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  1. yes they are. For starters, some of the cadets would just ruin some of the great sims. And plus, they are fun, were else do youget to die over and over again
  2. Memories of death… and ambush pt. 1 ”This looks like a good place to set up camp,” Lt. Colonel Jones commented after arriving at a clearing, just south of a ravine. “Private Andrews, set up the tents for the civilians. Lance Corporal Daniels, set up the marine tents, and Lieutenant Black, set up a perimeter of sensor beacons.” We all went off to our assigned duties. I arrived at a position to the north of our camp, and set up the first beacon. When I was doing that, I heard something in the bush behind me. I looked over, but saw nothing, so continued on to the next position. Upon arrival at the designated coordinates, I note an unfamiliar person, holding a weapon and conversing with a second stranger. Concealing myself, I quietly set up the second beacon and attempt to contact my commander. ”Lt. Colonel Jones come in," I call in a hushed urgent voice. There is no response and I try a second time. "Lt. Colonel Jones, acknowledge.” I slowly back away from the two unidentified persons and return to the base camp. "Black!” barked Lt. Colonel Jones. You are five minutes past report. What is your excuse?" ”Sir, something is preventing us from using the com badges. I encountered two unidentified people as I set up beacon two. Both were armed. I was unable to determine their intent. I recommend that ...." My report was cut off when low flying fighter attacked our position on a strafing run, sending people scrambling in all directions. The camp was littered with dead and injured. The Colonel was calling out orders as the lead fighter's wing man passed over the camp. He was mowed down, leaving me standing there in a split second of shock and horror. I turned and began to shout orders, "Concentrate all fire on the fighter! After you shot them down, make a clearing to the shuttle! Get those people on board! It was an ambush. Ground forces were moving in on us from the rocky terrain to the North, and the fighters were giving them cover to advance. Everything seemed a blur, and yet I felt calm. In total control. The howls of those hit by the weapon fire, the yelling of marines to get moving, the screams of the civilians in their fear and panic. ”Sir! We're got everyone secure!" I throw myself into the shuttle, yelling to the pilot, "Go! Go! Go!" I can see the ground below us littered with bodies, Marines and civilians alike. I turn and look around at the faces of the survivors. The Marines are grim faced, their breathing labored. The civilians are weeping, shaking, trying to calm themselves the best they can. I look for a pair of faces, hoping that somehow I've missed my parents boarding the shutting in the confusion. I move through the small group, staring each one in the face, each face as unfamiliar to me as the next. I turn and stare out the window, the ground far below us now. How could I have left them?" ~~~One week later ~~~ I stared up at Colonel Raymond Yates. "I read your report, now I want you to tell me what happened," he said in a gruff voice. ”We had just reached camp, and set up the tents. I moved to the perimeter to set up the sensor beacons. At position number Two, I saw two unfamiliar men, both armed, speaking with each other. Communications were down, so I went to report it directly to Lt. Colonel Jones. We were ambushed. Orders were to get the colonists off the planet. I carried out those orders. We took heavy casualties. Eighty Civilians and 15 Marines. ”Including your parents." "Yes, Sir." I responded numbly. "You are free to return to your Battalion, Lieutenant." I stood, making ready to give a smart about face and leave when the Colonel spoke again. "Son, I'm strongly suggesting you take a few days off to grieve. Honor your parents memory." "Thank you, Sir." I said obediently nodding my head, having no intention whatsoever to taking up the Colonel's suggestion. "Is there anything else, Sir?" The Colonel nodded sadly, "No, Son. You're dismissed." note: pt 2 coming whenever we get back on the arc
  3. dont want to know nemesis. A spoof on star trek
  4. Computer begin log, 1st lt. James Black Well, we are finally getting into range of Quest Duncan and Moose. We are less than an hour away, uphill. We have them taking defensive action to prevent us from capturing them in the remaining 48 hours. They are taking shelter in a cave at the top of a mountain. But as one of my instructors once told me, “ Any defense has a hole that can be used by the offence.” The computers used in the year 2000 show this. To get in, you need a password, but if you know the password, you can get into any of the files. All of the ways you try to prevent this, just opens up another way in. Like this, they will probably have one sniper in the treetops, doing a circle around the camp. At night, wait until he leaves for his scan on the other side, then, strike. And with only one opening, but multiple access ways, we can ether, overload, or sneak. But, they do have the advanced technology, and on a mountain, with dirt, ANY water is bad. ::Begins to fell hard rain:: And now, it is bad. “Lt Garnoopy, what happing. It was sunny, now a storm” "The tricorders are showing an energy source ahead. I can't be sure, but it appears as though they have some sort of weather device set up." As the rain continues, the ground underneath us begins to loose it integrity. As the rain falls, I see Lt. Garnoopy fall, and drop the tricorder. As I see this, I drop the power cell, and then I dive for the tricorder, in attempt to prevent it from falling down the hill. After landing face first in mud I fell the tricorder run across my fingertips but then I watch as it slides down the mud-covered hill. After missing the tricorder, I do a roll, and and did my heals into the ground. I still slide down the hill. As I go down the hill about 30 feet, I remember what my gr. 6 teacher told me. “Trees give the ground and dirt integrity. They will prevent the dirt from falling.” After falling about another 10 feet, I notice that the area to the left has a bunch of trees. Using the knowledge of this, I grab onto a tree, to stop sliding, then roll over to the other side. Well, it is still muddy, and I can slip on the mud, but there is no mud slid. I get up and start to walk up the hill while I hold onto the trees for support. “Well, I lost the power cell, and the tricorder, what else can go wrong.”
  5. Computer begin log, 1st Lt James Black Ahh, finally a day to relax, if I can say that. I still have 5 transfer orders/requests, which I still need to Major Ziggy stardust about. And if that isn’t bad enough, I need to finish making my new holographic training program, a simulation of the 2002 war on Terrorism in Iraq. If I don’t finish this in a few days, when we start using it for training, what type of an example am I setting for my company? And this confinement to quarters isn’t making this any easier. I’ll find out when I go to bring the requests and orders for transfers to the major if I can leave my quarters to finish of the program. ::Sts down by the computer and looks over to the wall with weapons used by street gangs and military world wide in about the year 2000. A Uzi, MP5 and a M24. Gets up and goes over to the wall and gets the M24, and plays with the sight, and dissembles and reassembles the gun. The clicks can be heard in the background, and the door chime ring. :: “Come.” I replied still playing with the M24. ::One of my marines, Lance Corporal Murray come in and solutes:: “Relax, I don’t care about rank right now, not on duty. She nice ::Holds out the M24:: isn’t she. Weapon of choice by the ghosts, elite green berate snipers. Whats on your mind?” “Well, I received a transfer order from the chief of marines. When we report to the star base, I am to disembark, then take a runabout to rendezvous with the U.S.S Yautamo.” “Can I see the padd.” ::grabs the padd, and looks to see if it official, and it is” Well, its official, so I cant do anything about that. You are my 6th marine I am losing. Good luck.” ::before he leaves I shack his hand, not the solute:: Well now I have lost 6 of my marines, the corps must not like me, or my marines a so good, they only stay hear for a few missions. I prefer the second one.” ::I go and put away the M24, then grab all of the pads for transfers, and walk to Major Stardust’s office. I walk to his office and chime:: “Come” :: I walk in solute:: “Major, I giving you all of my transfer orders and requests from marines in my company. All 6 of em.” “6, why so many!” “I don’t know sir, I was hoping you knew why I have so many. It’s frustrating. I train em, and then they leave. I can never fully develop trust and skill in em sir. I get worried about sending em into battle. That would almost be sentencing my company to die” “ I see what you mean. Let me see them.” :: I hand Ziggy all of the orders :: “ Can you, or Lt. Cornel Quest try and do something, so that I can actually have trust and faith in my marines?” “I’ll try, is that all?” “I actually I have one other question.” “What is that?” “ I was wondering if I have permission to leave my quarters to finish a training program of mine?” “Go ahead, as long it is considered light duty “DISSMISED” ::I solute, then walk out wondering if I will ever be able to keep the same marines for longer than a month. Then, I go to finish my program::
  6. not as small as pei
  7. ::bows, but when he is down cuts off his feet:: NOW I AM KING. I am like a vulcan. Quite, but lodgical.
  8. Well, for me it depends when I start teaching my flying classes, right now, durring summer, it is usially around 10, 11 am. But, in a few weeks, when I start to teach the in class stuff, most days it is around 6, 7.
  9. We almost didnt
  10. a man (or woman, or dolphin, or goddess, or an evil hamster) can never talk TOO much on stsf! :D We dont take to much ::rubs jaw:: why does my jaw hurt so much, doc can you look at my jaw, I think I brock my jaw. A9 says we talk to much. We dont talk to much, you can never talk to much. How does he get that assumtion. I think It is because he is weard. ::gets injected with a seditive::
  11. ::sits back watching t.v, namly the outage because that is the only thing on:: a red car went throughthe intersection, and now a blue, now a green, and that blue car is at fault for the accedent. But the only thing on for the 2, 3 hours after was covrage of that, basicly showing how bad trafic is.
  12. No, they just want the blood to show out. Red on red: cant see the blood, red on yellow, you have every doc in the secter comming to help
  13. Computer start log, 1st lt James Black. “ Lt Black, your order has been noted. I am under higher orders and will be staying on the planer until further notice. Duncan out” “Lt. Duncan, I recommended you move fast on your other orders. With the virus being airborne, and not knowing what the 3rd stage is, we don’t know what the medical effects are, you could be contaminated. I am not going to order you to proceed to evac, but the engineers and me are leaving with wounded caused by the virus. Use the shuttle you came down on. When you get back to the Arc, proceed directly to sick Bay for am medical examination. As for me, I am going into quarantine. I have bean exposed to the virus the longest by air, swallowed some in the bar. Black out” As soon as I finished taking to Lt. Duncan, I slammed my com badge, and then ran back into the treatment plant to grab Seiban in thee firefighter position, over the shoulder. Right after that I ran with Seiban into the shuttle, and did all of the take off procedures. “How are they Jaruq.” I questioned “Well, it would appear that they are unconscious. But, I am not a doctor. For all I now they could be dead.” “Alright, prepare for take off in 5…4…3…2…1… and we’re off.” As the shuttle takes off, a rough one at the, both Seiban and Trichon don’t move, or a noticeable amount anyways. As the shuttle quickly moves up into the atmosphere, the trip seams to get more and more boring. “Well, thanks to you, now we need to go back to the planet and search for the Tepi.” Commented Jaruq “I shot him on high stun, the should put anyone out for a few hours. And, due to Lt. Duncan’s deciding to take both of the teams. He told me on the surface that he wants to talk tome about something. I don’t know what, but I will also bring up the fact that he should have left some marines to help secure the plant. But, lets forget about this, we need to prepare the shuttle for landing.” “Shuttle alpha to Arcadia,” “Arcadia here, we have you on sensors, and you are clear for landing, opening the doors.” Capt. Moose replied. As the shuttle comes around the port nacelle (a lot like on TNG), I suddenly get a sick, vomiting felling. “Maybe we should have left a few minutes earlier.”:: Throws up :: “I think I will be going to sick bay when we get back. I’m bringing us in, prepare for landing, and brace for impact” When the shuttle land, a rough landing at that, I throw up again “Don’t blame me for the rough landing, I’m sick, and not a pilot” +Sick Bay+ Sick bay we have a medical emergency in the shuttle bay, two people on unconscious. ============5 min latter=========== “Seiban, and Trichon have bean exposed to the airborne virus, and the virus in the water. They bath passed out on the surface, just before we left. As for me, I also have bean exposed to the air, and water, I recommend I go into quarantine. This way you can learn about what happens to the body, or what ever you doctors want to do. I will le” ::passes out::
  14. ::races to the platform and grabs the mic, and cant see do to the spot light:: Well, my hobbies, mostly include flying. Well, due to the fact my job is flying, I always am. And when I am not flying, you can see me on the ground, teaching people to fly, and, if I am not teaching, you can see me playing on the PC, or Xbox. And like most of the othr people, I to enjoy watching, and playing sports.
  15. No, he was stoned yesterday. It is a part of what is happening on the arc, so no, no typo.