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  1. 11.12.07 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 "Under Investigation" Callack sat back down at his computer desk. He had been running an investigative analysis with the master chief. Keltex had decided to go to the mess hall and so Callack continued the analysis alone. Sitting down, the young lieutenant checked the monitor's screen. Sheesh, he thought. It's still doing an analysis. Callack sat back and looked over the information again. How could O'Brien's dna been placed at that location? He was snapped out of his thoughts when the computer chimmed. The young man let out a low whistle when he read the information. The computer had noticed some interesting facts and gave a list of 5 personnel that could have planted the DNA and how each one could have done it within the alloted time frame. Immediately, he typed up a memorandum. ====Agincourt Internal Comm==== ===Security Clearance Delta Omega 358=== ===Comm Line KG-54346=== To: Lieutenant M'rrett "Kansas" JoN's From: Lieutenant Callack " Dee Jay" Nimetti Cc: Lieutenant Alistair "Elvis" Black-Knight, Master Chief Keltex Re: NNC Holodeck Investigation Computer Investigative Analysis complete. List of suspects unknown at this point. Cross check of authorization codes in progress. Possible ways to acquire Midshman Miles O'Brien's DNA are: Transporter buffer/logs, scan of security offices, download from medical database, scan of quarters, and scan of personal phaser. Be advised, no unauthorized downloads from the medical database was detected. Cross reference of all internal sensor logs in security offices transporter rooms, and Midshipman O'Brien's quarters will be initiated after cross check of authorization codes is completed. Take note that I have ran a search for all security reports that mention any incidents of Fleet personnel and marines. Then I narrowed the results of the search to include any mention of personnel with an anamosity towards marines. My name was included in the search results. Those reports are attached. I will remove myself from this investigation if suggested. As for the full list, there are too many names. All transporter padds, buffers, and logs are recommended to be off limits to all personnel until cross reference complete. -- Dee Jay
  2. 239710.14 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 "Mess Hall Brawl" Callack finished reading the report from Tactical that he had downloaded to his PADD. He grabbed his glass and had it to his lips when he heard someone called for security. He turned and saw what the call was for. 2 men fighting were brawling in the Mess Hall. Callack tapped his comm badge. "This is Nimetti, I got it." "Need any assistance, sir?" The voice on the other end sounded anxious. "No I can take care of it." Callack let annoyance flow through his voice as he got up and walked over to where the fight was taking place. By this time, a crowed had gathered and the young security officer had to push his way through. Finally reaching the middle of the group he started moving everyone back. "Alright, everyone back up." Nobody moved. "NOW," yelled Callack. Everbody backed up a few steps. Now that he had enough room, Callack grabbed the crewman nearest him and flung him back. As he turned around to take care of the other person, Callack had just enough time to see the punch and roll with it. After the punch had glanced off his cheek and the Petty officer was comming with his follow up punch, Callack's martial arts instincts took over. As the Petty Officer was swing with his second punch, the securtiy officer grabbed the arm and twisted it 180 degrees and kneed the assailant in the gut. The Petty Officer crumpled over, but was still standing. Callack then follow thru with a spinning roundhouse kick. The Petty Officer fell back a couple of feet from where he had been, obviously unconsious. Nimetti turned his attention to the crewman who had been involved. He was just in time too. The crewman had tried to flee, so there was a clean path between the security officer and the crewman. Callack looke at the nearest table, grabbed a cup and flung it, hitting the crewman in the back of his knee. This move tripped the crewman, who got up and squared off with officer. The crewman charged Callack, who just side stepped and tripped him. Rolling with the fall, the crewman faced the officer. Callack shifted his stance to a more defensive posture. As the crewman came at Nimetti, Callack blocked his attacks effectively, reacting so fast that one would have thought he knew what was coming. After the final punch from the crewman, Callack blocked the punch and delivered a counter punch of his own, hitting the crewman under the arm, in the armpit. He hit his mark on the pressure point and caused the Crewman to collapse in shocking pain. "Alright crewman! On your feet." Callack grabbed the crewman with his right arm behind his back and yanked him to his feet. His adrenaline was pumping at this point and he wasn't too happy either. He decided to take the 2 brawlers to main security. Callack was looking around when he noticed one of his security crewman enter the mess hall. He motioned for the crewman over to him and instructed him to get the petty officer that was just coming to. Once both men were in Security's custody, the young Lieutenant JG led the way to the offices. **************************************************************************************************************** Callack sat both of the men apart from each other. "What the hell was that all about? You know we've got Selshan ships around us and we've got a lot of things going on right now. We don't have the time nor the man power on this ship to have people beating the hell out of each other." He was beyond angry. They had been lucky that he didn't kill them. He had even thought to throw them out the airlock, but he figured with the way his luck was running, the Selshan's would have interpreted the to men floating through space as the Agincourt firing at them. So he decided to keep them in security for now. He brought up their records. Both were members of Security. The petty officer was Petty Officer third class Graf, on the armory omega team. Callack shook his head. He'd deal with him later. The crewman was Crewman 2nd Class Wan, from the Cargo teams. He'd have to deal with him too. The security officer sat on the corner of his desk. "Well, one of you is gonna tell me what this was all about, or I'll through you in the brig by the Selshan." He started tapping his foot. "It wasn't my fault. He started it." Graf gave a stern look to the crewman. "He ran his mouth, so I thought I'd shut him up." He didn't think his Lieutenant would blame him, after hearing everything that Callack had done. "Besides, you would've done the same thing." Callack moved from the desk to stand in front of Graf. "Say what?!" That last statement set him off. "First of all, you are more senior than Mr. Wan. Second you DON'T bring me into this mess. And you don't do something cuz you though I'd have done the same thing. Now what the hell did he say to cause you to punch him?" Graf was shocked at the response that he'd recieved. Lieutenant Nimetti was usually a calm person. "He was talking bad about a friend of mine down in engineering, sir. I wasn't gonna take it." Callack walked back over to the desk and leaned on it. Sighing, he then punched the top of the desk. "What's your side of the story, crewman?" Callack's voice was getting lower and more cold. Scared, Wan replied, "It's the truth sir. But he didn't say anything about it. He just punched me. So I fought back." "You sonofa..." Graf went to hit Wan. However, Callack had caught what was gonna happen and had quickly turned around and caught Graf's hand. "Bad mistake Petty Officer. I'm here by ordering both of you to be put into the brig. When I'm done with the reports, I'll come back and tell you what I plan to do. Brotesh, Pharon escort these men to the brig...in seperate sells and as far away from the Selshan as possible." He needed to get away from them before he decided to kill them both. "Yes, sir." Both of the escorts said in unison. As they left with the prisoners, Callack walked over to the replicator. "Bag of Ice, small." The bag formed and he wrapped his hand in it. He walked back over to his desk and started doing the reports. "Kansas is gonna love this." He shook his head and continued working.
  3. 0710.09 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 Callack had just left his room from putting on a fresh uniform after his sparring match sickbay visit. Luckily for him, his quarters were on the same deck as the security offices. The young Lieutenant JG walked down the corrider, nodding to a couple of crewman and officers that he passed. He was more interested in the report he was reading. He had downloaded Lieutenant Black-Knight's most recent report concerning the NNC onto his personal PADD. Stoping at the entrance to the main security offices, Callack waited for the duty patrol to finish exiting the office when his notice alarm went off on his PADD. He switched the PADD over to the notice. Oh, it's just a status report from Mical, he thought. Mical had gottten the TSR program fairly well and seemed to not have any problems running it. For that, the young man was happy. After reading the notice, he entered the offices and went to his desk. Callack sat down and got comfortable in his chair. He was just getting comfortable when the enlisted security officer at the acceptance desk walked over. "Sir, you still need me here?" "Go get some lunch, I'll watch the offices." Callack's eyes never left the report. "Thanks. I'll be back in an hour." The enlisted officer walked out of the offices. Callack finished the report and started an immediate shift schedule for the patrols, posting the most trusted personnel down at the NNC holodeck and the "guest" of the Agincourt. After finishing the report, he sent it to Kansas for approval, highlighting the three main areas. After wards, he kicked his feet up and started reading all the reports he had to catch up on.
  4. 0710.01 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 "Gym Practice" A log by the individual obsessed with Bronze Dragons =P Lieutenant JG Nimetti stood in the gym waiting for his sparring partner. He had been relieved by Lieutenant JG Mical at Tactical after he showed her what was going on with the TSR program, which was now working efficiently again after a lot of work on it. She had understood how to work on it and was quite efficient at updating the information needed to keep it working right. Bridgett Harlone, or Crewman Harlone as most of the crew knew her by, entered the gym and walked over to sparring mate Callack was standing on. "Sorry I'm late" "Eh, It's cool. You know I'm not going easy on you this time. If you want to spar, then I'm going to give it all I got. Besides, I want to see what you've got." Callack was smiling, but he wasn't going to judge her until the fight started. "Good, cuz I wouldn't want you to go easy on me. I can handle you." She gave him a cocky grin. "Alright then, lets get this show started." Both of the combatants faced each other and bowed. "Begin" chimed the computer to signal the start of the match. Callack started the fight by giving a side kick, which was expertly blocked by Bridgett. Ok, she's better than I thought, thought Callack. After a while of trading blows, the combatants backed off. Then Bridgett tried to take advantage of the oppertunity. She came at Callack with a couple of quick punches. Just what I thought she would do. Callack blocked the first two punches. On the third punch, he grabbed her arm, twisted it, brought it behind her back. Then he kicked her legs, dropping her to her knees. After she fell to her knees, still locked with her arms behind her back, the young man simultaneously put Bridgett in a relaxed chock hold. "You call it?" Struggeling, the young crewman thought of a way out of the hold. She could feel her partner's knee lightly pressing on the middle of her back. Finding no way out of this hold, she gave in. "Ok, you win. Can I breathe now?" "Oops, sorry." Callack released the pressure on her neck. Then he released her from the hold completely. "I admit, I'd hate to be the individual that gets on your bad side." The two of them were beaten up pretty badly. "Lets go to medical and get fixed up. Then we'll get dinner." Callack's stomach was starting to growl. They both headed out of the gym and to sick bay. Consequently, that's where Kansas was. Oh great, how am I going to explain this one.
  5. 0710.01 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 "Where, Oh Where had Callack Gone" This log takes place during last weeks sim and a little after. Pretty much during my absence. Callack relieved the security member that had taken his place at the tactical station when the program glitched. The TSR (Tactical SitRep) program had overloaded the sensors. So he had to shut it down. He then called up another security member to cover TAC as he went to fix the problem with the program. To do the had to go to security to open the program and fix one of the subroutines that linked the sensors with the program and sorted the different scans and displaying them in the correct areas on the displays. The subroutine had degraded and was a quick fix. After fixing it he had made his way back to the bridge and resumed his post. That's what the young Lieutenant had been doing when the shuttle finally successfully crash landed into the shuttle bay. Once he had settled back into the Tactical station, Callack turned to Harlone, the female security Crewman that had relieved him. "Any changes with the Selshan ships?" He was wispering at this point, not wanting to seem out of place. Harlone, standing behind her senior officer, replied softly, "Well, we're surrounded. I've been looking for ways to get through this without losing any systems, but I don't know." She seemed disappointed. Callack had been training her to make her better at the station while he had been confined to quarters. She thought that she had let him down. "Don't worry, I couldn't find anything yet either," said the Lieutenant JG, smiling softly. "Do me a favor and go check on the chief. I want to know if she's ok." After that he brought up the TSR program again, double checking to see if the program was back up and running as designed. Once Nimetti had gone back to looking at the console, Crewman Harlone turned and headed for the turbolift. She figured she would go and check on the Chief. Her team was on standby and she had a few minutes before her next rounds. Callack heard the turbolift doors close. He brought up the away team's bios on the TSR display and noticed only 2 members were seriously injured, one of them being Kansas. He also noticed the other 2 security personnel and was glad. He immediately ran scans of the space surrounding the ship. He was totally ready for anything that could happen, or so he hoped.
  6. 09.09.07 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 "Armor: The Beginning" Two hours had passed since the beginning of the meditation. Nimetti finally came out of meditation, only to here the chime for his door going off. "Enter," he stated firmly, while stretching out his now tight muscles. The door hissed open, allowing a cheerful crewman. "How are you today, Sir?" The young female seemed genuinely concerned. "I'm fine. Just a little stiff from sitting to long. What can I help you with, Ms. Harlone?" Callack was a little surprised, and quite frankly a little curious as to why the young woman had come to his personal quarters. Crewman Harlone was a very attractive, young woman. With a good combination of light brown hair and beautiful gray eyes, she had a beautiful face that most of the male members of the crew found hard to look away from. However, somehow, Callack had caught her eye and was trying to avoid her and she knew it. "Sir, Brotesh and I were wondering if you would care to join us in a holo program we stumbled across. It's a holo novel based on a book from the 20th century. It takes place in a mid-evil fantasy world with Dragons, elves, goblins. You know, that kind of stuff." "Well, if you haven't noticed, I've been confined to quarters. I can't really go to the holodeck right now." Callack's tone was quite annoyed when he mentioned the confined to quarters. He shifted slightly, still stiff in some of his muscles. He decided he'd wait to finish stretching them. "Well, you could design the armour and clothing. We figured you'd be better at that then we would, since you like that kind of stuff." She walked over to a chair and sat down. "Besides, we haven't set up an official time for it anyway. I would really like you to come." "I'll go, but only because I like fantasy holonovels. And yes, I'll develope the armour and clothing for the computer to create. Besides, it'll give me something to do while on confinement. Tell Kyle to stop by too." Callack turned his console and activated the screen, signaling that the conversation was over. Getting to her feet, Harlone walked to the room's exit. "Ok sir, have a nice day." Purposefully strutting on her way out, she left the room, looking for Petty Officer Brotesh. Callack got busy with the developement of the gear. He knew this would be fun and interesting, especially since it would be wearable instead of just for decoration. The young man began designing the armour, zoning out the world around him....
  7. 0709.02 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 "Another day in confinement" A log by Lietenant (jg) Callack Nimetti (JoNs's little Dragon Rider) The lights came on bright as the cronometer clicked over to the designated time. Country music began playing, its volume continuously increasing until it was deactivated by the young man coming out of his sonic shower. The young man walked over to his desk and activated his computer console. After confirming the console was on and he found the program he was looking for, the young man went to a drawer and opened it. After pulling out his outfit, the young man got dressed and looked into the mirror. Running two fingers across his scar, he winced. It still hurt after all the surgurey and recovery time. After thinking about the scar and taking his mind away from the bad memories, he looked at the tw o pips on both sides of the collar of the uniform. One was a bright gold finish while the othe had matte black finish in the center surrounded by a gold ring. These were the designation for the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade, and Callack was quite surprised that he hadn't been busted down to Ensign again. Callack new that what he did was against regulations. He knew his full attention was supposed to be on the away team. What had gotten over him? What would make him fail to do his duties to the fullest and act like a...how did his chief put it?...a "moonlighting dj?" When it came to bridge duty, the young Lieutenant (JG) had always put full attention towards the post and usually didn't shy away from that. Granted, he did send messages to Kansas, but there hadn't been an away team dispatched at the time. Callack sat down at his console, and opened a blank message screen. He began typing an apology letter to his Chief, expressing his deep sorrow for what he had done. He continued the letter, stating that he knew that he had lost her trust and while being the most senior assistant security officer she had, he should have been more wary of his condition and shown Master Chief Keltex how to operate the system so that he could sleep. He continued to write the apology for another 30 mins or so, writing, deleting and writing different lines. When he was finished, the message was about 2 pages. He knew that the apology wasn't gonna do anything to redeem himself, but he felt he needed to do it anyway. He then sent the message to Kansas, signing it "Your Dragon Master, Nimetti." He hoped that she would find that amusing, and no be completely upset by the message. Well, now what am i gonna do? Callack had been thinking of everything he could do, going over inventories, noticing weapons that needed repair, and what not. Hell, h e even sat and wrote a training program that would make the marines cringe. Too much time to think and too much time to do nothing. At that, he went back to working on the 2 personal phasers that he had been working on.
  8. STARFLEET COMMAND PERSONNEL FILE LIEUTENANT, JUNIOR GRADE CALLACK NIMETTI USS AGINCOURT NCC-81762 NAME: Callack Nimetti RANK: Lieutenant NICKNAME: “Dee Jay” CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assistant Security Officer, USS Agincourt NCC-81762 SPECIES: Human, Male HEIGHT: 5’ 10” WEIGHT: 180 lbs PLACE OF BIRTH: Venus, Texas, North America, Earth DATE OF BIRTH: July 16, 2375 AGE: 22 MARITAL STATUS: Single CHILDREN: None EDUCATION: Grade School, Starfleet Academy (102nd in class) FAMILY OR OTHER KNOWN RELATIVES FATHER: Jax Nimetti MOTHER: Bridgett Nimetti (Deceased; Died giving birth to Julianna Nimetti) SIBLINGS SISTER: Julianna Nimetti (Age: 18) STARFLEET SERVICE RECORD August 2393: Accepted into Starfleet Academy June 2397: Graduated Starfleet Academy, Rank: Ensign July 2397: Assigned to the USS Agincourt NCC-81762 August 2397: Promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade QUALIFICATIONS/CERTIFICATIONS PILOTING CERTIFICATION: Level 2 VESSEL QUALIFICATION: Class A-B Small Tactical Craft Class A-C Small Personnel/Cargo Craft (See Attached for list of specified Craft) WEAPONS CERTIFICATION: Sharpshooter (excelled in Phaser Rifles) HAND-TO-HAND CERTIFICATION: Advanced Hand-to-Hand; 4th Degree black belt Tae Kwon Do MEDICAL RECORD HEALTH: Individual’s health is in excellent condition. VISION: Excellent; Individual’s eyesight is 20/10. HEARING: Good; Correction not recommended at this time. HISTORY: Individual suffered a broken leg during a training exercise on May 20, 2395. No time lost. Individual suffered from a severe injury to the head during a CQC training exercise on February 2, 2397: laceration across forehead, from ear to ear and a line into his hairline, and a fractured skull; Dermal reconstructive surgery was required for a section above left eye resulting in a 6.5 cm serpent shaped scar; 3 days lost for recovery. PSYCHOLOGY: Within acceptable parameters. Has a slight animosity towards marines, but seems to keep it under control. Recommend another evaluation at next command. BACKGROUND Callack Nimetti was born on Earth in 2375 where he spent most of his life. Living on a farm, Callack had plenty of time for school and fun. At the age of 10, he became interested in how weapons work, which worried his teachers, therefore causing the start of many problems he would come to face. At the same time, he started learning about space and the history of space travel. After several weeks of studying about space travel and it’s history, Callack became interested in flying. When he turned 13, his parents decided to give Callack something useful, so they enrolled him into a Tae Kwon Do class, where he excelled at the discipline and the techniques, slowly working his way up the belts. At the age of 17, Callack applied to Starfleet, wanting to be a marine. After being declined, he vowed he’d try again. The following year Callack applied for Starfleet, this time applying to Starfleet Academy to prove he could be better than a marine, and was accepted. At first, during his time at the academy Callack seemed unusually uninterested in the sciences. After an accident during a training exercise in May, 2395 he was found to be heavily stressed. Ordered to relax after classes, Callack took a couple of months off from other activities, which in turn caused his grades to rise. Early in 2397, during a Close Quarters Combat Training exercise, a cadet in Callack’s class said something to put Callack in a rage and lose control. After a brief exchange of words, Callack initiated a fight that almost cost him his career and nearly his life. After landing quite a few hits, he believed that he was going to finish what he started, but the cadet, in a last ditch effort, knocked Callack out a window. When the Doctors arrived, they found Callack in a mess. That incident resulted in the scar above his left eye. After graduating the Academy, Callack received his first set of orders; assigned to the USS Agincourt, where he now serves in the security department as an ASEC.
  9. hm...i've never played FC, but i have played both Armadas, Elite force, bridge commander, and starship creator....but i heard there is one where you can explore planets and build a fleet.
  10. ok, i'm curious...a few people have cool pictures of characters on their profile that looked like something from The Sims: Star trek style...well, i was wondering how they got em. Also, i was wondering what yall would recommend what ST game i should get for my pc.
  11. Hi, never done simms before but I am an avid D&D player. I think this will be interesting.