Kansas

Finally checked it out via On Demand. It truly was a cute and well done episode, and it was awesome. When the coroners assistant started ripping the McCoy one liners, I was in heaven. But, I went on a giggling jag when Ron Moore stood up in the camera frame at the con and yelled "You s*ck!" at the producer guy. That was so appropriate for him to start the complaints because the "Astro Quest Redux" was totally the Battlestar Galactica redux that he himself did! Nice tie in! And the fantasy sequences were great with the fake toupee. And when that girl stated yelling at the nerd guys that "this isn't real! we aren't really on a ship!" the one dude all recoiled in shock and horror. So much good stuff involved, and yet they still had a pretty good storyline integrating it all! I found the Afghan tour of duty soldier turned bartender with the facial scarring rather interesting as well, what with him using the scars to dress up in costume as he did.

Note: this log directly follows the events from the 04.22.09 Agincourt sim. 04.25.09 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 “Dear Buddha, Bring Me A Pony” “Dear Buddha, please bring me a pony and a plastic rocket.”~Captain Malcolm Reynolds, Serenity Commander, Serenity (2005) The first wave of the disaster response teams from the Agincourt went about their business on the surface of the planet Avaros. The security, marine and medical teams were busy setting up triage tents, equipment tents, and personnel tents within the confines of the huge parking lot, while the ships executive officer Commander Kansas “Will” JoNs, senior NCO Master Chief Petty Officer Keltex, and NCO medic Master Tactical Sergeant Michael “X-Ray” Boone, and a few others went about setting up the remote ground based command center. The remote command relay area was to be located in the eight story corporate office building that was the central fixture of the main parking lot as well as the other office buildings and warehouses that made up the corporate park. The ground floor suite that signaled the entry way lobby and main office area of the building had been earmarked by JoNs as the most likely area to set up shop, and the work was moving forward inside the building almost as fast as the teams were moving outside. And though the building was deserted, obviously, when the inhabitants had evacuated when the warning had gone out over the emergency broadcast system about the roiling quakes, the interior of the office building was in remarkably good shape, albeit a bit messy with printout papers or data Padds strewn about as the workers had disbanded. The golden furred feline Ex Oh was currently located in the main lobby, keeping an eye on her internal work team as well as the external teams in the parking area through the large clear plasti-glass window that made up two thirds of the reception area. Flimsy printouts, chart graphs, and data Padds were strewn all about the coffee tables and overstuffed chairs and couches as she reviewed the latest tectonic scans from the ships science geeks. She picked up a particular Padd and used the flat devices flush mounted control panel wheel to scroll through the latest series of scans, her big paws looking out of place on the smaller device. Master Chief Petty Officer Keltex worked at the large reception desk, located just past the lobby area, setting up some monitoring and communications equipment. The corporate park was located in a relatively stable area set a few miles from the main city of the colony world, and had escaped the worst of the rolling earthquakes that were shaking, rattling, and rolling across the world. The onsite tricorder scans performed by her ground teams had confirmed that the structure and foundation of the building were secure as well. Sure, with the way things were rolling, literally, on this planet, that relative bubble of safety could change at any time – the building could be hit and collapse, or a huge lava fissure could open up in the middle of the parking log. Or the main city could suddenly go boom and puff out of existence if the planet blew itself apart. Whoa, happy thoughts there girl. Positive thoughts. Sciences was working on the issues. Odile and her geeks would find out what was going on with the geologic indigestion that seemed to be nailing the gastro intestinal track of Avaros. As long as the planet didn’t break wind or something and blow them all into space, things were good. Kansas drew her attention away from the data Padd she held to visually track the officers and crew running to and fro across the outdoor parking area as they got the disaster response site up and running. She spotted CSEC Caine out there along with Doctor Socom and a dozen other departmental command and line officers such as Lieutenant Messner as they got their teams and deployment assignments up to snuff. Her initial orders to employ the ground floor of the office building had met with some concern from the various ranking senior officers that had flown down with the first wave of squads, and that was understandable. But, there was a difference and a fine line between concern and outright defiance; if one on site senior officer who represented the marine contingent didn’t quit questioning the feline’s orders, the gastro excrement could still impact with the rotary oscillating device. And at that thought, her gaze wandered to latch onto one Marine Captain Owen “Buddha” Matthews as he spoke to the squad leader of the marine Alpha platoon, no doubt relaying her orders to his soldiers stay behind and assist the security squads with protecting the Agincourt’s command and triage site. In the time that JoNs had served with him, Owen Matthews had been a passionate and capable soldier and officer, eager to do his job and determined to see an operation through to the end, a trusted squad commander who brought his people back from a skirmish or mission alive. However, he was often mouthy for lack of a better term, bulldogging his way through a conversation as he tried to convey his own tactical approach or solution to a particular problem or situation. There was a point where concern over the situation went combative, and Matthews had a habit of taking that predilection to an extreme, so sure in his convictions that he was. The last such encounter that JoNs had had with the marine captain, during the emergency clean up scramble just after the terror attack aimed at the ‘Court Sciences department, had been one such incident. The passion and desire of his soldier calling had caused him to go full bore and go dangerously close to insubordination. To be fair, Matthews had lost family during the Soltan attack on Earth, and that hurt would take a while, if ever, for him to overcome; it was no wonder the man was determined when it came to any sort of rescue or response work, but if his losses dictated his every move and emotion from here on out, that could be problematic out in the field. Oh, who the hell was she kidding with the overanalization of the situation? Since taking on her senior command posting as the ‘Courts Ex Oh, she had butted heads with the marine captain once already. It would probably happen again; Matthews seemed to push the Cait feline more so then he ever pushed either Colonel Harper or Lt. Colonel Day. JoNs was one of the few younger - under thirty five - senior command officers serving in the ‘Fleet, and she had come up through the security ranks, so perhaps it was a knee jerk reaction for the ground pounder marine to question her orders and authority and such. Yet, JoNs had been practically adopted by the marine contingent of the ship, and she and Matthews were close enough to the same age so that the age and security factors were effectively canceled out as reasons for Owen taking her on. The two of them had come up through the ranks together; they had been shoulder to shoulder on any number of operations, equals on the battlefield. But now, JoNs found herself Matthews superior. That could be a hard situation to adjust to, on both sides. Kansas had already seen the brewing signs of the man’s discontentment prior to the team launching from the shuttle bay and just after making planet fall, mainly manifesting in the looks he kept winging towards her, or the slouched body posture that he wore while leaning against the shuttle prior to launch for instance. To be fair, JoNs was not all knowing and all seeing, but she had been trained to read body language … and Owen’s body language was not thrilled with her or her decisions right now. He was working himself up to questioning her again, she was sure of it. The Caitian feline didn’t want a repeat of the first blow out they had had a few weeks back. He had taken her on during that rescue operation response below decks when the Sciences section had been hit by a terror attack …. He had wanted to go into the section prior to the air recyclers clearing out the area, and JoNs had ordered all teams to maintain position until the protocol programs had run their course so poisons floating in the air could be cleared out through the vent shafts. That encounter went down during a field op. Now, Kansas found herself in almost the exact situation again, during another field operation … what if he questioned her orders during a firefight? What should she do if he crowded her again? How would the Ex Oh react? How would she need to react? “ … oNs.” Order him off site and back to the ship to co-ordinate with his teams via the wireless uplink and tracking systems? That wouldn’t look good considering he was the ranking on site officer after JoNs. Sneak up on him, punch him out and hide the body? Like, she could probably beam him back to his quarters or something until he regained consciousness. Whoa whoa! Seditious thoughts may be fun but they have absolutely no place in this universe. “Will.” Write him up? Granted, that wasn’t so much a deterrent as a slap in the face to the receiving party, and either the written warning worked out very well or fizzled and died. “Commander Kitten … “ Dangit – there he goes again. Matthews, from his vantage point out in the parking log had looked over at the leonine Cait as she looked out at him through the large lobby picture window, and his expression was caught somewhere between pissed off and down to business serious. He then turned back to the crewman he had been addressing. Seriously, the officer candidate classes do not cover this sort of thing back at the academy. At all. Kansas was so intent on her inner thoughts, as well as Matthews off in the distance, that her lack of attention to her immediate surroundings had failed to register that Master Chief Keltex had been calling her name; the Klingon NCO now employed Plan A - shock therapy. “Commander JoNs. Oh you sexy feline you … I want you take me now and take me hard.” MCapt. Matthews was a good soldier, a good officer. How in the hell was she supposed to balance discipline, the chain of command, and being a fellow comrade officer if she needed to dress him down again … Harper had done it plenty of times with the Cait officer when she had stepped out of line, why wasn’t it coming easy for JoNs to reverse employ the methods? Very well then. Keltex would employ Plan B - incoming object. A wadded up printout flimsy flew on a precise trajectory at Kansas, impacting squarely with the side of her head. Totally jarred from her private thoughts, she processed the fact that something had just whacked her, and whirled around to be greeted by the sight of said paper flimsy winger – MCPO Keltex. The big, silver haired enlisted Klingon had been working to access and upgrade the working computer system contained at the front reception desk, and had uplinked wirelessly to the various open ports that had allowed access to the Agincourt’s on board computer systems and sensors. Seriously, lobbing a wadded up piece of paper at the head of a command officer was total grounds for a command level unleash of boo yah disciplinary tongue lashing. But, this was Keltex, and even though he could be slightly off kilter at times, he also employed an important quality in all of his dealings with his fellow officers, command level, enlisted, and crewmen alike – respect. He had become somewhat of a mentor to her, and JoNs knew that he had respect for her as well as her authority, as she did for him and his rank of master chief. With Matthews, even though the Caitian Ex Oh respected his role as a senior soldier … she wasn’t too sure of that reciprocated respect factor towards her or her methods as of yet. JoNs huffed out through her nose and smirked as she walked over towards the desk area. “Sorry Master Chief. I went a million miles away there.” “No worries Commander. I have completed our wireless uplinks. The latest updates have been received from sciences, and we also have a link established with the local rescue authorities, and our perimeter teams are starting to coordinate with them as well.” Kansas had zoomed over to the desk quickly to check out the work of the elder enlisted officer, pushing the one personnel issue to the back of her mind, for now, so she could effectively deal with the hundred or so more incidents and updates that kept popping up. Her keen green eyes took in the various computer monitors and security monitors that had been set up in one quick look, and her mind was off and running with about a dozen tactical co-ordinations that needed to be relayed and implemented. “Okay … let’s have Katt and her team link up with that one police squad over in the northern area of the city. Contact the bridge and let the Colonel know how we are progressing down here. I’ll let Lieutenant Caine and Marine Captain Matthews know that the perimeter squads need to … “

Mission Information: TBS: One Hour. The Agincourt has arrived at the colony planet Avaros, where things are rattling and rolling. Several regions are experiencing earthquakes, with both cities, suburbs, and farmlands affected. Response teams from the 'Court are mobilizing, as Sciences tries to figure out a pattern/reason with the disturbances. CourtChatLog04.22.09.txt

04.22.09 Agincourt Mission Update: TBS: 4 Hours - The Security, Marines, and Medical disaster response teams make planetfall with a Shuttle and Runabout convoy. They set up camp in a large business complex, in a parking lot that has escaped relative damage. The main office building will be used as a command center, with triage tents set up outside. - It has been suggested by chief of sciences Condacin that the tectonic turmoil on the colony planet might be caused by the inhabitants in some way; research gone awry? She also points out that the planet had a history of geologic activity. Reps of the science team will be heading down as well to further investigate.

I have not watched the show yet (at the time of the original run, it was the Thurs. Acad), but regular updates on the action were being called out to me by a Parental Unit. My favorite update was this: one of the CSI team was sent out to question some suspects/witnesses/informants. The CSI person had to place thier hand on some sort of device outside the door in order to be allowed access to the bedroom, the bedroom was completely decorated in sci fi, and the two guys/nerds were of course playing video games. To quote my Mother: "You know, that's not nice. Trek fans are always shown as weird." Yes. Yes *those* people are. :-P

Explain Twitter to me? I've been hearing quite a few peeps speak of it, and I gather that you can send updates out to your online active buds throughout the day to let them know what you are doing minute to minute. Or, is it more of a networking thing, what with business types setting up meetings and such? Minute to Minute: - I'm driving to work/school now. - I'm in the bathroom now. (TMI, TMI, mental image must be...erased) - I'm going to pick up the kids now from practice Business: - The meeting is set for Day at Time. Tom, Dick and Harry will be joining us. I don't want people to know my whereabouts twenty four seven, like in a constant stream. It just seems like high maintenance? There's something to be said for anonymity and just going about your daily business. Or even just using the cell to call and let someone know "Hey, I'll be late so don't worry". The business connections/updates I can see as the more viable option. "Where You At?" to quote the Boost Mobile commercials.

MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur enters the safety of Nakkon Prime. Corizon is brooding, stowaways be all about. ExcalChatLog04.19.09.txt

Note: this log takes place about forty five minutes into the one hour TBS. 04.20.09 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 "Watch the Tail" The Agincourt had arrived at the colony of Avaros less then one hour ago to offload replacement troops for the Starfleet outpost station contained on the planet. The main shuttle hanger of the Agincourt was a pell mell maelstrom of activity as the various response teams slated for the away team roster were prepping to be deployed planet side to offer assistance. The cities and regions of the colony were experiencing massive quakes roiling across certain sections of the planet, and the local planetary based militia/police, and the planet based Starfleet officers had put a call out for assistance from the big exploratory warship. There were ‘Court security guards mobilizing, marine disaster response teams, medical teams on standby, shuttle pilots, cargo crews getting supplies ready to be shipped out, and various enlisted and commissioned officers running to and fro across the bay in an effort to get the first tier of the rescue deployment kick started. The area was in a constant state of controlled turmoil, but underlying that turmoil was a palpable scent of professionalism as the officers and crew all worked together to achieve the mobilization. Master Chief Petty Officer Keltex was of course in the thick of things: the Klingon was the ships most senior enlisted officer, across all the departments, and had been involved in the coordination efforts for quite a few disaster mobilizations in his service time. And Commander Kansas JoNs found herself zooming about the hanger bay as well, double checking with the various teams as they geared up and keeping a running commentary as she reported on the readiness situation to the main control center of the ship – the bridge, as well as the ships commanding officer, Colonel C.E. Harper. JoNs would most likely head planet side as well with one of the response teams as a representative of the command team. The Cait feline had changed uniforms, eschewing the standard ‘Fleeter trouser and tunic jacket attire for a set of marine issue urban BDU fatigues. The simple fact was, that the BDU’s had way more pockets for a Padd, a small medical kit and any equipment of that sort, and if the ships Ex Oh was going to be mucking about a planet that was in the throes of destruction, then she might as well be as comfortable as possible and have some measure of protection from the more rugged Marine combat uniform. It was official – she had gone native. Not only was the office of the ships Exec located in marine country (since the position originally was to belong to the senior shark on board), but she had received extra training as a Marine. So, she had started out as a junior security officer, come up through the ranks to become the executive officer, and somewhere during all that had gone from barnacle guard to an adopted shark marine complete with a bona fide jarhead call sign. Prepare to be hoo rah assimilated, resistance is futile? Either that or the feline second in command was having an identity crises, and that was entirely quite possible. Whatever will be, will be, and Kansas was content to accept what was. Of course, JoNs was in all four paws mode, but as she zoomed by Keltex’s position, the big Klingon warrior reached out and easily grabbed at her fluffy tail as the appendage whooshed by him. The abrupt jolt to her forward momentum caused the feline Cait to make a half yowl of surprise, but she kept the exclamation relatively contained and the sound did not carry across the shuttle bay. Like the feline, he too wore a silver toned communications device in his ear that glowed with a steady orange hue, with the small protruding microphone that easily picked up his voice patterns. He easily maintained his hand hold on her tail while speaking into the wireless device. Kansas stayed on her four paws and moved a bit left and right, as if trying to shake the offending hand. When that method didn’t work, the feline officer then repositioned and twisted her upper body to an angle so that she was able to gently clamp her muzzle around his big hand. She was careful not to puncture his skin with her fangs, but the gesture more then conveyed the fact that the feline was not happy with his actions on her person. This was of course the Master Chief, and since he had long been acquainted with her general personality and species quirks, Kansas knew that he wouldn’t get all freaked out by the mouth clamp. Keltex was now "convinced" to release her tail, and once released from his grip Kansas did stay put, but the annoyed ears back look that she winged at the elder Klingon enlisted officer was one of pure consternation. The golden furred Cait stood upright on her hind paws and crossed her arms over her chest, maintaining the mild glower that was directed at the non commissioned officer. She waited – not as if she had a choice – while he finished the conversation with the crewperson on the other end of the wireless signal, and from the one sided exchange Kansas surmised that the enlisted officer was coordinating with the operations officer currently on duty. “…. Excellent Lieutenant Xing, thank you for keeping me apprised. I’ll inform Lieutenant Caine and Marine Captain Matthews that the enlisted and commissioned teams do have the flight clearance for the eventual launch of the assistance vehicles. Keltex out.” The enlisted officer then turned his attention to the smaller and shorter feline. “Ah yes, Commander Kitten I would speak with you.” His steel gray eyes twinkled with an inner light that was hard to quash in both the best and worst of situations. “I gathered that. You know Master Chief Keltex, generally I get a bit annoyed when my tail is abused and generally man handled.” He merely regarded his younger commissioned officer counterpart with a smile “But it is so convenient to grab said appendage to get your attention Commander.” A purred huff of annoyance. “And you’d do the same to the Colonel?” “Of course I would not do the same to Colonel Harper, don’t be silly. She has no tail, so I’d merely grab her uniform collar to stop her forward momentum.” And the man was serious. “I merely wanted to tell you Commander Kitten to watch yourself and be careful during our disaster relief efforts, and wished to do so face to face rather then using these infernal devices.” The Master Chief, though a fierce and honorable warrior both on and off the battlefield and a more then competent master chief one hundred times over, could be a huge softie, and due to that mere simple factoid Kansas was able to relax her consternation over the whole matter. If the craggy headed Klingon non com was concerned about you, then that was indeed a huge compliment, and not to be taken lightly. She flashed am answering smile at the big and stocky Klingon, and then spoke to him. “I might say the same thing to you if you are in the deployment rotational Master Chief?” The older, silver haired Klingon officer planted his big hands on his hips and drew himself up to his full height of six foot two. His long sleeve golden security tunic jacket caught the lighting of the shuttle bay, as did the metal baldric sash that he wore across his chest that represented the family House that he belonged to. He had a phaser rifle strapped across his back, and a Klingon dagger fastened to his utility belt – the weapons were for protection, but he was well versed in the use of both weapons if it came down to the need to employ them. His black uniform trousers and boots completed the picture of a career security officer of forty plus years. He was not a being you would want to willingly mess with if his ire was up, no indeed. “Of course I will be along for the ride, where else would I be Commander Kitten? It is my job. We enlisted officer have been tasked with protecting you commissioned officers for centuries now, and someone has to make sure that you and the other field leaders, Captain Matthews and our new security chief, Lieutenant Caine, all come back in one piece. You youngsters make me nervous at times, so someone must keep those young pups and you young cat all in line.” And the man was serious.

04.19.09 Excalibur Mission Update: TBS: Day and a Half - The SS Excal is currently still heading towards the sector of space targeted by Captain Corizon, that contains the somewhat hidden and unknown (translation: its important) Imperial starbase commanded by an "old friend". - Captain Corizon and Commander Left Ear JoNs seem to have come to a mutual understanding for right now. - Commander Laarell has been dispatched on a shuttle as further "bait" to draw out the intended base administrator. - The Engineering officers discuss plotting as well as repairs to keep the big warship running. - A Terran spy (Maria Zier) is revealed to be on the Medical staff, courtesy of stowaway Maryse. - Kallah, a ten year old girl of unknown origin, is questioned by CMO Rue. - Otherwise, we have wheeling, dealing, stowaways, and general pirate-y shenanigans and games afoot. Woo!

Okay, life imitates art, although I'm not sure I consider "Snakes on a Plane" with Samuel L. Jackson art exactly. Seriously? Not found? Fumigated and then put back into service? Hell no - I'd remove that plan from the flight roster for a few good weeks, just in case. ::Granny Smith, in her assigned seat, Boom, grown Python drops down. Massive Lawsuit:: And, to my fellow Agincourt-ers, see? I'm not the only one who causes havoc in Australia! Woo!

= = 04.15.09 Thursday Academy = = = = MISSION INFORMATION = = Nova Squadron was an elite flight team at Starfleet Academy. Each cadet flew a single-pilot spacecraft performing various formations and maneuvers as a demonstation of flight prowess and ability. (copyright Memory Alpha) = = MISSION BRIEFING = = The USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner Class) is on training manuevers in the Alpha Sector, and the Greenleaf Nova cadets are piloting a Valkyrie, a single pilot spacecraft. Their mission is to fly patrol manuevers along the outer colony planets. = = ROSTER = = Game Master - - STSF Kansas Game Master - - Chirakis Command: Commanding Officer <CO> - - STSF Kansas Executive Officer <XO> - - Chirakis Villian Guy <VG> - - NDak Nova Squadron: Pilot 1: Random Pilot 2: Sam Pilot 3: Wade == END ROSTER == ThursAcadChat04.16.09.txt

Mission Information: The Agincourt has arrived at the intended colony planet; we pick up with tonights sim as the rambunctious Marine replacement troops start to offload to embark on their new assignment. CourtChatLog04.15.09.txt

I'm still okay with Tranquility, but in deference to the second largest cult fan following in Sci Fi history - that node should be called Serenity.

04.15.09 Agincourt Mission Update: TBS: One Hour - The Agincourt arrived at the colony planet and offloaded the rambunctious squads of raw Marine recruits intended as replacment troops for the planet. - Unfortunately, the planet also had plans of its own: massive earthquakes began to roil across the regions. Local planetary response teams mobilize, but the quakes continue to ramp up all over the sections of the planet. - Can the Sciences department of the 'Court figure out whats causing the tectonic turmoil? - Medical, Marines, and Security were all placed on alert relief standby.

Well, Tranquility is close enough to Serenity for me; I can handle that. I'm just thrilled that PITA boy's name wasn't used for the node. Colbert? For the exercise treadmill? Appropriate: he gave NASA a run, so let the astronauts have a run on him.

Head to your Control Panel/My Controls on the upper right area of your board screen. Then click on the "Change Email" option set along the left column of the personal moderation choices. Do your thing and boom - new email.

Mission Brief: The Pirate ship Excalibur nears the Otara Cluster where they're preparing for a dangerous, and therefor profitable adventure. The Orion is going to be the bate for an old enemy of the Captain's who runs a secret base hidden in the Comal system. SSExcalChatLog04.12.09.txt

04.12.09 Excalibur Mission Update: TBS: 12 Hours, we arrive in the uninhabited Nakkon Prime system. Our target remains the secret base and various Viral "goodies" that are stored there. - The Pirate ship Excalibur continues heading towards the Otara Cluster. - Commander Teykier will be the bait to lure out an old enemy of the Captain's; this mysterious old “friend” runs the secret base hidden in the Comal system within the area of the Cluster. - Corizon orders an attack on a cargo vessel to sweeten the reputation, let the sector know that the big bad pirate rebels have arrived, and generally cover the Excals approach to this secret target base. The freighter had some surprises in the form of advanced defensive weaponry, and gave the pirate ship and crew a run for their money. - Another stowaway (Maryse) was phasered and detained by the Security forces, but young Kallah has escaped. - The command team has a bit of a spat on the bridge regarding the attack on the cargo ship; Left Ear did not totally agree with Corizons methods. - The Medical department dealt with some incoming injuries due to the battle with the cargo vessel.

- New list, format revamp. - Those NPC's who belong to a certain player have been labeled with that players name. - All other NPC's are primarily for Sim Chat/Log support, or have been KIA for various campaign missions. G'Day. - This list will continue to change and be upgraded by the current SEC department and their NPC's.

= = 04.09.09 Thursday Academy = = = = MISSION BRIEF = = The cadets of the USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner class) are engaging in routine patrol manuevers within the Alpha Quadrant, on the main colony border. The Runabout DeForest Kelley has been launched, and the cadets are familiarizing themselves with the craft while on the Danube class shuttle. = = ROSTER = = Game Master - - STSF Kansas Game Master - - Shadow Command: Commanding Officer <CO> - - STSF Kansas Executive Officer <XO> - - Shadow Bridge: Helm <HELM> - - Wade Knight Operations <OPS> - - simmer Tactical <TAC> - - Samantha Kent Medical Chief Medical Officer <CMO> - - Random Perfect Science Chief Science Officer <CSCI> - - Lisanna Engineering Chief Engineering Officer <CENG> - - knlwtchr == END ROSTER == ThursAcadLog04.09.09.txt

Mission briefing: The Agincourt has picked up a large complement of Marines to reinforce border worlds and endangered colonies. As well, we have taken on board some replacement crew. We are now proceeding to the colonies to drop off the Marines before the ship bursts at the seams CourtChatLog04.08.09.txt

The win goes to Sam Kent for the Cooper/Martin blurble, because well, once I compared photos of the actors, she's right! Runner up is Sumo for the DiNozzo boat/NCIS reference (actually, I'm pretty sure Tony would never be that stupid. We can hope).

04.08.09 Agincourt Mission Update: TBS: 24 Hours - We have some junior leatherneck troops on board the ‘Court being transported to the outer colonies and outposts; they are green privates and are full of juice (insert foreshadowing here). - Our new Chief of Security C.T. Caine and new Tactical/Assistant Security Officer Paul Messner reported to Exec Officer JoNs at her office on Deck 14 (NNC/Marine Command Central) - Said foreshadowed brawl breaks out in the main lounge of the NNC; JoNs grabs the two new SEC officers and the three attempt to detain the matter. Karrigan, attempting to perform some repairs in the area, got nailed during the fight. - JoNs was knocked out cold; she led with her snoot. She mistook Marine Captain Owen Matthews for Left Ear JoNs and babbled something about not knowing what happened to Lefty’s hover cycle … I’m sure there is an as yet unwritten story floating about my subconscious regarding this incident. - Resident Energy Being Shadow attempted to render assistance during the brawl, and Caine and Messner jumped in as well. Tay, in the general area of chaos, and being the ever resourceful Resident Bat, zoomed up to the deck tiles of the ceiling and hung around to safely observe out of harms way. - Officers Condacin, Julio, and Murray manned the bridge, and TLak puttered around with various engineering duties. Truly, the bridge was the safest place on the ship during the sim. - Commanding Officer Colonel Harper had been on rounds visiting the medical bay and speaking with Doctor Socom. Once being informed of said brawl, she bolted to the lounge and proceeded to let loose with some Hoo Rah Hammerfall on the excitable junior Marines.

Oh that's pretty cool! And the eggs are due to hatch very soon? I recall something like this was done in NY with a falcon roosting on one of the buildings or some such? The Kitteh'll havta watch the boidies.

Note: This Mini Plot Log is set during our One Week TBS, and involves some pickup replacement troops (mostly Marine) that the Agincourt will be transporting to the outer colonies for this Wednesdays (04.08.09) sim plot. 04.07.09 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 “Marine Country” It was about midway through the first shift cycle and Commander Kansas “Will” JoNs had just completed a training session with the chief hand to hand instructor for the ships marine contingent. The felinoid executive officer now zoomed through the Marine NNC command area on all four paws, sporting black, blue and gray urban camo BDU fatigues. She was due on the bridge for the second shift cycle, and the Caitian feline wanted to clean up and grab some chow beforehand. Six months ago, she would have probably turned some heads what with not only being in the general vicinity of the NNC, or “Marine Country”, but wearing the BDU’s as well. A lot of things had changed for the ‘Fleeter officer since the disciplinary training stint that she had been ordered to engage in with the Marine department, both personally and professionally. In general, she had been fortunate enough to really get to know the officers and crew that encompassed the Marine department of the ‘Court, and it was indeed a whole new world. JoNs, like many officers with a background in security, had come up through the ranks with the typical inborn and drilled rivalry that existed among the Squid and Shark officers who served within the Fleet. While she had started to move beyond that assumption anyway after being exposed to Colonel Harper and her Marine soldiers, the Marine training education had blown any lingering rivalry that she felt towards the Jarheads out of the water. Personally, it had made her more of a grounded officer. And then again, it may have been all the repeated shots to the head that she had taken during the training, and being thrown into the pool, and the general abuse, etcetera, that had made her a more grounded officer. Head trauma and all that. And professionally, the mandatory training that she had been thrown into by former Ex Oh Lt. Colonel Day as well as Cee Oh Colonel Harper had been a benefit all across the board with regards to her fighting style, general leadership abilities, and general professional outlook as an officer. JoNs had always gravitated towards a brawler type of fighting style. It was purely a natural pre-disposition, what with the natural claws for fighting and coming from a feline predatory bloodline. But, she had found that the Marine training supplemented her past security training nicely, further complimenting her brawler fighting style, changing it slightly, and moving it towards a more controlled fighting style. Not to sound cocky, but since she had chosen to voluntarily continue the sessions, combined with the feline agility and paw swipes, were resulting with her morphing into quite the sparring and hand to hand combatical bad arse. So, why mess with a good thing, right? A few of the off duty Marine scattered about the area shouted a few “Yo Ex Oh!” as she cruised on by them and her answer was her typical and enthused purred growl type of “Hoo Rah” answer. Her path took her by the main NNC lounge, and loud laughter and shouting wafted out into the corridor. What’s this now? The main lounge was usually filled with both enlisted and commissioned marine officers who were either in between shifts or relaxing and having a good time after a completed shift, but the ruckus sounded a bit more on the boisterous side then usual. The feline commander skidded to a halt across the deck plating that lined the corridor and stood upright on her hind paws, generally curious at the commotion. She poked her leonine head through the open entry way, and was greeted with the sight of a couple of the junior Marine squads that the Agincourt had picked up from Starbase 74. A few non-Marine officers had also been picked up and assigned as Security and other departmental replacements for the Agincourt, but the two hundred plus Shark troops were the big ticket items, and were primarily scheduled for deployment out among the colony planets, and the ‘Court had been assigned ferry and transport duty. Kansas didn’t recognize their squad designations immediately, but the rank pins affixed to their collars showed that the men and women were privates, all wore the full black BDU uniforms, and were obviously off the leash with any sort of influence from a First Lieutenant. The squads would most likely hook up with a squad leader after making planet fall on the intended colonies. The junior jarheads were generally whooping it up and having a grand old time, also known as making complete jackasses out of themselves. A couple of the enlisted officers that were off duty and employing the lounge for some down time winged looks ranging from sympathy to annoyance towards the newly minted privates who were supposedly representatives of the Corps in general … gods help us. The transportee soldiers were obviously high on excitement and adrenaline and when a couple of them spotted the newcomer feline senior officer, the usual big mouth of the group had to say something. “Heeeerrrreeeee Kitty Kitty Kitty ….. you are such a good hunter, yes you are! You’re wearing Bee Dees, so I guess you’re one of us? Hope so, because security isn’t usually welcome here in the command centers“ Hmmm … not that JoNs would give in easily or anything, but perhaps Boonie and Keltex had been right about some of the jarhead privates not being the brightest isolinear chips in the control panel. Holy Vulcan, you could have heard a pin drop. A couple of the senior enlisted crew either did the palm to forehead thing, looked surprised, got the drill sergeant “I’m going to bawl them out” look on their faces, or just generally went all amused at what the young knucklehead had just stepped in, figuratively. JoNs smirked and signaled the low sign with a paw for any of the ‘Court personnel present to mind their position and not advance on the targets. Obviously this bunch hadn’t done their homework about the command team currently in charge of the transport ship they were hitching a ride on. Always do your research on a new assignment, right down to any transport ships you might be gracing with your presence, period. You just never knew when that information would pay off, and obviously this group hadn’t put two and two together that said former security Kitty was the ships new Ex Oh. She really wasn’t surprised at the general misinformation that kept working its way around the Starfleet because Central Fleet Command still picking up the pieces from the Soltan attack on the Earth. And as a result, some of the updated information regarding officer transfers or promotions or what have you that had happened on the fly out in the field hadn’t made the rounds on the official Fleet information ‘Net yet. Still, all things considered, these cubs should have known to ask some questions of their temporary comrades about the current command staff in charge of the ‘Court. JoNs merely sidled up to the blond haired and blue eyed Human male who had opened mouth and inserted combat boot, swished her tail, and clapped her big fore paws on each of the taller mans shoulders. A wide grin exposed her fangs. “A few months ago I would have totally decked you by now. Carry on Private,” she checked the name band sewn on his jacket, “Wakefield.” His eyebrow flew upward at the odd statement, and he could only watch in further stoopid induced and “I’m heading out to my first assignment and I’m a bad ass Marine who needs to tear it up” confusion as Kansas walked away and re-crossed the expanse of the lounge room with a little spring in her step. She muttered statement under her breath to the dark skinned enlisted officer hanging out by the entry way as she passed him on her final step back into the outside corridor. “Somebody’s in for a downright jarring surprise to their existence, aren’t they? I’d kind of like to be there when they smack into that titanium wall, you know?” The Marine merely answered her with an “Aye Sir” and gave her a jaunty little salute as the senior feline officer exited the lounge area. A golden furred paw tapped at the communicator badge affixed to the left chest area of her BDU jacket and instructed the ships computer to contact her Cee Oh over the internal ships wireless comm system. “Colonel, this is Kansas.” The grin in her tone was very noticeable, “Sir, I just went inadvertently undercover in the main NNC lounge area and I have some Intelligence for you regarding some of our junior transportee Sharks… oh, have we got a couple of fun loving and clueless squads on board … “