Arch Angel

Yo...Mom remember that laxitive??,...Wellll...

TOS,TOS,TOS..... ,And yesssss TOS :)

NO...NO...this is not the close up angle, Jeessshhhh this always happens with outsourced camera personell and not of the guild... :)

Excellent choice...:You have chosen...wisley: (credit from ROTLA, The last movie).. :)

In answer...Abosoutely...YES, Especially when in the proximity/nearby...a Cordon/evac area is necessitated. That being said...There really does exist in this world of instaneous communication certain elements (Countries/Regions/protocols) that DO NOT Either accept/ Enforce/or participate in the known protocols set forth "Internationally" as it relates to the transport/placarding, And or handling (safe) of potentially hazardous materials. All I can say is pray for the ones departed, And hopefully set an example for the "rest" of either the local, or regionial controlling bodies to get with the program laid forth by the majority of the "Civilised world"...and enforce those doctrines...thay really do help save lives. Is that not the most important thing?? :)

:: Nods:: Sorry forgot to mention the U.S.S. Enterprise...NCC-1701, And later .. :)

As Doc has stated..::remembers the first TOS on tv(series regularly sched.):, As well remembers the lag between the TOS series,and the "New Space movie" in between. Known as "Star Wars"...then Star Trek the movie. Anxiously awaited the other subsequent movie releases all the while watching the syndacated TOS, Remembers recording the series(TOS) with the advent of VCR(beta),and later the VCR'S we all grew to know, and love. ::Shakes head:: ...Must be getting really old...now CDR/DVDR. Hmmm...But tries to keep up ,and onto/into the next realm of evos.

To Right An Injustice, To Make A Just Cause Our Own..... A Ranger Log... The pain is a constant reminder I am still alive, Needless to say things are a bit awry at this moment. My trusted right arms are busied with either contacting the strangers we have encountered or retrieving a certain black box I had carefully placed and concealed in Vertis and HA's gathering room. Trank a loyal and excellent lieutenant is busied with the communications array attempting to contact either the Ferringi he knows, Or the strangers location to contact them and assure them of our intent to aid and assist them in righting a dread injustice. Takhoma....yes indeed Takhoma as loyal as they come, And my conscious as well is seeking the box out . If we can recover it, It may be of vital importance to the strangers. I need to know if one we have been an unwitting pawn in this event. Should it bear out we have been so, Honor demands and dictates our immediate cooperation in assisting them to make things right. I remember certain instances where the bosses turned a blind eye to certain traffic of shall we say workers, Drugged and made to work for them their origins kept unknown even to me. The only explanation given were they were criminals, and contracted to serve as workers. My immediate staff and I are contracted high level security, All with previous military backgrounds. This is a routine practice to outsource security personnel. It gives the prime contractor the ability to pick and choose the staff they desire to fit their needs. The situation has escalated by far and away the terms of our contract outlines. We did not sign on to be a part or company to the apparently very unlawful, or illegal events that have unfolded. Now our only hope is to be of assistance to these strangers in their pursuit of Vertis, and HA...yes HA. I have known HA for many years, Called him friend and compatriot on many jobs for hire. Something is dreadfully wrong here as he has shown his loyalty in this case to be of suspect in the very least. I am still in shock he actually attempted to assassinate me all for the knowledge I possess. I vow here and now it is not over yet, Both he and Vertis shall pay dearly for their actions. I see Takhoma and Trank approaching, Takhoma with the box and Trank hopefully with good news on contacting the strangers. Should we prevail in our attempt to assist them, I can only pray we have been found in good graces with the powers that be, And an opportunity to return to my home. I know Trank wishes to be rid of this place. Takhoma I can seem to sense she is torn between her loyalties to her contract, And the obvious wrong done here and now. I do see in her the willingness to go the extra mile in our now renewed mission. Should we be allowed to persevere, Perhaps I can offer my trusted team an alternative to the life they have known, Perhaps they may take an offer to come home with me and be allowed to start a new life, Far from this hellish place a true place of tranquility, A place Electra and I call home...End Log::

Now for something totally unrelated: The surviving Vulcan diplomatic represenatives on Terra have filed a formal complaint. 1.Discourage the use, or reference to Vulcan blowing up as "Vulcan Pop" 2.An immediate investigation be started to find the source of before stated instance. 3.Respectfully submits application to the UFP for reparations should alleged incident truly exist. ;)

And after a close tongue and cheek review...the winner is "Victria" ;)

Excellent A9, In an infinite universe with possibly infinite dimensions/time lines. Anything is possible...just my opinion on the matter ;)

::nods::...What Pinky said... :)

By all means, Many Happy Returns of the day... :)

Excellent article. :)

Excellent, Perhaps you may be afforded time for the sims again. Hows the Kimchi where your at ? Welcome back, Good to hear from you. :)

Where is my little one.. Personal Log: Lt.jg. Angelis, John, A. I have been through many ordeals in my life, None compare to the anxiety I am expericing right now. Taking a chair from Schawnsee's modest table in her quarters he could only review the last request forwarded to him and listen to her recorded message. Viewing her small frame, As well as her new look gave rise to many conflicting thoughts. I know the details of the mission she is on is classified, I have been through the proper channels to garner some small info on the away team. I do sense somehow she is in danger as well as pain, To what extent I cannot perceive at this time. I do however know and trust the teachings of our elders. My spirit screams out to find out where she is, And to go and find her and return her safely. My duty as a Star Fleet officer as well reminds me of my sworn duty. I have asked to speak to the CO and schedule an appointment to converse with him on this matter, For now all that is availed to me is to sit,wait, and wonder where my little one is.

Is that like Farfenneguen ??

Two charter members of Trauma are us... :)

Red looks best in photo. Seiben better get out the "Raid", Your screen has bugs :)

Questions begin, Intrigue never ends... A Ranger log: Ranger has just finished communicating with HA after receiving the coded message sent to him. He had ordered the other half of the squadron to take the remaining guest into protective custody using all precautions. Takhoma had commed a request for help/backup to her position. And post reception of the last Intel sent from HA. I have ordered the other half of the squadron that had been placed around the bar for just that purpose...if need did arise. I had suspicions before as they pertained to the strangers. And since our meeting have been attempting to piece together this puzzle that in itself is not ordinary in nature. Coupled with my last intel from the base my thoughts are piqued even more. The sec officer left to protect the guest in the bar is an excellent officer and for her to cry for help is most unusual indeed. There is much amiss here, The guests in my charge seem out of place somehow, I cannot put my finger on it yet but I shall get to the bottom of it. My sec team and I with our guests in tow are nearing the transport. The other part of the squadron, along with the apes the special part of our detail should be in position by now. I have tried to gather this group without being overtly brutal in doing so. I must attempt to make these strangers understand I will do what ever is necessary to perform my duty. I have no wish to harm anyone...and they may have the answers I seek. Should my suspicions prove to be correct, There is more involved here than meets the eye. Should my suspicions prove valid it would negate the terms of my contract with the boss ............End Log:

Dreamscape.... Log by Ranger (Arch Angel): Looking up at the interspersed clouds of salmon colored space clouds of dust against the star and planetary filled sky,actually the moon that orbited and added an almost ghostly hue to the various colors of near and distant astral bodies are just a few of the benefits of rising early in the morning on the small planetoid he and his wife ,and child called home now. The profession he pursued has paid off in ways that other venues may well have not..here out on the outer rim,on his small chunk of dirt he could live,love his wife,and his son with no interference,from a cold and uncaring galaxy,no strife..with the ocassionial exception of burrowing mole like creatures that fed upon the crops of vegetables and wheat he so enjoyed growing....and that was neglible,they must eat to. He turned towards the direction of home..watching as the sun began to rise ...taking in the creeping brilliance of the light as it hastily invaded the shadow of night,there in the distance he could see the wafting curl of smoke rising from within the modest stone and wood manor they called home. The scent of a freshly prepared meal seemed to drift lazily down the sloping hill towards him,,as if beckoning him to hurry and join in the morning feast wrought by loving hands,his wife appeared in the doorway,along with tommy their son..he was jumping up and down,waving happily. Taking in a deep breath ,and closing his eyes he filled his nostrils with the scent now gathered around him,he listened to the laughter of his son,the almost school girl giggles,from Electra his wife full well knowing she was goading him to hurry she knew he could smell the rich fragrance of the oil she had placed in her hair he had gone to great expense to get her for her birthday,an oil from Terra,..a blend of various herbs and flowers that are indigenous there...she was well worth it. Opening his eyes...smiling,he proceeded to walk at a steady pace through the field of wheat,it was now about thigh high,and would be ready for the harvest very soon,increasing his gate he watched as Electra patted Tommy and motioned him inside and get ready to eat...begrudgingly as most young children do he turned,head down,and obeyed..however not before breaking away and running to Ranger,jumping up into his arms for a quick embrace,I love you father was his quick word,and then he rushed to do his mothers bidding..I love you too son. Electra,her hands placed firmly on her hips ,taking on a stern visage on her beautiful olive skinned face,those blue eyes betrayed her ...she could not keep the facade of anger up,and Tommy knew it as he ran by her,pausing only to say I love you mother,and proceeded into the house. Electra my love you are as beautiful as the day we met,I swear you even gain more beauty as the days pass...she smiled,walked over,placed her arms around me,her raven colored hair gently swaying from the natural wave it has,she looked me straight in the eye...and you my husband,are a hopeless romantic,smirking grin beginning to grow on her face,and I would not desire you any other way...she whispered in his ear so softly as a soft morning breeze I love you...but I am hungry,she turned and said last one in to eat has to cleanup. Throwing his hands up,as if in a sign of surrender...you win the race I am too tired to run right now,come lets just go in and eat,I will help you clean up ,upon entering the kitchen one could really take in the delicious aroma from the food on the table before them,after eating,and cleaning as promised he went out to the patio ,one of his as well as Electras favorite spots,Tommy was playing with Ralph...a small reptilian creature from the Andromeda galaxy,a cross between a lizard,and a puppy dog was my reaction when his mother and he first brought it home...I have always maintained it to be so ugly...however it has been a good and faithful companion the three years Ralph has been here to Tommy,and my wife during the times I have been on a job contract. The morning seemed to pass all to quickly,I awoke from what appeared to be a nap as Electra was gently pulling my hand come to bed love,you will be leaving tomorrow on another one of your jobs,that I detest by the way...please come with me..she kept tugging,tugging,tugging.... I opened my eyes expecting to perceive my beautiful Electra only to be shocked to see the visage of Trank and some of the sec team standing around me,pain was shooting up my left leg,looking down I could see the obvious deformation to it,I looked around,almost as if waking from a dream. The sec teams had apparently followed Tranks orders to handle it,obviously when I went under,Trank has just finished speaking to the strangers on the shuttle craft....I began to think ,was this a dream,or perhaps an omen,perhaps I should go home,afterall we have more than enough for the rest of our lives. Propping up on a crate placed on the ground for me..waiting for the strangers to come out of that ship...I do not desire to harm them,or anyone for that matter...just my job,and should I not do as my duties are defined...there may be repercussions that could be far reaching,even with the secrecy,and security I have painstakingly performed,they may try to take revenge on me through Electra,and Tommy...that I will not,and cannot allow,perhaps we can end this soon....perhaps I may return home soon...to my dream scape...:: End Log::

Just wait until bobba fett tries these babies on..... :)

Now arent you glad I brought the "100 mph Duct tape" :P

Security Log: Ranger(Angel) Trank and I have just left the bar in town,certain strangers are present there,steps to monitor any and all communications either to themselves,or by comm.channel have been implemented. I am certain our previous intruder is in that group,however any attempt to arrest or interrogate at this time in my opinion would compromise our position as it relates to capturing the entire lot of these strangers,as well as diminish the possible information we are seeking to uncover. There has been a contingent of security personnel posted at the bar,and in close proximity,they have been advised...strongly to remain there,under the guise of protecting them and insuring their safety...the entire area has been sealed off,no one may enter or leave without my express permission. In the meantime I am following up our progress with the search teams you have dispatched to seek out and find the origin of the energy spike we have detected,and it should be tracked back to the source by now,I am coordinating with the team leaders at this time...we should be moving in shortly. ::pressing the comm.link/send button:: Forward to HA:: Ranger watched as the comm.report was sent to HA,,My only concern right now is that he doesn't mess this operation up hell if he does,I may just get a promotion...by elimination. The extra credits/pay would come in handy,afterall ,I only desire to make enough for myself and family to settle down on some planetoid,far from the reaches of this kind of life,I have been in the game for too long for my taste.,even an old war horse tires of the stench of death after a life time of exposure to it....End Log.