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I know scientists say luck doesn't exist but my god it does. Some people just have that specific chance so often to be in the right place all the time by pure fluke. Lucky Buggers...

I could have sworn the light was green!

Set during last week's sim, happily explaining my absence from view :lol: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Another head aches, another heart breaks I am so much older than I can take” – The Killers Pressing a button, an unfamiliar beep followed and the airlock doors opened. Atticus Segami walked out slowly. He walked away from the marching of boots, the shouting of orders, the cries of wounded, the chaos of it all. Until the sound was no more. And it was beautiful. The sky always was. A thousand stars, each twinkling away in the dark. Like children dancing for a parent, each seemed to call “look at me, look at me” in the softest of tones. Hundreds of years old and he felt young again. His steps not on this hostile plane, his heart not full of worries he was back in his old garden. With the smell of cut grass filling his lungs. He’d wander so many nights out there, after a night at a premiere. He’d escape the lies, the smiling faces with daggers to hide, the rat race of it all and just…just look up. And it would all be alright. Till he saw it. Hovering in the darkness like a cloud turned menacingly solid, the Jem’Hadar ship glowed with unnatural light. His fantasy crushed like a champagne glass under an iron boot. It represented everything inside that hurt. With a sigh his walk continued. He needed to do this. If no one else would care, he would. The walls of the base were covered with scars. Some they’d caused, others not. It was likely the place would not last any length of time without immediate attention. The whole affair could all be for naught if extended use of the facility was needed. But at the current moment in time he couldn’t give a toss. The asteroid was pitted with holes. So many explosions had taken their toll on the surface. But now the mines were offline and he could walk among them without a second thought. It was here that he needed to go. The Trill reached a massive crater and looked down into its depth. At the very bottom there was what he came to find, a body, dressed in an EVA suit. More than one officer had lost their lives on this mission but this was one he knew they wouldn’t have found. He lowered his head sadly. He breathed one long deep breath. And then he went to it. Moving closer and closer he could see how the suit’s gravity function had remained functional even though the wearer had no need for it. Muscles limp, the form bobbed up and down softly like a balloon on a string. It was so sad to see. A testament to the futility of the person’s death. The name on the chest read two words, “Clarke, Anthony”. The Trill felt a wave of guilt. He couldn’t even remember what the officer looked like. He gripped the body by its helmet and looked through the faceplate to see the man inside. But what he saw shocked him. It was just a boy, cheeks barely mature enough to grow stubble. He now recognized him as one of the new officers who’d arrived at their last stop at Camelot. It was a young, frightened boy who didn’t want to die here. Who didn’t want to die on a cold dark rock on the edge of space. Deep brown eyes stared at him and asked him a question over and over again. It asked him…“why?” And Atticus couldn’t answer. He searched within and just couldn’t. He found the locks on either side of the helmet and released them. The piece of metal floated out into space. He couldn’t look into those eyes any longer. Gently as if he was touching a snowflake he reached his fingers forward and closed them. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”, he whispered. A tear ran down his cheek, the pain inside him burned and he couldn’t contain it. The officer had been under his care and because of his plan the boy had died. Because they didn’t know the terrain better the boy had died. Because the stupid, selfish jem’hadar had shown up late the boy had taken a phaser shot in the chest and died. But there was nothing he could say to make it better. His words were meaningless as the form in the suit continued to bob. Up and down, up and down. A sick twisted kite in the wind, his touching of the corpse had made it worse. He couldn’t be like this in front of his team. They were inside, probably celebrating and it was their right. They had acted like heroes even under the pressure he gave them. He’d been hard on them during the mission but it was the only way to keep them alive. They needed a leader and he’d been one. Tough, ruthless, efficient. But out here, by himself, he could mourn. They would never know, never see this side of him. It wasn’t his place to let them. As an officer he couldn’t. It was a weight he would carry alone. Forever. Immortality, is not easy. Going from life to life you lose people, over and over again. Some are close friends, others beloved family members and some, some are just people you could have saved if you’d just done one thing differently. Like this boy. Like Kathleen. Each death gets notched on your heart with a blunt dagger, the hurt doesn’t lessen it gets worse and worse. Its probably only the fresh, clear mind of a new host that stops a Trill going mad from it all. Going mad from the ghosts haunting you at night. Immortality… is just not easy. He sat on a rock. He stared. His first mission as Chief of Security was a success, this was the cost of the prize. His musings were only interrupted when a hand gripped his shoulder roughly. He turned to see the tall figure of a Jem’ Hadar trooper towering over him. He spoke through a shortwave comm. system to him. “Human. What are you doing out here? The others have already beamed aboard our ship. You are to come with me immediately.” Atticus stood up, stretched out his arm and pointed at Ensign Anthony Clarke. “He comes too.” The CSEC said with no hint of doubt in his voice. “Hah” The Jem Hedar sniggered. “For what reason? He is dead.” “I am well aware of that. Nonetheless he is coming with me. I am not leaving him here. Not like this.” “Very well”, the trooper grumbled. He attached a small beacon to the body. He found it all quite amusing. “You humans. You are very odd.” “I wouldn’t know. I’m a Trill.” The three of them shimmered away, leaving only the bloodstained ground in their wake.

Gracias Victria! Yep Dox, Segami is one messed up Trill! Well when your past lives include drug-addled celebrities, mad scientists, thieves, smugglers and horribly tortured diplomats you go a lil mad when you finally do good...and it all goes to pot. Reading it again it looks so corny now! Cheers Again

See now that its started I do say that I prefer the hairy greasy long limbed thing as a troll. I know Tolkien is considered the end all of a lot of fantasy and his are the big things but I take my cue more from illustrations in kids stories like billy goat's gruff. A bit more lowbow i know.

She did lead Britain into the 20th century with immense force and strength...but that whole 'still having her husband's clothes laid out every day for years after he died' thing is still a touch creepy. Its about time Britain got a monarch with balls again. Because even though she lacked the physical kind, Victoria had an emotional pair made of iron. More importantly... Fanta or Tango?

Oh Blair's finally leaving. It is good news since the man is a total pillock. Ask any man on the street and he'll reply the same. He didn't start that way, but the job has made him sloppier and sloppier at getting anything good done. Why's he so popular in the states btw?

Heya, the other day I played the "roundhouse kick" street fighter movie drinking game. Then I went online and tried to find star trek boozing games...and the selection was pitiful! Now the goal here is to find or make up the perfect trek drinking game. Now this can be based on a single series, episode, movie or trek as whole! Whatever you do, alcohol must be skillfully aplied. Now make it so! :)

Welcome to "Rustic Manor", the premier retirement home for rodeo clowns.

One time, I went to Vietnam and came back with a stomach bug. I didn't know this at the time and I was starving after the flight so I ate half a bucket of the Colonel's wares. Do you know what hardened breadcrumbs (or whatever that stuff is coating the meat) feels like coming up your throat?! Like a shredder of doom...with mushy chickeny bits. AAAAAAAAAAAAgh!! Needless to say I can't eat any form of fried chicken anymore. But I do love a good sub.

I like the basic idea a lot!! If you limit starship noises to just exterior type ones. Ya know, the sound as it does a flyby, phaser fire, beams, that type of thing, you'd be set. Happens every couple of minutes for a good pace. Gold star for this one! Can it be beat? P.S Perhaps throw in transporter beam noises for the true dipsomaniacs out there.

Heh, I kinda meant each person comes up with their own set of rules for a game. So e.g A trouble with tribbles drinking game where you take a shot every time someone says tribble! But this is fun too. :)

There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow - Beck A mighty shove and the door gave way. The team stumbled into the next room. As debris fell around them, Lt. Atticus Segami began to feel faint. He lost his presence. Rapid sensations flew through his mind at a million miles a minute... Sunshine. Deliciously warm rays tanning his dotted body. A Risian beach. Tiny grains between his toes, cool water surrounding him. The longing eyes of the locals. So eager to please, so earnest in their lust. Laarell in swimwear. Her smooth curves shown off, a cheeky grin on her face. The taste of salt and cocktail on his lips. His tongue full of spices. A fight over a woman’s honour. A man unconscious, blood leaking on the sand. Kansas screaming in agony. Her cries of pain going unheeded. A twist on his oxygen intake valve and the Chief of Security was back. It had felt so strange. It was close to a vision of sorts. His previous host Marya would have loved it all but it had nearly brought him to total panic. It was so real. In only seconds he had experienced hours. But the Trill had to remember where he was, what he was doing. The federation depended on him to get this team through it all. He could hardly sit contemplating hallucinations. But he wanted to… He could still savour the sour flavour of the liquor. And he could still hear the clear volume of the laughter. The look in Teykier’s eyes, Victria waiting just inside. And a royal prince’s tendency to bicker. What was that dream, what did it all mean? The more that he thought, he felt sicker. Another twist on the oxygen pipe and he was back again. What did it all mean? Nothing, nothing at all. Except for the fact that they’d wasted twice the oxygen they were supposed to have by now and he was going slightly space crazy. But he was fine now. He gave his helmet a slap and shook his head. He only then saw what was right ahead of him. He lifted his rifle and aimed. This was no dream. And what faced him wasn't good.

Space ghost was brilliant but did have some episode stinkers alongside the classics.

I always liked it when Liono in the Thundercats shouted "Thundercats...hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Mostly because i think if they did it today with an RnB flavour it would just be "Thundercats, ho." And you can imagine how pimped out the thundertank could be.

Gotta get back, back to the past, Samurai Jack! :)

We need to expand! I demand STSF thongs!

Vic, you are a master at kick-assyness!

I just looked through the last posts and just have this to say... Somebody actually LIKED "the quick and the dead"???? WHY?! I'll stick with "Once Upon a Time in the West"

After OJ discovered the truth, the real killer was finally arrested!

Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone. I encourage much drinking, singing and dancing and I mean the real kind, none of that red star stuff! Cheers, Images

At my local if you drank four pints of guinness one after the other without pausing you got a free paddy's day hat...they ran out of hats and gave out badges instead...they ran out of those too.

Chief Security Officer’s log: Over the past few days, my team has been shaping up for our upcoming mission quite well. I finally believe the first hurdles of dealing with heavy combat in a weightless environment have been cleared. Even Commander Laarell Teykier, who has only recently joined the group, seems to have gained a basic aptitude for the task at hand. In the next few trials, focus will now be put on the crux of our mission, demolitions. For our attempt to succeed, we shall have to fully master the use of high-level explosives in zero-gravity as well as the implementation of a rudimentary EMP discharger. This should be an easy task since both Lt. Jons and Ensign Doug have most likely had some experience with such devices in their security training and my own specialty in the field should make filling any memory gaps a simple task. I have as of yet only told the Commander and the Captain the basic outline of my strategy. The rest of the team will sadly have to be left in the dark until we launch. Though I trust my officers’ confidence completely, my duty weighs too heavy to let details be spread by word of mouth. It is my intention for the team to pilot a shuttlepod close to the edge of the facility’s sensor range before cutting power and riding pure inertia to the edge of the Asteroid. Once this is done we shall disembark and gain access through a puncture made at a place close to the facility’s control center but with enough distance so as to not damage the integral systems. This forceful entry will be preceded by the activation of the aforementioned EMP device which should keep the facility’s security system offline long enough for us to reach our target. Once the target is reached it will be up to Commander Teykier to complete our ultimate goal whilst the Security team provides defense from hostiles. Commander Teykier seems to find this method too garish and that stealthier tactics are needed. I find however it unlikely that we could remain undetected long enough in such a closed environment and that the chance of failure is too high and too costly. It is true that the plan I have suggested will result in a loss of life. Anybody present in the sections we enter will most likely be killed in rapid decompression. However this fact should be discounted for two reasons; firstly that it is this exact lack of gravity or oxygen that will give our team in EVA suits an extreme advantage and secondly, it doesn’t damn well matter if they die. Some day soon, the Federation forces on this side of the wormhole will run out of supplies and ships and when that happens we will be defeated. There is no if, there is no but, it is a mathematical certainty. The Scorpiad will slaughter us all. So if our survival depends on a mission where casualties cannot be avoided, so be it. War is not a game of Parrises squares. It is choices like these I must make with my current position and though decisions such as this one will most likely not raise my symbiont’s reputation from it’s current low-status on Trill, I stand by them. On a personal note, I find Commander Laarell’s manner both beguiling and baffling. She seems to hold the events of our last mission against me strongly, almost to the extent of making me out to be some sort of barbarian she’d loathe to be near. But at the same time she seems to have a strong interest in my personal life. In our conversations, she has certainly been hinting at a suspicion of, if not a total knowledge of, the night I spent with Victria and our ongoing dance around eachother. However the tone of her voice has not been mocking nor interrogatory, merely curious. I am not sure of her motives but am intrigued. Why would she be so interested in the details of my love life? Victria herself will not be present for the operation in question. I am unaware of the details but am informed that the Captain has prepared a specific task for her precise skills. I wonder if this decision by Corizon is purely a matter of course, or if I have made the interesting relationship we are pursuing painfully obvious to all and sundry. It could just be that he wishes to prevent any further protests on my part regarding her status on board Excalibur by removing her from my presence. I simply do not know. The man is impossible to read. For now I shall rest on these thoughts. My violin is calling, it has not been played in a while and I fear I am getting out of practice. Tomorrow will be another long day.

Note this down folks: The precise day "pimp my ride" went TOO far.

Heh, it was hard for anyone to beat dumbass's first entry...but someone did. Marx! Go for it.