Reese_Hawkins

Actually, I have ordered mine a nice heart-shaped, blue trimmed white cake, I'll be picking it up Saturday. The amazing thing? Six dollars, I must be the man. lol l8r. **Reese Hawkins**

Thanks man, I really like the new avatar I whipped up in all of five minutes for the title. And MGS2 was an awesome game, Substance only improved on it. That's all for now, thanks again! The One.....or not.

Yeah, Im getting tired of mine, so due to my total interest spike in the Matrix, Im going to ask of you that I recieve: "The One" Please, pretty please?

I am an avid fan of TechTV, and I have seen the episode in which you refer to Yvon. My theory is: You can travel into the past, but once you do so, you are stranded in the time where you stop. You cannot travel into the future, because the infinite outcomes that are possible for one person to make would be asking the time machine to tell the entire universe what to do, there are simply too many outcomes to predict what one will make. For instance, say someone tried to travel into the future, I could press any key on this keyboard, a chinese man could choose Moo Goo Gai Pan over Egg Drop Soup, and a Russian could decide not to go drink, which would result in him getting a job toomorrow, that leads him to invent a new type of propulsion that lets us travel to stars in a short time, endless choices results in our failure to travel ahead. And if you did, you would see nothing, because everything had not chosen a path to follow. So travelling nto the past would result in us never knowing if they were successful or not.

For the dumb at heart, that was a SNL joke in the topic description, but I think everyone knew that....I hope... Anyway, I am watching the new Enterprise episode "Cogientor" and they mentioned First Contacts in the first part of it, which immediatly brought up thoughts of the Star Trek movie of the same name. So, being the amateur scientist I am, I thought of this: "Have The Next Generation crew traveled back in time already, before the crew of Enterprise NX-01, or has thay yet to happen in their time? So does the future have to happen before the past? Or would the past occur before the future does like it should?" Both result in a paradox of sorts. What is everyone's thoughts on this? Just a thought. **Reese Hawkins**

The Journey Questions Reese sat down, he was tired from today. No, he was tired OF today. Today, oh God today he caused someone to almost lose their life. He had spent the majority of the day in a daze. "Work? Goto where? Oh yeah, I work in Engineering." Slowly, he put his hands in his face and cried, and just sat there crying. He cried for the longest time, and he didnt know why. He didn't particularly know Loami, all he knew of him was that he was a Trill, and he usually was in Engineering giving order to him and Frox. Reese sat up, and he checked the chronometer, he had sat there for 38 minutes. Just as he began to tell the computer to begin recording for his log, he became overwhelmed by depression again. Thoughts, lots of thoughts, so many thoughts, so many running through his head at Warp 10 speeds. He didnt have time to think about them all it seemed, that was illogical to think you dont have time to think about what your thinking. Reese slumped over his console in his quarters again, overcome with guilt and remorse. He couldnt move, he didn't want to move. He didn't deserve to move. Then, he sat up, his emotions, like a faucet, turned off. He felt his left eye twitch slightly, he them focused on one thing. Water, a glass of water, so serene. It just sat there, motionless and perfect. IT WAS PERFECT. He then felt one thought inside his head emerge from the calm sea of his mind: "It is perfect, you are not, make it wrong. Prove it wrong, you must, you will." Reese stood up stiffly, and very mechanically walked over to the glass of water that mocked him, and stabbed at him with bravado of what it was not. he picked it up calmly, and in rage, hatred, he threw it across the room. He watched its cylindrical form burst against the tritanium bulkhead. He watched the individual pieces of glass break up into smaller slivers, and then pulled to the ground by the gravity plating below him. It was not perfect now, it could not mock him now. But he was not perfect now. He was no more perfect than before. He felt another thought float up to consciousness again: "You are not perfect, you deserved to be that glass. How could you, it meant nothing to you. Look at yourself now, a disgrace to your family, and your heritage." Reese, again, broke down, his own mind was against him. He collapsed onto the floor in a cumbersome looking fetal position. He sobbed. He felt another thought rise, but this time, it said: " Why didn't you tell him about the readings you found in the debris, it would have saved you alot of trouble, ya know, he wouldn't have died." Reese screamed out to his thoughts, as if answering a person, " He is NOT dead! Shut up! Shut up! I don't want to hear this! Stop it!!!!" " Why? You know he will die, you know I am right. You know you are wrong. Stop fighting, give up, you know you will." Reese did not respond to it, his mind had turned against him, it was no longer him, it succeeded from himself and was now his enemy or so it seemed. He rolled over, and stared at the bulkhead staring down at him. He could feel the emotional wave crushing him. He felt depressed, he felt remorseful, guilty, small, and sudden flashes of happiness and humor, and neutral would come shining through the curtain of black that was draped on him. He couldn't breathe, his lungs weren't working, what was going on? He tried to gasp in air, but nothing came in. He started to panic and began to roll around on the ground, hitting his table, the floor, and every now and then a piece of glass would cut his hands. Then, after about a minute of this, Reese fell into unconsciousness. He laid there in a small pool of blood from the rather deep cuts he was dealt on the floor, and slept. His breathing was shallow, and he still was sweating profusely. He laid there until 0700 hours the next day... ...His thoughts receded into the sub-consciousness for now. It was quiet, nothing. He exsisted only in oblivion now, he floated through the blackness, calm, like he was when he was in the academy, and the weeks before this on the Arcadia. He was at peace with whatever was causing this. He knew this would not last forever, Reese cherished this time of peace, he needed to find out what was happening to him. Why is he floating here now? Why is he aware of his unconsciousness? Why did his mind say he was a disgrace to his heritage? So many questions, why so many questions? And where are the answers? He needed to find these, he needed to sort out what was real and what was fake. He needed, guidance.

Log 005 USS Arcadia Ensign Reese Hawkins It was another day, the same as any other. He yawned tiredly as he stood at his post, glancing over the computer readout of the night before. Nothing in particular stood out. Warp Power useage was in acceptable limits, the dilythium intermix chamber was running within specified parameters, the crystals themselves were running smoothly, more smoothly than anything else StarFleet could have issued them. His engine was running fine today. He had heard about the shuttle explosion from members of the crew the other night, and it was quite a tragedy to hear, supposedly. There was alot of speculation running about that it was faked. And this was his opinion too, how do you explain a shuttle suddenly exploding? You find out how shot it down or who bombed it. Obviously no one shot it down, as there wasn't an uncloaked ship anywhere near them, but the second option, a bomb, was quite feasible. But why? And where were they taken to, or was it suicide? All that would be answered soon enough, as he was already packing up for the the scheduled scan of the debris in Cargo bay 2. He saw Frox walk out from around the corner in a loose fasion responding to his presence. " Hello Reese, another day, another shift." He responded with a smile and a nod, and just then his comm badge beeped and the Captain came through clearly. "Moose to Engineering, I need all hands to get down to Cargo Bay 2 and help science figure out what happened to our shuttle." Reese nodded to himself and responded calmly. "I'll have us right on it. Engineering out." Frox headed off to Medical for a routine exam, so he called on Ensign Bradley to help out. Reese reached the Bay first, only to find Loami on the job. Bradley soon followed. Reese waved his tricorder around the wreckage for awhile, scanning for for anomalous material and such, not sure of what he was looking for. Kind of like telling you to go search for something in a haystack, and not telling you to look for the needle. Then, he thought back to the thoughts he had earlier: bombs. He instantly narrowed it down to one type, Cobalt. Highly volitile, can be made into smaller compact versions, easily concealed. " Mr. Loami, I think I have a theory. I believe this was the cause of a Cobalt bomb. Think about it, they obviosuly wanted us to find this, ruling out any kind of anti-matter intermix sabotauge. Cobalt bombs are small enough to hide anywhere nowadays, and they can still hold enough power to destroy, say, a shuttle? And you couldnt use an Ion bomb ar anything smaller than a Cobalt bomb, not enough punch. And look, set your tricorder to search for the element CObalt, wide spread dispersal, and scanning range of 20 meters. It's everywhere." Reese did this as well. And low and behold, there it was, all over the wreckage. He saw some anomalous material in the readout, it was active Cobalt under the piece of a console, but in his excitement he left out that detail to Loami. Then, he got another comm from Moose, quickly telling him that they needed Warp 4. He rushed out of cargo bay 2 without hesitation. Just as he got out of the turbolift into engineering, the lights, and the engine, shut down. He cursed to himself, and before he could even think about anything else, his comm badge beeped. "Reese, it's Frox, Loami has been hurt. Apparently something ignited leftover material in the shuttle, and he was hurt severely. Do you know anything about what might of happened?" "Reese? Reese are you there? Reese respond!" He couldn't hear Frox, he couldn't here the red alert claxons going off around him. He was in a daze, and emotions flooded him like he was standing in front of a tidal wave. He leaned up against the wall, and let out one small breath, seeing flashbacks of his tricorder readings. Short of breath, and suddenly very tired, he whispered to himself. "Loami...." The only place he could think of going was his quarters, he couldn't face Loami now, and he didn't want to talk about it. Yes, his quarters sounded quite nice right now...

My Wife and STSF. um, that show is cool, and if you havent seen it, then shame on you. :(

I voted for the reitrement cash...why? cuz heck I can take it and buy a mercedes-benz! I bet Dac voted that too so she could get some more grass skirts and those red-ruby high heels I saw her trying to steal at Macy's the other day.

StarFleet Personnel Files of the United Federation of Planets USS Arcadia NCC-1742-E Ensign Reese Hawkins ==Class 1 Clearance Required== ------------========------------ =============================================== Name: Reese Hawkins Rank: Ensign Race: *Human 1/8 Vulcan Origin: Earth - London - Western Calvary Hospital Sex: Male Age: 21 Eyes: Green Hair: Brown Height: 5' 11" Weight: 70 kgs. == Class 4 Clearance Required == ------------========------------- =============================================== *: He is human, but there is slight variance of inhuman DNA in his genetic code that links him with a Vulcan grandparent. Although this would mean his grandfather was a full Vulcan, it was never on the record, as his grandfather Captain Theodore Hawkins, had no Vulcan trademarks. This is a genetic anomaly, or assumed so, but higher ranking officials believe he was a Vulcan agent sent to make sure Humans do not advance to quickly, which is why he was decommisioned with his vessel the USS Cougar, on 2357. * Reese Hawkins was born in London on September 5, 2360. He is one of two sons, and a daughter, by his parents Catherine Hawkins and Jeremy Hawkins. When he was 16, his sister Tiffany was killed on a Federation transport vessel enroute to Earth from Starbase 109. When suddenly, it was attacked by a Klingon Bird of Prey and destroyed immediatly. She was 23, and a Leiutenant Junior Grade, serving as an Assistant Engineer. His brother Charlie Hawkins, upon hearing the news, went out in a stolen Federation shuttlecraft and attacked the nearest Klingon Vessel, a V'ortcha class battlecruiser. Although the ship he stole it from, the USS Monitor beamed him out of the craft before it was destroyed. He was then kicked out of StarFleet Academy and was never to return. He know serves as a Marine Geologist on the Atlantic coast, working on the new "Atlantis Project". Reese, at the minumum age limit, signed up for transfer to San Francisco to become a Cadet. But due to his parents and in part the accident that led to his siter's death, was restrained from going. The next year, he secretly left his house and jumped onto a cargo vessel routed for San Fransico, and joined anyways. His parents have not forgiven him, and refuse to accept any communication from StarFleet. Yet he still sends them, every week. In 2378, he successfully graduated from StarFleet Academy at the top of his class in the department of Engineering. Many say it was his sister's death the drove him towards becoming a StarFleet officer, especially sense he appears to excel in Engineering and Quantum Mechanics. Other say it was because of the Unhonorable discharge his grandfather recieved in 2357, and thus wanted to give the Hawkins name a good reputation again, seeing how his brother and his grandpa had dirtied it. Though he does not blame his brother or his grandfather for their actions, he does believe they should have thought things through before jumping the gun and not taking the ######. In response to these words his brother shuns him as well, believing that Reese took the cowards way and stood by and watched his sister die. So Reese has also turned his back on Charlie. In 2380, he recieved his post as Assistant Engineer onboard the Arcadia-E. Only to lose contact with the vessel hours later. Under the command of Captain Moose, he enjoys working with the advanced technology onboard the Sovereign class vessel. He continues his triumphant march to perfection, peak efficency. The same drive he had in StarFleet Academy. This, SI believes, appears to be the Vulcan genetics kicking in. SI is keeping their eyes on him for now, suspicous of his bloodline.

Two words.....Roger Moore Who would WANT to.....two words....Reese Hawkins

Thanks all for your support. As by now of this post, IM on the Arcadia, with a new sim family. Quite like a family as each of the members are threads in a sock, and when you take away one, you got a hole, and then your toe fills it and it hurts after awhile. :o So in conclusion, thanks. :)

Excellent man, from now on in simming I will use these as my "Prime Directive". You know why? No really I was hoping you would :-). On a further note, I want to commend Ensign Frox on the Arcadia for doing a great job these past two weeks. He didn't need a blatant reminder of these in his past two weeks. Seeing how I have had considerable time to work with him these two weeks in Engineering, I felt I would point his work out. Kudos Mordan. Lol. (inside joke). **Reese**

::collapses onto the floor stiffly, and looks forward to maybe shoreleave or a good ole' battle with the Borg or Romulans:: Perhaps I will get some real action now, he heh. ::notices he was robbed of his clothes and is in his skibbies:: Ah well, I feel quite liberated and free this way. :)

Ensign Reese Hawkins Log 002 USS Arcadia Begin log... "You have the word." Ah yes, those four little words were all I needed to press a small button to activate the anti-matter injectors, that would pour energy into the core, and onto an Orb sent to us by gods that would get us home. It was hard, real hard. It felt like my finger was being held up by one of those gods, not allowing me to press the button. I had to breathe, calm myself. I brought my mind to bear on the fact that these were gods, hopefully, and knew what they were doing. But you never know, they could be doing this to see if we could screw up bad enough to the point that we all die. I kept on thinking back to Q. His encounters with the Enterprise D, he was merely toying with them when he flung them far into the Delta Quadrant, and revealing us to the Borg. He shook himself out of his thought, he had to FOCUS! He brought his index finger on the button, activating the core that stood tall in front of him. He heard the familar hum of the core feeding massive amounts of energy into the dilythium chamber. It was successful, Zel was right. He leaned forward gasping for air, as he had been holding his breathe for quite sometime, bracing for an impact that never occured. He was mad at himself for not having faith, faith in himself and his newfound family and crew. But who could blame him? He contacted the Captain, informing him of the newly restored power. Lights were coming on, and turbolifts charging up. He watched silently as small consoles through Main Engineering blipped to life, as they fed in new information of where and when they are. He never thought he would be so glad to see the diagnostic console on, but he was. He wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced over at Zel. Her face showed very little emotion. It wasn't one of suprise, obviously as she had told him three or four times that it would work, but one of satisfaction, like something had just been revealed to her. He shrugged it off, eager to get to the bridge. He made his way to the turbolift, motioning for Zel to follow. But just as he made the motion, the whole ship became translucent. He could see through the main console, through the bulkheads to the stars beyond. He was, once again, in disbelief. He soon found himself making a loud thud on a floor he couldnt see. He had fallen down. Making his way up was harder than trying to clean a dirty plasma injector half a meter out of your reach. But he looked on, as Zel simply stood there, motionless, but in awe as well. A glimpse of emotion sprung from her face. She was obviously happy about this. This was something she had seen before. He looked around again, and found there were many, portals. Lights flowing about in the invisible ship that were about the average height of a man. They were everywhere, he could even look up and see them on the decks above, including the bridge. Then before he could say anything to Zel, or anyone else, he found himself on the ground. They were all in a tall field of grass, with a small tree over in the distance. He could make out the familar colors of Starfleet uniforms. Zel had already started to cut through the tall grass towards the rest, and he followed. He was eager to get to the Captain. They found him, and the rest of the Arcadia crew. Minus the two missing ones. The Captain was leaning against the side of the tree trunk. He was chatting with Lt. Commander Dacotah over what just happened and how they could do it again. They came to the conclusion that thought was the culprit. It reminded him of the Enterprise-D's account with the being called The Traveller. Thought was a powerful mechanism, indeed. Then without warning, we were taken to our missing crew mates, and quickly taken to what was a Vogart ship. Most of the equipment looked as if it were long abandoned, except for a small console. it sat in the corner meekly, flashing an eerie green light. That couldn't be good... End Log...