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sorry nem, players aren't allowed to be gods :;): (tip: as many of the ancient greeks learned, the Gods usually didn't like it when the peons thought theyb were gods ::D: :D )

As to my earlier statements of Dac being Hera, I must recend them, leaving the postion to someone else, Dac is more like Nike the Godess of Victory :D and becuase I really like those "cushy" jobs, and I confused you earlier for Moose :;): I suppose Ziggy is Posidon

Okay Ziggy i suppose you are little more important than a Demi-God; you can be Aeolus, the King of the Winds ;) , now do i get a cushy job :D as for you germans: was sie nicht Deutsches sprechen, eine was tragödie and i am of full german decent

heyVan Roy I AM TOO!! (don't worry Gromvick got it wrong too) I thought Vulcans were always right!?!

Romulan Lt. :;): get it right, but hey i am pretty good with my bat'Leth just ask my fellow crewmen :D as for my own thoughts on the matter: Hera is Dactoah; although she gave Medusa a run for her money :D Aries is Moose Hades is Fred Athena is T'Rex/Blu Aphrodite is KBear (wow i am really trying to get brownie points :D ::D: ) Apollo is Grom well you other GM's I guess your just demi-gods ::D:

The trio of security officers, the Daise, N’dak and Nemesis, entered the TL after exiting engineering. After a few moments in the lift, the somewhat calmer and clothed N’Dak spoke up, telling the lift to halt. Immediately the Daise reacted demanding to know the meaning of the delay, she was no mood for any more of N’Dak ‘s trifling “What is the meaning of halting the TL!!” she demanded. “Right now there are more important things than our trivial differences,” he said trying to explain his actions before she really did kill him, “I apologize for my outburst earlier, I assure you it will na happen again, if it does, you can ship me back to Galee as a civilian.” Meanwhile the paranoid Erien Nemesis stood almost motionless twitching his lips in awe at the boldness of N’dak. “He is only trying to weasel his way out of this one,” he mumbled quietly to himself. Now infuriated by the her underlings insubordination, the Daise lost control of her self. “This is the second time!” she said, remembering a similar conversation in the TL earlier in the mission, “You are lucky the Daise Engineer spoke up for you earlier, but now, now I am considering continuing au punishment!!!” “Fine, but allow me to finish the mission my knowledge of the Klingons is invaluable,” Ndak said, trying to avert a replay of the scene in engineering. This left her quite at a loss for words for a brief time, which allowed N’Dak to pursue his other motive for stopping the lift. “As for you Erien Nemesis I frankly don’t care if you like me or not but…” he was interrupted mid-sentence by the Daise. “That is the problem with you, I worry you know to much about the Klingons,” she said. Realizing that defending himself against being accused of spying was slightly more important than dealing with the Erien’s lack of respect towards his superior officer, N’dak turned back to the Daise and blurted out that he had worked for the Tal’Shiar. He did not mean to reveal this information and quickly covered his mouth. Again the Daise seemed at a lack for words. Seeing an opportunity to take advantage, and possibly expose the spy he viewed N’Dak to be, Nemesis quickly looked at the Daise and spoke up. “Sir, we can deal with the Klingons, we have all we need from him, and are more than capable of handling them on our own.” Now it was N’dak who seemed at a loss for words, that and he really did not want to push the Daise much farther than he already had. Attempting to gain the upper hand again Nemesis continued, “I am curious,” he said turning to N’dak, “how you know so much of that Klingon garbage, you’re a spy for them aren’t you?” This enraged N’dak and with out thinking he blurted out to Nemesis, “I should Kill you were you stand.” Sensing that she was going to have to put both of her officers in the brig if she let the conversation go on much longer, the Daise resolved the matter quickly and efficiently. “STOP BOTH OF YOU!” she said pulling them apart, “We will work on this mission until completion, THEN AND ONLY THEN will we resolve this issue. AM I UNDERSTOOD?” Both sensing her anger quickly replied yes. After the narrow aversion of a battle royal in the TL, the Daise ordered the lift to start again, and the rest to the TL went on in silence. As the lift halted the Daise reminded them again they would be working as a team, and the two acknowledged this as they stepped out towards the Security area. Upon arrival at the security area, the three began preparations for the next away mission to the planet. N’dak had several suggestions for the Daise, however after saying them, she grabbed him by the neck and reminded him again that she, not him give the orders, all of which vastly pleased Nemesis as he prepared disruptor riffles. While she didn’t admit that it was because he suggested it, the Daise did decided that taking Plasma Grenades might be a good idea, and ordered N’Dak to prepare them for security teams. By now the Daise had all of the two’s crap she could handle and deicded to place reprimands in both of their files, as she did so each approached her with various questions. “How many grenades per team member do you want,” N’Dak said stoically. “NO less than three,” was all the Daise could say thru gritted teeth. The very sound of his voice was beginning to anger her, something that almost pleased N’Dak. Meanwhile Nemesis finished the disruptors and checked to make sure that the Daise was comfortable. N’dak viewed this behavior as groveling and almost found it amusing that such a proud Romulan would be reduced to groveling. Now that all the preparations had been made the Daise alerted the other Secuirty teams to be ready and the three headed off to equip them. Back in the TL, the head towards the Transporter room. The Daise, by this time, has decided it would be best not to have both of them in the same area with weapons and in volatile situation. “One of you will go with me and one of you will go with the engineering team.” Thinking he would rather take his chances with his Daise instead of the Engineering Daise (he had heard many stories about her cruelty towards underlings and that big stick she used on them) N’Dak spoke up, “I will go with you so you can keep an eye on me.” The Daise agreed to this reminding him that he would obey HER orders or else, she would shoot him herself. It was at this point that both of them noted that he didn’t have is usually bat’leth along for the trip, both mentally decided that was a good thing. As they both looked away from each other the lift halted and the doors opened. “LET’S MOVE OUT!” >>End Log

Rummer's the offical Drink of Dac and Dak's everywhere :D

Well you see Tino, Its kind of like the bids and the bee's...err the Vulcan Stork comes, err when two people love each other.....ahh crap wrong speech

I gotta join this sim!

For the Hera= The Wife of Zues Second in Command (behind every good man there is a woman) and the most vengeful of the gods (HMM its now down to T'Rex/Blu and Dac :D) Posidon= God the Sea and liked to pretend he created Horses Athena= Goddess of Wisdom Aries= God of War Hades= (Although i think Fred's Got this one) Aphrodite= Love Apollo= Music, Archary and the most vain of the lot Hermes (Mercury)= God of the Sun, Speed, atc. Artemis (Goddes of the Hunt)= we will also include Demi-God=Herackles (Hercules)= I really should have to tell you who he is

That's right dac let me buy you a Rummer ::D: :D

::slightly amused:: Yes I understand a9, its talon joke (blame t'rex) i suppose ::grinning:: i settle for the Romulan James Kirk

a romulan does not beg, or spell :D but i would be appreciative if the almisty a-9 would be so kind to ablige

how bout..Sweet Cheaks, the Senator's Son

Various Thoughts and Rambles: 9/11 was scarly ironic for becuase I was wearing my I Love NY t-shirt that i had gotten the summer before. The Horror was very real for many in my community becuase we have a large population of New Yorkers where i live who were very concerned about their loved ones the day was very disorientating becuase i was cut-off from news becuase my school hadn't got the cable lines installed yet so we were pretty much cut-off from the world and in closing, the poem bellow is a cutting from a poem called 'Night' by Elie Wiesel, it is not a poem about 9/11 but instead the holocaust however i find it very appropriate Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust.

Would this really suprise anyone knowing the crative minds that now govern the show? But seriosuly, let's hear some ideas on episode possiblities, they just might use them.

Your lucky i Don't yy'a you!!..what you say t'rex? can i yy'a him?

...and we were singing bye bye bye mister panda guy..

yeah nem she was red hot with those dice last time :cool: just ask my shoulder....oh yeah and the Talon is the best becuase of our great medical staff like tr'nurse :D ;)

I have to go with the Talon, not just becuase t'rex would yy'a me (have my pointed ears for you non-romulans), but think about it... The Talon is like the Hummer of The fleet...she is big (bigger than your pathetic Arcadia) powerful and heck we have a dino for a captain...just ask any spoonhead!

PERSONAL LOG Ne'Erein Destorie Ma’Lyn N’dak ASEC RES Talon Stardate 0309.07 >Begin Log I can’t wait to tell mom I got stabbed; I can’t wait to see her reaction to another scar. ::a chuckle is heard:: I am thinking I shouldn’t tell her because first she will yell at me, then my father and then… well she might just take her wrath out on the Enarrain, and that would not be good for me or the crew…hmm ill just have to omit that I got stabbed in my next letter home. What else ;:a tapping can be heard in the background:: I think I am finally settled into this place that they call quarters. Heck my quarters on Qo’Nos were more….luxurious than this…that’s kind of funny..Klingon and Luxury in the same sentence…::a slight pause then a chuckle:: I don’t think they even have that word in their dictionary. More news…the Daise is defiantly going to yy’a me…we are supposed to have some sort of meeting…that’s always great. And I swear I am having that…that… that ::another slight pause then some Klingon expletives:: nurse reported to the Medical Board Director on Galee…::an evil chuckle:: father will take care of that for me… Well I must go….have to get treatment on this wound…as a side note…when I get my hands on the Klingon Fhvae that did this to me…ill send him straight to Gre’Thor Computer End Log

I am going with Fred on this, and a series with Riker would be the perfect venue for such a series...just one more request though...we get some one new running the program, I don't think I can handle another Berman and Bragga Production...becuase I am sure that about the fourth season that the Enterprise crew will meet the Borg ::):

Perhaps if people are apathetic with the academy sims, they need to get togather on thier own time for sims where they controll the plot line, you know like the old days of the holosuite. Another alternative would be for the GM's to host a 'free-style' sim once and while, you know more relaxed, not so ridged (no offense but that is the only way i could think to word it, I am perfectly happy right now) The problem with that becomes the infamous "captain...I DETECT 40 BORG CUBES ON SCREEN!!!" ----and you just left space dock.....anyway thats my thoughts on the matter.

well if the boss lady says no...the boss lady says no,...ill stick with the one i got.

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