Sendai Riko

Ah, the compelling and often tragic nature of youthful logic...

Citrus. I'm fond of an orange/grapefruit combination myself.

Considering the number of devices currently on the market to put nice aromas in the air (Glade PlugIns, etc.), I wonder how it's done on a starship. Since you can selectively put sedatives or restoratives into the environmental system, can you also ask for a whiff of citrus to come through into your room?

Seeing that picture reminds me so much of how the fashion of that era left a lot to be desired.

Microbiotic Mutiny After spending more than eight years working to find a way to genetically modify the body to extend its life, Korel J'Ranus had finally achieved his triumphant moment; while the basic principle was never in doubt, how to actually carry out the process had troubled him greatly, but looking back at a small outbreak forty plus years into the past had given him the key. The past outbreak was caused by a mutagenic virus that caused people to start growing extra organs within them, but the virus had been very fragile and didn't spread well, so that it was contained and eventually wiped out, except for a few samples that had been stored in a high-security and ultra-high-containment lab. He had been able to successfully pitch his idea to the government, and was able to work with that virus and study it. Eventually, he discovered the secret to the virus' mutagenic capability, and had then found the way for it to carry out his life-extending manipulation. After successful tests on lab animals, he had been able to approve it for human testing, and was the very first to do so. The testing was a success, but it was difficult to grow the viruses and they still didn't spread well, so the process was cost-prohibitive, and only the richest, most affluent individuals had been able to undergo the process by invitation, which by this point had been classified ultra-secret by the government. Knowing that it would likely stay that way, Korel was determined to bring this miracle of science to the masses, so he went back to work to see if he could make the virus more contagious. Another three years went into this process, and he finally had what he wanted: a virus that was easily spread, and above 97% contractible. More testing was put into effect under standard control procedures, and it was a success. He then wanted to take it to the world, but the government insisted a larger scale test be performed, and a village was set up 48 km from the capitol, and populated with volunteers sworn to secrecy from the government ranks and those with their hands in the government pocket. The virus was unleashed, and all seemed well. After six months, all but eight of the 2,146 volunteers had their lifespans potentially doubled by the virus. However, unknown to Korel and his team, or anyone else, some virus cells had lain dormant in a bathroom within the village. After being hit with some UV radiation, the virus mutated, and began to breed. When a young man came in to the bathroom to clean it, he contracted the virus, went home, and fell ill; thinking it no more than a common cold, he went about his usual business, and thereby infected dozens more. From there, it began to spread like wildfire. At this point, the mutated virus was not truly lethal, but very painful. Korel, meanwhile, had been happily vacationing on one of the southern sub-tropical islands, a well-earned reward for his decade and a half of dedication and hard work. It was then that he heard on the news of a small outbreak in the capitol city, and he called up a colleague in the area to see what was going on. All his friend could tell him, however, is that an unknown virus was causing people to become very ill. There were a few deaths in the elderly and infirm, but healthy adults were struggling through, but with some organ damage. Shortly thereafter, Korel was on a flight back to the capitol to see what he could do. Settled into his lab, he placed a slide with the new virus under an electron microscope and took a look. Five minutes later, he moved away from the eyepiece, pale as a ghost and sweating more than he had broiling under the sun on vacation. He knew the protein shell of his own virus as well, if not better, than the lines and folds of his palms, and the virus under his microscope was the same. Feverishly, he studied the inside of the virus to see what had happened, and felt a thrill of fear upon discovery. His lovely, life-extending virus had mutated into a potential killer. What was worse, is that as people began to contract the first virus, they opened themselves up for the second, because the design of the virus made antibody creation difficult. Out in the world, this is exactly what was happening. As people got a slight fever and maybe a few chills, their body was being modified and their lifespan extended; then, the virus wearing the camouflage of the beneficial one would come in and start attacking. With Korel working frantically to find a way to stop this cycle, the government began ordering supplies and working to treat what was, at that point, a dangerous but not yet entirely lethal outbreak. The virus, however, exposed to more radiation and the mutations expected with much reproduction, changed yet again and became the monster that the senior scientist had feared from the moment he sat up pale and sweaty from his microscope. Transferred for his own safety to an underground bunker, with lab equipment hastily assemble inside, he worked for a cure with his team. Out in the world, however, the highly contractable virus that he had lovingly made for the betterment of his people now had a mind of its own, and with murderous intent; thousands of people came down with the lethal new version, and more and more after that, until it was a tidal wave that no levy could hold back, and the ending was written. The story still played out as hundreds of thousands of people suffered, vomited, bled, and died until all that remained were those that could find an isolated environment to hole up in. Korel, and what of his team and the support staff remained in the bunker, lost all contact with the outside world, and knowing the extent of what had already taken place, he was not optimistic, but continued to find a way to cure or at least prevent the mutated virus from killing what was likely no more than a hundred people throughout the world that may have survived. Then, the tall fair man and the rather scary woman with the ridged head had walked through the door, bearing news of the complete destruction of the civilization, and questions on how it happened. Likely, they also brought the virus, and he would know soon enough if they had carried it. One thing he knew, however, is that if his son started showing symptoms, he would mix a lethal combination of chemicals and kill him kindly before he could suffer. He would not watch his son undergo that death, though he himself would, as punishment for the accidental genocide he committed.

The Mother's Thoughts: "That robo-dog has sure been good for Timmy, but maybe I shouldn't have had the company install the halogen eyes..."

As for the others, that's what happens when you use cookie cutters for anything but cookie dough.

I told you I wanted to go to Disney World for our vacation, but would you listen?

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:: wheels out a giant cake... ...donut with a question mark candle lit on top :: Make a wish Cappy! Happy Birthday!

One of my favorite questions: Why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?

Betting on 1 Lt JG Sendai Riko Settling himself into a seat on the shuttle, Riko let out a deep sigh. Though they would do some searching first, he would be able to go back to the Qob. After his time in the other universe, that's all he had wanted, and the Prophets had granted him that wish. Unfortunately, he had been whisked off the ship after hardly an hour on board to come down to this place, and for a while, he thought he would probably die here. Since the Prophets had yet again spared him, he could relax a moment before they got down to the business at hand. Sargh had come up with a likely list of spots for safe-houses, and they would search them over by scanning those areas with the shuttle. Riko certainly hoped they found something, and preferably, someone. There were hard questions that needed answers. His curiosity, now fed by the relief that he wouldn't be infected with the disease, was humming. Not to mention the fact that Riko had brought up the idea of safe-houses, and it would be good to hit the jackpot, so to speak, especially considering Messner thinks him loopy. Also, Sargh had been much more accomodating than he could remember, and he would like to keep on good terms with him. Especially since the Qel was rather upset with him at the moment, having one of the ridged ones on respectable terms could help a lot more than it would hurt. After sealing the shuttle, he powered up the systems and made certain the sensors were online and ready to go. One group, that's all they needed to find, was one group. Then hopefully they could find out why this travesty happened.

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Left Klingon: Hmm, maybe I should grow out my beard longer... Right Klingon: Uh, why are we all looking into this mirror? Center Kllingon: I'm surrounded by idiots.

lol !!! There were vary many good ones, but that one really made be laugh. You got this one, Leah, have at it.

The Hard Way Lt JG Sendai Riko As Riko lay back on his bed in his room at the Academy, intensely studying for his final exam in criminology, his console lit up, and the computer voice announced an incoming transmission. Rising, the lanky Bajoran made his way over to see who was calling. If it were one of his friends, he would let them leave a message and go back to studying. He saw, however, that the comm came from Bajor, and the ident on it was his eldest brother, Loran. Sighing, he settled in at the console and put the communique through. The face of the Bajoran male popped up, and it smiled. "Riko! Good to see you, I hoped I would be able to get through to you," he said. Smiling in return, Riko nodded. "It's good to see you as well, Loran." "I hope I'm not bothering you?" The elder brother asked. "To be honest, yes. Final exams are coming up, so when I'm not in class, I'm studying or doing other classwork. But... I suppose I could use a break, I've been at it for hours," Riko replied. "Of course," Loran said, laughing. "I remember having to use an air-horn to get your attention back home. I guess a subspace call is more effective. So how are things going?" "Well enough," Riko said without much enthusiasm. His last year at the Academy had been brutal, though it was for most of the cadets. Having switched tracks, though, he was taking a heavier courseload than he would have imagined possible two years ago. "It's been pretty hectic." "You push yourself too hard, Riko." Loran stated bluntly. "You didn't have to push to graduate this year, especially after what you went through." Riko emphatically shook his head. "I need this." A frustrated sigh came through the comm. "Don't start, Loran. I've heard this enough times that I could say it all for you." "You never used to be this stubborn." "I'm not the same person I was before, brother." Riko's mouth was set in a grim line. He knew his brother cared, but he also knew, since their previous attempts were unsuccessful, their parents had put the eldest son up to this. "Tell mother and father I am fine. Yes, I'm working very hard. Yes, I'm not exactly having a wonderful time here, but I have to. I want to get somewhere, Loran, and I can't do that if I sit still." "I know, little brother..." Loran sighed again. "Just make sure the place you're going to isn't a grave, all right? You came close once, and your niece would be very disappointed if her favorite uncle couldn't be around. So would I. Not to mention our parents would probably have a breakdown. You were always their little shining star." Riko shrugged. "I can never figure out how you didn't hate me for that, like Weza did... and still does." "Hah, you know me well enough Riko, that I'm not overly concerned about things like that. I was always in my own world anyway. That's why I know where you're at right now. I managed to escape from that, brother. You need to. Maybe..." Loran chuckled grimly. "Maybe you're heading there, you just have to do it the hard way, you always did make your life as hard as it could be." "It'll be worth it," Riko responded with authority. "And I will take care of myself. You'll see" *** Riko sat in the uncomfortable chair in the Health and Safety Department office, awaiting the arrival of Sargh. He couldn't help but think back to that conversation with Loran, and for the thousandth time, wonder how his family was coping with his disappearance. As he sat in the quiet room, on the quiet planet, with a fatal disease floating around that may leave him lying in a pool of his own vomit and blood, he couldn't help but wonder if his eldest brother was correct, and that Riko had been working himself into a grave since he had signed the application for the Academy. Either that, or he was still working toward his own goal, and doing it the hardest way possible. Only time would tell, and as far as he knew, the time was very short.

I find the shape of olives to be aesthetically pleasing.

A, officially a new erein now... :: has more nefarious thoughts, chuckles evilly :: :D

All right, here we go, and for my second Star Wars pic...

Hehe. It feels like forever, however long it does take, if you're as eager as I was. Hang in there! :D

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This isn't for a custom title, but I don't know how else to ask, and it's sorta-kinda related. Can I have the underscore removed from my display name? i.e. "Sendai Riko" instead of "Sendai_Riko" Thanks!

On Deck Ens Sendai Riko Riko managed, somehow, not to panic in the face of being quarantined indefinitely on the planet amongst a disease that is apparently 100% fatal. He was still quite happy just to be back in his own universe; after all, he had just got back this morning, and that emotional wave had yet to pass by so that other, more desparate emotions could wash in. That's even counting the Qel's rage filled smack in the MRF earlier. So happy was Riko not to be offered a lollipop or ordered to make such confections, the violent outburst had been just what the doctor ordered, so to speak. Though his face was still stinging even now. That said, however, he had little time to think about pleasant or unpleasant encounters from the past, as time continued to plod on and new challenges were laid at his feet. As he and Sargh had made their way near what appeared to be the administrative building for the area they now inhabited, he wondered what, if any, information they could glean from the center's data banks and hard copies. Though he was certainly a good way from even moderate understanding of the events that transpired on this planet, he did know that the disease had spread and killed fast, and that usually doesn't equal a lot of knowledge. He hoped, nonetheless, that someone really enjoyed his or her paperwork here, and jotted down every little tidbit about the crisis. As they approached the front door, he knew he would find out one way or another very soon.

Jean-Luc Picard has a rummage sale.

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