Cptn Corizon

My Proof!. :D Now...show me a picture of an army technical manual ^_^

Now let me see an Emporer Scorpion.

::snickers:: Now...I want a picture of the full body of a Tholian...not just the head!

How bout just on her Vespa? ^_^

To: Personnel Office Starfleet Command, Earth From: Commander Ah-Windu Corizon U.S.S. Excalibur, NCC-2004-B Re: Cougar -------------------------------------------------------------- This communique is to serve as notice that effective Stardate 0507.24, Lieutenant, Junior Grade Cougar has been promoted to the rank of full Lieutenant. This decision comes after extended review of his service and dedication to the U.S.S. Excalibur. It is a pleasure to have such a capable officer aboard and I sincerely hope we will profit from his assistance in the future.

::belated:: Happy Birthday Dac!

OCC: Brian Wrote this, I am just Posting it for him ^_^ Chief of Security Officer’s Duty Log Lt. Cmdr. Brian Graham Recording USS Excalibur Stardate 200507.21 Brian Graham still examined the stillness of the surrounding area. Only moments before a wild animal had bounded through the extensive plant life, startling everyone on the awayteam. Brian hadn’t moved for another five minutes after that, thinking that the animal may have signaled incoming Romulans, bent on capturing some Starfleeters, or whatever the Romulans called Federation officers. Probably “rubbish” Brian thought, but said nothing. No disruptor fire, no pointy ears, nothing. Brian let out a breath slowly and turned back to the awayteam, taking several seconds to find them all in the dense underbrush. At least they had good hiding places. Moving over to the awayteam so he could talk to them all at once, Brian concealed himself under the leaves of some large plant and reviewed the situation with everyone. From what they had gathered so far, the Romulans were here, they had a base, and that base was indeed patrolled. Based on what the team had been able to pick up from their tricorders, information was sketchy at best. The teeming lifesigns of the area had also thrown off their sensors as well as those of the Romulan base, but since the Romulans used a clearing for their structure, they had some idea of what was there. A few buildings and support structures, most likely with defensive positions dispersed throughout. Patrols mostly kept to the tree line that surrounded the base; logical since a lot of manpower would be wasted covering too large an area, plus searching an area like this thoroughly would be a wasted effort, especially on a 360 degree radius. The patrols were pretty much all they had to go on. Possibly because of distance, and the very good chance that the base was using something to scatter their probes, they couldn’t get any readings of the population of the base, only that the thing had buildings. Additionally, there were what appeared to be signals of the planet’s native population with the Romulans as well. This definitely deserved a closer look. The team still had the advantage as far as their mission was concerned. Not having been conclusively spotted, the team could still move forward to observe the base to get a more concrete picture of what the place was like, as a tricorder sometimes had to take a backseat to actual vision. This was one of those times, unfortunately. With the mission still incomplete as far as Brian was concerned, and circumstances seeming to give evidence of at least a chance of completing it, there was only one decision and Brian guessed everyone would hate him for it. “We move forward,” Brian said, almost hating himself for saying it.

It had been just over one hour and twenty-five minutes since the new Dominion representative arrived on Starbase Camelot. Lt. Jules Olien had been at the communications station since 0700 this morning, and his duty shift was almost finished. With the exception of the arrival of the newest flavor of Vorta—thus far a quite day, which was more and more becoming a rarity on this station. If it wasn’t rebel Founders kidnapping flag officers of the Federation, it was Romulans invading star systems or Klingon Governors killing Vorta. Olien leaned back into his chair with a sigh. What ever had possessed him to take this posting in the first place? He could be, right now, happily tucked in an alcove on Starbase 479 or on a science ship in the Rantar Rift. But instead, he was setting atop a powder keg with a bunch of green-blooded, pointy-eared fools ready to light up the entire galaxy like the Fourth of July (or First, as the case might be.) Regardless, he was here now…and he might as well make the best of it. At least on Camelot there was never a lack of excitement. “Finally,” Olien said aloud, to no one in particular. “A day where nothing goes wrong.” Lt. Commander Cjaz-Ki, a rather tall and burly golden skinned Danterian, had been standing a few feet away monitoring the tactical sensors. “Let’s hope so.” The two smirked at each and continued about their duties. “Have we heard anything from Excalibur,” Cjaz-Ki said after a few minutes. “Not since I have been on shift.” “Oh.” “My understanding is their on tactical maneuvers and won’t be reporting back until they actually come back.” “You believe that?” “No,” Olien smirked. “But I am not going to worry to much about it. I am sure it’s nothing too big or Admiral Day wouldn’t have let his new Commander leave him behind.” Cjaz-Ki smirked ever so slighty, “You’ve got a point.” Just as Olien had began to get ready to turn the comm. Station over to the Ensign on the next shift, he realized he’d spoke to soon. Crap. Flashing blue lights…distress call. “Commander,” Olien said. “I am getting a very faint distress call.” “Source of origin?” Cjaz-Ki said tapping quickly on his panel bringing up the tactical version of what Olien was detecting. “Sector 34K.” “Why kind of distress call is it?” “Attempting to ascertain now.” Olien ran his fingers over the consol quickly tapping series of command after series. Distress signals had individual carrier signatures that let the receiver know what kind of vessel was sending the distress call…well they did in the Alpha Quadrant anyway. “It’s Federation…” Cjak-Ki furrowed his brow deeply and tapped his comm. badge. “Commander Sprint, Captain Sorehl please report to the Command center.” “I have a positive ID on the carrier signature,” Olien said. “It’s coming from a Type 11 shuttle.” “A type 11…what is a type 11 doing out that far.” “The distress signal itself is very week, I can’t actually make out any of it’s contents. The signal degraded too much before we could receive it, I am only picking up it’s residual message.” “A type 11 is based from a Starship.” “Yes, it is. I am attempting to match the carrier signature with Federation vessels in the area.” The consol in front of him beeped. It had found which ship owned the shuttle sending the distress call. Olien looked down…his face went white. “Have you found something?” “Y…e…s…” “Well??” Olien blinked a few more times. “You might want to have Admiral Day up here as well…”

Hello and Welcome to STSF!

Very Good Laeh! Major Harris led WVU to the National Championship game in the 1988-89 season with a perfect 11-0 record. We played in the Fiesta Bowl against Notre Dame who won 34-21, to win their last National Title in football.

The planet they started off in was in the neutral zone ^_^

The premise for it is...well...dumb. The idea of being able to go from Neutral Zone (about ohhhh half way in the middle of the Beta Quadrant) to the center of the universe in under....um a life time...is...well...just out there.. Not to mention the generally poor job that was done of the attempt to be a deep pschylogical movie. Just my opinion. I agree. I just don't like Vulcans trying to be sex objects. I'm sorry, but the idea of less than perfect Vulcans is irriating.

::smacks him into next month::

Yeppers. A Sad day indeed.

Die Another Day. Corizon sat in the darkness of the Ready Room on the Excalibur-B. He’d turned off the Emergency lighting, he really didn’t see the point in having them on…could see just as well in the dark. And as much as he wanted to use the knife laying on the desk infront of him—fate had made yet another decision concerning him. Today was not his day to die. He could only choose one course of action. Wake up. Move on. Die another day. In silence, his thoughts jammed together. Analysis this…analysis that. The cycle was broken, the system shaken up. His ego destroyed. He’d have to find another way to live on, every sin he’d have to pay. The price of his failure would be his and his own. Concentration. Breaking his body down, he was going to avoid the cliché, delay his pleasure…close his body now. Suspend his senses. His crew needed him. He guessed he’d die another day, today was not his time to go.

I think VR's right. But the point is moot....that's not in the Fiesta Bowl...and I know there's one out there...so... to recap....we're still waiting on Major Harris in the Fiesta Bowl ^_^

Hansel wins! ::hands him a gold star begrudgingly:::

Nopers! Try, try again!

Nope. Try, try again.

Now...to keep with my theme of hard to find images with a regional flavor... Show me a picture of Major Harris in the Fiesta Bowl ;)

How about.... Show me a Picture of Bobby Kennedy speaking to coal miners in West Virginia ;)

::huggles Andrea:: ;)

::sniffs:: you not like mine?

I Have a lot of Favorite Quotes...so I'll spare you from all of them: What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy? ~ Mahatma Gandhi An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. ~Mahatma Gandhi Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers. ~T. S. Eliot The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason. ~T. S. Eliot In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. ~Aeschylus Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad. ~Euripides Education in the key to preventing the cycle of violence and hatred that marred the 20th century from repeating itself in the 21st century. ~Elie Wiesel The great French Marshall Lyautey once asked his gardener to plant a tree. The gardener objected that the tree was slow growing and would not reach maturity for 100 years. The Marshall replied, 'In that case, there is no time to lose; plant it this afternoon!' ~John F. Kennedy Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he doesn't become a monster. ~Friedrich Nietzsche Don't be humble, you're not that great. ~Golda Meir The only alternative to coexistence is codestruction. ~Jawaharlal Nehru "Every mission is a Suicide mission when I am in command" "We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it"-Che

::takes his Gold star, massing them quickly:: This class of ship is of the Galaxy Family and has four nacells. Name that class ;)