Jacob_Wright

"0327 now clearing Earth orbit, cleared en-route to the Utopia Planetia ship yards. Contact inner system now. Have a good trip." " 0327, switching over, out." I look out of the window and see the blue marble called Earth, for what might be one of the last times in a long time, again. Then I look down over a few charts and figure out the headings to the Utopia Planetia Ship Yard. However, this seemed kind of pointless considering the fact I have already logged countless hours on this route, and the massive shipyards were already visible. Very faint, but still there. I perform the quick flight from Earth to Utopia Planetia with no difficulty. "Utopia Planetia, shuttle 0327 is with you. Inbound for docking." " 0327, positive contact, right turn bearing 027, and standby for docking instructions." " 0327." I look over at the dry docks, amazed at how massive they are. And how many there are. It would also seem that there are more dry docks than last time I was here. Then again, it was also a few years ago, so it would make since to have more. " Umm, Utopia Planetia, any idea which dock the Challenger is in?" " 0327, the Challenger is currently docked at dock 12. However, the area is off limits except to authorized personal." "0327, requesting flyby of dock 12. Clearance is Wright Bravo Whisky Tango" " Clearance is confirmed. Cleared to dry dock 12. Be advised, extensive worker bee activity in the area." " 0327 checks that." I turn the ship to the dry dock with the Challenger at it. Again, the dock its at if fairly obvious, one of the biggest docks, with the most activity around it. I get in close to the Challenger, however, keeping my distance to give the worker bees enough room, and then some to work. "Wow she's beautiful. Massive but beautiful. Going to be fun to patrol though. And she's going to make a nice home for the next who knows how long." I say to my self. I continue to fly down the port side of the Challenger. A few worker ships fly around me moving to different sections of the ship, and a couple security craft can be spotted a bit further out, shadowing my craft, making sure I don't do anything which would jeopardise the Challenger. After the flyby of the Challenger I go back on course and dock with the base.

Incoming transmission To: Lt. Mark Davis, CSEC UES Challenger From: Martha Price Date: October 23 2160 Hey Mark, its Martha. Just wanted to say happy birthday. Sorry that it's a bit late, and hopefully you get this relatively soon, but you know how long it takes these transmissions to send. Hopefully everything is going well up there. And, I'm guessing your interested in how everything is going with the biathlon team. Its looking like we should be in pretty good shape for the next couple years. Your track record at the training coarse has now been broken, in both the junior and adult categories. So, its looking good for the next few years4. But, as you know, its still early to make predictions about rankings. We could always use another well experienced coach though. Hope everything goes well, and keep your head up. Martha End Transmission Begin Transmission To: Martha Price, Calgary, Canada, Earth From: Lt. Mark Davis, CSEC UES Challenger Date: November 13 2160 Hey Martha. Glade to here everything is going well back on Earth. Well, hopefully my next shore leave on Earth is during the winter so I can take back those records. Then again, at least it's the young blood taking over the records, should set us up for the next few years like you were saying. But if your setting records its looking like you don't need a new coach. However, service wasn't like I was expecting it. The thought of death over your head every day ruins a lot of everything. Then when your not thinking about the possibility of dieing soon, your isolated from the rest of the civilisation. Due to this, I'm contemplating resigning after my service contract is over. So, who knows, next year I may be back next year. Good luck in the upcoming games; Mark Davis [/size] Present day ::I walk over to a console in my office and press a button to begin recording.:: "Commander, I regret to inform you that after my current service contract I will be resigning from service to continue my career in biathlon. This is due to occur in 50 days. I will stay over the current contract time to complete any given tasking from command. Thank you for every single opportunity you and Captain Giovanni have given me, and I wish the both of you, and the rest of the crew the best of luck. "Lt. Mark Davis." :: I press another button, and save the note to a data pad and begin walking to Commander DeGenza's office.:: Note: The end part of the log has nothing to do about me and STSF, and is entirely in character. I will continue aboard the USS Challenger after the change over is complete, with a new character.

Upon getting back form the mission, I proceed to the armoury and perform put away my kit. In the armoury I'm staying in a back corner avoiding contact with the MACO's after the incident with Snake. I get all of the kit put away as quickly as possible then enter my office avoiding contact with both my security personal and the MACO's. 2 Days Later After getting rest and clearing my mind of the mission, and getting rest, I began to realize that nothing could have been done about Snake. I decide to head to the mess hall and get some food. After grabbing a plate, I take a seat near the back corner, but not completely, not sure if I want anyone to come talk to me. However, the decision was out of my control when one of the few Pathfinders crew that came back on the shuttle was temporarily located. "Are you Lt. Davis" he asked and I reply with a simple nod. "Well nice fighting over on the outpost. We all owe you and teams one. Sorry about the man you lost over there." "Well, I wasn't the only one. Give the credit Kimiko and her MACO's. I was the only security member on the crew. She's the one that lost the team member. Take a seat if you want to." The crew member takes a seat. "Well, from were I was you all did a great job." "Thanks. Anything I can help you with." "Well, I was just wondering if you know what's going to happen with us. The Pathfinder crew I mean." "Well, I'm not really the person you should be asking about that. I'm pretty much left out of the loop here." I quite down a bit and preaty much mumble the next sentence under my breath. "On all accounts." Back to a normal talking volume. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you come to me?" "Just thought I would maintain the chain of command. I am, or was security on the Pathfinder, and you're the chief of security here, so I was hoping you would know something." "Well, I can make a few inquires if you want. However, I'm guessing your going to be droped off at Earth, then transferred to a new post, after being given physical and physiological screening. If you don't mind me asking, what was it like over at the outpost?" The Pathfinder's officer looks like he just saw a ghost. "No prob. To sum it up quickly, it was hell. The Romulans wouldn't believe anything we said. The lies were lies. The truth was a lie. I think they were still waiting on me. They didn't do that much to force me to say anything. Another few days and it might have been different though. But most of the crew was coming back from there sessions with the Romulans like they fought a fight to the death and they were greatly outnumbered. Again though, it was hell." "Wow sounds terrible over there. Sorry for all you had to go through. If you want, I have a few spots on my roster open for more security personal, if you want, I can talk to DeGenza and see if you can fill up one of those holes." "Sure thanks" The Pathfinder crewmember gets up and leave the mess hall, and I stay finishing my meal.

After spending the time slowly getting back to my quarters I walk over the shower, and still notice that I am still covered in soot, ash, and smoke from the fire, and decide to just wash it off with a wet cloth to prevent aggravating any of the wounds. After spending 20 minutes washing up, I press the record button and lay down on my bed. “Well, its good to be back in my own quarters, laying down on my own bed, and not having a doctor walk up to me, and do a scan in what seemed like every 10 minutes. Plus, being able to lay down in my own bed makes everything even better. I never thought that there would be anything worse than the beds in the barracks back in the first year of the academy, but I was wrong. Those triage beds were.” “As for the events leading up to the fire, everything is still foggy. I remember being on patrol, and that’s it. Everything after that is based off of second hand accounts, being told that there was an explosion, however no one has told me why. Well, either I’m not being told or know one knows. After that, the next thing I remember was being in a room, attempting to save Doug’s life when Kimiko came in. After that, were at this point. End Log”

Well, just a little aside about A9s favorate occupation helo pilots get all the credit for not doing anything THAT difficult. Us bush pilots get none of the credit, but do all the hard stuff. However, i do admit, i do think about getting a helo ratting. However, as my second favorate quote " Helicopters can't fly. They're just so ugly the earth repels them."

Favorite Non-Trek Television Show: 24 Favorite Non-Trek Movie: Top Gun Favorite Book: Dale Brown, Air Battle Force Favorite Actor: George Clooney Favorite Actress: Jessica Alba Favorite Musician: Queen Favorite Food: Steak Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Mint Chocolate chip Favorite Hero: Bob Hover Favorite Politician, Journalist, or Activist: Jon Stewart Favorite Quote: "You can be or do whatever you want prividing your are prepared to make the sacrifice or suffer the consenquences" Author unknown. That quote inspired me thoughout my entire flight training. Favorite Occupation: Bush Pilot Favorite Car: Ferrari 550 Barchetta (gotta love the speed) Favorite Vacation Spot: Belize Favorite Academic Subject: Pysics Favorite Quirky Interests: Building model aircraft and cars Who would you most like to meet: Bob Hover Incase you couldnt notice, flying is preaty much my life.

After finishing about another half hour of work on the bridge, this time with nothing to see other than the station, fatigue slowly began to catch up after not having any rest for an extended period of time, and to make the fatigue worse, the few days before joining the Challenger, very little rest was obtained, making it so that in the past 3 or 4 days, no substantial rest was obtained, if any. However, now being docked at Omega 3, with a few hours before we were scheduled to depart again, the chance was too much to pass up. I decided to go back to my quarters and get some rest for about 3 or 4 hours, then go to the mess hall and test the food aboard the Challenger. And waiting until after the mission to give the rest of security the chance to meet me. After eating, I head to my office to catch up on the ever growing pile of paperwork.

After staying on the bridge for a few hours, and coordinating the patrols, and the patrols starting to give me finishing reports, and the next group reporting in, I decide to head on down to and join with one of them. Upon arriving in the armoury, the men can be scene moving around dropping of weapons or just picking them up to go out for patrol. Most of the patrols are still in the groups, the ones coming back just finishing off any conversations they had going, or heading out to the mess hall together, the patrols just about to go out just saying hi. However, one of the groups over at the weapons locker catches my eye, because it was a group of two, not the three like I ordered. Both of the members had almost a lost look on there faces. I decided to walk over to them to find out what is going on. "I'm guessing you realize that all patrols are three right" I comment as I walk over to the. "Ya, however, with it being three man patrols, that's given our shift an odd number and putting us one man short. Not sure why the new chief wanted three this time though, does he not realize that two has always been enough." Commented the crewman standing to the left. "Well, something tells me that you didn't read through the memo about the new chief." I comment again, intentionally leaving out that I'm the chief. "What makes say that" he comments again. "Well because if you would have read it you would realize that you're talking to him." The look on both of the crewmen's faces changes to shock. "Oh ****, I'm so sorry sir. I didn't realize that you're the new chief. It's just that you're an ensign." The first crewmen commented. "Not a problem. It's my fault for not giving you guys a briefing yet. Got aboard and was put right into the thick of everything. I'm guessing your looking for a third man then for the patrol?" "Um, yes Sir, I was just about to call you, and see what you wanted us to do." Commented the other crewman. "Well, if it's alright with you, I'll take that third spot. That's assuming you don't have a third alright lined up." "No one else is lined up for this third spot. Yours if you want it sir." The second crewman commented. "Alright, just give me a few minutes to suit up." I commented as I walk over to a weapons locker. After grabbing a phase riffle, replacing my pistol, and some other miscellaneous supplies, I walk back over to the two crewmen. "OK, I'm ready to go if you are. Oh, I also don't think I caught your names." "Mitchell, James Mitchell, sir" Commented the first crewman. "Cooper, Tod Cooper sir." "Well, its good to meet the both of you, as you could probably guess, I'm Ensign Mark Davis. Now how about we get this patrol underway." The three of us then leave the armoury, and enter one of the maintenance tunnels, and begin to crawl around and head up a deck. During this time, a general conversation about random topics such as life about the challenger, and family at home on earth was always ongoing. However, after about 30 minutes, the inevitable conversation about the current mission started. "Sir, if I may ask, why exactly do we need three man patrols. I have never scene them, even during red alerts. And I'm guessing you wouldn't be doing them, unless you were really afraid of the threat." Crewman Cooper started to inquire. I look over at Cooper, fearing that question would be asked, and trying to think about the best way to answer everything. And without knowing how much is allowed to leave the bridge, or station, became a very difficult question to answer, while still respecting my men's right for information when they're going to be on the front lines. "Well, as I'm guessing you're aware, an unarmed civilian ship was destroyed in this sector, and we have reason to believe that it was due to an attack. Attackers unknown. So far, the only person recovered was a little girl. No one else has been found alive." "THEY WHAT." Cooper shouted out. "Who the **** could even attempt to have such cowardly tactics." "We currently don't know who, or if an attack took place." I commented back. "Understood sir, however theses ships just don't blow up for no reason" Cooper commented again. "Assuming it was an attack, which is the only thing which makes sense to me sir, will we get the opportunity to get revenge on those ********?" "Well, I don't know, however, personally I want to, assuming it was an attack. And I agree attacking an unarmed ship is a cowardly tactic. But at the same time, I don't want to be telling anyone's family that they were killed because they wanted to get revenge, so please keep emotions out of it, and remember your training if we get into a fire fight. However, for now, let's just worry about the current issue at hand. Were not going to be able to get revenge if were to busy talking about it, and miss them." I reply, trying to put an end to the conversation. "Agreed sir." Both Cooper and Mitchell reply.

Well im not sure if you noticed Gio, but the log isnt of the entire sim, and its in just one great big long line making it realy hard to read, never mind skim over.

Well, ill see if I can borrow a plane for that week from work. (thats the cheap way) Prob wont know untill a few months out though.

well, since my other one got erased, heres a new one: ummm sir, are these things pressure sensitive.

Hey, dont shoot the messenger, I just got that from my works ops room, and that was probily taken from the internet. Plus, for pilots, they SHOULD know what "trim nose up" means. If you dont understand how it works, trim is controlled by a wheel, or lever or some form of switch in the cockpit, which moves a tab on the elevators. However, im not going to get into a debate over proper wording of setting trim.

Well, it was close between Will and Grom, however, I have to give it to Will Marxs because its true, and funny. Just as a general info about the pic, heres what is above it: ENGINE RESTART (IN THE AIR) - Remove seat belt - Open door - Trim nose up (for you non pilots, this means the elevators are set so that the nose is facing up) - Climb out on right main gear - Prop engine

I enter my quarters after the meeting with Captain Patterson, and spending about 20 minutes looking around the ship. I begin putting things away; a few pictures and trophies was all that I could bring with me due to space limits. After getting everything put away nicely, I walk over to a small control panel, and press a button. "Begin log. I have only been on the Challenger now for a few hours, however, the few hours have been some of the most painstaking I have had since 4th year academy finals. Well, it did have a good start, both Captain Giovanni, and Commander DeGenza, and the MACO commander, 2LT Kimiko seem like a good shipmates. But that's the best part of the day, so far." "When meeting the staff, I completely forgot that the Challenger contained a MACO contingent, making me look like an idiot infront of Kimiko. But, I can deal with that. Only about 10 minutes latter, I found out all of the logistics of this mission, finding a missing ship. This is the part that's made my day terrible. Now, the true nature of life out in space is taking shape, and how brutal it is. We can be blown up by the nebula, or whatever crippled the pathfinder, blown up by enemy's in combat, or shot in person on an away mission. And probably a few things I still haven't thought about. I know in the academy they inform you of these, but the true reality never kicked in, until I am out on the front lines like I am now, not in a office shuffling papers and pouring coffee for an admiral were the biggest threat is burn or paper cut. But I have no intentions of dieing on this mission, and I am guessing the crew has the same belief. End log." I press another button on the panel again, stopping the recording. Then I walk over to bed with some more general readings in hand.

Well, heres a picture that i stole from work.

Sorry, this bike has 1.2 cheetah power, now whos the fastest animal on earth.

Im guessing thats were the Challanger comes in. Are we starting at a starbase, were ill bored, or do i get aboard from another ship. Edit, looks like I should have waited a day to see parts 3 and 4. Im guessing I will be getting on board when the challanger gets to Omega 3.

Note: The beginning of this log takes place at the Biathlon world championships in 2150. The time will then jump to present day at the end. I will include a note at the point were the time jumps. “We are just receiving the reports shooting time penalties. Probably the biggest supposed is the rookie to the world championships, Mark Davis. Today he has only missed one target and is on the finishing straight in third place.” The announcer broadcasts to the audience. “We only have 100m left, with a short downhill with turn to the right. From what I can tell, Mark’s best idea here would be change lanes before the downhill and stay behind, passing after. And it would appear that is going to be his course of action, Mark is just stepping out of his lane now, and, wait, it would appear in the process of changing lanes he fell. This will pretty much make it impossible for him to come in 2nd now, and with the other catching up, he needs to get up fast if he would like to finish in the top five. But it would look like he is doing the opposite. It would appear he is clearing the lane and making his way off of the track. Whatever happened to him can not be good, and we will keep you apprised to updates of any injuries as we get information.” Note: the following takes place about a week before the Challengers events with the Lycrians. I am currently on a leave coaching biathlon at Fairmount Canada. “Alright, from what I can see, your skiing isn’t going to hold you back, your fast enough to keep up with the best. However, your shooting is off though, and even if you’re the fastest, 20 penalty laps will kill you,” I comment to my student, Brian Parker. “Lets go down to the range, and bring about 40 shots for now.” Together we made our way down to the range. Brian started firing at the targets, with me watching and reporting the results. After the first 10 shots, I give some feedback “Well, your horizontally on target, but vertically off, slightly low the majority of the time. What I am guessing is happening is that your aiming at the target, not above taking the drop of the round into consideration. When you look through the sight, you see five lines up, down, left and right. Each line is called a mil. What I normally recommended is put the center of the target on the first mil down, and aim about ¼ of a mil into the wind. This will normally put the round right on the center of the target. Give it shot, and the pun was intended.” As Brian fires down range the accuracy of the rounds was greatly improved. Only 4 shots of the next 15 were missed. “Well, that was a large improvement. Assuming you can do that in compition you should be able to finish in the top 10. The only thing you need to work on is transition from target to target. Your time between shots will play a key factor as well. However that is more of a skill learned through experience. The only help I can give you with that is that the target is bigger than it looks through the scope. You still need to take into account gravity in your shots, but the exact position of the target on the sight doesn’t need to be exactly at the one mil or the ¼ mil. For the last five shots, take them as fast as possible.” This time Brian’s shots came at a faster rate, only about 7 seconds between shots, with a half decent accuracy, only missing 2 shots of the 5. “Alright, that was better. Could still be faster. One more hint, don’t watch the bullet. After you fire it, you cant change what’s going to happen, so ignore the result and go straight to the next target. This should save you about 2 more seconds between shots. However were out of rounds, so let’s head back.” After getting back to the clubhouse, a receptionist informs me that Starfleet left a message, and giving me a way to contact them. After returning the call, I was informed about my duty as security at Starfleet HQ ending, and now being transferred to the UES Challenger NX-05 when my current leave ends.

Name: Mark Davis Race: Human Gender: Male Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Height: 1.72 Meters Weight: 79.9 Kg Place of Birth: Calgary, Canada Date of Birth: 15 October 2129 Marital Status: Single SERVICE INFORMATION Current Rank: Ensign Position: Chief of Security, NX-05 Challenger Years in Service: 1 CAREER SUMMARY 2156: Graduated from the academy 2156: Posted as security Starfleet headquarters, San Francisco 2157: Transferred to NX-05 Challanger Medical Information Allergies: None Blood Type: A+ Build Type: Muscular Permanent Injuries or scars: Occasional pain due to improperly healed sprained ankle Physical and Mental Condition: Good Additional Comments: Current health status is good, however in the future, the left ankle may require surgery if multiple serious injuries are sustained. Mental health is excellent. Last Physical: 24 November, 2156, Starfleet Medical, San Francisco PERSONAL HISTORY Born in Calgary Canada to an average family, Mark Davis was raised performing in winter sports. At the age of 7, he was cross country skiing, and beginning to play hockey. At the age of 12, he gave up hockey, in pursuit of developing and furthering his abilities in cross country skiing. Upon joining junior team, he was rated as the 10th fastest in Western Canada at the age of 14. In a practice trip to try out biathlon, is when Mark Davis learned his favourite sport. He finished first out of the members of his team, due to shooting accuracy. This convinced him to practice at the range extensively during the summer, and then join biathlon that winter. Over the next 2 years, and by the time he was the Canadian Junior Biathlon team. The next year, he finished 3rd in the world championships, 2nd out of the Canadians. The next year he was invited to join the adult national team. During his first year in the national team, he failed to qualify for the world championships, however, this proved to further his dedication to improve, and the next year, finished in 6th place at the nationals. At the age of 21, he was ranked as the 2nd fastest in Canada. However, in the 2150 world championships is when he sustained his ankle injury. Attempting to change lane, he was blocked off and fell, spraining his ankle, ending his 3rd place race, and career. For the next two years he attempted to coach however ended up not enjoying the coaching side. Due to this, and believing he was too old to attempt to obtain a career in another field, he joined the academy. Academy Report GPA: 2.95 Specialty: Security Weapon specialty: Sniper Secondary weapon: Close quarters rifle Secondary training: Helm Mark Davis has a very talented individual when it comes to shooting, and had the best shot in his class. However his grades were about average for his class. Mark also posses a strong ability in piloting. Hobbies To this day, Mark Davis still enjoys going and doing cross country skiing, and biathlon, however not at a completive level. He still also enjoys playing hockey, however again not at a completive level. Other hobbies include reading, and hiking.