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Marius Tr'Lorin

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  1. Lol, I got the idea a few days ago, but it gets better. =P
  2. ...I wish I got a nice list like that when I first joined... Would've helped me understand a few positions better. :lol: ...Not that I'd drop my Eng. post anyway. ^_^
  3. Trillere! Welcome to STSF! ^_^
  4. I can't wait to see the next part! Nice logs! :lol:
  5. sweet... that's cool. :lol:
  6. [Thanks to Dox and his log for a few ideas :lol: ] Personal Log: Marius Tr'Lorin Stardate: 0705.14 Marius huddled over his worktable in Main Engineering. He was pouring over an information article, "Mythology of Fifth Century Britain." He had finally decided on a name for his resonator, which now sat on the table beside him. He finally came across what he was looking for: Merlin. Marius read over it; the story of Merlin seemed most fitting, at better than anything else that he had thought of. Now he just needed to test it... Suddenly, a light flashed on the corner of his screen, followed by a file. Dox had sent scans of the transmitter in the caves. "Well... this should be interesting..." After a few moments, Marius dropped everything else, to look intently at the data. While the structure of the transmitter itself was fairly common, some of the parts inside were different. Certain energy focals were more intense, or concentrated, than usual. In fact, their concentration levels reached that of dangerous to crew nearby, and definitely had gone beyond a point of keeping information intact. Yet, somehow, information did successfully emit from the machine, without any indication of damage, other than some sili-decim crystal formations inside. Though then again, these didn't match the same atomic structure as the other crystals surrounding the cave... They pulsed with energy, possibly from the transmitter... Marius's head reeled with hundreds of possible explanations, and even adaptations to systems to take advantage of this. He looked down at his coat, which still hung by his table, for the next expedition into the caves. Marius smiled.
  7. Personal Log: Marius Tr'Lorin Stardate: 0704.08 Computer, Begin Recording. ::Record Initiated:: Just as the ship began its departure procedures, I put the finishing touches on the psionic resonator. I picked it up, looking at the smooth headband-shaped device. It was surprisingly light, thanks to some Ultra-nanotechnology. Its silvery color could've made it even look fashionable, if anyone cared to have the hard silver band around their head. I found it amazing that its predecessor was a bulky medical device, which now sat on the table. After some long, sleepless nights researching telepathy, I managed to put together a system that would allow the resonator to be controlled telepathically. I wasn't sure if the mechanism even worked though, or if anything at all in the device worked. Though it theoretically worked by augmenting the outgoing delta waves, or "psychic waves," to allow for longer distances, I wasn't exactly sure if the device was capable of truly affecting the waves. There was also the chance that my research was misguided, and that augmentation of the waves would affect telepathy. Strangely enough, the most destructive part of the device might actually be the most successful as well. Though I wasn't sure of *how* telepathy and delta waves worked together, I definitely knew that they *did* work together, and appeared together. The destructive part of the device would use the delta-waves as an energy source, and would convert the wave into a focused radioactive beam, that would quickly burn anything biological into dust. I've left this deactivated until I could completely make sure it wouldn't kill the user in the process... End Recording. ::Record Terminated::
  8. OMG!!! LOL! :angry: I was not expecting that at all!
  9. Lol, those were the days, when you send a whole trainload of guests, and send them on their final ride...
  10. And why do we have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? And if teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? :D
  11. I believe chickens came first. I know you need them to hatch from an egg, but if it started as an egg, then what would be around to help warm and protect the egg? If you're still wondering where the chicken came from, then it depends on your point of view. If you're an evolutionist, then you could say the chicken came from some other species, (in which case, the egg just might've been first) like the chicken's ancestors. If you don't believe evolution theory, but rather a religous view, then you could say god created the chicken. then, I'd say the chicken first, cause the I doubt god would attempt to keep the egg warm, then help it grow up, especially when he has to insure the survival of plenty of other species which might want to eat it... If you don't believe in either, then I'd say go find some cheese and eat it while you come up with a theory I haven't thought of yet. :D
  12. back when I was a hyper, crazy, and idiotic kid in 4th grade (though I looked like I was in Kindergarten) I got the evil idea to hold my cat upside-down by it's rear legs. The cat meowed pitifully, and in an attempt to pull itself back up, it actually tried to cling onto it's own hind legs. I think the cat forgave me though, cause it still purred happily around me. (this is so fun to be random)
  13. I was writing an essay to apply online for a college, though just for joint enrollment (college classes while in high school) When I was almost finished, I found out from my advisor that the essay was not actually required, yet the online application required an essay to be typed in. I was given an essay by the college that's specifically for this glitch. It said something to the effect of: "This is a glitch. This is a glitch. This is a glitch. This is a glitch. This is a glitch. I do not need an essay. I do not need an essay. I do not need an essay. The college will fix this. The college will fix this. (etc.)" Over 1,000 words of this in it. :D Edit: I forgot how haiku's work. :)
  14. Yes, cheese is wonderful, especially Vanilla Ice Cream... wait, that's not cheese...
  15. Pi is equal to 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406286208998628034825342117067982148086513282306647093844609550582231725359408128481117450284102701938521105559644622948954930381964428810975665933446128475648233786783165271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249141273724587006606315588174881520920962829254091715364367892590360011330530548820466521384146951941511609433057270365759591953092186117381932611793105118548074462379962749567351885752724891227938183011949129833673362440656643086021394946395224737190702179860943702770539217176293176752384674818467669405132000568127145263560827785771342757789609173637178721468440901224953430146549585371050792279689258923542019956112129021960864034418159813629774771309960518707211349999998372978049951059731732816096318595024459455346908302642522308253344685035261931188171010003137838752886587533208381420617177669147303598253490428755468731159562863882353787593751957781857780532171226806613001927876611195909216420198938095257201065485863278865936153381827968230301952035301852968995773622599413891249721775283479131515574857242454150695950829533116861727855889075098381754637464939319255060400927701671139009848824012... You get the picture. I found a source that has this to one million decimal points, but I figured that putting the entire thing would cause some lag problems for anyone who visited the topic. This is 1,200 decimal points by the way. :D
  16. Look! It's George Bush when he was a little kid! (sorry Republicans, I just had to :lol: :P )
  17. Funny how this topic has turned into all sorts of directions (not to mention, revived.) Humans or not humans: I confuse myself on this topic. It makes sense that they shouldn't be humans, since it's so far away, and so long ago. I just came up with this now, but maybe those people were humans: us humans lived in the SW universe, then one day, a group of explorers/adventurers/colonists crashed on this planet called Earth, lost most if not all of their technology, and were forgotten by the rest of the universe? And our planet is the descendants of those crashed humans... Political theory: I actually agree with Images. From what I learned in my Civics class (a lot through discussion with a fellow nerd/theorist in my class; our teacher sucked), Communism is really a great form of government, but mostly just in theory. Communism, in the realistic world, is a lot harder to maintain, because 1: to give things out equally, and keep everyone happy, means a *whole* bunch of the stuff to actually give, which is impossible to get unless you have gigantic, self-working empire or something; and also 2: It relies on the idea that your leader is good leader, not just a selfish maniac who's taking advantage of the system to "take over the world." The leader has to be uncorrupted, and willing to serve the "good of the people."
  18. Vader: ::makes the whine of a tie fighter, dives his head in and out of the swing chains:: "I have you now! Die rebel scum!" ::imitates lasers, turns around:: "Push me faster you fool!:: Other Pilot: ::tries to push himself with his feet:: "No fair! Why doesn't *my* swing get a booster-trooper?!?"
  19. Personal Log: Marius Tr'Lorin Stardate: 0612.11 Computer, Begin Recording. ::Record Initiated:: ... ... ... ... ... ... Sip. End Recording. ::Record Terminated::
  20. News Reporter: And in other news today, a family of large Asians were swimming off the Californian coast when they were assaulted by Whale Hunters sporting harpoons. One sustained injuries to the head, and was hospitalized. The family has sued the already illegal Whalers for assault and attempted murder. The Whalers have apologized, stating that they mistook the family for whales. The family was unavailable for comment.
  21. "Walking on Eggshells." I like that one, I'll have to use it with my friends sometime. :P I still would like to go to the Philippines.
  22. ROFL A9!!! :P :D :lol:
  23. Darn. I was just getting into the Catholic-Protestant Debate too. Oh well. :P
  24. Long live the Popish Christians!!!! :D :P :P And can I move to the Philippines too? I only have about... eleven or so relatives that don't live in the Philippines, including immediate family. (Hooray Pinoy!) Oh yeah, and Happy Thanksgiving, to all the rejects of the old world. :P
  25. Personal Log: Marius Tr'Lorin Stardate: 0610.30 Computer, Begin Recording. ::Record Initiated:: I trudged into the TurboLift. "Deck 24." As the Turbolift whirred to life, I leaned against the rear wall and sighed. I only had a short break before getting back to work on the stuff with the Science Department. What I was doing going to deck 24, I had no idea. The Turbolift became silent, then the door swished open. I stepped out, and wandered slowly down the hall. I stared down at the ground as I walked. So Xavier was gone. He had mysteriously transferred off the ship, without warning. He meant a lot to me. After all, he was my first chief. He helped me feel welcome in the ship, getting me out on my first nervous steps into this unique world. It will be hard to get used to an Excalibur without him. I looked up, smirking. Maybe not as hard as getting used to having Admiran as my chief. It doesn't seem to fit well in my mind. Only time will fix that I guess. Hopefully he won't insist on being called "sir." It'll be hard to think that as it is. I nearly jumped when I finally focused on my surroundings. I was just barely pressing my face against the side of a fighter. I was in the shuttlebay again. I then realized that the fighter was alone in this area of the bay. I studied the fighter closer, to discover that most of it's parts were missing. I realized then: Xavier's second, unfinished Galahad fighter. I climbed into the gaping opening where a canopy had yet to be installed. Standing where the seat would be, I gazed at the controls. It was amazing, with hundreds of controls, yet each one seemed in the perfect place to find it. Every control was in easy and memorable places, allowing a pilot to command the ship flawlessly. Xavier did well. I shook my head, trying to not think about his disappearance. I turned around, facing the cargo bay area, and noticed a small silhouette on the floor. I walked over, picking it up. A PADD. I looked it over. What could be in here? I opened the first file. A shape appeared on the screen. I studied it, at first not making any sense of it. What is it? Then a thought occurred to me. I pressed a button in one corner. the shape changed some of it's colors, now having lines running all through it. I pressed the button again, then I saw what it was. It was a fighter, but a different one, a fighter I haven't seen before. I pressed a second button, and a text appeared. "Perceval Class Fighter Prototype." I excitedly looked through the blueprints. It was amazing. The fighter was almost completely unique from any fighter I had seen before, and yet had amazing strengths and possibilities. The fighter was expertly crafted, with some innovational prototypes of weapons I haven't even thought were possible. I went back to the list of files. Each one was a blueprint. "Gawain Class Fighter." "Merlin Class Phaser." "Pendragon Class Cruiser." The list continued on and on. Then I came across the Galahad Class. There was a small, green check beside the class name. So Xavier designed all of these. They were all great blueprints. Yet he had only so far accomplished in creating one of his inventions... I tucked the PADD under my arm, and walked back to the Turbolift. "Deck 16." I needed to save this PADD. I planned on working on these blueprints. I was going to continue Xavier's work, his legacy left to us. For Excalibur. For Xavier. ::Record Terminated::