Kansas

As a fan of Treks Mirror Universe, I can handle moral ambiguity, and sex as long as it doesn't go stupid. Gore, I can handle, provided it is not of the gore for the sake of gore stupidity. However, the Original V is a classic, the 80's miniseries is golden entertainment, and I'm hoping that the re-do doesn't screw it up *too* bad. ::tentative, very tentative::

A Jellyfish..and a Cat...oh, no way I can pass up this inside joke picture. Colonel C.E. "Medusa" (another name for Jellyfish species) Harper and Commander Kansas "Will" JoNs discuss the USS Agincourts next move in battle against the Soltan.

= = = = Executive Officers Personal Log = = = = = = = = Commander Kansas JoNs = = = = = = = = Encryption Level 12 JoNs ****646**** Niner = = = = = = = = Enter/Run/Access Recording Program = = = = Thursday October 1 12:00 Hours: I observed a joint Security and Marine combat drill this morning. I noticed that Crewman Decatur now sports a blackened eye, and scarring that will be permanent along his cheek and jaw. The injuries I assume are from his department Lieutenant, C.T. Caine, in retribution for his botched assassination attempt against myself. I do understand the need for discipline, especially considering the kid embarrassed her as well as the entire Security department, but I can’t say I agree with the permanent scarring as a future deterrent. Friday October 2 16:00 Hours: Tri-quarterly crew physicals continue. Our new doctor, Trenral, performs her duties quickly and efficiently if a bit uncomfortable for the crew. I’m still unable to discern any motivations -- if any -- or loyalties from my fellow countrywoman. The same species doesn’t always mean the best of friends. Sunday October 4 14:00 Hours: We have finished our honor guard duties here at colony world LB 4J, also known as Delta Dragonis Four. Our crew and officers provided protection -- as well as looking pretty, so to speak -- as the new de facto governor was installed. New orders are expected to be incoming any day now. Dear gods, I hope so, ‘cause this planet is like watching paint dry. Tuesday October 6 09:00 Hours: The Agincourt and her crew have been diverted to the Larentia systems to oversee the patrol patterns of the sectors. Apparently, the civilian drug trade is spiraling out of control, and the local authorities are completely overwhelmed. I have known of some of my distant family clan members as well as clan acquaintances to work their trade within the Larentia sectors, and at this point I am hoping that none of them happen to be involved in this upsurge of the drug trade. Monday, October 12 12:00 Hours: The ‘Court has entered into standard vector orbit above the colony planet of New Halifax. We will be taking on new personnel, supplies, and dilithium fuel stores. We continue to investigate into the rampant civilian drug trade with no leads as to the source material or any locally operating couriers that distribute the product. Wednesday, October 14 20:00 Hours: I must admit, I am becoming concerned regarding the launch of this secondary sector patrol mission. A distant blood relative of mine, a reprobate Cat by the name of Jumper Honor-Scar has long operated within the confines of the Larentia territories and sectors and backwater colony worlds. My immediate family and I have never agreed with the types of jobs that she has taken over the years, everything from slavery to gun running to drug running…I guess you might say that she is the black sheep of the family as the Humans say. I have my own suspicions that while Honor-Scar is not a prime drug power in these sectors, I’d bet even credits that she is probably being employed as one of the couriers of the drug product. I do not know of her current whereabouts, and I also contacted my family, and they are unaware of her current location as well…not that I could do anything…legally about it anyway. Thursday, October 15 10:00 Hours: The ongoing situation with Lieutenant Caine remains unchanged. The working relationship between myself and the half-Vulcan woman remains frosty with a chance of Hell freezing over. We continue to work together per our duties and direct orders from Colonel Harper. But the undercurrent of tension is very, ah, noticeable, such as the minor incident in this morning’s briefing meeting with the department heads and shift leads. And I have no doubt that the two of us were in violation of Harper’s “no public display” decree judging by the silent steel liquid looks that she was winging at her two officers in question. Monday, October 18 12:00 Hours: I dealt with a couple of disciplinary issues personally today. A senior officer of the lieutenant ranks who mishandled some equipment, and two junior level ensigns who have been repeatedly late to their respective duty postings due to their shared late night couplings. Friday, October 23 23:00 Hours: Two day layover at Deep Space Station Archer, shore leave has been granted to the crew. End of day one, no fatalities or brig time recorded among the crew. Today was a good day. Wednesday, October 28 22:30 Hours: Completing my rounds for this evening, and came upon three junior enlisted Damage Control officers shooting dice in the main aft nacelle port maintenance access way. I startled them, and they startled me, but we did manage to not shoot each other. Paranoia keeps you alive in this Fleet, but I’m not saying that it is the healthiest outlook to have on life. Since gambling is not against regulations per se, and I am not of the extreme regulations stripe of First Officer, I let the incident go. I was invited to play and in the process I lost some credits, gained some credits, and gained some entry level eyes and ears for the Engineering department, a ships department due for some of my inside recon retainers. A win win situation all told this evening. Saturday, October 31 13:00 Hours: The Humans have this tradition called Hallowe’en. In ancient times, this holiday involved spirits walking the Earth for one night out of the calendar year, free to walk among the living. As the years and decades passed, and the Humans moved farther away from the ancient beliefs and superstitions, the night of Hallowe’en de-evolved into celebrations, parties, and children going from domicile to domicile collecting candy from those that offered the treats. I find the whole concept very quaint and invigorating. I have been invited to a small gathering of diehards from various departments celebrating the now even more ancient and waning tradition. While I am by nature suspicious of the invitation, and wondering if it is merely a ruse to corner me or take me out, there is also no greater compliment to a senior officer then being invited to a lower decks party. My personal guard, Petty Officer Darjhan has agreed to accompany me to the gathering, although I am a bit concerned because he mentioned to me, and I quote “Excellent, a Hallowe’en party. Now I can break out my leopard thong that I wore to an Academy party a few years ago and go as a man of the jungle,” unquote. The gods help me. …I don’t think I want to know…let alone scrubbing that mental image from my brain… Saturday, October 31 23:30 Hours: <Supplemental Recording> The Hallowe’en party, how do you say, rocked out. Mister Darjhan did indeed wear the leopard thong thing complete with matching headband and bone necklace and kept referring to himself as Darjhan of the Jungle for most of the night. The punch was spiked, and I can’t feel my paws, so I am going to take an anti-inebr…an anti-inebraaa…an anti-inebrrrr…a pill. I’m going to take a pill to counteract the hangover effects and then pass out for the night. = = = = End Log Access = = = =

MISSION BRIEFING: So we got beat up by the Soltans, but the tide of battle finally turned and now we're left to lick our wounds and clean up the mess... while hoping they don't come back with reinforcements. 10.28.09_Court_Chat_Log.doc

10.28.09 Agincourt Mission Update: Time Between Sims: 4 Hours - The cleanup continues after the pitched battle with the Soltan. Harper and JoNs are still down for the count, but conscious for the most part. Engineers Murray, TLak and Karrigan continue to work tirelessly to get the ol’ girl back up to speed, tackling the damaged areas themselves as well as directing Damage Control teams. - On call Medical Doctor Stein, overseeing the internment of the dead enemy bodies into deep cold storage in one of the cargo bay areas, noted that the Agincourt crew, especially all the people in contact with the Soltan boarders during the fighting, might have been exposed both during and after the hand to hand and direct fire contact to whatever method the Soltans use to turn others species “Blue”. - Lt. Commander Condacin, Lt. (sg) Caine, and Lt. Commander Kassem have a meeting of the minds on the bridge in order to figure out any possible solutions for the Soltan quarantine situation. Gunny Hefner shows the Marine ropes to new Private Karo during the clean up in the Marine NNC. - The senior bridge officers zero in on possibly using the Transporter Decon Cycle as a cleansing/scanning option for any crew suspected of coming into direct contact with the boarding parties. It is decided to alert the medical staff and the CMO since the medical docs and nurses and techs are the ones that will now be employed for this ‘Front Line’ skirmish against this unseen Soltan turning bug. - Ship wide concentrated and general scans will also be initiated as a preliminary precaution in order to detect anything strange (if possible) among the crew. - For now, things are kept quiet so as not to panic the crew, and the senior officers who are aware of the situation will work towards containing any “Blue Effect”. And with regard to the Who’s Blue Question: the crew must wait and see.

Diane Duane puts out a kick arse Bones McCoy novel with Doctors Orders: the good doctor gets some serious command officer time in this book! w00t!

That is no exactly light reading, no it is not. Trippy.

STSF is an online RP site that offers multiple Trek eras; if the site were to be completely TOS oriented, that would be detrimental in the long run. With a choice of eras and ships, a potential Player can find the right fit for their style or interests. With that said, of course there are Original Series fans out here! w00t! I came to know all things Original Series in 1989 after I saw Star Trek 5 The Final Frontier in the theaters. Not the best showing of the Original Crew, but the movie served the purpose and I wanted to find out more about this awesome show that I discovered. My Trek Eras of interest are TOS, TOS Movie Era, Enterprise and of course Alternate New TOS. I consider Enterprise to be original era, and obviously I can't change my spots and I've always gone for Trek Original. I like that frontier adventuring that seems to epitomize the early era Treks. Off shoot plot wise, the Mirror Universe time line first introduced in TOS and followed up by Enterprise is more fun to play in as well. Original velour Blue, Red and Gold are perennial classics. The New TOS movie Blue Red and Gold are slick updates. I like the blue flight suits of Enterprise because ENT dared to be different with the uniform offering and the look was much closer to modern military jump/work/flight/mechanic suits. But, the Burgundy movie era uniform tunics rock out and trump 'em all: with the belt, the snap closure over the shoulder, rank and service stripes and pips on the one sleeve - very very sci fi Naval. I'm a Trek reader, and I wing towards anything Original Series/ENT oriented. The multiple Trek omnibus offerings for Mirror/Alternate Universe I will, of course, read. *We* are around, the fans of the Original Trek(s), have no fear.

Saw Paranormal Activity today. **SPOILERS** This is that film that was released in limited areas and numbers, and if Paramount Pictures got enough good feedback, the studio was going to release it to the major markets as well? The film was released to the full market. In my opinion the negative copy of Paranormal should be shot out of a warp engine. Pros: - Interesting use of the handheld/mounted camera angle that we've seen over the past ten years or so, starting with the "Blair Witch Project" that made the technique famous. The film "Quarantine" of 2008 did a better job of employing this Blair Witch technique, in my opinion, even compared to JJ Abrams "Cloverfield". Paranormal does okay with the camera technique. - Presentation is that sorta documentary format? No background music, nothing, just the 2 primary cast members. Cons: - I wasn't scared. ::shrugs:: I've seen this all before in any number of haunted house films or on documentaries or re-enactments on any number of cable television shows that report on hauntings around the world. - Research? The girl, who has been followed by this demon thing since she was eight years old, never did any research into this phenomena until she met current boyfriend Micah; he took the lead role in this so to speak. No offense? Seriously something not of this world is following me around? Totally doing the research, 'kay? .... look, I don't want to deter anyone from seeing it if you want to or if you might want to get a good scare...but I think I'm going to go watch the original Aliens (the first and still the best out of the series) now or something... On that note, I have movie recommendations in lieu of this Halloween season: - Twenty Eight Days Later: quick zombies that are animal like and feral? Better start running. Now. - Dawn of the Dead: 2004 remake of (one of) the George A. Romero trilogy classics. Romero rocks, and Dawn is a solid modern remake that stands up well in it's own right. Excellent zombie flick. - The Exorcism of Emily Rose: now this is a good haunting/possession movie with elements of a court case intermixed. Excellent, with a hint of mystery. Tom Wilkinson and Laura Linney give excellent performances. - The Changeling: made in 1980, starring George C. Scott. Remains the only haunting/horror film that gives me chills or truly scares me. Absolutely I have it on DVD. For the record, I can't stand some of the hack and slash horror films or the crud that passes for the SAW films; some of these so called horror movies are so stupid.

MISSION BRIEF: BOOM. Part 3 CourtChatLog09_10_21.txt

Warmer temps in my area. Have these larger Lady Bug type things all in the front of the office building, probably attracted to the landscaped bushes and trees. Must be swarming due to the temps, they are all lazy with the flight patterns and doing that 'bob and weave" drunk thing. One of the dang things went all rocket power, zoomed right at me, and landed on my neck. Vampiric Lady Bugs. Who knew. And yes, I did manage to dislodge it without breaking stride and screaming like, well, a girl. I vant to buzz your neck....

10.21.09 Agincourt Mission Update: TBS: 2 Hours - The Soltan fleet has pulled back from the Alpha Quadrant front lines. Harper and JoNs regain consciousness, though they are not happy campers. Engineering picks up the pieces, literally. The Marines, Security, and Sciences Departments all regroup as the pitched battle comes to a close and the officers all take stock of the aftermath situation. Medical continually deals with the wounded and patches them up. It's a good be that we have dead Soltan bodies littering the corridors and deckings on the breached areas, so everyone beware of that Soltan Species Turning.

Mission Briefing: Welcome back to "The Soltans Are Blowing Us Up", Part II. The Agincourt has retreated briefly to make on-the-fly repairs, and is now ... sort of... ready to re-enter the fray. We're not in great shape, but we're better off than the current front-rank ships. CourtChatLog09_10_14.txt

Oh, dear God. Thanks for the heads up. Don't need to tell me twice to stay the heck away. Funny thing is, I *don't* use Memory Alpha that much...maybe once every few months -- if that -- to look up some random bit of information. ::still paranoid and prone to freak out moments from the Great Viral Boo Yah of Late 2008::

10.14.09 Agincourt Mission Update: Time Between Sims: 2 Minutes The front line skirmish to hold the Soltan at the Alpha Quadrant entry point continues to rage. The Agincourt pulled back from the front lines after sustaining damage while internal Marine fire teams and Security patrols repelled the enemy boarders on Decks 9, 12, 14, and 16. Most of the breached areas have been reclaimed by the home team, Main Engineering has not been compromised, and Damage Control teams dispatched from Engineering roam across the corridors and attempt to repair the damage. Any enemy Soltan combat teams have been routed and are either dead, dying or have retreated to be beamed back to their ships. 1.) Damaged Areas Alpha Section/Main Bridge: Equipment and structure damage, no danger of decompression, workable environment. Aft (general Starboard area) Warp Nacelle Pylon: Metal is stressed, still functioning. 2.) Serious Injuries Colonel C.E. ‘Medusa’ Harper: head injury due to impact from falling bridge strut on Main Alpha Bridge (currently in Beta Section/Secondary Sickbay) Commander Kansas ‘Will’ JoNs: knife wounding to abdomen during NNC skirmish (currently in Alpha Section/Main Sickbay) Note: Both command team officers are out of the action and sedated until further notice. 3.) Current Location of Personnel Alpha Section: Main Bridge: Science Officers ‘Sin’ Condacin and Tay, CB Messner at Tactical Medical Bay: Doctor Hrasha Trenral Beta Section: Secondary Bridge: Lieutenant ‘Bulldog’ Mattingly (NPC) Medical Bay: Doctor Vaughn (NPC) Gamma Section: Marine NNC (No Name Central) Command: SSgt. Valeri ‘Gus’ Officer Gustavson (NPC), Security Officer Farragut (NPC), and MCPO Keltex (NPC) Main Engineering: Lt. Commander 'Flux' Kassem, Lt. (sg) Murray, Engineering Line Officers TLak and Karrigan. Tertiary Bridge: GSgt. ‘Slick’ Hefner, and Lt. (sg) ‘Junior’ Caine, Marine Officer Pete ‘Rocky’ Petros (NPC) 4.) Tactical Notations: Gamma Section /Tertiary Bridge, Alpha Section/Main Bridge, Alpha Medical, Tertiary Medical, Alpha Engineering, and Marine NNC Command all maintained contact with one another once the wireless signal for Internal ships communications was reestablished. Combat comms and squad to squad helmet comms also remain intact for now. The various senior officers and line officers were in constant contact and made decisions on the fly with regard to the Agincourt’s precarious position in the front line skirmish. Going to the MVAM mode was nixed by the Engineering Department due to sustained internal and external damage, especially with the stress the separation would induce on the support pylon for the one warp nacelle. The Agincourt has picked up Starfleet friends: two Defiant class shops that are protecting the ‘Court while the crew works to get the damaged exploratory warship moving again. A risky assault plan has been decided on by the senior commissioned officers in joint combat command. The Agincourt will be going for a final attack run, with Tertiary Helm driving while the Alpha and Tertiary Tactical officers and bridge officers co-ordinate any attack patterns.

Well, I wouldn't want to tick off your Real Wife/Wife, and besides ::leans in close and whispers:: I think the Other Wife/Commander Farrington can totally knock me senseless. :P Firefly bonding! w00t! It lives!

Star Trek + Re-Imagined BSG _________________ Red Headed Stargate Stepchild. Bring back Firefly as an alternative possiblity for the independent science fiction TV franchise free and clear of any past influence or shtick of sci fi shows that have made it big. Firefly had a very short TV run (FOX scheduling screwed it up, honestly) leading to a motion picture, and yes, I know not all of us here on STSF have cared for it. But, Firefly/Serenity was an original concept that really had no (blatant/rip off) elements from Babylon 5, Star Trek, Stargate BSG; and I think we can all agree to a point that these three shows are the juggernauts of the maintstream sci fi entertainment world. Look, I love science fiction, pretty much all, from Trek to SG to BSG. Of course, my main focus will always be Star Trek because the bottom line is I just prefer the franchise. But on the flip side, I think the same old same old is the reason I'm a proponent of the New Original Series Timeline concept introduced in the May 2009 film and any "new" ideas that come down the pike. ...I'm tired of the same old same old from these science fiction TV shows...and SGU is the same old from several shows combined... 1.) BSG had the right formula with adult oriented sci fi. 2.) Firefly had the right idea with an independent concept. 3.) New TOS (the movie; I prefer a wait for a TV series for right now as a motion picture structure is more conducive for the new timeline concept) has the right idea with regard to jump starting a 40 year old franchise with both history and credit and a fan base that can be reeeeeeaaaaaallllly rabid (Read: Stubborn and Unmoving). There really IS nothing wrong with a straightforward, feel good adventure. I'll go on record and say I'm glad the sex of the main characters were not changed though. Kudos to re-I BSG for taking the leap, but stay away from the main ensemble Trek characters. Oh, Chapel and Rand are guys now? Go for it. :P ::looks back at length of post and rant:: Oh Noes!! I've entered into Sci Fi Geek Debate Mode!!

Note: the following log is set in the Mirror Universe of the ISS Agincourt. 10.12.09 ISS Agincourt NCC-81762 “Security: Tension” Written by: Lieutenant (sg) C.T. ‘Junior’ Caine and Commander Kansas ‘Will’ JoNs Ensigns T'Selt and Carson, Half-Vulcan and Human crew members respectively, were both sitting quietly by themselves just off the main lounge area designated for the junior officers of the crew; the two patrol partners were sipping drinks and talking quietly with one another, coming down from the long duty shift and enjoying the rare down time. The current topic of conversation between the two was of course the growing rivalry between the ships executive officer and chief of security. Colonel Harper might have ordered both Commander JoNs and Lieutenant Caine to keep the situation private between the two of them only and out of sight of the crew at large. But the fact remained that both of the rival senior officers had retainers and "goons" scattered throughout the crew, and as a result the loyalties and rivalries were going full bore as the Agincourt personnel of the lower decks maneuvered into position depending on whose side they were (currently) on. The door slid open and Midshipman David Decatur walked through the door, his dull, smirking dark gaze traveling the lounge once. It was pretty quiet, unsurprising, given the late shift, but a few blue-shirts and a wrench jockey or two were scattered about. A couple of them tossed him odd looks as he moved into the room; unsurprising, as after the failed assassination debacle, Caine had left Decatur with the remnants of a black eye and laid his cheek open, leaving a sharp scar across his eye and jaw. The new scar was like Caine's, almost, which was what had made the pain bearable. He had deserved it, anyway, having failed Caine so decisively and better to suffer the punishment at his chief's hands than at JoN's. The Cait had been too weak to follow through on her own threats. He smirked to himself as he walked towards the replicator and ordered himself a bottle of whiskey. T'Selt nudged her male partner under the table with a foot and then flicked her eyes over towards Decatur as he made his entrance and made his way over towards the replicator food vendor inset into one of the chrome steel bulkheads. Carson, a dark skinned male who had been on board for just under two years, acknowledged her foot nudge with a slight dip of his head. Both T'Selt and Carson had been with the SEC department when JoNs had first taken over as the chief of security a couple years back before moving onto the XO posting. And while neither of them had anything in particular against Caine...both of the senior ensigns did not like Middie Decatur very much after the stunt he had tried to pull. The two officers swigged back the last of their drinks and removed themselves from their table, walking with confidence in the young security pups direction. Decatur grabbed his whiskey and turned to head for a table, reaching it at just about the same time as the two other security officers moving to intersect his path. He cocked his head sideways, looking at them as he set the bottle down with a decisive thunk. He knew them both -- JoN's men, both of them. His shoulders stiffened as he moved subtly into a more guarded stance. "Evening, there," he said. Carson spoke up first. "It is evening isn't it? Some of us in the department are still wondering why you're alive. But, moving on from that little matter, you botched an attempt on the Exec's life. Our former department commander....you have any idea that you're a walking target now Middie?" T'Selt moved off to flank the big boy, as well shifting into a subdued fighting stance in order to better support Carson if the fists started to fly. Decatur resisted the urge to flinch as the point-eared Vulcan Ensign moved off to his side, bringing all his bravado to bear on the situation. He'd been told in no uncertain terms that he had made a spectacle of himself (and by extension, Caine) by going after JoNs, and not to do it again, but he sure as hell wasn't going to show fear in front of the Cait's people now. "Gonna make something of it, Carson?" he asked, his dull baritone sharp with all the courage of stupidity. The Human smirked and gave his fellow Human a flat look. "Depends Decatur. Want me to go in the shadows so you can shoot me in the back. Isn’t that how you tried to nail JoNs? From behind?" Decatur's eyebrows went up and he snarled at the implication of cowardice. "I'll take you from the front, any day, Carson, with my bare hands." "No you wouldn’t. Because then I'd see you coming Boy. You work better when we don’t see ya comin’" T'Selt shifted position again, slowly, moving behind Decatur and yet still making no overt move towards him. Decatur was starting to sweat just a little and he gripped the top of the whiskey bottle again, running his thumb around the cap, ready to swing it around if the half-Vulcan female made a move at him. He couldn't resist another jab at Carson, though -- the human wasn't much older than he was and he didn't like the tone he was using. "Yeah...guess that wouldn't work, cos soon's you saw me you'd be running the hell in the other direction. How about you go play in the warp core and leave me alone?" The door slid open again, unmarked by the unfolding security...debate, revealing Ensign James Farragut, flanked by two more of the officers from Caine's current ranking security detail. Farragut had just finished with dealing with an internal discipline matter in the engineering department and really wanted nothing more than a drink, but his eyes flashed with trained precision to the center of the sense of discord present in the room. Decatur...Carson...T'Selt...it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Farragut sighed. Little pup just can't stay out of trouble, can he. He came to a halt just inside the door, exchanging a glance with the other two officers with him. T’Selt spared a glance and a nod to Farragut, in effect greeting him, acknowledging him, and saying "well...what are you going to do about this" all in one gesture. Carson noted the arrival of the other members of the security detail, but kept his attention on the Middie. The dark skinned male's smirk widened with glee at the younger mans attempt at bravado. "You act real brave in the lighting don't you? How did you act the other night when you went for the Ex Oh -- other then what the rumors are saying, about how you skulked in the shadows and went for an unsanctioned hit on the Cat? I know Caine isn't happy...what with the attention you brought down on her and the department…" "Caine'd have been happy enough if I'd gotten my knife into her a little quicker," Decatur snapped back. "Only thing she's sorry about is that I didn't draw more blood than I did." Mmm...right. Farragut winced. He was no stranger to the barroom brawl, and would have considered it a satisfying bit of entertainment to watch the three young officers go at it. But if Carson was going to drag Caine's name into it...that was a problem. He took a few steps forward, trying to subtly pull Decatur's attention from the fight; the poor fool hadn't even noticed Farragut come in. “Problem?" Farragut said easily, lounging his way into the group, taking up a position next to Decatur and looking towards Carson, who had a somewhat murderous expression on his face. He could hear Decatur gulp, but he ignored it -- he'd settle things with the pup later. The big Human of African descent nodded. "Aye, we have a problem here Jimmbo. This one," he jabbed a finger towards the younger one of the little group, "botched an assassination attempt on the Exec and drew down attention onto the security department as a whole. I'd say that's a real big time issue for those of us that are tryin' to live under the radar here and just do our jobs." Farragut smiled casually at the younger Ensign's anger. He knew Carson's loyalties as well as Carson knew his; he had no patience for him. "Mmm...that is an issue. And I see you plan to remedy it in an equally unsubtle manner. Jumping him in the middle of the mess? My god, boy, how stupid are you?" Carson cocked his head to one side. "Would it be any better if I snuck down the corridors and waited in the shadows?" Though the expression on his face remained borderline angry, his tone was matter of fact. "It would be better if you'd keep your nose clean and stay the hell out of our way," Farragut replied coolly. "But if you really feel the need to bloody yourself up in the Kitten's service, at least do it somewhere where people aren't trying to eat." He paused, and then his voice went deadly serious; his broad shoulders stiffened and he glanced at the two other officers, and Decatur, who were flanking him, then looked back to meet Carson's dark eyes. "And when we find out and come to paste you to the wall...we will do them the same courtesy." T'Selt snorted from behind the three males, the derisive sound incongruous with her elegant pointed ears and fine Vulcan features. "Oh, the smell of testosterone in the evening, right Boys?" Even Carson, one of the male recipients that the comment was directed at, smirked a bit at his patrol partner’s sarcastic comment. The dark skinned man made a decision in that millisecond, and then shook his head and flashed a salute to both Farragut and Decatur. "'Night Boys. Y'all aren't worth the effort right now. T'Selt, let's head out....get some fresh recycled air." Carson easily moved past the two rival security guards, his venom and animosity seemingly turned off, just like that. Farragut stepped sideways to let him pass, watching the Exec’s two pets make their way out of the lounge. Then he glanced at Decatur with a sour expression. "I only bail idiots out once, Decatur. Next time I let them tear you apart and save Caine the trouble." Reaching down to the table, he scooped up the bottle of whiskey, pulling it from Decatur's fingers, and glanced at his compatriots. With a jerk of his head, he proceeded to a table in the far corner, sitting down and popping the bottle open as if nothing had happened.

MISSION BRIEF: The Agincourt, along with numerous other Federation ships, has been staring across no-being's-land at the Soltan fleet, waiting for something to happen. After hours of lazy manuevering on both sides in an attempt to obscure the battle plans, three groups of Soltan ships have just pushed forward in three different directions. CourtChatLog09_10_07.txt

10.07.09 Agincourt Mission Update: Time Between Sims: 10 Minutes - The skirmish has begun. The Federation Starfleet forces enter into the fray after the Soltan Fleet ships make the first move over the established skirmish line. - The Agincourt takes damage and internal Marine and Security personnel are also repelling Soltan boarding parties; Damage Control Parties are kept quite busy, while Engineering tries to keep it all together (literally). - The blue skinned humanoid Soltans employ their subspace weapons and transporter abilities to get critical hits through the ‘Courts defensive shields. Damage Locations (External Enemy Weapons Fire): Starboard Nacelle Strut: currently in a weakened condition. Main Bridge: hit with Soltan subspace weapons, and the officers on duty are shaken and stirred. Some equipment and console damage as well. Compromised Locations (Soltan Boarding Parties): Deck 9: Tertiary Bridge, Main Emergency Triage, Aft & Lateral Phaser Arrays, Impulse Engines, Matter Storage. Deck 12: Main Engineering, Shield Generators. Deck 14: Marine Headquarters (NNC), XO's Office, Marine Armory, Transporter Room 3, Holodeck 4, Cargo Bay 4. Deck 16: Ventral Phaser Array, Ventral Sensor Array, Antimatter Storage, SIF & IDF Generators, Ventral Docking Port. Current Location of Various Personnel: Main Bridge: Harper, Condacin, Tay, Messner Marine NNC: JoNs and various NPCs Tertiary Bridge: Caine, Hefner, and Rocky (NPC) Main Engineering: Murray, Karrigan, TLak

Note:This log is set during the 10 minute Time Between Sims. 10.08.09 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 “G’Day and G’Bye” Location: Alpha Quadrant Area: Front Line Skirmish Ship Setting: USS Brisbane NCC-1023 The battle to hold what was now ground zero and the new front line location for the aggressive and continual Soltan incursion into the Alpha Quadrant was not going poorly, but nor was it going entirely in the favor of the Federation Starfleet forces protecting the quadrant; a few of the lead warships such as the Agincourt and the Defiant class escorts such as the Lexington had been forced to pull back off the main line due to damages sustained. Like the Lexington -- her sister ship -- the defiant class ship USS Brisbane had been assigned as tactical support vessel to some of the larger warships in the defensive formation, yet somewhere during the battle, the tide had taken a turn, and the 50 man crew operating the little warship now found themselves in a desperate game of cat and mouse with a rather aggressive predator. One of the Soltan ships, a scout class judging by its basic appearance and smaller design lines, had engaged the Brisbane one on one early on in the fight campaign and the two vessels had been going at it ever since. Captain Hogan, commanding officer of the Brisbane, had suspected that the run and gun and aggressive tactics employed by the scout ship’s Soltan commander were being effectively used the Federation crew and their ship away from the Fleet at large and therefore unable to perform their assigned duties of flank protection and rotating backup along the front skirmish line. And the delay pattern itself was simple and working marvelously in the favor of the enemy, much to Hogan’s chagrin. Captain Hogan had ordered a tactical retreat so the Brisbane could fall back to the relative protection of the satellite moon attached to the nearby colony world of Sigmus Prime. The colony planet and its semi-distant moon sat just off the edge of the larger space battleground, and could only provide so much cover from the enemy pursuers; the deadly game of hide and seek would come to an end very soon once the Brisbane ran out of planetary bodies to hide herself behind. The main skirmish line still echoed off in the distance, showcasing the brutality of war as fire blossoms set against the black of the star field ignited one after the other as the ships on both sides continued to pound one another with energy weapons. And the Brisbane could do nothing while they were outgunned and pinned down along the outskirts of the front line battle. Using the moon as cover had given the Federation ship and crew a few minutes to handle what repairs could be implemented as well as some general regrouping time in order to try and figure out how the heck they were going to get out of this tactical grade mess. Hogan was currently speaking with the lead officer of the Sciences department -- or rather, the current lead officer for the Science department after the previous department head had taken some exploding console shards to the face -- about various methods of combating the subspace drive and weapons that the Soltan scout ship employed, which seemed to be the standard hardware for most of the enemy ships involved in the skirmish. The research and shared Intelligence on the Soltan and their equipment that the USS Agincourt had shared with her sister ships was thorough and well done and the Agincourt crew had had the most experience dealing with the Soltan, but for the most part the subspace technology employed by the blue skinned freaks was difficult to understand and even more difficult to avoid once you tried to go up against them in practice. One second, a Soltan ship or phaser beam weapon wasn’t there hurtling towards you, and the next few seconds one or both of the problems had impacted against your hull. The conversation was interrupted by the tactical officer when the sandy haired Human female’s voice carried easily across the smaller control bridge of the Defiant class ship, concern dropping her tone and timber down a few tense octaves from her normally chipper and perky voice “Captain! Our sensors show that the scout ship is…well, I’m not entirely sure what they are doing, but the control crew seems to be shifting the position of their vessel around the planetary body sir. Not sure if they’ll pass right through the mass or what have you. Our sensors, even with the data from the Agincourt uploaded and in use, are still a bit iffy when we try and track these SOBs.” The tactical console bleeped a warning and the short haired woman paled considerably at the update readings that she spotted on her console viewer. “Oh God…” The Soltan ship promptly registered visually on the forward view screen a mere second later after the announcement, setting off a new set of alert alarms that blared an alert on all decks of the ship, and shortly thereafter, twin beams of weapons energy slashed towards the semi-crippled Brisbane. It was very difficult *not* to notice the twin subspace beam weapons as they hurtled right at the forward bridge area as showcased by the outbound sensors directly to the main bridge viewer. Hogan pointed a frantic though demanding finger at the secondary engineer that had been assigned to bridge duty for this shift cycle. “Jenkins! Get me at least ten to fifteen percent more power to the forward…” Captain Hogan’s order was never completed and lost to the sound of rending metal couplings and bulkheads; the phaser-like weapons pushed clear through subspace and several decks, impacting with the warp core and igniting it like a candle. The USS Brisbane and her entire surviving crew went up in an explosive ball of flame just off the fringe of the moon world that they had been orbiting in an attempt at some cover from the enemy. The Soltan scout ship merely plowed through the debris, further scattering the smoking and fiery remains that had once been the Brisbane and her loyal crew, and the sleek vessel did what amounted to a U-turn, and streaked back towards the main area of the fighting at the still constantly shifting front lines of the main quadrant battle.

Note: this log is set during the 10 minute TBS. 10.08.09 USS Agincourt NCC-81762 “Deck 14: Marine NNC Compromised” Location: Marine NNC (No Name Central) Command Area Commander Kansas ‘Will’ JoNs was hunkered down behind the rather large bulk of one of the ‘Courts resident Marine soldiers as she tried to get an internal communications link up and running on a portable battlefield comm unit. Personal comm lines by way of the communicator pins were temporarily interrupted both into and out of the NNC. Soltan soldiers had breached the Marine deck, and the Marine fire teams and Security patrol teams assigned to guard the deck were putting up a fight and dealing with the hostile boarders. If JoNs could either use the portable unit to get some outbound wireless juice, or even to boost their personal wireless comms, then they could call for some much needed backup…if there was anyone available to back the NNC Gropos and Squids up. What had been the NNC command center and backup for the main bridge had degraded into a scene of controlled chaos. It was a blur of urban camo gray or black fatigues and Security gold jackets as ‘Court Marines and Security Guards flew this way and that as they protected their home turf and their ship and their friends’ lives. Interface consoles had been smashed or exploded, there were scorch marks across a few of the separation bulkheads, and soldiers and guards had taken cover behind partitions, officer furniture, lounge area furniture, and sadly, a dead body of a comrade as several Soltan boarding teams tore through the deck skirmish area. The remaining Marines and SEC guards on point guard were holding the area admirably, but there was an air of desperation on the recycled and smoky air as the remaining teams stationed in the marine command area were running out of options. The Caitian executive officer had managed to hook up with one of the secondary fire teams who had lost two of their crew in the pell mell skirmish blossoming across the NNC deck. The golden furred cat was barking orders to surviving teams like, well, a Marine drill instructor; she was certainly in the right territory for it. “You and you!” The ships exec pointed a paw at black fatigue clad Marines, “join up with the Epsilons, they need some backup with the southern corridor access points.” Her paw now flew to points towards a few gold jacket wearing Security grunts who had also made it through the first few skirmishes unscathed, “You guys! Go with Omega and see if you can find out what happened to the junior recon patrol that we had guarding the NNC armory access…and get word to the secondary squads that they are authorized to move forward and retake any compromised corridor or access positions!” The entire immediate area then exploded in light and sound as one of the Soltan incursion teams detonated what amounted to their version of a flash bang grenade; JoNs and everyone ducked and covered to avoid the scathing light and sound show. JoNs had to admit that the upgraded Tactical Proximity Sensor Body Armor (or PSBA for short) and the Bio Sign (BS) Detectors were working beautifully; any advantage that enabled the on call repel teams to deal with the raider boarding parties was welcome. Within the last eighteen hours -- while they had all been waiting for all hell to break loose -- the Marine and SEC patrol squads had been given rudimentary training on the combat armor vests and detectors thanks to Gunnery Sergeant Hefner and a few of the other senior NCOs that might have had the tactical knowledge regarding the new toys. The feline commander currently wore her own vest under her red hued command jacket, the front flap of the jacket left open and showing the dark combat vest underneath. Technology wise, all of the BS Detectors had been wirelessly configured and updated with the appropriate Soltan data in order to scan for the particular genetic signature of the enemy. JoNs had her own BS device secured to her left forearm by way of a combat protection sleeve, and for the most part had been tracking the Soltan soldiers body by body and very clearly. And the combat vest had saved the feline from a couple of nasty potential injuries. Tactical armored vests were wonderful, and the equipment was invaluable to an officer who served within either the Marine or Security branches of the Starfleet. The vest was constructed and rated to protect a wearer from weapons fire, that much was certain. Yet, everyone defending the NNC sensed that their advantages and time were both running out as the blue skinned and plasticized Soltan soldiers methodically beat them back at every corridor or waypoint within the deck area. After that last flash assault in the main common area, Kansas and the remaining fire team that had not been compromised or taken out or sent off to bolster various other positions on the Marine deck had holed up in the main locker room and were covering all entrances and exits and holding back the straggling Soltan incursion team as best they could. The enemy soldiers seemed to be blatantly aggressive at wiping out anything that moved that wasn’t a blue skin such as them, any Agincourt Andorian crew members aside. In a small section of her brain that wasn’t occupied with keeping herself and the remaining teams alive, the Caitian senior officer recalled that a couple of short days ago she had broken up a couple ‘getting it on’ and had words with one half of the guilty party, Matthews, regarding the whole incident that had happened within this same exact area…and life had indeed been much simpler then. Once the ‘Court soldier covering the one entry was blown back by an enemy energy beam that had the reverberating retort of an old fashioned shot gun within the locker area, a strange looking circular device was tossed through the now exposed doorway and smack dab into the middle of the locker room area that the teams were trying to hold. It didn’t take a genius to realize it was another Soltan version of a grenade. The flash bang stunned and knocked back the remaining occupants of the locker room, taking out two more members of the remaining fire team, leaving only JoNs and the big soldier acting as her protection to try and stem the tide of blue bodies that were encroaching. Both the feline and dark skinned Human male turned to take on the existing threat as one, phaser rifles raised and sighting down; sadly though, they didn’t stand a chance in hell and had reached the end of this particular standoff. The protection detail soldier that had been watching over the felinoid Ex Oh as she worked on the comm unit was dispatched quickly with a wavering subspace beam shot to the chest that knocked him down and out cold before he hit the decking, and then the two man (or woman…couldn’t really distinguish gender with these blue Soltan buggers, let alone trying to get used to the whole four arms thing) Soltan assault team went for Kansas as she attempted to scramble out the secondary entrance to the locker room, firing beam weapons in her wake. The feline was met by a third member of this particular enemy fire team, and shim/hir merely backhanded the shorter Cait across the muzzle with the butt of one of the strange Soltan rifles, sending the now stunned and disoriented feline flying in a flash of golden fur and command red into the nearby lockers with a muted thud. (To Be Continued during the 10.13.09 Sim)

Soltan Plot Information: 1.) Originally posted May 6, 2007 by Colonel Harper: Soltan - Humanoid, six-limbed (two legs, four arms), blue-skinned with a slightly plastic look to it. (Think Gumby & Friends). First encounted in the Alpha Quadrant. A Soltan vessel crashed on Alamis VIII; some bodies and a very limited amount of technology were recovered. - The Agincourt pursued two Soltan ships to the Perseus Arm, though no identification was made at that time. Later the subspace readings from their propulsion systems led the Agincourt to the planet S'b'una, where a team led by Rieve was warmly -- if bureaucratically -- greeted, and informed that the long-range drives the Agincourt wanted were solely owned by the military. - The Sbuna inhabitants gave directions and a landing-permit to S'a'va, the nearest planet with a military base. As the team was leaving, however, a Soltan class military vessel showed up and fired on the Agincourt, also succeeding in kidnapping four members of the crew despite the Agincourt's shields. The Agincourt was forced to flee that encounter. - Can apparently morph members of other races into Soltans. 2.) Originally posted May 16, 2007 by then Lt. Commander JoNs: =============Confidential================ ========Clearance Security Delta Niner======== =Code X83-x74 Agincourt Internal Comm Systems= To: All Security and Armory Department Personnel Line Officers: Lt. jg Spitfire, Lt. jg Nimetti, Lt. jg Black-Knight Re: Soltan Weapons and Tactical Information The weapons confiscated from the Soltan detainees are as follows: A dual capability hand weapon(s) that transforms from a gel-like ball into a weapon molding perfectly to the users hand grip. An energy rifle(s) with a special custom grip conducive to Soltan anatomy only; can not be operated by non-Soltans. Note: there will be no testing done on the confiscated hand weapons or rifles until further notice, and all weapons are being stored in the armory offices. The access code to the storage locker is known only to myself and Chief Armory Officer Esteban, and will only work in tandem with an ocular scan. The tactical information compiled to date from the Soltan/Gareem encounter and our past skirmishes with the Soltan is as follows: The morphing weapon causing the subspace vortex temporarily interferes with our comms and sensors, and will show as a disruption in local subspace. While the vortex weapon is in use, the combatant ship experiences a power increase and no weapons are employed while vortex is in use. Tactical speculation: The vortex weapon uses a large quantity of power to form, maintain and operate. Anyone manning the bridge tactical station will attempt to focus our programs and scanners on the specific period from the comm./sensor interference, the power spike and the weapons dampening – this cycle may contain an exploitable vulnerability point to the combatant ship. Note: Sciences is also running an investigation into the vortex tech. Both security and sciences will coordinate where needed with regard to future tactical planning and execution. - Lieutenant Commander JoNs cc: Lieutenant Odile Condacin =============Confidential================ ========Clearance Security Delta Niner======== =Code X83-x74 Agincourt Internal Comm Systems=

Thursday, October 8, 2009 MISSION BRIEF: The Cadet crew of the USS Greenleaf (Steamrunner Class) is on routine patrol and escort duties in the Mutara Sector. We are all piloting a Hammerhead Class starfighter, and we are escorting a damaged frieghter through a section of the sector that has had some pirate activity in the past. Note: the designation of the frieghter is the SS Australia. Command: Commander, Air Group (CAG) ----- STSF Kansas Fighter Pilot 1 (FP1) ----- STSF Kent Fighter Pilot 2 (FP2) ----- STSF Scooter Fighter Pilot 3 (FP3) ----- Lisanna Fighter Pilot 4 (FP4) ----- Joker Morgan Fighter Pilot 5 (FP5) ----- GSgtMikeHefner Fighter Pilot 6 (FP6) ----- Va'yel Fighter Pilot 7 (FP7) ----- TKAR ThursAcadLog9_10_08.txt

Might want to move forward with some sort of decision Kairi; Stargate U doesn't have the entertainment life to last a few more episodes. And as for the excessive makeup and every hair in place metnioned by Commander J? You know...there is nothing wrong with a scruffy looking group especially if they are in the middle of a stargate disaster. I saw token dust particles falling on peeps during the bombing scenes and that was it. The Stargate team's medic sported black/dark gray pearl earrings. Entertainment bling aside, the jewelry just looked really odd and out of place on a woman who was supposed to be a military grade medic. For a combat medic (or anyone serving), if there is a chance of you going into a skirmish, you shouldn't be sporting any kind of earring or nose ring or eyebrow stud or any sort of exposed jewelry or necklace. If a soldier were to catch the item on something, there goes a chunk of skin with it. I will give kudos to re-Imagined BSG: other then Starbucks (Katee Sackoff own personal jewelery aside) thumb ring that she sported, the BSG pilots never had noticeable jewelry or earrings on per military common sense.