Dox Maturin

First favorite is the Galaxy, then the Nova Class, then the Constitution (refit).

I do not believe there is a limitation, but you have to wait a month (or 3?) after joining your first before you can join anymore.

I made mine with Popsicle sticks and Elmer's glue. I'm happy with it, but boy is my tongue cold!

Ack! I killed it! Okay my favorite STSF moment was seeing Fred in a coconut bikini!

Here's my favorite STSF moment. I was migrated here, darn near under duress. But I didn't really know as much as I thought I did, and although only one person probably knows what I'm talking about (if he remembers), I turned down a kind invitation by someone who was really looking out for the best of everyone. So I suppose my favorite STSF moment was when I realized just how great this new group was, and what it had accomplished for so many people. After looking at the last 5 years, I'm glad to be back playing here. I thought I'd lost one of my favorite hobbies, but I really hadn't. That's my favorite moment. I hope to be here for your 10th. Thanks for all that you did. PS: Dumbass, do they still have the Warp Core Breach at Quarks bar?!?

I spent 3 hours baking that cake, and another 2 carefully applying the icing and the M&MS, and I made the candles from a honey bee comb that I melted down. To light the candles I rubbed two sticks together. I didn't eat the cake afterwards but it was totally worth it for that photo.

"Question History" Duty Log - 0707.31 The doors to the main science lab slid open with a hiss and Lieutenant junior grade Dox Maturin crossed the threshold, stomping passed the officers gathered there. He hammered his fist into the locker room panel, opening the door, and disappeared just as quickly as he had arrived. The science officers, mostly lower grade, had suddenly become quiet at the sight of Dox. There were a few murmurs as a few asked each other what was wrong with him. Ensign Elizabeth Jordan quickly took to her feet and followed him. Besides Tristan and perhaps Joy, Elizabeth had spent the most time talking to Dox and she felt closer to him than any of the others did. And something she saw concerned her. The locker room door closed behind her and she found Dox standing in front of a sonic wash, cleaning his hands. Blood vaporized off his skin in the sonic waves. She furrowed her brow and stepped closer, "Dox, are you alright?" She looked straight at the blood, "what happened?" Maturin jumped a bit, not expecting anyone to be behind him. He turned to face her, pulling a rag from a wall hook and wiping sweat and grime from his face. "There was a casualty on the bridge," he said flatly, "Ensign Fodder is dead." "Who?" she asked, then quickly felt guilty that she had no idea who the poor dead man was. "The Scorpiad forces have arrived," he continued, throwing the rag onto the floor, "they will be here shortly. A fleet unlike anything I have ever seen. I...do not know how we are going to pull through this." "What kind of fleet?" "Hundreds of warships, thousands of fighters. They have hit us quite hard." Elizabeth shook her head, looking down at the deck, a tear falling down her cheek. "I hate these things," she whimpered, referring to the Scorpiads. Dox glared at her. "Do you ever ask yourself why?" She scrunched her face at him. "Why what?" "Why you hate them. Why we are at war." "They attacked us. They barricaded the wormhole," her voice raised, becoming angry with him. How could he question their duty? "They are vicious, they live to conquer. You've read the reports, you know. The Dominion, they..." "And we trust the Dominion?" Dox spat with disgust, "we trust that lying vorta? Yes, I have read the report. How do we know what really happened? How are the Scorpiad any different from the Dominion? You are too young to know, but the Dominion are just as ruthless." "The Scorpiad kill without provocation, and without mercy. How can you question what we're doing?" "Is that not what everyone feels about the enemy? Ensign...Elizabeth, things are not always what they seem. People do not achieve all that the Scorpiads have achieved without a certain measure of balance in their society. We have barely scratched the surface, yet we are more than willing to wipe them out on sight. I just want to know why are not questioning this war. History is written by the victors. The Dominion wrote that history." Elizabeth was shouting now, furious at him though she couldn't understand why, "The Dominion is trying to help us. We're allies now!" "The Dominion slaughtered us. They too live for conquest. They murder innocent unborn children," he crashed his back against the wall and slumped to the floor, tears flowing down his cheeks. "How could we have betrayed the memory of those who died by joining them in the conquest of another race," he whispered. She blinked at him, surprised at this sudden burst of emotion. She had never seen him act that way. It was as if he was someone else entirely. Sympathetic, she knelt next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't know what to say," she spoke quietly, "but maybe you're right. Maybe we don't know the truth." "There is something more to these Scorpiads. I can feel it," Dox looked into her eyes, "and we should not rest until we find it. I do not...do not want to kill any more." "What can I do?" "Question history. I need to talk to our department head, but now I need to get back to the bridge," he smiled weakly at her as he brushed away the lingering tears on his face, "in the meantime, try to pull up all the information you can about these Scorpiads. Maybe we can find a solution that does not involve eradicating them."

Cat fight!

Depends on the sim command staff. Why not make the cyborg implants a handicap, rather than an enhancement?

Biography of Dox Maturin Name: Dox Maturin (docks ma-tour-in) Gender: Male Race: Human Age: 33 Assignment: USS Excalibur Position: Assistant Science Officer Height: 5' 11" Weight: 187 lbs Hair Color: Black Facial Hair: None Eye Color: Blue Public Record Maturin was born and raised on Earth in Cornwall, England. At the age of 19 he attended the University of Hampshire, and by 23 was accepted into Starfleet Academy. He studied there for one and a half years. However the news of the Dominion War was growing increasingly dire and sometime during his second year he resigned from the Academy. Hearing of the need for enlisted grunts on the battlefield, Dox signed up with the Starfleet Marine Infantry Division as an Enlisted Triage Nurse and was assigned to the front lines of the Gamma Quadrant campaign. Dox served in 3 separate planet-based missions and 8 starship combat missions during his total 2 years in the war. His longest single mission was on the planet Andaman, a Dominion outpost in the Gamma Quadrant. His division was stranded on the planet for 4 months without re-supply from Starfleet. Of the 10,000 soldiers sent on that mission only 1,300 survived. At the end of the conflict Dox returned to Starfleet Academy, which accepted him openly in light of the severe lack of recruits. He graduated with poor scores and no awards, quite a turn of performance from the overachieving Dox before the war. After a complete nervous breakdown prior to his first assignment he spent 3 months at the H. Shipman Mental Health Center and was ultimately found unfit for starship duty. He was then transferred to a private scientific research facility under the care of a retired Starfleet officer to evaluate his progress aboard the USS Relica. 5 years later he requested and was granted transfer to the USS Excalibur, his first starship assignment. Medical Data Medical examinations up to present have indicated that Dox Maturin is relatively healthy for a man of his age. Maturin has had the following injuries: Left ulna compound facture (healed out of alignment) Left fibia complete fracture (healed) Right fibula compound fracture (healed out of alignment) Severed left ring finger (no replacement) Removal of right kidney (artificial replacement) 21 long scars on back Third degree burns scars on left upper arm Personal Relationships During his military tour he met and dated one of the soldiers assigned to his unit, Claire Sampson. They dated for 2 months and she became pregnant. She did not inform her immediate superior of her condition and was assigned with Dox to the planet Andaman, which was to be a simple mission. She was killed four weeks into the conflict. Andaman The planet Andaman, relatively close to the wormhole in the Gamma Quadrant is recorded in history as the site of the Andaman Massacre. Over 10,000 Federation troops were sent to secure the planet and destroy a significant ketresel white production outpost located on its surface. Despite that their mission was initially successful and the plant was destroyed, intelligence underestimated the strength of the Dominion forces on the planet and they were quickly overwhelmed. Starfleet and the Dominion, engaged in continuous battles over the region, would not permit either side to send in reinforcements or supplies, leaving the opposing troops on the ground alone. Due to the severe damage to the main facility and thus lack of power and supply warehouses, both sides were left with minimal resources to survive while continuing their assaults on each other. After the majority of their force was wiped out, the remaining Federation troops soon resorted to raiding the Dominion outpost for food and medical supplies. During one such raid, Dox Maturin and his company were captured and imprisoned for two weeks. Dox, along with his colleagues, were quartered in separate chambers and brutally tortured for nearly a week without food or water, much for the frustrated amusement of the vorta commander stationed there. Dox escaped only by convincing the vorta that he had given up the will to live and after being untied without a Jem'Hadar escort, proceeded to strangle the vorta to death and sneak back to the camp, leaving his companions behind. Dox told his fellow officers that the others were dead. After Starfleet was able to mount a rescue of its troops from Andaman, it was discovered that Dox's companions had in fact been alive and had been tortured for many more weeks after Dox's escape until they finally died of dehydration and anemia. It was quietly forgotten. Only 1,300 troops left Andaman alive, while the Dominion lost 192 Jem'Hadar soldiers and 1 vorta. It is now a memorial. Education Graduated the University of Hampshire with a 3.92 GPA and honors in subspace science. Earned top grades at Starfleet Academy during his first year, placed in the upper 1% of his class. After returning to the academy after the war, Dox graduated ranked #398 out of 404 in his class with the lowest possible grades for completion. He earned no recommendations, commendations, or significant marks on his record. Theology Dox has adopted the cultural beliefs and practices of the delpi, and has been trained to control his emotions. True control is physiologically impossible for most humans, but he has been trained through meditation to achieve a limited management of them. This has helped him overcome his near psychosis due to prior trauma and experiences. Psychological Profile A quiet and reserved person, Dox was once outgoing before his experience in the war. The trauma that he endured during his tour, as well as the torture and subsequent murder of his captor has left deep emotional scars. After returning he became withdrawn from all friends, and without any family he had no one to turn to. Soon following graduation from the academy he suffered a complete psychotic break and was institutionalized for 3 months. Part of his psychosis was that he thought he could see and interact with his dead lover, still pregnant with his child. Once he was deemed stable, he was given a chance to serve on a science team in a civilian capacity under a mentor, one Vex Xiang, until he could be cleared for regular duty. Alone and isolated, Dox found comfort in the teachings of his mentor and adopted a delpin way of life. This has impacted him greatly, but results in a conflict between his natural human emotions and his training to control them. It took 5 years for him to resolve his personal conflicts, but eventually he was declared fit for duty. Dox drinks heavily and refuses to allow himself even the basic comforts in life. Perhaps having adapted to sleeping on rocks on the planet Andaman, Dox does not sleep on any beds and prefers to lie on the floor with no coverings or pillows. He keeps his surroundings sparse, removing any decorations that usually accompany a typical officer's quarters. War Record 2403: Joins Starfleet Marines, assigned as a triage nurse with an enlisted rank. Assigned to 93rd Division, Bravo company, under the command of Colonel Damon and directly supervised by Doctor Lieber. Is involved in 5 starship combat missions and 2 ground missions in the Alpha Quadrant. First serves with the USS Fek'lhr until it is destroyed in combat, and is then transferred to the USS Locke. 2404: USS Locke ordered to Gamma Quadrant. Dox serves another 3 starship combat missions with his company, and then is ordered to the planet Andaman where he is stranded for 4 months. 2405: Resigns from Starfleet Marines at the completion of the war and is accepted back into Starfleet Academy. End of File

Updated 0707.30.

"Rare" Personal Log - 0707.30 The Corpse Dox Maturin knelt on the thin carpet of the bridge beside the still body of Ensign Fodder. Liquid pooled beneath the young tactical officer's head. Behind them on the wall a corner of the bulkhead was dented and splattered with red, and the monitors of the science panel below it were streaked with the same blood. Though Maturin had tried to wipe some of it off with his bare hands, it was still smeared across the black glass. "Is he dead?" Claire asked as she knelt next to Dox. He simply looked at her and nodded. It was too crowded for him to address her, and certainly Joy would have noticed if he had. He reached down and felt for the ensign's pulse. There was none. But just looking at him, his head split open and his eyes wide and empty, there was no mistaking that he was dead. Claire cried. 5 Days Ago Stars streaked by the small view port in Vex Xiang's quarters. The room was full of water, to accommodate the dolphin-like physiology of the scientist, and made the stars wave and shimmer. Xiang stared at the communications panel in the room, the worn face of a blue-shirted officer on it. "You do not look well, Mr Copper," Xiang addressed him. Lieutenant Copper did indeed not look well. Though the background behind him was bright and clean, his face was smeared with dirt and he had a weathered look. "Things are not well, Mr Xiang," Lieutenant Copper smiled grimly at his old friend. "We are at war. Some don't think we're going to make it." "I have faith," Xiang rolled slightly, "in you and the Excalibur. You will prevail. She always has. Yet I sense that you are not sending this message to discuss Excalibur. What can I do for you?" Copper sighed, his shoulders slumping. "There is something I have been meaning to ask you about. You asked me to watch over the new officer, Dox Maturin. I've been noticing some peculiar behavior, and really I only mention it because he has been assigned to some rather important duties lately, including on the bridge. I have not mentioned it to the department head, only because I trust that you would not do anything to hurt Excalibur or the science department, but I am growing concerned." "Continue." "For the most part he is friendly and is adjusting well to the crew," Copper then frowned, "but I have witnessed on several occasions when he is alone, he sometimes talks to people who are not there. And sometimes there is something in his eyes. He's different. You've kept me in the dark on this too long. Can you tell me..." "Maturin is schizophrenic," Xiang suddenly cut him off in mid-sentence. Copper remained silent, the blunt news shocking him, so Xiang went on. "It is a neurological anomaly that does not show on medical scans. When I and the counselor here on the USS Relica identified it, we knew it was a rare condition we had not yet encountered. We believe he is victim to hallucinations, and that the schizophrenic break occurred due to post traumatic stress. Likely, his experiences in the war. Losing his lover, his unborn child, and enduring horrible torture. It is not surprising that his condition surfaced." "How," Copper furrowed his brow, "could it go unnoticed by the medical officers who examined him? I know a little about schizophrenia, and I know a simple genetic history trace would have rooted it out, if not the abnormality itself." "As I said, it is something rare, for which there is no treatment. The chief medical officer here and I agree that it may have been something artificial. Something done to him. He has no memory of anything prior to the age of 13. He could have been exposed to any number of phenomena that can create neurological anomalies in a growing, undeveloped mind. Further, there is no genetic history of him at all in historical records." "None? How is that possible?" "It is more common than some would like to admit. A human raised on a distant world, their family and medical records not kept or erased by war or political uprising. A technophobic family on Earth not submitting to genetic tracing. There are many explanations for why Dox Maturin seemed to appear out of thin air at an orphanage in England." "And you don't think this is a danger? Is it really wise to have someone with an unidentified personality disorder running around the ship?" Copper crossed his arms. "Starfleet cleared him for duty, and so did I. We worked hard together while he was under me, using delpin meditation to control his psychosis. I believe he has it well in hand." Copper sighed and nodded. "I see. But if I witness anything dangerous, I will report it. I'm sure you understand." Back in the Smoke Dox lifted himself up off the floor and took his seat at the science station, wiping his hands on his uniform to clean some of the blood off. While Claire stood behind him and cried, Dox sat emotionless. He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it away from his forehead to wipe a bit of sweat away, coating the black hair with blood in the process. He tapped a request to medical to have someone remove Fodder's body. It was a shame, he thought, that he really didn't feel anything for the dead Fodder. That was what war did, he supposed. It made you cold. Among other things that it did to you. The madness that can come of it. Dox only knew too well.

I thought I'd add a comment to this. The first thing I would do is check with your CO. Some sims allow noncanon races, others require only canon races. This is usually done to prevent a weird dinosaur/Pokemon/invisible-vine race or something completely ridiculous. Thus, expect to get your race approved beforehand. When creating your race, you are going to want to add a lot of detail. This can be done over time, but remember that you are not just creating a character but an entire species. That is quite an undertaking. You not only have to focus on your individual character development, personality, history, family, but also the physiology, history, politics, etc of an entire race of people on a planet or planets. How has the race interacted with other warp capable races over the thousands of year history? How have they evolved, how do they cohabitate with other species on their planet? What language do they use? What is their popular religion? Of course, this is unlikely to happen overnight and you should feel free to slowly add more depth as you play your character. This means you'll be developing both a single character and an entire race as you sim. That can be quite a lot of fun! However with the depth involved, do not expect to have a fully fleshed out race for several years, since you'll be spending most of your time digging into the plot of the sim rather than hashing out your character and his species background. When developing your character, don't forget that it is the sim and the storyline that all the players are involved in that is the priority. Keep this in mind when creating your race, as the most important part is that it allows you to sim. One thing to consider when creating a new race though is how to make it simple and straightforward to get across the major attributes of your character. For example, if you have a species with an unusual physiology, start thinking of familiar animals/plants/things that people can relate to in order to get a general idea of what your character looks like. Most players aren't going to read a 15-20 page biography, so they need to get all the information necessary to successfully interact with your character in a quick paragraph. Ideally, you should come up with a great one-liner (a short sentence) that successfully describes the essential look of your race. Simply, folks are going to forget fine details, and new crewmembers will have trouble relating. So having a quick phrase to help them recognize what your character is will be a huge help. This is where an easily recognized thing that can be associated with your race comes in handy. If your character floats around instead of walking and has two heads that alternate speaking for a single brain, these are essential elements that needs to be incorporated into your phrase. Keep in mind also that you need to incorporate physiology into your race that allows it to, somehow, interact with the stations on a ship and perform duties. It can be done so in a unique way, but remember to work within the limitations you give yourself. My key tips: Simplicity, consistency, depth. Pictures help, too. Good luck!

He returned with a different character :o . I'm sure Vex is hard at work right now on something :) .

Congrats to STSF and also to Manticore! Sheesh A9 has it been that long?? And you haven't blown up your black Nebula yet! Gosh, what was the name of the sim that had its ship on letter H or something? Maybe we should start planning for STSFs 10th anniv :)

Great addition, Sorehl! Good job on the image if you made it. I was wondering what the Thala-and was. If you do more I won't complain!

I like Armada better :P And the original Warcraft...

Ack! A ghost! What's with the fangs? Me thinks a certain crewmember is projecting herself to terrorize our poor kitty. She knows who she is! :D

Its Vegas...why stay anywhere? Hang out at the casinos and drink all night. :)

Ooo...the scorpiads just got a lot more interesting :)

Gore's kids do drive Prius', but no one mentioned the hybrid drive doesn't work effeciently driving 100mph while intoxicated.

I love how well this race is developed. Great log! But really, would one lowly redshirt ensign have really been missed? There are no cameras in the turbolifts :)

Great log! We all have life insurance policies, right?

"Dox's Secret" Personal Log – 0707.08 Onward Dox held his glass of scotch and surveyed the ship's lounge. The lights were a little dimmer than usual, and he concluded that areas considered nonessential (one could argue the essential uses of a bar) had been put on limited power to facilitate repairs around the ship. He sighed, taking in the unusual quietness as the various patrons, officers all still in uniform, sat in silence after enduring a difficult battle. A young officer in the corner caught his eye and he approached. "Elizabeth?" Dox managed a smile, looking down at the ensign cupping a mug of hot tea in both her hands and staring into it. She looked up with a bit of a jump and stiffened; her shoulders relaxed noticeably when she saw it to be Dox. She herself managed to return a smile and gestured for him to sit. He did, and wrinkled his brow as she continued to examine her drink. "Are you alright?" he asked. She shook her head and looked at him. "No," she began, "I'm surprised you're so calm. Rumors have been floating around amongst the junior officers, haven't you heard? We barely survived our last assault and the captain himself questioned whether we were strong enough to make it. But, you were on the bridge weren't you? What happened?" Her eyes widened in anticipation. Dox knew he had to choose his words carefully. He was one of them; a lowly ensign, but somehow he had found himself sitting right along the senior officers, and on the bridge no less. He knew what he said would probably be repeated many times. "No," he corrected her, "actually the captain expressed his faith in us. Do not listen to rumors; he was quite pleased with our progress." That made her feel better. Finally she sipped her steaming tea and looked up at him. "Weren't…weren't you in the Dominion war? I mean, I suppose you could have been, you're older than the rest of us," she said, referring to the gang of ensign scientists on Excalibur. The lower ranks always stuck together. She herself was only 22. He nodded. "2 years. USS Shoemaker, Ulysses, the Granite, Andaman, Jordan, among others." Her eyed went wide again. "Andaman?" she whispered, "you're a survivor of the Andaman massacre?" she trailed off, sipping her tea and somehow feeling a bit better. "Well, anyone who came out of that must have some guts. I imagine this is nothing to you." Dox didn't answer her. The Rescue – 7 years ago The cargo bay hummed quietly as the USS Trident sped away from the planet Andaman at high warp. The bay was filled with soldiers, all recently recovered from 4 months of exile on the planet. No one spoke, and all was quiet except for the murmurs of the various medical officers that tended to the wounded there. The room was lined with cots set up for the survivors from their mission to the planet Andaman. Behind them Dominion and Federation starships battled each other in high orbit, fighting for the ketresel white outpost that they knew was beyond recovery. "Well, Dox, it looks like you're a hero." A man with dirt caked on his face sat himself firmly next to Dox on his cot, throwing a PADD hard into his lap. "Someone told one of those reporters circling around here that you killed one of the Vorta on that outpost. Look there," he pointed to the PADD, "what a hero you are. What a story. What a load of…" the cargo bay shook inexplicably. Dox said nothing, his hand gripped around his missing finger that had recently been cauterized by the medical staff. "Well," the soldier continued, "the men and I have decided we're not going to tell them what really happened down there. But you're going to deny killing any vorta, and you're going to transfer to another company. I swear, Maturin, if you're with us on one more mission it will be your last. If it weren't for Claire, in her memory, I'd just as soon toss you out an airlock right now. We all know what really happened down there, don't we." Escape – 7 years and 2 months ago Dox hung there in the small dimly lit room, chained to the ceiling and spread out in a Y. A Jem'Hadar soldier stood behind him, emotionless. In the distance, he could hear the screams of his fellow officers who he knew were all in the same sort of rooms he was in. With a grunt the Jem'Hadar slashed a lit plasma torch across Dox's side, instantly searing it. His skin turned purple as the blood vessels beneath boiled and burst. He instinctively winced at the sudden pain but made little sound; only a whimpering cry. They had been captured while raiding the outpost for food to bring back to the other Federation soldiers entrenched in the mountains far away. Dox always had to go with them, despite not being a real soldier and having never picked up a weapon (he was merely a triage nurse after all), but simply because he could read the Dominion language. So when they were caught, he too was captured; and the Dominion tortured them all for information. The doors slid open with a dry squeal and a vorta walked through. He gestured for the Jem'Hadar to leave, and he did so immediately. The vorta approached Dox slowly, frowning. Vorta were not used to such barbaric interrogation tactics. Cardassians were more suited to this sort of thing, although the Jem'Hadar was quick to learn their techniques. The vorta looked nearly as tired and beaten as Dox. "How many are there? What is the location of the field commander's camp?" he asked for a hundredth time, not really expecting any answer. The vorta stepped close, and Dox could smell his foul breath. "What's your name? Don't you want to live to go home to your family? Just tell me what I need to know, and this can all be over," he whispered. He reached up and began to unlock Dox's chains. "If you won't tell me under the duress of your own misery, perhaps you will speak when you watch us kill your companions." Dox whimpered again, wanting desperately to cry but was too dehydrated to do so. His chained unlocked and his body fell downward. Unexpectedly, a rush of adrenaline seized him. An image of Claire flashed into his mind, who he had only days ago watched die; her lifeless body and the black hole in her chest, and the unborn child in her that only days after being stranded on Andaman had discovered was there. Rage filled him and his hands flashed forward, grasping the vorta's neck. It was so sudden that there was no time for him to cry out, and they both fell to the ground under Dox's weight. The vorta's head slammed into the metal floor, nearly knocking him out and leaving him defenseless against Dox's stranglehold. It took him so long to die; Dox wasn't sure quite how long. But finally it was over, and Dox came to, some strength returning to him now that he was free. The vorta lay there dead, eyes wide, mouth agape. He looked down at him, waiting for the guilt to come. He had never killed anyone before. He was a peaceful man, as long as he could remember (albeit starting at the age of 13, as he had no memory of anything before that). But the guilt never came. As he stared at the corpse beneath him, a new strange feeling emerged. A feeling of familiarity; something from his childhood. It felt good. He liked it. He expected praise. I did it dad, I killed him. Good boy, Jonathan. Taking after your old man. And then he threw up. It took a moment for him to realize where he was, but quickly he regained his composure and stood and ran out the door, running down the short hall. He came to a large door and pressed a button at its side, prompting it to slide open. The sound of rain filled the hall and water trickled into the building. Dox looked behind him at the torture chamber he had just escaped. He could see the vorta laying there, a phased weapon on his hip. The screams from his comrades rang through the building. He could do it, Dox thought. He could take that weapon, rescue his fellow captured soldiers and they could escape back to the camp together. He would be a hero. He tried to run back to get the weapon, but his legs were frozen. He couldn't go back. The fear in him and the pain from his wounds, from a week of torture, seized his body. He couldn't just leave them there to die. He had to do something. How could he betray Claire's memory? So he cried. He cried at how pathetic he was. He cried as he ran out into the night, with the screams of his companions fading away under the rain. Excalibur – Present Day Elizabeth smiled; feeling much better that a real hero was working by her side in the science department. She beamed, sipping her hot tea and watching him closely. If anything happened, she knew Dox at least would be there to help them while they huddled around the science lab. They were just scientists, but at least they had someone brave to help them through.

Happy 4th everyone! While you are blasting your fireworks and having outdoor bbqs, remember that today we celebrate Independence Day, a movie that reminds us to be thankful that we aren't being invaded by locust aliens from distant galaxies.