Marris Krax

Oh, like you should be so shocked, Mr. Dumbass ;) Perhaps turning point was a bad assessment, but it was certainly the first really good episode of TNG, so if ENT was showing that kind of promise of a really good episode, then I'd give it a shot again. ::crawls back into bed so the-day-that-just-gets-worse will go away::

I agree. This is why I stopped watching after the Ferengi episode ;) I'd much rather drool over the next season of Star Gate, personally. ::drool:: And yeah, I'm willing to admit it might get better, but until someone can point out an ENT episode to me and say, "That's as good an episode as Measure of a Man" which I believe was the turning point in TNG, I won't watch it again. As for Fred's comments, now is not the best time for me to be commenting on such things, considering I nearly bit someone's head off at the paper today over the use of my phone tap, so I'm going to go calm down before I make an ass of myself.

1) Actually, I'd say TNG was the last best Trek, but DS9 was okay. I, too, stopped watching toward the end, it got a little too silly in some parts for my taste. 2) It may have been in there too many times, but never stuck ^_^ 3) I agree. This is exactly why Trek needs a rest of a decade or so. We can come up with our own good stuff in the meantime. Although, I think you're wrong in returning to the Romulans and the Klingons (at least the Klingons)...they'll mess up so much canon if they do so ^.^ 4) Our canon is what we make it. I know a lot of folks don't consider ST V canon, primarily because it was so incredibly crappy. Others don't consider Nemesis canon, also because it was pretty crappy and flew in the face of what some folks considered established canon for the Romulans. When we sim, we have the luxury of picking and choosing what canon works for us, simply because we ourselves are not canon. Trek writers on ENT don't have that luxury, and this is why so many Trek fans are getting cheesed off at them. If ENT doesn't work for you, I say go ahead an ignore it. Just make sure the entire sim follows the same guidelines and you should be fine.

Nope, yer not the only one. ::has not forgiven them for the Ferengi episode::

If I may extend that metaphor a little... :) TNG/DS9 (sometimes) Star Trek is like a really good cookie you get at the bakery. But then the bakery goes out of business, so you can't get that really good cookie any more. There's a similar cookie you can get at the grocery store (VOY/ENT) but cookies that come in those plastic little tray things wrapped in paper bags are really no match for fresh cookies you get out of the oven. But, lo and behold, you know how to bake. You buy a bunch of ingredients and take them home and start baking. Some of the cookies come out like crap, but some of the cookies are really good; they aren't the same as the cookies from the bakery, but you like them just the same. Now, what are the homemade cookies? Simming. Yeah, we got crap right now. And yeah, we as Star Trek fans shouldn't have to appreciate it simply because it is Star Trek. Would you really feel comfortable saying something like that to a Star Wars fan who's had to put up with JarJar Binks? You'd get your hand chopped off with a lightsaber faster than Luke did. We know what has made good Trek in the past, and we reproduce it here. As just about everyone here has been saying, give the shows and movies a rest. We don't need no stinking store-bought cookies. We're having enough fun in the kitchen on our own, thanks :D ::drool:: Star Gate would be the Mint Milanos of the current sci-fi universe, considering that the bakery has closed and everything. Mint Milanos are the best, man :blink:

Actually, my Peer Advisor did something similar last year...she was going to a football game with her guy friends, and they were short a letter, so she donned a sports bra and painted a big Z on her stomach (least I think it was the Z)

Amen. ::would say more, but is way too tired to make a coherent post::

;) Wow. Just...wow. That looks a heck of a lot better than the test shot you sent me a few weeks ago. Very cool, Boss!

Oooh...buuuuurrrrrnnnnnn

Robin Lefler played by Ashley Judd?

Okay, so I've been wondering for a while why you folks pick the races you pick for your characters, especially you Vulcans out there. Did you pick the race because it was your favorite? Because you thought it would be a challenge? Because those forehead bumps/funky ears/whatever look really, really cool? So c'mon, spill...what are ya and why'd ya pick that race? As for me, I cannot honestly remember why I decided to play a Ferengi/Human mutt, especially since I had to warp the all important canon a bit to make *that* happy marriage work. I think perhaps it had something to do with wanting a change of pace after three years as a very serious Bajoran, because after all the Ferengi are the comic relief of the Trek universe ^.^ Oh, I do remember why I decided on the mixed parentage...I just couldn't fathom a female full-Ferengi submitting herself to the horror of clothing, and there was no way in Hades I was going to be (or Vixis and Day would allow) a naked officer :rolleyes:

I thought he just told us to give up space travel because we were too primative, but oh well... ::shruggle:: Methinks my perception of Q has been tainted slightly by the Peter David/Greg Cox version of Q. When you're not reading poli sci, I recommend Q-Squared and The Q Continuum Trilogy by those two respectively ^.^ Ooh, and I, Q by David and DeLancie himself...if only because they give props to my gal Eddy ;) And I still say that the bad guy stuff was an act with him :angry: Nothing was what it seemed with Q, y'all should know that ;) And he killed *one guy* in the *first episode* he appeared in. Pfft...if we went by first appearances with Trek the Ferengi wouldn't have telepathic immunity :)

::blinky:: ;) Okay, the only reason Q would be considered a villian by that definition would be because he's against Picard...unless my overworked and sleep deprived brain is missing something. Q's motivations were never really to "mess" with us. That is just how we percieve it. By "messing" with us, he pushes us, like the teacher who plays devil's advocate. Now, I never watched B5, but those people were actively trying to kill and/or conquer (no matter how I spell that it looks wrong, ROFL, I need to go to bed) the main characters of the show, were they not? Q's only motive that I see is to better us, to make us think in different ways. Yeah, he probably had fun with Picard and Co. along with that, but I've always seen the jerk as a facade meant to goad the poor corporeal humans along. Q's pretty damn gentle with humanity, if you ask me. Tell me a time when Q ever actually harmed anyone and *then* I might conceed that he is a villian. Oh, and as for Q getting his powers taken away by the Continuum...wasn't that punishment for giving Riker Q powers that one time? Again, that seems to me to be more of a civil disobedience thing, breaking/bending the rules a bit for the betterment of all. But, these are just the ramblings of a very sleep deprived individual, so allow me to do the unthinkable and go to bed before 11:00 (10:00, if you take into consideration that daylight saving kicked in and my internal clock has yet to catch up).

Yanno, Q gets a really bad rap. He isn't really a villian! He's an imp, a trickster, but all in all, he's really (shocker) a good guy. Everything he does has the distinct purpose of getting humanity off its ass to make it better, even if he does it in a mean way most of the time. To challenge. Q is a teacher, not a villian, though perhaps there isn't much of a distinction there ;) However, I can pretty much guarantee that Q wasn't out to destroy humanity :angry: And I shall now put my vote in for B&B. I can't in good conscience vote for my true favorite villian (the Borg) because that tag team essentially...well...I don't think that's appropriate language for these boards ;)

No worries ^.^ I'm one of those people who believes in the flow of conversation over strict adherance to a topic ;)

1) While I agree that generally it's hard to do things one wouldn't normally do in real life, sometimes you can get into some interesting...facets of your personality through simming. I have a character on an independent sim who is a total b****, mouths off all the time, temper like you wouldn't believe (trust me, it works in this sim, though she would be booted out the nearest airlock on Excal :rolleyes: ), and I don't believe that this is in my real nature at all ^.^ But Mel is one of the coolest and easiest characters I've played. Now, my other experiment in b****iness was a dismal failure, and we shall not mention that character further. 2) This is probably one of the reasons I quit playing my Bajoran character. First year, I really didn't know what the hell I was doing, and the second and third years I'd painted myself into a corner based on the first year. Now, I'm hoping to reintroduce the character on another sim, and I think I'll do the character a greater service now that I've had some time to sit back and reassess her personality.

Return to the Diner (I) 0403.27 A Kris and Marris Log Marris stood before the door to Kris’ quarters, one hand behind her back as she reached up for the chime with the other hand. She rocked back and forth on her heels as she waited. Inside, Kris was sitting on his couch, typing on a PADD, out of uniform when he heard the chime. He called out, “Come!” wondering who that could be. Marris stepped in a bit, just enough so the doors didn’t whoosh behind her. “Hiya. Just thought I'd come by to see how you're doing.” She had a sort of concerned, pensive look on her face. “You seemed rather upset at the debrief.” Kris smiled at her. “Sorry about that. Just a case of disappointment.” He shrugged. “But I figured out where things went wrong so I'd know for the next time.” He waved to the armchair in front of him. “Have a seat!” She adopted a slightly goofy grin as she walked over to the chair and sat down. It almost looked like the thing had swallowed her up. “Well, if it's any consolation, you had me pretty well fooled at the end there until Lieutenant Smith wouldn't bleed.” "Yeah, I didn't exactly expect a surgical scalpel,” he said as Marris cringed. She hoped Briana wasn’t in too much trouble for that one. “That and damage that didn't rock the ship,” he added as he set his PADD on the coffee table between them. “So how are you?” She looked off to the side a bit and said, “I'm okay. Looking forward to helm again. Command just isn't my thing.” She smiled slightly as she picked at a loose thread on her uniform pants. “I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner?” Kris nodded. “Sure thing. Got something in mind?” Her grin grew a bit as she bobbed her head. “I've just found an old holodeck program of mine in my database and I’d much rather go there with some company.” “Sounds like fun. You ready now?” If Marris had been a bobble doll, her head might have run the risk of falling off from the nodding. “Yup! Got Holodeck Three on the base reserved and everything.” “Good. Holodecks are fun!” He grinned. “Shall we?” ______________________ Five minutes later, Kris and Marris found themselves in one of the huge, yellow-gridded holodecks on the base. Marris was under the arch, typing at buttons to retrieve her program from the Excalibur’s computers. It wasn’t long before the gold bars fizzled out to be replaced by what appeared to be the main street of a small town. Kris looked out and around at the shops lining either side of the dusty, cobble street, hovercars parked in front of them diagonally. Some people were milling about on the sidewalks, one of whom waved to Marris. She waved back. “Very nice!” he said. “Where are we?” “Well, I figured you showed me your home, I'll show you mine.” She grinned. “Welcome to Hanolan.” He looked around some more. “Very nice! Rustically modern.” He smirked. Marris stuck out her tongue at him. “We're a farming colony, we ain't fancy.” “Ever been to any of the Amish Colonies?” he asked as he directed his smirk toward her. “Umm...no...don't care to either.” She laughed a bit. “Come on, diner's this way.” Kris nodded. “Kay.” Marris led the way, heading off down the right side of the street. A few of the windows they passed were empty, others full of clothes or farming equipment, one belonging to a bookstore displaying posters advertising six-year-old titles as new releases. As Kris followed, he looked around and asked. “Did you design this program?” “Nope. A friend of mine I went to school with made it. Gave it to everyone who was leaving the colony when we graduated.” As they approached the end of the block, Kris spotted a red and white building on the corner trimmed in chrome, something straight out of an old 1950s movie. He blinked. “Man it’s been awhile since I've seen one of those...” Marris stopped before the glass door of the 50s building and opened it, motioning for Kris to head on in. “Wait until you try the shakes.” He entered, grinning, Marris following close behind. A bell on the door made a tinkling noise as it shut. The inside was a tad bit dark, most of the light streaming in through slightly dusty windows. The floor was black and white tile, as well as the ceiling. Ruby red booths lined one wall, a soda fountain on the other. A currently silent jukebox stood on the wall near the restrooms. Kris started whistling the theme to Happy Days as he looked for somewhere to sit. “Booth or bar, it's up to you,” Marris said. Kris nodded toward the soda fountain. “Bar, I think.” Marris hopped up on the nearest barstool, grinning. “I usually sit here, too.” “Man, I always loved these places.” She nodded as she looked around. “Yeah. I love the atmosphere.” “I feel like I should have greased my hair and worn a leather jacket.” He snapped his fingers a couple of times and sidled onto the stool. Marris smiled a tad bit sadly at that. “Yeah, and I should have brought my poodle skirt.” Kris laughed aloud. “Those things are a riot! I bet the holodeck could get us some!” “Eh...I'd just as soon not. I’ve got another program for that,” she said, recalling The Hop and Alex. She grinned. “After all, this is a real place right now in the middle of my home town.” “Really?” He blinked. “Wow!” She laughed. “Oh yeah. Went here after school just about every day with my brother.” Kris shook his head. “The nostalgia capabilities of the human race never cease to amaze me.” Marris winked at him as she rang a bell on the counter near the old fashioned cash register. “Hey Barney!” Kris snickered as a jolly little fat man in a white apron poked his head out from the kitchen. “Hey Marris. Usual?” the man asked. “Yeah Barney, and make it two,” she looked to Kris. “Hope you don't mind a burger with the works and a chocolate shake?” “Mind? Do I mind? If I were anyone else I'd hug you for the mere suggestion! Bring on the cheeseburgers!” Marris laughed. “Well, it'll be a few minutes.” “Oh, by the way,” he said, snickering. “Umm…sorry about that drone of mine.” That snicker just wouldn’t go away. “Would you believe it was an accident?” “I wouldn't believe that for a second,” she said as she stuck her tongue out at him again. Then she leaned back with her elbows on the bar and looked around. “God, I miss this place all over again.” Kris nodded. “Home is always hard to visit in a holodeck.” She nodded slowly. “Though my last trip home was hardly to catch up on old times and visit.” She sighed heavily as she turned around toward the bar again. “But we won't go there.” Kris dropped the smile a bit. “You okay?” Marris waved her hand. “Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just trying to...reassess a few things.” He nodded. “Alright, if you're sure.” She looked down at her hands a few moments. “I...I want to thank you Kris.” He smiled. “For what?” “For...having faith in me. I really needed that, considering…” She smiled slightly, still looking down at her hands on the bar. “Don't ever put me in command again, but...thank you for this time.” Kris grinned at her. “You did fine. But the test wasn't designed to ready you for command. It was a test of your leadership.” Marris looked sideways at him. “I follow. I don't lead.” “Riiiight...” She smirked. “Let me rephrase. I want to follow. I don't want to lead.” “Now that I believe, Lieutenant Commander.” He shrugged. “I'd never have thought I'd have command rank before, either. Well... at least not like this, where it’s permanent.” “Eh...don't get me started on ranks. I still don't think I should have gotten this damned half pip back.” Kris just made a half grin. “I still question whether I deserved a fourth.” Marris smiled as Barney brought them their burgers and retreated to the big shake machine to get them their drinks. Kris looked down at a burger that was a work of art, and medium rare, just like he liked it. As Barney started the mixer up, Marris raised her voice to be heard over the noise. “Well, you certainly seem to be doing well at it.” She always hated the mixing part, sensitive ears and all. He shrugged. “I hope so.” He looked over at the machine. “You know the funniest part about those things?” Marris cringed as metal crunched on metal before the whining came to a stop. Quieter, she asked, “What?” “There is one little piece that you can take out of it, doing no damage to the machine, and it suddenly becomes very quiet.” He snickered. “Hey Barney, you hear that! Take the dohickey out!” She laughed as Barney came back with the shakes and gave Marris a mock-angry look, Kris grinning. She got a straw from the little dispenser in front of them, stuck it in her shake and took a sip. Kris took a sip of his shake as well and sighed. “Now that is good.” Marris froze for a moment, as that was damn near exactly what he had said at The Hop...she cleared her throat. “So, how are things with Briana?” “Still strained.” He shrugged. “We're not avoiding each other, but we aren't doing anything to find each other either.” She cringed. “Sorry. Is there anything you can do?” He shook his head. “It’s been too long, really. We'd almost have to just walk in each other's shoes to really understand each other. 500 plus years will do that...not to mention death threats and sainthood.” He winced. He hadn’t meant to say that. “Umm...I think maybe I should just ignore that last part, right?” Kris sighed. “Probably. I'm not proud of that. I mean...it’s just…never mind.” “Right,” she said, but she was furiously wondering about the sainthood part, as she sort of already knew the death part. She looked over at him eating his burger. “If you need to get it off your chest, though, I'm all ears, as they say.” She winked as she took a bite of her burger. Kris laughed, and almost choked on the burger. “Mmrph,” she said, her mouth full as she handed him his shake. He took a drink. “Sorry,” he said, coughing. Marris made sure her mouth was clear before she spoke again. “You okay?” “Yeah.” “Okay. We’ll leave the saint bit for another day, hmm?” He nodded. “So how are things with Dev? Any better?” “Erm...” Marris really wasn’t overly happy about this particular change in topic, but knew that it had to come around eventually. “Things are okay, I suppose. I haven't really...talked to him yet.” Kris looked her in the eye. “You should. Soon.” Marris looked back at him like talking with Alex would be like ripping her hair out strand by strand. He shook his head. “It’s up to you, Marris. But if you just leave it, it will fester, and make it that much worse.” She looked into the depths of her almost finished and rapidly melting shake. “I think...I think I'm going to stop this...” “Do what you think you need to do. But do something.” He grinned. “And thank you for the burger and shake. It’s been some time since I've had this,” he said as he finished off the shake. Marris nodded, not looking up. “You're welcome.” He patted her shoulder. “Call if you need me.” She nodded again, still not looking up. Kris gave her one last questioning glance, then sighed. “Computer. Exit.” The arch and doors appeared, and he walked out through them, leaving Marris alone at the bar with Barney cleaning out glasses behind the corner.

Human half being devious :rolleyes:

::polishes fingernails on her lapel:: 30-odd pages, six parts. And if anyone on the Excal still has it, please send it along. It got lost in a computer transfer several years back ^.^ Oh, and one in the works for another sim that's ::checks:: up to seven pages, and not even half-way done. ::is the Queen of Super-Log logs:: P.S. Great log William :lol: Much better than anything I wrote when I was starting out :rolleyes:

::has half a mind to go find the Klingon picture...::

It's called AOL/AIM ^.^

Tuna :rolleyes:

::thwap!!:: See if I give you any more mackrel.... ::breaks out the tartar sauce:: Or we could make room another way. Here fishy fishy fishy.... :rolleyes:

LOL...oh man...when you graduate, provided there's a position, come on over to Excal. I love the way you write :rolleyes:

::schmack!:: I can be progressive if I want to be :rolleyes: After all, most Ferengi don't have hair, either. And there is the mutt factor...