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PERSONAL LOG Ne’Arrien N’Dak ASEC RES Talon Stardate 0310.30 >Begin Log< N’Dak waited for the Daise Dheno to leave for her *meeting* with the Ennarien. “If she slapped me for sitting in her chair, elements only know what she will do to her for letting that thing escape.” He nodded to t’Ksa and the others and strolled out of Medical towards a TL. He rubbed his face. He had just been slapped by t’Rexen. He thought he was lucky that’s all she did to him as he entered the TL. “Main Security.” As the lift traveled towards his destination he thought about the hologlyph of t’Rexen standing among dead Cardassians and Jem’Hader he had in his quarters. He had just sat in her command chair and lived to tell about it, albeit with a hand print across his face. He smiled to himself thinking about what she had told him before she left the Oira. “N'Dak, au have the oira, I wish to go speak with Daise Erei Riov tKsa. Don't scratch the paint. Don't **** my ship up. Don't touch anything more than au have to... And...stay khoi my seat!” He smirked. “Like she didn't know I was gonna run and jump to sit in the seat of the yeh mighty t'Rexen?” The lift halted and he exited towards Main Security. He entered and took a seat behind the Daises desk. “She will be on the Oria for a while I imagine,” N’Dak said with an evil grin as he filled out some reports. >End Log<

::snickers:: warn button ::snickers:: anyway...i like the new borads becuase you can do dfont things wiht your signature a lot easier...hehe check mine out :rolleyes:

I for one would like to thank A-9 for closing such topics that involve anything that has to do with Pon Farr and Britney Spears. Here Here! secondly a word of adivce to my fellow STSF'ers if it involves sex or anything poltically charged please just don;t waste your time...A-9 Lightin' Bolts ain't gonna miss

::chuckles at HD:: The real hill billies are little further north...up hur in West by god Virginia... AND YES IT I IS A STATE!!!! It isn't the Western part of Virginia!!! and please no redneck jokes, I have heard them all...

PERSONAL LOG Ne’Arrien Destorie N’dak ASEC RES Talon Stardate 0310.20 >Begin Log N’dak whipped some dust off his uniform and nodded to t'Aehjae and asked her is he was off duty for time being. She acknowledged this was okay. He turned, saluted and headed to his quarters. O On the way there the images of the little, malnourished children flooded his brain. He couldn’t shake the thought of the little children starving and working in a field. “We do this to them so that we can live a ‘better’ life,” he said to himself. “They are a lesser race, we are superior to them, it is their genetic lot to be subservient.” But the words seemed empty and hollow, and the image of the little boy devouring the ration bar kept popping into his head. “What makes us any better than them?” he thought to himself. “is it because we have disruptors and Singularity Cores? Or is it because we are as a race superior? I will contact father and make sure that these people are well taken care of after we leave this area.” He continued walking down the corridor, oblivious to the world around him. So oblivious he walked straight into Crewman tr’Mokrah. He apologized to the rather tall and burley Romulan and continued onto his quarters. He felt his shoulder, where the Klingon had stabbed him on the planet. He was lucky that the Daise'Maenak t’Ksa had been on the planet and was able to quickly see to his medical needs. She really wasn’t as...scary as some of the crewmen had made her out to be. In fact he found her almost genial at times. He decided she had probably just spent to much time in the Maenak Bay alone. He rounded the corner of the corridor and came to then entrance of his quarters. He quickly disrobed and slipped into a more comfortable tunic and sat down and wrote a report to his father on the status of the surfs on the planet below, requesting that he personally make sure the transport ships bound for the Planet arrived and gave them proper supplies. He sent the message and retired to his bed. The bed was fairly comfortable, even by Romulan Military Standards, as he thought about that, he again returned his thoughts again to the little children. “Father I hope and pray by the Elements that you will receive my message and attend to it properly.” N’dak then slowly drifted off into dreamland. >End Log

praise the gods...finally something to do on the weekends

heheh i agree van roy...I am waitng for the Borg to show up at any moment

::gigling:: well you could argue whether or not ENT should be canon..... :D

I suppose this somehow explains why missed out on the fun of being a concubine. PERSONAL LOG Ensign Koshic L. N’dak, Ph.D. ASCI USS Arcadia Stardate 0310.05 >Begin Log as this log begins N’dak has returned from getting his hair cut and is on his way to Science Lab 2 when he begins to feel queasy ::holding his stomach:: Ugh! I don’t think I am going to make it to work this afternoon, I think I am going to call in sick. ::He heads towards his quarters:: Ugh I knew I shouldn’t have ate that Rootin’ Tootin’ Chile in mess hall. ::the swish of doors is heard:: Computer dim-lights >End Log N’dak types a letter to Chief Lo’ami and then goes to sleep. >>------------------------------------------------- To: Lt. Cmdr. Lo’Ami From: Ensign Koshic N’dak Subject: Missing Shift I will be unable to work my shift today as I am feeling under the weather I will report tomorrow to sick-bay if I am not feeling any better. [/color]

::tapping Nem on shoulder:: i think jaruq is somehting called a Felina (sp) :wink: :D

yesh! see what i started...

Time for the Romulan's 2 cents whether you like it or not: First.. Starships have bathrooms...they are just called Water Closets in the 24th century Second...A sunday nigth advanced sim would be great (10 est !!!) Thirsd..I know all about not out ranking your Chief...ain't that right Daise T'a/KBear ? Becuase desptie we are the same rank Lt (jg) or Ne'Arrien in Romulan and were promoted at the same time she still out ranks me becuase she is a Daise

while looking over the roster for the Mighty Klingon ship QoB on their lovely web site, I syumbled upon this in the "award section' ¤ - Brain Fart of the Year (Exceptional act of stupidity) well...all i have to say is its good thing none of the sims i am on give that away!...or the acadmies for that matter :wink: but if we do ::looking at t'rex:: would speaking Klingonesse on the oira of a romulan ship get me a nomination?

if there is a disruptive chatter in the st.com rooms how do you go about reporting him?

PERSONAL LOG Ensign Koshic L. N’dak, Ph.D. ASCI USS Arcadia Stardate 0310.01 >Begin Log ::the gentle hum of a TL can be heard:: Think Before you speak, bah! I could have swore II had the spotted little…lt. Cmdr (he reminded himself) in class. ::the TL doors slide open and N’dak walks down a hallway to his quarters:: At least I am moved in now. I am going to look that up…I swore I had him in class. ::he enters his quarters and places his duty jacket on the table and goes over to his desk:: ::the tapping on a consol can be heard:: Here it is, transcript for Cadet Arphazad Lo'Ami. ::he pauses while he looks over the material:: Hmm, seems he was correct. Anyway. I am not sure what it was but when I went to speak with the Mr. Jaruq I got the strangest feeling, it was like a sharp tingle up my spine, and I still have this headache. I am sure The Counslor will have a hayday with me. I can’t believe the captain is making me have a psionic evaluation, ::he picks up a PADD and starts talking in his best Moose voice:: “Good Morning Ensign, I would like you to undergo a psionic abilities test, please make an appointment with Counselor Knlwatcher.” Pah! ::he puts the PADD down and gets up and walks to what look like some sort of prayer rug with a medium sized gold statute and is surrounded by candles:: One of these days Umaboto (the Elasian God/Statute) One of these days… ::he lights one of the candles and then returns to the desk:: Now let see here, what do we have on the Arcadyians: Medieval, Matriarchal society…hmm a cross between the Organians and the women of Angel One…cute. I wonder who is going to get picked to be Commander Dactoah’s ‘love slave’ ::he smirks and picks up another PADD and pull his hair back up…which has fallen down…again:: A (mumbles) bow for my hair…ha :he continues looking over the information about the Arcadians and then takes out another PADD and begins to write up a Cultural Assessment of them after finishing he gets up and walks over to the mirror looking at his long hair, which has fallen down again:: Alright that does it I am getting this cut, I am sure they have a good Bolian barber somewhere on this ship ::he looks up barbers in the Arcadia Yellow PADDS and makes an appointment:: Hmm two hours, I think Ill take a nap before I get my hair cut. Computer set alarm to wake me in 1.5 hours and End Log. >End Log

:starst to say something:: no i am not even going to ;) so whats ours then t'rex?

thats what i figured, thank you ;) i fiugured if there was some other way you would know

so does that mean we can wear'em ;)

Alright, after trying to figure out who is who, with in the sims and the acadamies, I have decided that the STSF Pantheon is right there with the Greeks, but I am having some problems figuring out which GM is Which God, lets see if you can help. Zeus= A-9 (okay that one wasn't hard) Hera= Posidon (Neptune for the less adept)= Athena= Aries= Hades= (Although i think Fred's Got this one) Aphrodite= Apollo= Hermes (Mercury)= Artemis (Goddes of the Hunt)= With that we have the GM Pantheon of Gods, You decide who is who!

I think i should be 'The Romulan James Bond'

::batting eyes:: SPY!?!? where?

Dunno fred, the new grey ones are pretty cool...not as cool as the 4th season Babylon 5 ::looks to Blu/T'rex:: You sur we can't wear them in stead of those goddy romulan tunics?

::grins evilly:: First don't be discouraged... The reason I sanpped at you was that with romulans the chain of command is very important (belive me i know ::looks around the brig:;) I wanted to suprise the klingons (another biggie for the romulans) and fanning out and galvaanting all over would have given us away...so don't be discouraged, the initiative was good :nod: second, everyone has problems with the rooms, its a constant problem even the GM's (cough*gromvick*cough), but i understand they are working on that.

yeah fred has a point not matter how bad TMP was (those uniforms were pretty bad!!) it will never surpass the horidness of ST V ::shudders just thinking about it::...oh and there is nthing dorky about the TOS uniforms...have you seen the dresses the women wore?? :wink:

(M) you better not start singing that on the talon...t'ksa will yy'a you! :;): anyway...welcome skrew..yes not all acadmies involve ships blowing up and people dieng...just most of the time.