZ0039282 Rank: Lieutenant Status: Deceased - 05303.30 The same picture she'd seen during her first inquiry appeared on the screen. Ian Montgomery was Caucasian with fair skin, brown eyes and dark hair. He was an attractive man who looked to be in his early thirties. Debbie already knew the Lieutenant was a Planetary Science Specialist assigned to the USS Cairo, NCC42136-A. Brian quickly confirmed that as well. But now that she had a little more time and Brian's assistance, Deb was determined to learn all she could about Lt. Ian Montgomery. "I know he was found in Compartment 4C on Deck 13," said Debbie, as she studied Montgomery's picture. She shook her head slightly, searching for a delicate way to phrase her next question. "What was the condition of his body?" she asked quietly. "Was he one of those identified by DNA only?" Brian sat puzzled. He had been the one who, nearly four years ago, had catalogued every single body from deck to deck, so that the families had atleast a small sense of closure. In his reports, he had also noted how each body was identified. "I haven't checked the records," he started, "but I have a feeling that he was identified by a DNA match. It's a shame too. I don't think the report listed any family members. The poor guy seemed to have just dissappeared from the world, without anyone knowing." Yet another puzzled look struck Brian. "So...What exactly does this have to do with the whole away mission?" Debbie hazard a quick glance at Smith, not quite sure how much she was at liberty to share with him. She nodded toward the small console." Find out where he was born and raised," she said, keeping her voice low. "Even if he had no family, there might be someone in his hometown who would remember him. They might be able to identify him from the picture. As a matter of fact, let's go back to his Academy days. Maybe he had a couple of buddies he hung out with and we could track them down." She glanced at the Captain and XO. They were both engrossed in the hunt for the old Miranda Class starship. Debbie put her hand on Brian's shoulder and leaned close to his ear. There was so much noise on the bridge she wanted to make sure he could hear without her having to yell. "There's a possibility whoever took out the Cairo kidnapped some of her personnel...may have taken personnel off other ships as well. They may still be alive." She nodded toward the jacket. "We found Montgomery's jacket on that backwater planet. How do you suppose it got there?"

I don't remember it anymore, but my favorite moment is probably when as a brand-spanking-new ensign in the medical department, I told Captain Fred that he needed to go see a shrink because he was having problems. He NEVER lets me forget that one. Or the constant begging for a trip to the bridge. Now I'm CSCI and I can't get off the damn thing.

"Where is he?" snapped Debbie as she hurried into Sickbay. Nobody had to ask who she was talking about. Rocco Studly pointed toward the isolation unit. "He just got back." "What I want to know is, how did he get out of here without anyone noticing?" Dr. Studly's shoulders slumped. "We noticed....about two minutes after he escaped. We tracked him to the conference room but decided not to interrupt the meeting. Merina is with him now. I was just on my way over there to make sure she didn't hit him or anything." "I hope she doesn't," quipped Debbie as she quickly made her way across Sickbay to the isolation units. "At least not until I've gotten my licks in." A moment later, Debbie and Studly joined Merina at Brian's bedside. The Chief Science Officer looked absolutely terrible....even worse than he had during the senior staff meeting. Debbie glared at him, doing her best to maintain her angry demeanor. She started to speak but hesitated, took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Would you give us a moment," said Debbie, glancing at Merina and Studly. The two physicians nodded silently and departed leaving the CMO alone with her former assistant. "Brian," Debbie shook her head searching for the right words. "What in blue blazes were you thinking? In case you haven't noticed, you're sick! You're supposed to remain isolated....you know what that means, don't you?" She paced back and forth in front of the bed. "Why, Brian? Why did you sneak out of here?" "I had to go," began Lieutenant Commander Brian Smith in between coughs. "It was about the Cairo." He knew Doctor Matthews was extremely upset with him. Smith was a senior officer, and disobeying a direct order to stay in isolation was not a smart idea. But at the same time, Matthews must know just how important it was to Brian that he be at that meeting. Four years ago, when Smith set foot on Reaent, he was an Ensign, brand new to Starfleet and the ship. Sickbay was his home, and not too long after he arrived, he was thrown into a mission on a ship that had exploded just after leaving a starbase. It was the Cairo. Brian had the unfortunate role of mapping the dead. He had literally gone floor by floor cataloguing everyone before they were carted away. He and Matthews felt it was the best thing for each family to know that their relative had died doing what they loved. It was a painful job, but it was also important and Brian was willing to do it. He had placed Lt. Davies from Stellar Cartography in charge of Science, but had also installed a console in his room in Sickbay, so that he could keep track of the mission. Whatever had caused him to be stuck in Sickbay surely would not keep him away from the mission. "I'm curious about this whole mission," he began again. "And even this little cold isn't gonna keep me from doing my job." Brian knew that it was more than just a cold. When was transported to the then-unidentified ship, he had been checked out by the medical staff and been given a temporary seal of approval, but he and Matthews both suspected that something could be harboring itself inside Smith, and that one day it would come out. Whatever the case, Smith was hurting. It had been nearly 12 hours since he had kept anything down besides water, so he decided not to eat at all. He had been placed in a highly protective area of sickbay in case whatever he had was contagious. Matthews, Merina, Rocko and Grace had all come in once an hour to check on their former colleague regularly. It would suffice to say that it would've killed Smith, had he not adapted a rolling medical cart into a science console. Here, he could monitor the science station as well as the main viewer. It would have to work, for now. "You know darn well you don't have a cold," snapped Debbie. "We're still trying to figure out exactly what's wrong. And you sneak out of here and expose who knows how many people to your nasty little bug." The CMO shook her head and drew a deep breath. Smith just looked at her with the most pathetic face he could muster. "Don't leave here again, Brian," warned Debbie, wagging her finger at him. "And that's a direct order. I know how you feel about the Cairo. Believe me, I understand that. But you can't risk the well being of this entire crew just because this mission involves the Cairo. The only reason I'm not turning you over to the JAG is because I don't think you're all that contagious." She started to walk away but turned to again glare at the very pale Brian Smith. "You seem to have a penchant for disobeying orders. So, I'm giving you fair warning. If you leave this Sickbay without my permission, I will turn you over to the JAG." Debbie turned away and proceeded to leave the isolation unit. "And disregard that notice from the Commander that you're on the away team. You're not going anywhere!" Brian was frustrated, but he agreed. He was in NO position to be going anywhere.

So now you've reached the age when you should start seeing a shrink.. Dangit...I did it again!

First Lieutenant Brian Smith sat at his station on the bridge. He was tired. Last night he had spent so much time thinking about what had happened on the Richmond, that he had not been able to get any sleep before his duty shift started. He had many perks, being the Chief of Science, but sleeping through his duty shift was definitely not one of them. Brian got up and walked around the Bridge. His stomach began to feel queasy, and he thought that walking around might shake it off. It seemed to work, but the feeling soon came back. Brian had grown up on a hospital ship, and was a MD himself. It didn't take the experience or the degree to realize that something was wrong. He slowly walked towards the turbolift. Again, he was feeling somewhat okay, but he didn't know how long the feeling would remain pleasant. He stepped into the turbolift. "Sickbay." He said, as he slowly slid down the wall until his lower body rested on the floor. The turbolift halted. He slowly got up and walked towards sickbay. He entered, to find Dr. Matthews deep in a conversation with Captain Michaels. She took one look at him and knew something was bad. Debbie was trying to explain her dilemma to the Captain when Brian stumbled into Sickbay. His timing was.....impeccable. The Reaent's CMO and her team had yet to determine exactly what caused the alien plague that had nearly annihilated an entire civilization. Initially, they thought it must be viral but they soon ruled out that possibility. It was probably bacterial but they still weren't sure. It appeared to be a peculiar organism similar to a fairly common protobacteria called Rickettsia. But it wasn't a Rickettsia. The two organisms shared some characteristics but it in many ways, it was very different. It was so different, it appeared the transporter's biofilters missed it, a fact that seriously concerned Debbie. Nor did it show up on any of the medical scans run on those crew members who spent time on the Richmond. To detect it would probably require analysis of actual blood samples. The CMO was just about to tell the Captain that she and her staff would be retesting everyone who set foot on the Richmond as well as those who came in close contact with the Reaent's alien guests. That's when Brian showed up, looking very green around the gills. Debbie didn't bother excusing herself. She and a couple of others ran toward Smith and scooped him up just as his knees buckled. Quickly ushering him to a biobed, they activated a sterile field to quarantine the area until they knew what they were dealing with. "Brian," whispered Debbie as she adjusted the settings on the biobed. "Tell me exactly when you started feeling ill. And I need to know everything you can tell me about your symptoms." Brian struggled, but was able to take a breath. "I'd say probably an hour or so ago, I started to have a stomach ache, but I didn't really think anything of it. I'm a doctor. I know when I'm sick." He knew what kind of reaction this would elicit from the good doctor, but before she could give a response. "Which is exactly why, when it started to get worse, I made my way down here." The pure air of the containment bay helped his breathing slightly. "On the turbolift I was dizzy, and I thought about checking for a fever. I'd say all signs point to a very bad flu." Debbie patted Brian on the arm. "Just take it easy, you'll be fine. We'll get something into you that will make you feel better. Then we'll figure out what's ailing you." Matthews turned to Merina who was now standing beside her. "We'll need blood work and you know what we're looking for. I don't have to tell you that time is of the essence. It would be nice to know what to expect from this bug before Brian gets any sicker." The Caitian physician nodded and immediately went to work on Brian. Debbie stepped over to the Captain who was standing a few yards away. "Well, sir," she stated flatly. "We may have our first case of that alien plague. We won't know for a little while yet and it may take longer to predict what the organism's full effect will be. I'll let you know as soon as I find out. In the meantime, we need to get everyone who was exposed to the aliens into Sickbay for a thorough workup."

I just think that people want to move forward with Trek, literally and figuratively. Who really wants to see a movie about characters that, as far as we know, are dead. I'd love to see a post-voyager movie. Maybe have Captain Harry Kim, and cameos of that class. Or, have some kind of VOY-DS9 crossover movie. There are two underrated crews right there that need attention. Give it to 'em.

I always wondered how you went in that suit...

Chief Science Officer's Log 1Lt. Brian Smith, M.d. Stardate 50701.11 ----- Brian Smith looked around. He was trapped. Even though 22nd century starships weren't very advanced, they sure knew how to build a brig. These ships were designed just after Earth's Third World War. They were a hostile species back then. Who knows what would happen to Brian, as he was now trapped on this unknown ship. He looked around for any kinds of markings. Nothing. He tried to escape. Nothing. All hope, as he saw it, was lost. "Hello", he called, "is anyone out there? I'm hungry." Smith knew that a chance to talk to someone might give him a glimpse into what he was dealing with. Smith waited for a while, recieving no response. Then came the sign that he was not dealing with more than just the 22nd century ship. A small screen slid down outside of the brig, and the glass became un-frosted. On it was typed a message. Do not be alarmed. You will be fed. Do not resist. Escape could be dangerous. Brian knew that he was cought between a rock and a hard place. He could stay put, and wait for Reaent to rescue him, or he could attempt an escape and risk his life. Without a phaser and a tricorder, he was rather stuck. If he was right about the ship, the federation technology on board would be able to monitor his communicator. He could leave it behind, but that would risk cutting off communications between himself and Reaent. There was no other choice. He had to wait

I can't believe that I never saw this earlier. I believed he served on Reaent as well...and will be missed

I believe there was an episode where Chief O'Brien explained that as long as the ships were both at the same speed, and the shields were extended to the other ship, you could transport. So...basically..if ship A and and ship B are at the same speed, and ship A extends it's shields around ship B, then crew can transport between the two. This would presumeably work in a tractor situation, because usually tractored ships (esp. during a rescue) have shields extended to it.

I'm glad to see my story surviving. And I hope, that you can incorporate him into your character.

A Joint Log by Debbie and Brian: Brian Smith pushed himself out of his bed in Sickbay and walked the few feet to the door of Debbie Matthews' office. He saw that she was intently working at something on her computer and didn't notice his approach. He knocked on the wall. "You know," he started, slowly moving towards one of the chairs in front of the desk, "I still miss being down here." Debbie glanced up as Brian stumbled in. She wasn't too upset to see him up and about. He and the other members of the away team weren't really injured...just a little shaken up. They were being held in Sickbay just long enough to ease any concerns she and her staff might have about their conditions....and their time was almost up. The CMO smiled warmly. "Well, do come in," she said lightly as Smith sat down. "And, by all means, have a seat." "I've got to talk to you about that medical officer of yours. He...needs a lesson in taking orders. By the end of the mission, he was learning, maybe out of fear, or maybe I taught him a lesson. Don't punish him too hard. Even I was like that once..." Debbie leaned back in her chair and chuckled. "Who, you?" she asked rhetorically. "The wet behind the ears newbie who told the Captain he needed to see a shrink? Noooo, I can't believe you were ever like that!" It seemed like it happened just yesterday, but the "shrink" incident took place years ago while Brian was still one of her people. He'd come along way during the ensuing years. Some found it hard to believe how far. Now, Brian Smith was the Reaent's Chief Science Officer. Debbie had always known he had it in him. She was extremely proud of his accomplishments and she still considered him one of her people even though he didn't work for her anymore. That's why she was almost physically sick at the thought of loosing him. But, here he was, alive and well and complaining about "that medical officer." Brian was referring to the new medic, Simon Ljungberg. And for some reason, Debbie wasn't at all surprised. She cleared her throat and wiped the smile off her face. "Okay," began Debbie. "Start at the beginning and tell me what he did." Brian leaned back in the chair. "Well...It's hard to remember, especially after knocking my head on the fall. From what I remember, I think I gave him an order, maybe to work with Scherer on something, and he bluntly refused. Then came my first experience being tough. I told him that I was in command of the away mission, and he was under my orders. Disobey them, and I'd personally submit papers regarding a court martial. Not to mention, the fact that I told him I'd come talk to you. I think that was when he decided to turn around." He began to play with the tricorder that was in his pocket. "I guess I was like that a long time ago. First, I suggest a shrink to the Captain. Then, I tell him to send me on an away mission. I need to stop making suggestions." The CMO pursed her lips and shook her head. "I have to admit," she said, trying to keep her own exhaustion from creeping into her voice. "I don't think you were ever inclined to disobey a direct order. You may not have chosen your words as carefully as you could have but that was more from inexperience than anything else." She shook her head again. "Ljungberg is totally different," she said slowly. "He has an attitude the size of Jupiter." Debbie leaned further back in her chair. "I just wish I knew where it came from and how to help him get past it." Debbie nodded toward the tricorder. "And by the way, where did you get that?" she asked, curious about whether or not it belonged in Sickbay. Brian held the tricorder up. "This thing?" He laughed, "You know, Doctor, I am the Chief of Science. Last time I checked, they walked around with tricorders. That reminds me..." He stood up from the chair. "I've got to get up to the bridge and review the new info on the mission. That is...If I have your permission to leave." Debbie smiled brightly. "You have my permission to spend the next 12 hours in your quarters," she said good naturedly."There you are to do nothing but rest. Come by tomorrow and we'll give you a quick exam to insure you're okay. Then....and only then...will you be certified fit for duty." Brian opened his mouth to reply but Debbie cut him off. "Don't argue with me, Brian," she quipped. "That's the way it is and you know better than to push me. So get out of here now," she added, pointing to the door. "Before I make you stay here overnight." He nodded and began to walk out. He snapped around. "Are you sure we can't make it 6? I haven't even given the Captain my report..." Debbie glared at him. "We can make it 24 hours, if you'd like," she replied menancingly. "That way, you'll still be here when I drag Mr. Ljungberg in for a little chat." Brian didn't hear the last part. The moment she mentioned the number 24, he'd turned on his heel and made a quick getaway. Debbie made a mental note to check on him in a few hours....just in case he decided he was above obeying the CMO's orders. She hoped he would remember from his years in Sickbay that it isn't nice to fool the CMO.

I'm excited. But, I think by "new management" they mean new management @ viacom, and not so much with the series itself. Smitty

Sorry for a Rant, but...You know, I think it's sad. I think some of us can find time to help Images out but we haven't. So...I ask all of you to consider writing even a small part for a character, or combining with a friend. I'm sure Images will be glad to get even the smallest of character biographies. And think...you're character will be forever etched in SOMEONE ELSE's history. What an experience! So...Can I get SIX MORE logs?

Congrats Grommie. We miss you on Reaent.

I am ashamed...In three weeks, we've only managed to get TWO lives out...I know there are six of you out there...it doesn't take more than FIVE minutes to do this. Smith

Just sent you a PM Images about Erian Segami...the fourth host. He was a Doctor...a very important one at that... And...it looks like it would be a good one to place before Vatric's...

Grommy, Grommy, Grommy...I HAVE to disagree with you about Houston. Yes, they're probably not going to win the N.L. Central, but they're not going to finish behind Pittsburgh OR the Cubs. A second or third finish is more likely, and as Sports Weekly suggests, they're probably looking at yet another wildcard berth. Smith

You know...it might be a good idea to simply commission people. Let people send in their basic ideas...and then YOU pick the seven that work well together...and then they can expand on them together, maybe with interlocking stories, rather than seven random stories coming together. Just a thought. Hope it helps. Smitty

I believe that's from Star Trek: Legacy, featured in this month's issue of Game Informer. Smitty

Muon, I think it's a pretty good idea. I know when I joined Reaent as an AMO, Dr. Matthews sent me the link to a website that had list after list of procedures, medicines, tools, diseases and the such. It was a big help back when I was still trying to get a feel for just what exactly a medical officer does. It might be good to create an "STSF Simmer's Guide" that could be found on the boards, and would contain information for all departments. Maybe even experienced STSF Simmers (Could possibly have a rank/time factor) could submit items on their department, and then the information can be compiled and issued out. I'm sure alot of stuff would be repeated. It's something that I think everyone could benefit from. So...I'm all for it, even though I wouldn't have any time to help w/it. Dr. Smith