LtCmdrKresh

Yo, work issues going to be tying me up for a few weeks at least. Might need to take a bit of an LOA as I have to be up at the crack of dawn the next few weeks and this new late start time just ain't going to work with that. See ya in a few.

Kresh~

Alessandro Zareh stood prostrate in the doorway of his quarters with a towel draped over one shoulder as he finished washing his face.

Uhm..come again??! And just how do you do that? 'Stood prostrate?'

See, I told ya command was all confused

pros·trate/ˈprɒstreɪt/ Show Spelled [pros-treyt] verb, -trat·ed, -trat·ing, adjective verb (used with object)

1. to cast (oneself) face down on the ground in humility, submission, or adoration.

2. to lay flat, as on the ground.

Welcome aboard boyo.....nice to meet ya, as long as you stay out of engineering, like all the other guys from security that are banned from entering

Since I can't comment on the other string on the GM Messages, I'm starting another here for us green pawn people.

Grats to ya Blu and the crew of the Republic for making it to 19 years of simming without killing each other yet. Sorry I couldn't make it

to your party last night as I was travelling, but I expect an invitation for the 20th anniversary next year!

Grats again you guys!

Kresh~

Yo,

Thanks all!! Good trip excect. OMG!! I Can't believe we lost to the Lions, but after the game we went to Hooters for wings and to watch more football.

And T'Mir sweetie, you know giving me donuts is like proposing right?

Kresh~

Yo...sorry missed tonight, client invited me to go to Celtic's playoff game. Love my peeps....but they had roundball, suds and sausages....later.

Kresh

Yo...so this job assignment...timing on it stinks, but I think I'll be able to be back in the next few weeks. Sorry it was longer than I expected. Sorry I've left you with Bethany that long..but lol...that also helped my decision to take this assignment. JK Bethany...ya know I haz <3 4 ya!

Oh for crying out loud! I just got that damned hot tub set back up in the engineering maintenance shaft back by the water coolant tanks, and managed to disguise it pretty well if I must say so myself. And then she showed up. If you looked up misery in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Bethany posted there. Hell, you'd find her under torture, anguish, despair, greif, torment, curse, misfortune, plague, blight, bane of all existance, demented, senile, and several other entries as well in several different languages. And all because of that little git down in medical, the same one I had popped in the face for his affront to my female officer...hell, I wouldn't have went as far as he has suggested myself....well, maybe not. Now the evil blight is going to stay on the ship and make all of our lives a living nightmare. How do I know this? Because I've had to deal with off and on for about 20 years now. Her entire purpose in life I believe is to see just how many people she can make miserable in one sitting.

And being herself, she has already demanded that Huff's hot tub be reinstalled into her VIP suite. That will do nothing but make Huff miserable as well. That's all I need. 2 miserable women getting their undies in a bunch...too many hormones going to be reacting up on that bridge, I intend to stay far from it to say the least. However, to try to cut some of that out for the rest of the crew, I find myself hard pressed to believe I'm doing this, but I'm having my hot tub dismantled and sent up to Bethany's at this very moment. She doesn't need to know it's not Huff's, and Huff will still have her tub, so she'll be off everyone's back as well. All I know...is that that blue haired nightmare best not stay too long. I'm really going to miss my stress relief, and I'm damed if I'll be sneaking into it while she's here either. Then again...there is another option...I'm doing Huff a favor...perhaps I can occassionally sneak into hers. Maybe I will get lucky, and still be there when she slips in too.

I friggin' hate you people........

<it's bad enough I rent a room from her when I travel in the NE, but to have to sim with her too....I will get even with you all>

Name: T'Aral, Raj^kl"u~ess'q

Rank: Ensign

Current Department: Engineering

Requested Department(s): Science, Communications

Reason for Transfer Request: Cultural conflict, of nature sufficient to interfere with the good order of Starfleet Operations.

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Approvals:

_Transfer Denied_ Department Chief, Current, Lt. Commander Raneef Kresh

(Additional note: Insubordinate, but has the potential to be trained. Transferring to avoid

unpleasant duty assignment not acceptable. All new staff begin with this task, will not

make an exception for some uppity cadet right out of the Academy who goes touching

equipment without being cleared and authorized to do the task, then gets all touchy

about it. Once I recieve medical clearance for this one, because at the last report I had

recieved from Medical, she had been admitted due to some sort of mental issue, I

recommend double shifts for 2 weeks to learn the appropriate basic systems of this ship.

_______________ Department Chief, Proposed

_______________ Executive Officer

_______________ Commanding Officer

NAME: RANEFF KRESH

RANK:LIEUTENANT COMMANDER

HOMEWORLD: MIRACHT (TELLAR IN TERRAN), 61 CYGNI

SPECIES: MIRACHI (TELLARITE)

GENDER: MALE

AGE: 54

Raneff (pronounced as Ran-EF) trained all his life as an engineer. His father was an engineer, his mother was an engineer, his father's mother and father were engineers, his mothers father, well he was doctor, but all families have their relatives that everyone frowns upon. So, it was inevitable Raneff would be training and schooling to be an engineer. He attended all the best schools on Maracht. Others in the Federation call it Tellar, a name the Mirachi have come to accept, but still wonder why human's felt they had to rename everyone's homeworld, something that might never be known.

Wanting to attend the best engineering schools he could, he applied to Spacefleet Academy and gained entrance to it and its supurb engineering department. Graduating in the top twentieth of his class, he was assigned to work at the Utopia Planetia Shipyards, building ships and working to modify those systems that needed to be updated. During rotation, was assigned a short stint on the USS Hood under the command of Captain Mikels and Commander Mulder, to gain a better understanding of ships systems under duress and general usage. Eventually assigned back to the shipyards, Raneff eventually requested a transfer back to Mirach (Tellar), where he married and had children. His wife - Marfie and he, had a litter of 6, four sons, two daughters, all of which need schooling, which made Raneff realize he needed to increase his credit vouchers. He decided he would have to

reapply for space detail, a much higher paying endeavor.

After several stints between fleet and yard duty, Kresh and Marfie were up to 27 youngsters. Marfie said it was time for him to go back to work in space again for a bit, as the pay was better, and she needed the break.

Upon receiving his transfer papers he noted he was to be reassigned to the USS Hood.

Kresh has a few downfalls:

1) he likes to flirt with the skirts and loves a good leg.

2) as many offworld do not understand Mirach attitudes, discussions have often turned into arguments, which have turned into physical fights. (Kresh has been demoted 5 times from LtCommander to Lt, and once from Commander to Lt Commander. It has been rumored that he started half of these fights on purpose, to avoid taking on an XO post which would have taken him away from his engine room. ) Has been personally demoted by Admiral Bethany 5 of the 6 times.

3) he enjoys a good stiff drink

UPDATED BIO:

As the Hood has entered an alternate timeline somehow, things have noticably changed, though only a few of those that had been on the ship for an extremely long time noted anything, and over time, confusion on if that other timeline had actually existed began to cloud all of their memories. In this timeline, his mate has met her demise in an unfortunate accident a a food processing facility back home, and his 4 children have stopped speaking to him as they blame Kresh for her having to work in the first place, because he was always off playing in space, chasing after that woman captain that he kept going back to serve, and accused him of having an affair with her. If only it were true.....

A new boyo to break in......

Note to staff:: Just keep him away from the engines. That last one did enough damage, I'd hate to have to lock another ensign in the head to keep him safe.

Hey yo! My work schedule has really been screwing up trying to get to sims lately, as I'm usually still stuck in an airport/plane, or driving back from some tedious meeting. This crappy winter weather across the midwest and northeast has been a real nutbuster. Should be changing up a bit, so hope to return shortly. Tell the girlie to keep an eye on my warp core while I'm gone.

Hang loose!

Kresh~

Yes my dear, sweet women of the Hood. I know you must have all fallen into a deep dispair by now, but I am soon to return. My travel committement for this quarter for my company is almost over, and I will once again be gracing your evenings with my presence.

I know, I know....it's hard to believe it's true!! That I will be returning to be the rock you all need, amongst so many pebbles that are little more than young boys.

So...the rest ya boyos........stand aside, for the ever dashing Kresh is about to return and sweep my women off their feet and into my........waiting arms. :blink:

Huff sweetie....warm up the hottub, I'll be back in a week or so.

Kresh~

It took another hour and a half of meditation before he could leave the small room and return home, where he had no appetite, but ate because it was logical.

If you'd have eaten a dozen donuts...I bet you'd have felt better much sooner boyo!

Not a bad log, even if it is missing donuts, or other food for that matter.

Kresh~

Hey Girlie!!

You forgot to include the part where you secretly have a major thing for Kresh,

but are afraid he won't notice you, for all his looking at Huff.

/bump

Just to show Huff my sexy new avatar!

When you going to have me up for some of that wine in your hottub hon?

K~

Aww, I missed the Youngling's birthday! Happy birthday, little guy... You can come get your hug at the next SL, if you think Mommy and Daddy will let you fly by yourself... ;D

ROFLMAO!! Dude....maybe, just maybe, I'll share one of my girlies with you next time we go to Vegas, but you have to get there early, as I usually am doing structural consults on the weekends, and can only get in there on Wed or perhaps Thurs again next year.

We'll at least grab a beer.

K~

 

I have found a genetically modified wheat-flour, produced in large quantities on Torvan II, that would be suitable.

 

Finding a sugar substitute, however, has been much more difficult.

 

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Boyo....you even think about touching my donuts, and you'll find yourself needing a parka to deal with the environmental settings in your quarters.

Modified Wheat Flour...the nerve..... Wheat belongs in beer, with hops. Not donuts.

::crosses Taurek off of his Holiday Dinner party list::

BAH!! Damned Sorry Huffikins.......

As I had been hinting at last week, I had some work in Atlanta this week and was going to try to swing by for a night or two, take over Blu's dinner dealio and grab up a few of you girlies to go do some Salsa dancing.

Bad news though.... Then my supervisor needs to send me up north to do some consulting on a roadway project that incurred some issues this week, so I'll not be able to come suprise everyone this year like I did last year when I cannon balled you and flipped that innertube over under that waterfall.

Ah...good times....seeing Huff stuck upside down in an innertube! (she still gets me back in sims for that)

Don't get rained on....

Kresh~

Wait...I'm confused.

George is leaving. That I get. Later dude...come back when ya can.

Lava says she's not simming, but just boards. S'ok....time constraints abound. Play when ya can.

Eagle then says he's miffed and therfore leaving. Yea, ok. Then he's saying he's posting to other sims? What gives boyo? Are ya in or out? In is better dude. Next time though, try saying what ya got to say in one post, no need to grandstand and repeat it in multiple posts. Reading the same thing over and over is a waste of time. Time is money. Money equals comfort. Don't damage my comfort.

Kresh~

Ok girlies and boyos......Tell us what you excuse is for not having went last night to

see the new movie. We want to talk about it, but can't yet cause you ain't seen it yet!!

Kresh~

Kresh had finished his shift up in the masts, and headed below. There seemed to be some sort of storm brewing, but figuring that there was little more that he could do since he had tied up the sheets securely, he rambled off to catch some shuteye. Up above, he could hear the creak of the wooden beams as the ship shifted with the heavy seas, but he knew better than to take one of the solid bunks, but had opted for one of the hammocks instead. While the storm raged above, he was gently rocked to sleep in the cradle of cloth, with only the occassional crash of thunder causing him to stir between snores, and wiping away the sporadic drip from above.

After several hours of restful sleep, Kresh awoke to the moans of the seasick around him, and the stench of buckets used for both vomiting, chamber pots, as well as cleaning the deck. One thing did worry him, was that the water being passed around yesterday, was from a similar bucket, and he had noticed a foul flavor to the water. These buckets were only being cleaned by a quick dip overboard into the brine of the ocean, and he for one...did not wish to drink from someone's chamberpot. Granted, for the male crew, it was a bit easier to relieve oneself, but for the females or for other functions, it was a difficult task.

Going down below, he began to shift crates and boxes around until he found enough of what he was looking for. Taking a pair of crates, some nails and some cured heavy leather. Lining one of the crates with the leather, nailing it tightly and cutting a small outlet in the bottom. Over the top of the outlet, he fastened a firm strip of leather, with an attached lenght of rope which came out over the top of the box. Fastening the crate to the wall about shoulder level, he stepped back, making sure it was reachable. Doing the same to the second larger box, he placed it below the first on the floor. Then, taking a piece of bamboo he had found in the cargo area, he ran it down from the tank above, to the back of the lower, larger sized box, which he had also secured inside, a large porcelin wash basin which he had carefully chipped a small hole in the bottom of, and finally enlarged.

He then knocked out a small knothole in a board on the side of the ship, fastened a leather flap over it that would only open outward, thus making a flange seal, and fastened another short lenght of bamboo from the basin to the hole. Finally, taking some tar from the repair stores, he sealed the various pipes and crevasses of the boxes to make them water tight. Placing a lid on the box with a hole cut out, was the final touch.

Looking around, he found some sheeting, and hung it over some beams to wall off the contraption, and set to work testing it out. Filling the tank, he found an old book in a crate and tested out his invention, and when finished the chapter, pulled the rope, pleased with the quick flush of the box, out the side of the ship, and no longer having to be carried up above and dumped.

Grinning, he went above, to go inform Huff of the new privy.

Kresh~

Some kind of Monster

Wait.....I have two I have to do......

BluRox or Bethany take yer pick

and

Posted on Aug 5 2004, 12:46 PM

Honey Buns (The snack...)

Huff

Then, hey, you can also try to set up assassinations, and take their personal data crystals from them too, but be warned, there will be monitors watching.

Ohhhhh, watch out if you're going to go play with Blu. From what I hear, she's taken out someone just about every year, and only got caught once. My advice, even if she's playing something good, kill her while you have the chance!!! ROFL!! :D

Kresh~