Sendai Riko

That's exactly how it was for me: Dr_Taurek was the login and Dr. Taurek was the display name. I always had to use the login to get into the chat rooms before, but now that doesn't work, but the display version does. However, to get into the message boards, I still have to use the login.

I'm very much enjoying the new optical mouse I got via the paternal cash donation. It's about time my tech-rodent moved into the 21st Century. :lol: As for the rest... I haven't finished shopping yet. :P

Monkey: Yee haw! Dog: Don't feel bad, I get paid double Milk Bones for this.

lol Kansas, good one. Tag, you're it!

Speculations Ens Sendai Riko As Riko wandered around the rather antiquated room looking for evidence relevant to their current situation, he could not help but think about his situation. Finally, after what seemed like two eons, he had escaped the realm of pastels and chipper Klingons to return home. In no time at all after returning, Messner thought he was crazy; TroNoQ had hit him; Sargh had, playfully at least, gut punched him. So far, other than choosing him to come on this mission where he may be exposed to some fatal microbe or substance, KWalus hadn't managed to cause any damage. He hadn't expected hugs and kisses upon his return, but he at least thought that his crew-mates would listen to him. Not having taken the best tact, perhaps, in informing them, due to his happiness at being home, he still expected a bit less impatience. Meanwhile, the Bajoran found himself on an anonymous planet in the H'tiss sector trying to solve the unexplained fatalities in the complex. Hopefully Kwalus and TroNoQ would be able to find the surviving people and get some information out of them, because what he was seeing in the room wasn't that much of a help. Though, he thought the facility could be a biological research center. Having spent quite a few years preparing to be a scientist before switching over to security, he was familiar with that utilitarian feel of lab data centers, which is the vibe he was getting. He honestly felt like he still was a scientist, and continued to study what he could in his private time. Though, now being in security, he was favoring forensics. Putting some of that to work, he continued his search, trying to avoid the rather chatty Sargh. He didn't want to make the Klingon laugh again and risk getting a broken rib.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Here ya go!

To: Santa From: Hugh Hefner

In Transit Ens Sendai Riko Riko stood there looking at Sargh with a finger held aloft in the intergalactic "hold on a minute" signal, preparing to look over at Random and tell her off for what he hoped would be the final time, he was interrupted. WhhhOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOsh!!!!! If he were on a planet, he would say the world turned upside down. Being on a ship, however, it was more like the artificial gravity generators reversed polarity. That would have been bad enough on its own, but then he began to feel like he was being turned inside out. His vision narrowed, tunnel vision at its finest. Sargh suddenly looked as if he were a kilometer away, but Riko also felt that if he twitched his finger he could touch the addle-brained, yet sweet-natured Klingon. His skin tingled, and his organs began playing a not so angelic tune inside him. Then, the nausea whalloped him, accompanied by a wave of dizziness. The world around him, such as he could see, blurred, and he was envoloped in a hazy realm of duality. His senses were overwhelmed with it: the cloyingly sweet smells of one universe, the musty malodorous stench of the other; bright lights and pastels, and artificial dusk and deep shades. The sounds were more similar, but the levels were amazing. Identical voices clawing over one another in different tones and attitudes, jockeying for very his limited neural bandwidth. Suddenly, though, it stopped, and Riko wobbled where he stood as his overloaded brain struggled to process his surroundings. After what seemed an eternity according to his internal clock, his vision cleared and he took in his surroundings.

These guys had no idea that their transmission was about to die, because they couldn't hear it over the jiggling noises.

Such a lovely wicker basket! I think it should stay right here. I mean it.

Loch Ness Monster> Why do they never serve donuts over here in Scotland?

When you're tearing a person apart, molecule by molecule, you'd expect some sensitivity in the operation of them. Bones isn't the only one that doesn't want his molecules scattered around the galaxy. :D

2 Months after the crash of the Enterprise-D Federation News Service: Reports that the crash of the Enterprise D was the fault of the pilot, Deanna Troi, may have been incorrect. The Federation Transportation Safety Board has determined that there was a computer malfunction. ... LCdr Data said, "As we were trying to bring ventral thrusters online to remain in orbit after the warp core breach, I received a 'fatal exception' error. We didn't have time to re-boot before we crashed onto Veridian III." ... Deanna Troi was unavailable for comment.

#64: No matter how long the list grows, you still find something else to add to it.

Though I can't consider myself an avid TOS era fan, I do enjoy a lot of the novels written in that era, though I still prefer TNG. I would say that J.M. Dillard is my favorite author that dabbles in the Trek universe for novels. The range of style and quantity is fascinating to me, which leads me to suspect that there isn't a great deal of oversight involved. I've read some that even I, Mr. Book Lover, have considered burning in a bonfire, and others that have made me feel that I'm actually in the Trek universe.

Blood and Guts Ensign Sendai Riko OOC: There is some semi-violent imagery herin, be warned. As Riko held K'Mar after finally getting the child to suckle from the bottle, he began to contemplate the fate of the Qel. This last trick was more than enough for even the most levelheaded of individuals to get fed up, and since his arrival in this universe, Riko had been anything but levelheaded. His frustration level with TroNoQ had finally boiled over, and the only reason he hadn't already throttle the candymaker was the child. Even as angry as he was, he couldn't just drop the child and attack. That gave him enough time, thankfully, to think over the situation. Riko wasn't entirely certain that he would let the Qel get away with the many transgressions, and images of the pink Klingon's head flying off followed by a terrific fountain of blood wouldn't quite disappear from his mental viewscreen. However, should he decide to do something, it would be wise to wait until he was certain that he would or would not be escaping from this hell. As he gently rocked the boy, who greedily devoured the neutrino laden formula, he thanked his eldest brother, Loran, for having a child. Riko's nephew, Reza, had been a difficult little one too, and during his last vacation he had watched the child for a while. Since he had been roped into this, and thinking of it he cursed TroNoQ for the umpteenth time since arriving here, he would do it well. He pitied K'Mar, for he was not certain of how well Kwalus would be as a mother, though looking over at her cradling her daughter he thought perhaps there wasn't much to worry about. He doubted Sargh would be a good father to the child, either, though perhaps a good friend. Though it was imperative that he didn't handle the child until it was old enough to defend itself. Riko doubted he'd be any less careless with a child than a hamster. He smiled, though, thinking of the last hamster's demise, as he pictured the hamster morphing into a teeny tiny Qel and undergoing the same treatment. Unfortunately, he would have to invent a shrinking device to do that, and rather than that, he'd expend the energy in finding a way home. Taking a moment to shift the child, which caused another quantity of spittle to land on his uniform, he sighed. Never before had he experienced such blood-lust, and the Klingons' predilection for it used to disturb him. Ironically, it was a Klingon that caused his own. Though "Klingon" in this universe didn't mean much, and no more would he complain about the Klingons in his own universe. As he moved over to the wall, he nearly tripped over the detritus from the candies that Kwalus had annhilated during her labor. He swore he would never touch candy again, unless it were to grab a handful of TroNoQ's lollipops so that he could shove them down his throat until the Qel exploded in a bloody mass of pink goo. How, even in this universe, they could have such an incompetent healer was entirely beyond him. K'Mar seemed finished with the bottle, so Riko tossed it away, and inexplicably, it managed to hit TroNoQ in the back of the head. He would much rather have thrown something very pointy, though. The thought of this universe's Qel walking around with a dagger sticking out of the back of his head was quite amusing, and he was sure that even Daggerhead would see the humor in it. He chuckled as he burped the baby. The food apparently did the trick, and K'Mar was much more docile now. Rocking him gently, Riko sang a Bajoran lullaby to the little one until he fell asleep. Looking over at Kwalus, he moved to her and gently laid the boy with her next to Leah. "They're beautiful, Kwalus," he said before he retreated from the bed. Walking away, he somehow managed to bang into TroNoQ, causing him to drop the tray of candy he was carrying. "Oops."

My access to Brit shows is limited, and haven't seen it, but I have heard of it. Would probably have tried it out if it were on. :: misses having access to British televison ::

:: cue white light and angelic voices :: Hallelujah! :D

George Lucas made a mistake in the script, more like it.

Thinking: "Okay, this shouldn't take him long, it never does."

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Walking beside him was Engari Trilaso, who had his phaser out and held it comfortably in his left hand as his eyes surveyed the land in the same fashion as Riko's tricorder. On their left and right flanks were pairs of security personnel. Behind them walked the rest of the team, which included the team commander Terrence Shaw and another four security people.</p> <p>They had received a hurried, broken distress call ten hours ago, and had rushed at maximum warp to the small M class moon. A few hours before they arrived the beacon was interrupted and lost, and as they maneuvered into orbit, they were unable to pinpoint where it had come from. There were also high concentrations of ceramide in the soil, which made scanning difficult, so the best that they could do was draw a two kilometer circle around the likely location. The away team formed and headed to the shuttlebay; the ceramide deposits also made using the transporter entirely too risky.</p> <p>Shaw piloted the shuttle down himself, and landed in a small clearing a few hundred meters from the midpoint of the search area. They disembarked, and Riko was ordered to the front to scan for any signs of those who left the distress signal. It didn't go well at first; the ceramide deposits made the tricorder nearly useless in its standard configuration, so they returned to the shuttle so that he could make some modifications to the tricorder. With that done, they set out once again.</p> <p>The progress was very slow, for even with the modifications, the tricorder required data from several different angles to narrow down the correct bearings. So they wound through the heavily forested area in a serpentine crawl, getting bitten by at least four different types of flying insects constantly along the way. Having grown up in a similar environment, Riko was less bothered by it than the others. For the umpteenth time since they set out, Engari smacked his phaser arm with his free hand, then wiped the purple goo splattered on it over his pants.</p> <p>"Whoever programmed this simulation had entirely too much fun," he muttered.</p> <p>Riko snorted. He was forced to agree, though he was quite impressed by the realism of it. Most of the ship-based simulations seemed so bland. "It could be worse," he finally responded quietly.</p> <p>Heading again to the left to try to triangulate the latest readings, he heard a thud behind him and a curse. Stopping, Riko looked back and saw Shaw had tripped over a tree-root and had fallen forward into a rather muddy puddle. He didn't feel bad about it at all. Shaw was a constant pain in the neck, and was as arrogant a person that Riko had ever met. If the fool wasn't going to watch his footing while hiking through the wild woods, he deserved what he got. He waited just long enough for Harrison in the back to help him to his feet before he started up again. Shaw would have to wipe himself off on the move.</p> <p>They traveled another 300 meters when Riko's tricorder began beeping. Their winding, difficult trek had finally paid off, and the sensors were able to pinpoint what appeared to be a small shuttlecraft off to the northeast. Engari leaned over and studied the data with his own eyes.</p> <p>"Nice work," he said, his smile genuine if a bit belabored by the hiking and bug swatting.</p> <p>"Sir, I've pinpointed the source," Riko said as he turned back to Shaw. "Looks like a small shuttle, approximately 450 meters bearing 330."</p> <p>"It's about damn time! Get us there, and try walking in a straight line for once!" Shaw replied.</p> <p>"Yes, sir." Riko headed off to the northeast, and the team walked in silence for a while. When they were about a hundred meters away from the craft, he looked over to Engari and spoke quietly. "Are we just going to barge in without any precautions?"</p> <p>With a wry smile, the Trill cadet turned his head and called back to Shaw in a muted voice. "Sir, we're just about there. Should we stop here and send out a scout?"</p> <p>"No! The sooner we get there, the sooner we can rescue them and get out of here," Shaw called back, not so mutely.</p> <p>"You heard the man, Cadet Sendai. Lead on," Engari said. After a moment, he leaned in and whispered to the Bajoran. "Keep sharp, and find the nearest boulder to hide behind if things go sour."</p> <p>Riko nodded, and continued to lead the team toward the shuttle. A few minutes later, they crested a small hill and could see it. The small craft was crumpled and burned. The combination of the ceramide and the plethora of vegetation made scanning for lifeforms nearly impossible. He practically had to jab the thing into Engari's chest earlier to get a reading on him. So when the Trill asked if he was detecting any, he could only shake his head.</p> <p>Now that glory time had approached, Shaw moved forward right past Riko who had slowed down as he tried to scan the area for anything of note. Marching straight for the crashed shuttle, his head held high and a very feigned look of concern on his face, the team leader got within ten meters of it before Engari caught up to him.</p> <p>Riko and the remainder of the team were not far behind when the leaders arrived at the shuttle. They maneuvered around it, until they came to the open hatch. Engari could clearly see more than one set of footprints leading away from it in the soft dirt. Coming up from behind, Riko continued to scan.</p> <p>Engari turned in the direction of the retreating footprints, trying to see the feet that made them, not to mention anything else attached to the feet. Shaw, however, was looking into the shuttle.</p> <p>"Well, let's see if anyone's home." he said as he lifted his foot to enter the shuttle.</p> <p>Turning, Engari protested. "I don't think we should..."</p> <p>An enormous explosion rocked the shuttle, the shockwave followed by plasma and burning debris.</p> </div> </body> </html>

Glad you had a good time! Yeah, most of the time the Academy has to shut down promptly after an hour because there are sims afterward that people have to get to, or they have to get back to real life. Look forward to seeing you around, and I hope that you have better luck in remaining alive in the future! :: doubts it :: :(

Greetings and welcome! Aaron covered the basics, look forward to see you in an Academy.