will_marx

I've tried looking for a mobile version of Java for both a Windowz mobile phone and an Android, and they don't exist. And to echo Mr Knight, its aneurysm time if you wanted to. There are times its hard enough to do so on a computer screen.

As am I. My last electric bill was almost quintuple the previous month's bill. Because of AC... @_@ Of course, my gas bill was under 20 bucks.

Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye" Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye CHORUS We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it

We almost let you slip by... Happy Birthday!

Captain <CO> Will Marx Executive Officer <XO> STSF Spyder Chief Security Officer <CSEC> - Pher Chief Engineer <CENG> - Chirakis Assistant ENG <AENG> - Sam Kent Chief Science Officer <CSCI> - t’Aehjae Chief Medical Officer <CMO> - Mark Butterworth Mission Brief: USS Avenger (Miranda-class {Post-TNG/DS9/VOY}) is currently orbiting an uncharted Class-M planet. A landing party (That's *everyone*) is down, investigating an apparent tropical beach. A standard Starfleet shipping container is sitting near the landing party

Woo Hoo! Dac in a corset. ;) ::is packed:: :P

Can I get "STSF Mayhem"?

I'll be lurking in the Academy tonight, to answer any questions cadets might have. If there are enough, I'll run one of my usual sims.

Ok kids, check out the Evil Inc webcomic (evil-comic.com), this week. Its got a Star Trek-based storyline going,with several supervillains staging a heist against ::cough, cough:: Don Luke "The Trekkie" Piccardo. Enjoy. :)

Mmmm....Sushi.... ::drools::

::will need Clorox to exorcise that image from his head::

::clears throat:: Welcome! Two things to remember: 1) Any Academy hosted by STSF N'Dak is a guaranteed suicide mission [And that's a direct quote from his signature]. 2) Never compare the GMs to Captains Bligh or Queeg if you want to get graduate sometime before the turn of the century. That being said, I'd recommend reading: How to sim, as well as: Tips from the Moose For all your technobabble needs, visit Memory Alpha or Ex Astris Scientia. Academy times are listed ET, so adjust as appropriate for your timezone. Academies are mandatory, and everyone is human. Save your character development for your Advanced Ship. Minimum graduation time is 3 Academies, but don't expect to graduate that quickly; the host teams prefer to see how are over a longer span of time. And once you are posted to your first Advanced Sim, it's strongly recommended that any ideas that go outside Trek canon be approved by your host team.

We wooped them Redcoats good before 234 years ago, 196 years ago, and we can do it again...

What, me cliche? Not for this milestone in Sam's life. Happy Birthday Sam! Enjoy it today, and remember to eat, drink plenty of water, and have some Gatorade on hand tomorrow. :) (Please note, I'm a *big* fan of responsible drinking, and the preceding photo was not an endorsement for either killing one's liver or not having a DD)

And you thought you could escape!

::clears throat:: Welcome! Two things to remember: 1) Any Academy hosted by STSF N'Dak is a guaranteed suicide mission [And that's a direct quote from his signature]. 2) Never compare the GMs to Captains Bligh or Queeg if you want to get graduate sometime before the turn of the century. That being said, I'd recommend reading: How to sim, as well as: Tips from the Moose For all your technobabble needs, visit Memory Alpha or Ex Astris Scientia. Academy times are listed ET, so adjust as appropriate for your timezone. Academies are mandatory, and everyone is human. Save your character development for your Advanced Ship. Minimum graduation time is 3 Academies, but don't expect to graduate that quickly; the host teams prefer to see how are over a longer span of time. And once you are posted to your first Advanced Sim, it's strongly recommended that any ideas that go outside Trek canon be approved by your host team.

Mmm'kay. According to Haynes Publishing's 2010 catalog, they're doing the USS Enterprise Owner's Workshop Manual 2151 Onwards (NX-01, 1701, and 1701-A through E) (pulled from the PDF catalogue), with Technical Consultant Mke Okuda. Doesn't say if it's going to have XI's Enterprise, but probably not. Damnit, I want a Kelvin source manual. That ship's a kitbasher's dream come true.

Despite the constant security alert aboard Arcadia, Will had slipped into the Security office, to escape the insanity of phasing or irate crewmembers, equipment and perpetrators. While there was even the hint of a problem, he didn't want to go to his quarters. If there was even the hint of some type of contamination, he didn't want to bring it home to his family. At least he'd kept a few cots and sleeping bags in the security office for situations like this; just before he left the bridge, Will had contacted Ranko and Xian and told them what was going. Of course, he wasn't even lucky enough to get a chance to crawl into his cot. Looking at his terminal screen, with the flashing inbox icon, he sighed and opened the mail. “Commander Marx, you are hereby ordered to reported Commander, Special Operations Command, Bolarus Sector for assignment within the next 48 standard hours.” “Great,” he muttered, “its not as though I have a ton of stuff on my plate as it is now.” Walking over to his gear locker, he comm'd Betty, and requested that his X-wing be prepped for departure. -=-=-=-=-=-=- Starbase 10 Bolarus Sector HQ “Commander Marx, the Admiral will see you now.” Will nodded as he entered Admiral Powell's office, the sector commander, R4 trailing behind. “Admiral, you wanted to see me?” “I did, Commander. We need to take a small team into Romulan space...” “Are you serious, Admiral? The Romulan government has had a bounty on my family's head since my father was a captain.” “We have assurances from the Praetor and his ministers that your bounty has been abandoned.” “Admiral, my father once taught me that the assurances of someone who wants you dead don't amount to a hill of beans.” “Nevertheless, Commander,” a new voice replied, “the Praetor's wishes will be fulfilled.” Will spun around on his heel, and looked over the new presence. It was an older Romulan male and, if he read the rank insignias correctly, a senior Admiral. “I'll see it when I believe it.” “Commander, our alliance with the Federation during the Dominion Wars proved that our two empires can work together. And we should continue to work together for the good of our peoples.” “Commander,” Admiral Powell added, “you were specifically requested by Admiral Terrh.” “Indeed,” Terrh said. “I've followed your exploits...as much as classification barriers allow...and with singular interest in your hunting down the Dread Pirate Roberts. We had invested much time and effort in eliminating this thorn in the side of the Imperial merchant houses. And you managed to pull him out into open battle. Most impressive. “Commander Marx, what we ask is that you lead a small team into Imperial space, to the Talvath system. Several high ranking members of the Fleet and Imperial Army are actively adapting Borg technology to change the balance of power, and we believe that is where their research center is. The Praetor wishes them stopped or, at the very least, information regarding their program.” “So why can't your own people or the Tal'Shiar do this?” Will asked, skeptical of the whole mission. He moved to sit on the couch in the Admiral's office. “Because we do not know who within the military or Tal'Shiar have been subverted. For all the Praetor knows, these...rebels could be sitting on Continuing Committee, Commander.” “Fine,” Will replied. “I'm both an outsider and expendable. Obviously, there's not much choice for me. How many on my team, how are we getting to our destination, and are there any other incidentals I'll need to know about? Admiral Terrh answered. “It will be a team of 9 additional personnel, hand picked from men on my staff. They're loyalty to the Empire is without measure. You and your team will have an Adehlla-class warbird at your disposal.” Admiral Powell picked up. “As for the incidentals, Commander, you will undergo an RNA learning regimen in Romulan, as well as cosmetic surgery. And your...little friend there will have to remain here.” “No disrespect to you Commander,” Terrh interjected, “but your surgery will also have to include an ocular implant. No self-respecting Romulan would be found without both eyes. There would be questions asked about one's honor.” “Fine,” Will muttered. “One last thing, Commander,” Admiral Powell added. “Special Operations Command has given us one last asset—your tutor in all things Romulan. A Doctor t'Tamarak will visit your quarters after your surgery.” “Understood, Admirals.” Will stood, sketched the barest nod to the Admirals and left the office, R4 in tow. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Starbase 10 Visiting Officer's Quarters Will stood in front of the mirror in his quarters, trying to get used to two things. The first, was being able to see with both eyes again, after 5 years of missing his left eye. And the second was the arched eyebrows and pointed ears of a vulcanoid. “Jesus H. Christ, I'm a Romulan.” R4 gave an electronic chuckle, then chirped a bit. “I know, I won't pass through a scanner net without it coming back as human. I'm sure SOCOM's got something for that." "There are ways to simulate a Rihan's biochemistry to target the specific tests of their sensors, rekkhai..." A low female voice came from the door behind him; a Rihan woman, with close-cropped dark hair and cool black eyes was standing straight-backed in the doorframe. She wore a Starfleet medical tunic, though at the moment it showed no rank insignia. "They are na even all painful; I am sure we will manage something to keep you out of harm's way." "I take it you are Dr t'Tamarak?" Will replied, evenly. He didn't wait for the reply before continuing. If she were here to eliminate him, they'd probably both be dead before station security could even respond. "And if so, please enter, and have a seat. I fear we have much to discuss, Doctor." R4 spun around and scanned the new occupant in the room, before chiming in with a series of beeps and whistles. "No, R4, I somehow doubt that." Jaiysa t'Tamarak eyed the small robot a touch suspiciously and then moved into the room, taking up a position still standing on the edge of the living area. "We do indeed, erei'riov...though I am unfortunately na given to know as much as I would like regarding your mission." Folding her arms, she eyed the lloann'na-Rihan man in front of her with skepticism. "So I must ask you, rather than the other way round, where to begin." Will sat down on the couch and motioned for Jaiysa to take the chair across from him. "Please, have a seat. The basic jist of the mission is to slip into a potentially heavily defended target area, wreak as much havoc as myself and my team can, then get the hell out of Dodge. But to do that, I need to be able to work closely with my team, which means cramming a lifetime of being Rihan into me in the next week." And pray that the powers that be don't move the timetable up, he said to himself. "So, to answer your question of where to begin, the begining is usually the best place to start." Jaiysa smiled humorlessly. "The beginning, then. I would waste time complaining that the Rihan people are far too complex to be boiled down to a summary statement, but...it would do neither of us any good." The expatriot doctor had technically been a Federation citizen for some time now, but there were some habits she would never shake; the sardonic edge at the bottom of her voice was one of them, a skeptical tug that said she wondered at the motives involved and the likelihood of success. "Honor, erei'riov. Honor is at the bottom of it all. The honor of the empire, foremost, followed by your own if it does not interfere. If you can fake that...you will have no difficulty." She raised her eyebrows just slightly, curious to see whether he would respond to the implicit jibe. To be honest, she knew nothing of the man, or his honor, one way or the other. The Federation could be close-lipped as the Rihannsu when the mood struck them. "Honor, eh? Sounds like the Japanese code of Bushido. I was raised under the various Earth codes of honor and chivalry. This," he tapped near his left eye where the scars were still visible, ignoring the jibe, "is a result of honor. And before you ask, it's an ocular implant, not my real eye. Up until yesterday, I wore an eyepatch. It was both a reminder to me to keep my wits about myself and the path honor takes. "So, yeah, I should be able to act in a way that won't shame either the Empire or the Federation. Unlike those we're going after. Although, I'm sure they see their actions as bringing honor back to the Empire, it's not what the Praetor thinks." "There are many kinds of honor, rekkhai," Jaiysa said noncommittally. "And many ways of justifying oneself by it." Good...he had not lost his temper but he had not let the comment lay either. Perhaps he had not been ill-chosen after all. tbc

Happy Birthday guys. Singing: Grab the chair, boys! We've got another bucket kicker! Happy Birthday my olde friend. It seems this horror show will never end. Any moment's your last breath, Here is to another day closer to death. [Lyrics courtesy of Voltaire Happy Birthday (My Olde Friend)]

::clears throat:: Welcome! Two things to remember: 1) Any Academy hosted by STSF N'Dak is a guaranteed suicide mission [And that's a direct quote from his signature]. 2) Never compare the GMs to Captains Bligh or Queeg if you want to get graduate sometime before the turn of the century. That being said, I'd recommend reading: How to sim, as well as: Tips from the Moose For all your technobabble needs, visit Memory Alpha or Ex Astris Scientia. Academy times are listed ET, so adjust as appropriate for your timezone. Academies are mandatory, and everyone is human. Save your character development for your Advanced Ship. Minimum graduation time is 3 Academies, but don't expect to graduate that quickly; the host teams prefer to see how are over a longer span of time. And once you are posted to your first Advanced Sim, it's strongly recommended that any ideas that go outside Trek canon be approved by your host team.

Everyone welcome STSF's newest Ensign, Baron, graduating 26 May 2010

I *do not* have the legs for a kilt. Besides, I've already got my cosplay arranged for all three days.

Happy Birthday Sovie

::clears throat:: Welcome! Two things to remember: 1) Any Academy hosted by STSF N'Dak is a guaranteed suicide mission [And that's a direct quote from his signature]. 2) Never compare the GMs to Captains Bligh or Queeg if you want to get graduate sometime before the turn of the century. That being said, I'd recommend reading: How to sim, as well as: Tips from the Moose For all your technobabble needs, visit Memory Alpha or Ex Astris Scientia. Academy times are listed ET, so adjust as appropriate for your timezone. Academies are mandatory, and everyone is human. Save your character development for your Advanced Ship. Minimum graduation time is 3 Academies, but don't expect to graduate that quickly; the host teams prefer to see how are over a longer span of time. And once you are posted to your first Advanced Sim, it's strongly recommended that any ideas that go outside Trek canon be approved by your host team.

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