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Cptn Corizon

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  1. That's the best i can get. Isreal, i think, Is the only non-english country who's gotten the latest HP Book.
  2. ::points to his post:: ;)
  3. I believe...unless it was mentioned somewhere in an obsure book...Uhura is her first name (Her last name escapes me at the momment.) Her country of birth is United States of Africa, Earth. ;) edit: I dug around and found what I think is her 'name' Nyota
  4. =/\= =/\= =/\= MISSION BRIEFING, USS Excalibur SD 0507.17 =/\= =/\= =/\= The Excalibur under the command of their new Executive Officer, Commander Corizon, was attacked during it's reconnoiter of the planet t'Rogora. The ship is badly damaged, and though no longer pursued, has just had to jettison it's warp drive. The AT, yet unknown to them, was stranded on the planet surface deep in enemy territory. Meanwhile back at Camelot station, a new Vorta representative, Keevan, is on his way to make inquiries into the death of Semil. =/\= =/\= =/\= END BRIEFING =/\= =/\= =/\= Plus: EJ Pilot promoted to full Lt. 071705.txt
  5. Now how 'bout a picture of a WVU PRT car moving down the track ;)
  6. The only Image of him I could find in a Western. If that won't work, I'll let someone else go. Te newest Incarnation ;)
  7. Remember: ;) "We don't kill you to pick on you, we kill you to satisfy our sick twisted urges"
  8. To: Personnel Office Starfleet Command, Earth From: Commander Ah-Windu Corizon U.S.S. Excalibur, NCC-2004-B Re: E.J. Pilot -------------------------------------------------------------- This communique is to serve as notice that effective Stardate 0507.17, Lieutenant, Junior Grade E.J. Pilot 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.
  9. who say's you'd get past step 1? ::makes a note to have some Pandarian delegates::
  10. future One moment, everything went according to plan, a blink later and Hades unleashed. Dameon’s have no hell or heaven, but surely, if we did—that period of time—nothing could even touch it. Defeat. That word leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Just saying it, I want to brush my teeth. Failure, even worse. But that’s exactly what I faced. And just when it looked as if we’d escaped the worst, and we could attempt to salvage this cataclysmic failure—we dive into a deeper circle of hell. Putting the events back together in my mind, I see now how easily it could have been avoided. I blame myself, and I always will. I should have given them more time to come up with a plan, or at least to modify the shuttle. But at the time, we didn’t have the time. ~ past Major Akira Sumnata lowered her riffle, motioning for her troops to fall in line behind her. The position was indefensible, and she knew it. How the hell did they expect her to be able to hold this position? She felt like Picket sending her troops into this battle. And she knew…none of them would come back alive. Ah-Windu glanced casually over the morning reports. It had been a bloody day in the Dominion War. He’d gotten used to that. It was to the point he no longer bothered to read the causality reports. Like everyone else, he’d read them when they weekly, but as they grew to be daily…even hourly…he didn’t bother. But today, he did bother. Last week, he’d been in charge of creating a defense plan for AR-986. It was a small moon in a relatively useless system. But it housed an important communications relay, thus protecting it was of paramount importance. Ah-Windu had been given this task, not because he wanted it—no—because he was the best. Even so, an indefensible position was still an indefensible position. He knew that, but yet…he still drew up the plans. He still took painstaking efforts in plotting out the battle. And then gave the plan to Colonel J’Kla, the Marine in charge of the facility. Two days ago, J’Kla was killed. They didn’t even find his body, all they found were his pips and a picture of his wife. Today, Ah-Windu knew what he would find. He knew that with in a matter of days, the Dominion would take the North Hill facing the comms relay, and they did—that was were J’Kla’s…remains…were found. After that the Jem’Hadar would massacre them with ease. He scrolled down the list of causalities. It seemed to go on forever. Death…injury….mostly death. Page by page the horror of war unfolded electronically. How any group of civilized beings could do this to each other sometimes astounded him, but he knew that it was survival. Finally, he came across the names he knew would be there. Every man. Every woman. Not even the youngest Private or Ensign survived. All of them…butchered at the hands of the Dominion. Sighing he put the PADD down, ears resting to either side and closed his eyes. It’s not my fault. I only follow orders. Do what I am told. They had theirs too. We do what we must do. Fate will decide the way for us. Somehow, that attitude got him through that day. And the next. And the so on, It got him through the war. But it left him broken and cold to the touch. But it was the only way he could continue to live. Even if the blood of those….those soldiers were on his claws. ~ present Laying facedown on the deck plating of the Excalibur—he felt cold again. Failure, defeat, loss, sorrow; everything rushing to him at once like rabid jackals to a fallen gazelle. The thought of his own death didn’t even occur, or even those under his command. They all took the same oath he did. It was the billions of people who were going to die. Needlessly. As he started to lift himself up again, fate came smashing back down on him as the klaxons wailed. The Excalibur was going to blow up. Eject the core!!! He didn’t know how many times he screamed it, or if it would even do any good. Mostly because it was all going on at the subconscious level. Like some built in reaction. Klaxon sounds…you scream. Consciously his mind was further. Self-preservation was the last thing on his mind. His thoughts raced. He was responsible for this, but he didn’t have time to sulk or contemplate that—he neither had time, nor would sulking do anything about it. Instead it was best to focus on the mission. Amazing how one can multi-task and not even know it. At one moment while trying to save the ship, he was compartmentalizing everything that had just occurred. They were going to die, he’d accepted that. Whether it was from the core breach, or the effects of the breach…they were going to die. He knew it. Thus the only thought he could reasonably entertain was whether or not the away team would find something on the planet to vindicate his death. Of course, that was assuming that the away team had even made it to the surface…they never did know for sure. If they didn’t then the entire mission had failed, and the deaths of billions people would be on his claws—he didn’t know if he could live with that—good thing he wouldn’t have to.
  11. They are old, however...they have spent the last two years updating the systems. Most of the componets on the Shuttles aren't more than two year's old :P
  12. STSF_NDak: ::has them all lined up and ready to move out, he himself was dressed in his nice AT outfit:: tRexan> As opposed to the tacky pink lacy thing we keep noting on the security cams, that he prances around the br’tehh in. ::cackles::
  13. This Rihan word, when literally translated means "them from there," what is this word?
  14. Bing Bing...::hands her a Bronze star:: :P
  15. =/\= =/\= =/\= MISSION BRIEFING, USS Excalibur SD 0507.10 =/\= =/\= =/\= The Excalibur under the command of their new Execustive Officer, Commander Corizon, is currently reconnoitering the planet t'Rogora, where the Romulans have invaded. They are on a fact finding mission, and under strict orders to remain undetected. When we last left off, an AT was set to depart on pontentially deadly mission to the planet below. Everyone's holding there breath as the Shuttle Departs. =/\= =/\= =/\= END BRIEFING =/\= =/\= =/\= Also, Brian Graham was promoted to Lt. Commander, we launched the website, and oh yes...it's a cliff hanger of an ending! :P 071005.txt
  16. ::taking notes and reporting them back to N'Dak::
  17. To: Personnel Office Starfleet Command, Earth From: Commander Ah-Windu Corizon U.S.S. Excalibur, NCC-2004-B Re: Brian Graham -------------------------------------------------------------- This communique is to serve as notice that effective Stardate 0507.10, Lieutenant Brian Graham has been promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. 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.
  18. ::hands Kestra the bronze star:: :P
  19. Nope you missed the fifth one
  20. S'harien It's also the name of the Swords (made by s'harien) that the Far Travelers carried on the Journey to the Homestar. In Rihan culture, there are five major elements...name them.
  21. That's correct, to at least a point. The Founding Fathers, were for the most part extordinarly progressive, but the nation as a whole wasn't, and in order to unite the people enough to make a nation, some things...such abolishing slavery would have to put off the table and left for later generations to deal with. However, revisionest history serves it's purpose. History is a fluid and flowing document, and if it means portraying our past in not the best light, I am all for it. Americans tend to have a complex that we have never done wrong, and...that...is sadly not the truth.
  22. Gomuti....wait...that's my cousin four times removed from my mom's 8th sisters side.... :D
  23. Hi

    Hi and welcome to the Fleet :D
  24. The Dominion War, Month 12 of Hostilities The brilliant rays of the triple suns that surrounded Dameon Prime shone down brightly on the ancient capital of Tykoo. When humans wandered naked, Tykoo was a bustling city of over 300 million Dameon. Today, it was a bustling space port, for a race whose Golden Age long since faded away. In the skies high above the city, the Dameon Defense force patrolled, ever watchfully. For generations, they protected the Empire from her enemies, while the Dameon Army conquered every planet in sight. Before the Vulcans developed logic, before the Klingons knew of honor, before the Federation was a glimmer in the eyes of an oppressed human looking up at the stars, the Dameons walked as gods. For years, no one stood against the Dameon war machine. Unbridled, they expanded outwards, thinking themselves invincible. Indeed, the mighty Dameon raged across the quadrant with claws of fire; amassing an Empire that would not be again rivaled in the Alpha Quadrant till the Birth of the Federation. But they would pay for their hubris. Long in the shadows of the Dameon Empire, the Gorn destroyed all that was Dameon. The pride, the power, the people—broken and shattered. But even then, the Dameon survived. They persevered. Even through out the terrible ravages of the Gorn War, the homeworld had been just that—home. On this very bright, sunny day, The Dominion, the new scourge of the Galaxy, would harm the Dameon deeper than the darkness of the Great War. With the Federation embroiled in conflict; Starfleet couldn’t spare any ships to protect the homeworld. Disaster waited for opportunity to strike. The initial attack on Dameon caught everyone on the planet off guard. Someone dropped the ball, and the attack fleet of over sixty warships entered the system catching the Dameon home fleet out of position. Before they could even be called to help, the communications network was disabled and the siege upon the planet began. Automated defenses were little match for the battle hardened Dominion, and the Jem’Hadar death squads were able to land on the surface. For the first time in the history of the Dameon, alien forces set foot on the homeworld. It was a blow deep in the heart of the Dameon People but they did not have time to sulk. Backed against the wall, the warrior blood flowed. One of the Cardassians aboard the lead Dominion ship later recalled, that only the Klingons had fought so evenly with the genetically enhanced protectors of the Founders. In the early stages, the death tolls on both sides were staggering. For every four Jem’hadar killed, seven more Dameon died. Still, it was among the worst losses for the Dominion during the entire war. The fighting was so intense, that at one point, two units of Jem’hadar attacked each other, mistaking the other unit for Dameon forces. By the third hour of the attack, it was clear to the Dominion that before they could win a ground war, they would have to crush the Dameon forces from the sky. And thus, they rained hell, fire and brimstone on Dameon Prime. The death toll, which still to this day remains only an estimate, was in the hundreds millions, Starfleet’s own estimates listed the attack as killing nearly a billion. But before the Dominion could completely devastate the homeworld, like knights in shining armor, the Dameon Warfleet and three Federation battle groups stormed to the rescue—sending the Dominion fleet home, licking their wounds. The damage, however, was already done. The ground smouldered for weeks following the attacks, With nearly a billion dead, and even more left homeless, the Dameon people searched for answers. Three hundred years ago, disaster of this nature was unthinkable, but no longer did Dameon control her destiny as she once did, years ago. The Dominion destroyed the last vestiges of Imperial Pride. The attack had proven to the Dameon that they would never be able to stand alone again in the galaxy, and that the Federation was their only hope for survival. Battle scarred, the Dameon people did what they have always done—survive and advance. Almost 5 years after the brutal Battle of Dameon Prime, the memories seared into the hearts and minds of the Dameon were constant reminders of the savageness of war. The landscape recovered, and buildings rebuilt. Never would they forget, the day that beneath a silent blue sky, the empire finally died.
  25. All right kids...let's all calm down. As stated else where by A-9 (see above), with touchy topic such as religion, etc. we need to be aware of not tredding on other peoples shoes. If we can't do that, then the thread will be closed. Thanks. :D