miles_obrien

Miles Head Spun around to go to the Main SEC office. With a light case of eye irritation, The normally proud Irish Middie was squinting like a dog. After Waving to a few fellow crewmembers, Miles spotted " Mister DoZe off from the Umbara representative guard duty. With a wry smile he reported to the Main offices. With his rank back, Miles felt a sense of cockyness that shouldn't be there. Although somewhat humble, Miles still wouldn't acknowledge the fact that he was wrong to go about shooting three crewmembers. The Bruise on his knee from the Jeff. Tubes were still there and reminded him that instead of filing some reports that could be done in an hour about his patrol, Miles made his drowsy mind up to go and see his boss. Whether for good or bad, Miles Walked into Sickbay and to his suprise Kansas was out of bed! He asked another Crewman where she was and luckily she was just in another room where she was supposed to be and While Miles vainly tried to wave at her through some glass, A comm came in from the Drowsy Crewman guard that helped him with the hostage. He said to report to Main SEC at once, and now A new sense over took Miles. Frustration. His Boss was probably at her highest low. While Still trying to get her attention, and walkin out, he told the Crewman to tell Kansas his " Mean Green Marine Spittin' Machine" Came in to see her and that he sends his regards. Miles stroll onto the corridor, Feeling rather drowsy and numb. Finally, back in the TL he went, All the way to the SEC Deck, and felt like this whole thing was crazy. The past few months had been in a blur. So far away from Starfleet, Being punished for his radical actions, his tooth brushing extravaganza, and now back to normal duty! Although Miles felt fine, emotionally, him and kansas both shared a metaphor. They were at there highest low.

As a Beads of sweat drip down O'brien's back, so do his feelings.... Resentment... Fear... Regret... Anger... Courage... and above all... Sadness..... After the "kind" cheif dropped him ever so pleasantly off in MENG, the emotions just started to culminate.... The engineering cheif was nice enough to assign him a jeffreys tube FAR away from the NNC to clean, and for that, and only that, Miles was greatfull. His gratefullness declined into a familiar feeling of innocence! He thought he was playing adequintly to this so called "game" that he failed at. When He brought up that "rules" stated nothing about shooting more than once, He was sure that his loving feline boss thought that he had failed all of his tactical retreat courses at the academy. Soon enough his innocence transformed into something far greater; Regret. Although he felt proud of his feat, He deeply regretted it. Miles knew he might have went to far on that second shot... He regretted hurting those officers... But then, Anger flooded over it all with another drip down his back! He was threatened! shouldn't that be dealt with as well! Those marines came after him because of a "friendly" game! And my "comrades" wow! they were the ones who put him too this! He thought he would gain respect if he did something right and showed them how bold he really was! Miles sighed. Finally, all of these emotions folded into one. Sadness. Miles did not want to be in a jeffreys tube. He didn't sign up for engineering duty! He didn't want to hide from the world that he was sad and not a calcified security officer! Soon enough Miles dropped his brush. His salty Perspiration stopped and turned into something that showed his overwhelming emotion... Tears... Miles cried for a whole minuite and let himself now how he felt, behind all of that expected security "toughness" the cadet finally picked up his brush, and started cleaning those tubes with something better than elbow grease, sweat, and tears. He cleaned them with Emotion.

After Taking Another look at the log of the chat that the incident occured in, I realize, that in fact, I was NOT playing by the phaser net check game rules. Before I was actually threatened by the marines, I guess I thought I was, So I Took the first swing. Once again, I am sincerely sorry for my actions. ~Miles O'Brien

Hello All, I would Like to aplogize for my unorthodox and cadet like behaviour on the agincourt. While Trying to develop my character and improve my simming, I realise now that I may have crossed the line into acting not as an improving Advanced player, but as a person unworthy to sim on an advanced simulation. I am looking over advanced simulation guidlines and other simulating tips so I will have the "do's and dont's" In my brain at all times and so I will never even remotely not know what Is acceptable on any simulation. I apologize to all those I have dissapointed and even disrupted while Trying to run a fun sim. If consequences mean being booted from STSF, I will exept them. All I ask, although, Is another chance to prove myslef a worthy advanced simulator, even If I may have to go through academy training again. I am sincerely sorry for all of my wrongs and Thank you for your time. Sincerely, ~User Miles_Obrien

Does any of you think that the olympic class was modeled after the daedealus? << Can't Spell, sorry. >>

ANyone hear about the one in chicago?

SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!!! Just got a wii.

Any one noticed Since TOS times there have always been two ships that are kinda "related"? (Constitution II and Miranda) (Galaxy and Nebula) (Soveirgn and Intrepid) They Just go..

Gotcha.

Sweet, a9. But, Is there any way that we could like take a poll everyyear on where to meet? Or maybe even swith coasts every other year. (Im 13 and cant fly to vegas!) ( My parents prolly wouldnt let me for a couple of years either.)

ohh. Other then keldon, the dominion battle cruise is like whoah...

Hit The nail on the head, will.

The cardassian keldon is pretty stylish?

Personally, Akira and prometheus rocks them all

Cool Thread for Class of Ship Talk!