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About Jaden Praxx

  • Birthday 06/04/1981

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  1. "This is asinine" Praxx mumbled to himself under his breath. Between his time in the security office prior to the department meeting and now here on the bridge he'd been closely monitoring the internal sensors and security grid for a solid hour and a half scanning for whatever it was that apparently was loose on the ship. Several crew members, including himself, had reported seeing someone on the ship that didn't belong there. Hell he'd stood no more than five feet away from himself not two hours ago. Yet despite the now over two dozen reports that had come in from various crewmembers throughout various parts of the ship, sensors hadn't detected a thing. The first thought that had gone through his mind when he'd run into his 'duplicate'...he didn't know what else to call it...was "changeling." They were after all in the gamma quadrant, having frequent dealings with what remained of the Dominion, and they were in the midst of searching for the founders. He realized that the group of changelings who called themselves "the hundred" might not necessarily want Excalibur to succeed in that quest, and may have planted one of their number, or perhaps more than one? on the ship to attempt to interfere. Still it didn't make sense, crewmen had reported seeing people which means if it were a changeling, he'd found some way to mask himself from internal sensors. Even if the changeling had taken the form of one of the crew, the security net would still register that there was an extra body aboard and sound the alert. But it hadn't, and what's more, intense scans run of areas where sightings had been reported hadn't turned up a thing. It was beyond frustrating and he was genuinely starting to wonder if he and a good portion of the rest of the crew might be under the influence of some hallucinagenic that they'd picked up on the planet. That was not a very comforting thought. He did remember hearing about beings who could mask themselves to sensors, the prisoners of Angosia, such as Roga Danar who'd briefly been held aboard the Enterprise-D, Species 8472 which Voyager had encountered in the Delta Quadrant, but he'd never heard of a changeling exhibiting this ability. If they took the form of some inanimate object, sensors wouldn't detect anything but whatever object is had assumed the form of, but that was no inanimate object that had been sitting on his bunk. Maybe it wasn't a changeling...but if not a changeling, and not some hallucinagenic pollen from the planet, what the hell was it. He knew he wouldn't be able to get it out of his head until that question had been answered...
  2. god I could almost see this in the Caption contest...I mean you've got Troi in the background with this expression like "Good lord what is wrong with that guy?" and then Data's looking up at him like "this dude's nuts get him the **** away from me!" And Riker's just turned away too disgusted to watch anymore...good stuff, :(
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  4. this log takes place a few hours after "Mistaken Identity (part 2)" Praxx walked down the corridor towards B'Etor's quarters wanting to talk to her about what had happened down on the planet earlier this morning. He stopped in front of the door to her quarters and hit the door chime going over in his mind what he was going to say to her. The door opened and B'Etor stood there, smiling towards someone in the other room. Her gaze moved to the person who rang the chime and her smiled faded, and a look of confusion crossed her face. Her hair back in a ponytail, she looked down the hall, then back to Praxx, blinking. "Can I help you Mister...Praxx?" "Can you...ya you can help me dammit, you can tell me what the hell got into you down on the planet and what in the world is..." he stopped as he heard a man's voice coming from the adjacent bunk room. "Is someone here?" he asked incredulous and shouldered his way past her and into the main living area of the quarters making his way back toward the bedroom area. She heard him and her face shifted into a look of complete puzzlement. She looked towards the living area, and was moved aside by Praxx and she looked at him like he was insane. "What…of course, what business is it of yours?!" When Praxx came into view of the couch, he saw Ensign Hinklin sitting there, sipping a glass of blood wine. Hinklin looked at Praxx and smiled to him. "Praxx! Have a seat!" B'Etor shook her head, moving in front of Praxx, her head shaking repeatedly. "No! He is not joining us! What is the meaning of barging into my quarters and just... walking in here like that!" She was obviously flustered at what Praxx thought he was doing. Putting her hands on her hips, she tapped her foot, looking up at Praxx, in annoyance, waiting for a reason why he would just…barge in to her quarters. He stood for a moment staring at Patterson his gaze a mix of rage and shock. Finally he narrowed his eyes and through gritted teeth spoke to her in barely a whisper. "I would have expected better from you." he said, practically seething at her. He then turned and stormed out of the quarters. "Better from…You barged into my quarters!" She went after him, grabbing his arm, spinning him in the doorway. "What the hell is the matter with you?! You barely even acknowledge me and you get all weird because I have a man in my quarters?! What are you, my father?" She stared up at him, wondering what his problem was. He stood there, his face contorted by rage and remembered the bizarre encounter he'd had with her down on the planet. he assumed that this was her way of getting even but even for her this was way over the line. he jerked his arm out of her grip and stared her down feeling such a torrent of emotions cascading through him he couldn't organize his thoughts enough to say anything coherent. "Save it." he said again through clenched teeth and then turned and walked away down the corridor. She rolled her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. She walked back into her quarters and paused, realizing she didn't really care. She and Praxx weren't friends, they didn't even look at each other in the corridors. "Hope he fixes that disorder..." Praxx stormed down the corridor towards his own quarters and walked through the doors punching the bulkhead as he crossed the threshold. "What the hell is going on around here?!" he asked himself aloud. First he and B'Etor had gotten into a huge argument down on the planet and she'd been talking about things that he'd said to her that he obviously hadn't since he hadn't even been there. Then he pays her a visit in her quarters and she acts like she barely knew him. "Who's there?" he heard a voice ask him from the bedroom. The voice sounded eerily familiar and he was sure his mind must be playing tricks on him. He walked across the shared living space and headed into the bunk room and froze, his eyes growing so wide he thought they might pop out of his head. He blinked a few times as if he were hallucinating and trying to clear his vision. He turned around suddenly pulling a phaser out of the dresser next to the door and turned back to the man sitting on his bunk and leveled his phaser at…a pile of rumpled sheets. The man was gone, and again Praxx found himself standing there blinking his eyes as if trying to clear an illusion that his brain was trying to fool him with. “He was there…” Praxx said to himself out loud. Then it hit him, it was the only explanation that made sense. The argument down on the planet, the encounter just now in her quarters, all of it. There were a few details that still didn't fit, but it was the only explanation he could come up with, save perhaps for him having lost his mind down on that planet, which given what had happened with B’Etor could be just as likely. He’d have to put that off until later though, because if his first hypothesis was correct, the ship was in imminent danger. He shifted the phaser to his other hand and slapped his combage. “Praxx here, intruder alert!”
  5. this log takes place immediately after "Mistaken Identity (part 1)" B'Etor shifted, not used to sleeping on the ground. She moaned softly, smiling as she barely opened her eyes, seeing Jaden lying next to her. Seeing him made any minor aches from sleeping on a hard ground go away. She rolled over, and slid her arm across his waist, nestling her body against his. She kissed his neck softly, and closed her eyes again. "Morning, baby…" She whispered into his ear, nuzzling her ridged nose against the nape of his neck. Praxx stirred and felt her move up against him. He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair and suddenly noticed something was wrong. He opened his eyes looking down and drew in a sharp breath of surprise as he scrambled away and up into a sitting position as he saw the klingon/romulan medical officer lying next to him. "Patterson!" he said, shock clear in his raised tone. "What the hell are you doing here?!" B'Etor smiled, still half out of it from sleep. She leaned up, resting on her elbow and her black eyes opened more. She yawned and looked at him oddly as he stared at her with a look she had never seen across his face before. After collecting her senses, she sat all the way up and her arched brows furrowed in a look of awe and confusion. "You haven't called me by my last name since the Academy. What do you mean what am I doing here? You invited me, remember?? Shore leave...?" She stared at him wondering what was wrong with him. "I didn't invite you anywhere, I was down here with Ensign MacKenzie, where is she??" he was becoming belligerent and his tone was gradually escalating. He was clearly very confused and seemed to also be somewhat disoriented. "Ensign MacKenzie!?" Her ridged nostrils flared as she looked at him, her black eyes widening. A look of anger came over her face and she growled lowly at him. "Why would MacKenzie be here?! You invited me to come with you since we have barely seen each other since we graduated!" "Patterson I don't know what the hell you're up to but I'm not amused." he said gathering up his things from the tent and standing quickly. He moved outside and headed for the equipment pack. "You've gone way too far here." He used the comm unit on the pack to contact the Excalibur and a few moments later he dematerialized leaving her standing alone outside the tent. "What!? Amused?! You weren't saying that last night!" She watched him and she went from angry to completely confused. Seeing him leave she paused for a moment, running over the last few hours in her head. "We…beamed down... sat at the lake...made a fire…he said it was great...what…" She got a look of bewilderment and then she thought of Ensign MacKenzie again. "MACKENZIE!? WHAT…HOW DARE HE!" She started pacing, her Klingon temper flaring to a boiling point. She glared around, her fists opening and closing at her side as she started mumbling horrific things under her breath Praxx walked over the last ridge and saw B'Etor standing outside of the tent. She looked a little tense and he wondered if maybe she was upset about something. He had taken his combadge with him so she could easily have located him if she'd wanted to so he assumed she wasn't mad about him being gone. As he walked down the hill towards her she turned and looked at him and the glare that she sent his way stopped him in his tracks... Her head high, her eyes were wide, her breathing going in deep pants, as if a bull about to charge the fighter. She saw him stop and her fists continued to open and close. "Oh, first you run off, screaming about Ensign MacKenzie, now you just walk back!? If you want to be with Ensign MacKenzie you could have just told me!" She moved towards the tent, and then stopped, looking back at him. "MacKenzie… are you insane?!" He stood there with his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide and for a moment was as still as stone. Then he suddenly blinked away the haze, and started moving down the hill towards her. "What the hell are you talking about B'Etor??" He asked, clear confusion evident in his voice. "I woke up this morning and you acted like you had seen your worst enemy in bed with you!? How could you?! Why would you invite me, then want Ensign MacKenzie?!" Her eyes almost looked hurt, but her pursed chocolate colored lips, flared nostrils and posture screamed anger. "You packed all your stuff and left!" She turned her back to him, starting to pack her own stuff up. "You want MacKenzie, the wet mop, fine!" "MacKenzie...Erica MacKenzie? The science tech? What the hell has she got to do with anything?" he asked, her words just not sinking in and his confusion growing exponentially by the second. He could tell she was obviously very upset about something, and it seemed that her anger was directed at him and apparently it had something to do with Erica MacKenzie, but he still wasn't able to put all the pieces together. "What is it you're so upset about??" "WHAT AM I UPSET ABOUT!? YOU TOLD ME YOURSELF THAT YOU INVITED MACKENZIE HERE…AND MY BEING HERE WAS GOING WAY TO FAR!" She was yelling now, and her eyes were starting to well with tears. She wanted to hit him, smack him, something, but the pain of him wanting MacKenzie over her was winning over the anger and she started to feel nauseous. "All I want to know is why... Why would you invite me here and then say it's not amusing? I thought…you told me you…you loved me..." Her voice got low and her chin started to quiver slightly. She would be damned if she was going to cry in front of him. Turning from him, she gathered up the last of her stuff. "B'Etor I don't know what the hell you're talking about but I've been gone for nearly three hours. I woke up early and didn't want to disturb you so I went for a walk." He had no idea what she was talking about with this conversation she said she'd had with him but it was clear that something was horribly awry here. "No...you weren't! You were lying right next to me! I put my arm around you, I felt you…I kissed your neck! I know it was you!" She paused, looking at him, her eyes getting wide again, the hard, rhythmic panting starting up again. She clutched the pack she had put her stuff into and her hand went up, pointing randomly around. "If this is some kind of…sick joke…you and MacKenzie or Josh are pulling..." She moved by him, her shoulder jamming into his arm. "What did I do to deserve this... I can't..." She walked away, having no idea where she was going. He stood there dumbfounded watching her stalk away still not knowing what the hell was going on. He called after her but she ignored him and kept walking. He thought about walking after her but decided that it'd be better to just give her some time to work out whatever she was upset about while he tried to figure out just what exactly was going on. He sighed and seemed to visibly deflate as he moved back towards the tent and crawled inside taking a seat on his sleeping mat and trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts racing through his head. She was seething with anger and yet felt so crushed by what Jaden had done to her. How dare he humiliate her and make her feel like some dog to be kicked into the gutter. She tapped her combadge, beaming back to the ship…
  6. this log takes place the morning after "Shoreleave Camping Trip" Praxx awoke and saw that it was still dark outside. B’Etor was lying next to him breathing softly. He sat up and leaned over her, kissing her softly on the forehead and then climbed quietly out of the tent. The sky was starting to take on a deep purple hue near the horizon and he guessed the sun would rise in about thirty minutes. He walked over to the equipment pack and grabbed his combadge pinning it to his chest and then started walking out towards the wooded area that he’d passed on last night when they had been looking for firewood. He walked along the side of the river heading east and watching the sky at the horizon as it gradually lightened from deep purple towards red, then lightening to orange as the sun began to peek up over the ridgeline. He kept walking enjoying the fresh air and the feeling of the grass beneath his bare feet. It was a welcome change, being able to just relax and let all of the thoughts and ordeals that they’d had to deal with over the past few weeks just drain away. They had allied themselves with a race who just a few years ago had been one of the most fearsome enemies the federation had ever known Then there had been the incident with the fighter wing they had lost. Twelve men who’s bodies had been…branded for lack of a better word with some bizarre alien symbol and completely drained of blood by some means the medical examiners still hadn’t fully identified. At least not with any degree of certainty. Then, during the efforts to recover those fighters and their doomed pilots, the ship had been attacked by a group of unidentified raiders who after a few minutes of exchanging potshots with Excalibur had warped off to gods only knew where leaving the crew scratching their heads and wondering what that had been all about. It wasn’t until after the pilots had been recovered that the idea started to crop up that maybe those raiders had been responsible for the condition of their lost crewmen. None of that mattered now though, for these two days that Corizon had granted the crew shoreleave he could just leave it all on the ship and relax, really relax since he hadn’t since before his parents had been killed. Camping, fishing, roasting marshmallows in front of a fire, he hadn’t done any of those things for over ten years and he remembered now how much he’d enjoyed it when he had. Since his parents had passed, he had filled his time with studies, and training, and meditation, and anything else he could think of to keep his mind off of the horrible pain he felt when he thought about them and what fate had become them. He could only hope they had been killed and not assimilated by those mindless cybernetic zombies and that bastard Picard. He knew that Picard wasn’t really responsible for what had happened per se, that his free will and ability to make decisions and control his actions had been superseded by the borg collective, but somehow he still couldn’t quite bring himself to entirely forgive the captain of the Enterprise. He took a seat on the grass at the edge of the river and leaned back on his hands watching as the sun climbed up from below the horizon. He immediately felt its warmth basking over him and closed his eyes savoring the sensation letting it melt away everything that he and the rest of the crew had gone through over the past few months, he almost didn’t want to go back to the ship. That thought brought a little chuckle out of him as he laid down on his back stretching his arms back and interlacing his fingers behind his head…
  7. They sat together at the edge of the river that ran through the plain that they had chosen for their campsite, having finally scared off the little rabid dingo creatures that B'Etor had decided to have for lunch. He was still a little unsettled by that but decided to just try and put it out of his mind and suddenly thought of the perfect way to do it. He got a big boyish smile on his face and got up to his feet quickly running over to the equipment pack they'd brought down. He reached inside and pulled out two cases bringing them back over and handing one to B'Etor before sitting back down. "Ever been fishing?" he asked her, a sense of joy and excitement in his tone that she didn't see from him very often. She was over the fact that a bunch of satanic squirrels had tried to attack them. Didn't bother her in the slightest. She heard him get up and shifted her gaze to where he ran off to. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, and then saw him come back. She heard the question and stared at him as if asking what it was. "I'm sorry? What is a fishing?" She saw the look on his face and couldn't help but smile, seeing a rare excitement in his eyes and his movements she had only seen once or twice before. He sat beside her and hastily opened up the case pulling out the various pieces of the pole and assembling them quickly. He used the mini replicator in the case and created some bait which he attached to the hook on the end of the line and then took the pole by the handle at the end of it. "Watch." he said as he angled the pole back behind him and then cast the line out into the river. "The bait on the line attracts the fish and they come and bite it, getting stuck on the hook. Then you just reel them in and voila...dinner." he said smiling and slowly starting to play out the line letting the current drag it out a little and waiting for the tell tale tug that would tell him he had a bite. She watched him, staring at what he did and was given a pole and looked at it, tilting her head. She then watched him, with an almost child like curiosity. Listening she nodded, seeing the line go out and nodded again. "Line.. pole.. attracts..dinner.." She looked up at him and nodded, shrugging. "How hard is this?" She copied him and waited. After a moment her Klingon impatience got the best of her and she pulled it back in, and held the pole like a spear and looked in the water and with a swift motion, speared the pole into the water, pulling out a fish on a stick. "Dinner..." She looked up at him with a blank expression, then smiled big. She beamed at him and wiggled her hips in excitement of her first catch. He stared at her for a moment and then burst into uncontrolled laughter. After a moment he was lying on the ground nearly in the fetal position laughing so hard his chest began to hurt from the lack of breathing. He nearly lost his grip on the pole as he finally was able to gather himself enough to take a few deep breaths between chuckles. "That's not exactly the traditional method." he said still grinning, his face red from the laughing and his breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He just shook his head and started to reel in his line. The sky overhead was starting to take on an orange-ish tint as the sun drew near the horizon. He finished reeling in the line and set the pole down on the ground, taking hers, with the now dead fish still stuck on the end of it and also set it down and then took her hand and started walking towards a ridge a few hundred meters away. "Come on." he said pulling her along. She watched him laugh and her brow furrowed, wondering what was so funny as he rolled around on the ground. She looked at her catch and then him. "I don't get it... I caught the fish… isn't that the whole point??" Not getting an answer since he was laughing so hard, she watched him a moment. Watching him take her prized catch, then her hand, she looked up at him as he started tugging on her. "Where are we going now? Jaden..?" She walked with him, moving to the ridge with him. "Come on." he said again still pulling her along. "I haven't sat and watched a sunset since I was a boy back on Earth. I'll be damned if I'm going to miss this chance." He seemed happier than she'd seen him in a long time. They got to the top of the ridge and he stopped, moving close to her and pulling her close to him putting his arm around her shoulder. The view was breath taking. There was a tall mountain chain several kilometers away silhouetted on the horizon and the river they'd been fishing on stretched out towards it, catching the red-orange-ish light of the sun as it approached the horizon line. She went with him, not wanting to stop him from enjoying something he obviously missed. She stood with him and felt his arm go around her shoulders, smiling. She rested her body against his and looked up at him, seeing the look on his face. She rarely saw him this happy, but she was glad she was there to share it with him. She nuzzled her head to his chest, watching with him the sky changed colors ever so slowly. "Jaden..." "Hmm?" he said in way of response still staring out at the horizon as the sun began to be slowly swallowed up by the horizon. He took a moment letting his eyes drift upward and gazed across the sky watching it change from a deep orange at the horizon, through shades of crimson and becoming a pinkish purple color directly overhead. He then traced the same line back down towards the horizon again and smiled at the sight. She watched his expressions and saw the look in his eyes and she smiled, looking towards the sunset. A million things going through her mind as she paused after his semi-response to her. "Thank you..." She said it softly and her arm wrapped around his back, burrowing herself more into the crook of his arm. He looked down at her smiling warmly as the sun dipped below the horizon leaving them in twilight. "Thank you for what?" he asked turning towards her. She watched the jagged horizon turn deep shades of red and purple, not looking up at him as he turned to her. Seeing the horizon darken, her gaze shifted to him, a soft smile crossing her lips. "For… this moment, for allowing me to share that with you…for… everything." Her eyes met his and her black eyes got darker as the sun completely disappeared and the darkness of the forest surrounded them. "Well I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said softly and then his face lit up and a big grin crossed his face. "Because now its time for my favorite part of camping!" he headed off back down the hill towards the fishing poles they'd left on the ground. He grabbed hers, the fish still hanging from the end of it and moved back over towards their campsite and setting the pole down near the equipment pack. "We need to find some twigs and branches." he called to her and started looking around, seeing a small wooded area a few hundred meters away on the other side of the river. He walked back towards the bank and looked over. The river was a good 15 meters wide and probably almost that deep. There was still enough light left that he could see and he looked up and down both banks and saw some small rapids in the river a little ways upstream. He knew that meant that there were large rocks just under the water's surface and that he'd probably be able to cross there without having to swim. He made his way over towards them and took off his boots and socks, rolling his pant legs up. She watched him, not sure what he was doing, but shook her head. She grabbed his arm and looked up at him. "Jaden, what the hell are you doing? You can't… twigs? There is an entire forest behind you, why do you have to go over there?!" She got a worried, concerned look on her face, the fear of him falling into water, evident in her eyes. He looked at where she was indicating and saw the forest she mentioned, but he judged that it was at least a kilometer and a half distant. "Nah," he said, "this is much closer." he held his arms out straight to either side of him for balance and began making his way slowly across the rocks. They were pleasantly smooth and the water felt wonderful, but the rocks were also a little slippery and he nearly lost his footing a few times before he made it to the other side. He turned around and held his arm out towards her jerking his head indicating that he wanted her to cross with him. She looked at him and shook her head, after watching him, she looked at the water, then back to him. She shook her head, knowing what he wanted to her do was ludicrous, and dangerous. She had watched him and figured she could do it too. Tossing aside any logic or reasonable thought, she started to cross. She looked to see where to step next, slowly making her way across. She was just a few meters from him and smiled, as if done. She looked towards him and went for the next rock, her look of satisfaction and her smile of accomplishment were replaced with shock as she felt her foot shift off the rock and her body fell quickly. She let out a cry and her body slammed into the water. Her cry was abruptly replaced with a loud splash as her body disappeared. He watched her fall in and looked momentarily concerned before he saw her head pop up out of the water and then he couldn't help but chuckle at her a little. She glared up at him clearly annoyed at having fallen in and even more annoyed that he was laughing about it. He smiled down at her and then unzipped his uniform top dropping it on the grass at his feet and taking off the department yellow undershirt as well and dropping it next to it. Then he took his pants off leaving them in a heap and dove into the river to join her. For a moment she couldn't see where he'd gone, it having gotten dark enough that it was impossible to see below the surface of the water. Then he surfaced directly behind her and put his arms around her waist. "Boo." he said quietly kissing her cheek. Her look of annoyance quickly changing to concern as he had jumped in, but not come up. She felt arms grab her from behind and she smiled hearing him. Turning in the water, she faced him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She got a content, mischievous look on her face and she pressed her lips to his softly. "Boo back..." He returned her kiss and held it for a long moment before letting it go and looked at her smiling. "This water," he said taking a moment to look around him "is perfect!" He moved away from her and splashed a little up in her face before swimming quickly away. She listened to him, wondering what he was going to say. Smiling at his remark, she nodded, then watched him. She shook her head, then flinched as water hit her face. "Hey!" She swam after him. "I have three lungs, you can't out-swim me!" "No but I can try!" he said swimming faster enjoying this time that they had together to just relax and not have to worry about duty shifts and reports or anything else than just having fun. She quickly caught up with him, and grabbed his leg, pulling her body next to him, dunking him under. After a second she came up and laughed, shaking her head. "Told you." She couldn't remember the last time she had been this relaxed. She looked to him, throwing her long wet mane of curls back out of her face. "Do we do this all night? Or is there more to this camping than just fishing, watching sunsets, and horseplay in the water?" "Well," he said taking a moment to catch his breath. "I was planning to get some wood for the campfire and some marshmallow roasting when your clumsy ass fell in the river." he said laughing at her teasingly and starting to head for the riverbank. "Clumsy!? I am a Klingon, I am far from clumsy!" Her mouth dropped in a look of mocked shock. She grabbed him, pulling him to her, pushing his head under water. She pulled him back up and held his shoulders. "Take that back before I take offense to that comment." She sounded hurt, but her subtle smirk told him she was playing. "Alright, alright I'll take it back," he said wriggling his way out of her grip and swimming away quickly again headed for the bank. "I'll take it back when a klingon is elected Praetor!" he laughed and turned swimming full speed toward the bank and pushing himself up out of the water before she could catch him again. "Thank y-" She looked at him and went after him. He got out of the water before she could get to him, but she got out right after him and quickly shed the uniform jacket that was soaked. "Why are you picking on my dreams!" She jumped on him, tackling him to the ground, pinning him. He laughed out loud as he hit the ground and looked up at her. "You know, if you keep interrupting like this, we'll never get that damn fire made and you'll have to catch us another fish to eat for dinner because the first one will spoil." She leaned her face close to his and smiled. "If you really think that one fish will feed us both, you have let this planets air get to your head." She got off of him and stood up, pulling the blue long sleeved shirt off, leaving her in the grey tank top and uniform pants. "God these absorb well.” "Why do you think I took mine off before I got in the water" he said chuckling and getting to his feet. He made his way with her over to the wooded area and they started gathering up twigs and logs for the fire. Once they had enough he made his way back to the riverbank and the rock bridge they'd used to come across. "Try not to fall in this time hmm? Wet wood doesn't burn so well." She looked at him and let a few fake chuckles. "Funny chuckles, just walk." She walked across with him, not repeating the same mistake. Getting back to their campsite, she dropped the wood, wondering what he was going to do. She had never seen a real fire before. She looked at him. "I am going to change." She shivered as the chilled air hit her wet body. He set to work arranging the logs and twigs the way his father had taught him when he was a boy, and although he knew how to start a fire up "the old fashioned way" he was cold after getting out of the water and decided to go with a little more technological approach. He went to the equipment pack and pulled out a phaser and set it to a narrow beam on the lowest setting and fired it into the kindling starting up the fire that soon grew to a nice blaze. "That's cheating." She watched him, having changed into one of the sweaters that was his. She swam in it and smiled to him, looking at the phaser. "Roughing it, eh?" She moved to him, arms crossing over her chest, lips pursed, a hint of mock disappointment in her eyes. He chuckled as he put the phaser away and grabbed an odd looking device from the pack and picked up one of the longer twigs that he hadn't put into the fire. He activated the device and it proceeded to produce a marshmallow. He placed it on the end of the stick and handed it to B'Etor. He then repeated the process and took his own stick, holding the marshmallow out over the flames on the end of his stick. "Ever had roasted marshmallows? they're one of the best parts of camping." he said smiling at her. "What? I have never done any of these things." She looked at it and shrugged sticking it in the fire. Sitting on the ground, pulling her knees to her chest she watched at the marshmallow burst into flames. She watched it burn and melt in liquid gooey chunks. She looked at him. "Was that the fun part?" He laughed quietly shaking his head and handing her the gadget that made the marshmallows. "Try it again, you just want to brown it a little on the outsides, and the inside gets all warm and gooey, and then you pull it out and eat it." he pulled his own out of the fire, it having been roasted just perfect and pulled it off the stick with his teeth and chewing it a couple of times before swallowing it. She watched him with a child-like intrigue. Obviously by the look on her face the idea of roasting marshmallows had escaped her. "Hmm.." She made another one and tried again, watching it brown. She looked at him, to see if she was doing it right. He watched her and smiled seeing that she seemed to be getting the hang of it. he was curious to see what she'd think of the taste of it, never having heard of a romulan or a klingon eating a marshmallow before, he imagined it might prove to be an interesting experience. He took the gadget back from her and prepped another one sticking it in the fire. She felt was "browned" enough and she sniffed it, making a repulsed face from the smell of the caramelized sugar in a circular shape. "Smells odd…" She licked it, looking as if she was gagging. She looked at him and let out a long breath, biting into it. She looked blank for a moment and swallowed, her face contorting as if she had eaten the most horrific food ever. "Very...sweet..." She licked her lips, smacking them a few times as if trying to rid of the taste. He couldn't help but laugh a little figuring she might find it a little odd. Klingons certainly weren't known for their sweet tooth. It was a new experience for her though so he decided that was enough. He finished his off and yawned stretching his arms out. "How do you feel about...turning in?" he asked, winking teasingly at her. She looked at him and looked around. She got a confused look on her face, turning around after standing. She looked back to him, shaking her head. "I don't see any shape-shifters." She looked around again, her guard going up. He shook his head smiling and rubbing his brow with his thumb and forefinger. "It means, go to bed dear." he said with mock exasperation. She blinked and nodded. She moved towards him and then crawled into the tent. She looked out at him. "I may have grown up with humans, but your metaphors, and meanings always escaped me." She climbed into the large sets of blankets he had set up, getting comfortable. She looked at him wriggling her ridged nose. "My nose is cold…" "Awww." he said frowning dramatically. He crawled into the tent and pulled the flaps down zipping it shut and lying down next to her propping himself up on his elbow and running a finger down her cheek. He leaned over and kissed her feeling her cold nose pressing against his face...
  8. Internet addictions: A real medical menace? Alcohol, drugs, food, sex, and even shopping are all candidates for medical treatment and are recognized as genuine mental disorders, so what about the Internet? Internet addiction -defined as "excessive gaming, sexual pre-occupations, and email/text messaging" - is becoming so common that at least one psychiatrist says it merits inclusion in psychiatry's official handbook of mental illness, the "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders." Dr. Jerald Block of the Oregon Health and Science University is the latest voice pushing for this inclusion, noting that tech junkies display genuinely debilitating behavior, including drug-like cravings, withdrawal, and a constant need for more and better gear - just like a substance addict might exhibit. But other doctors comment that Internet addiction, while it may be real, is too new of a condition and needs further study before being medically classified. There might be something to this: No one wants people being medicated or institutionalized if they aren't genuinely ill. The "Manual of Mental Disorders" won't be published again until 2012, but an early draft will arrive for public comment in 2009. Meanwhile, mind docs say the problem is growing, now possibly affecting up to 10 percent of Internet users. Recent studies are surprising, indicating the problem is worst not among game-obsessed teens, but rather among middle-aged women who stay at home, constantly on the computer as a way of connecting to the outside world. Is computer use (or computer downtime) causing a problem in your life? If so, you might be an addict. But you'll have to wait a few more years to find out for sure.
  9. Security Department Memo From: Praxx, Jaden H.; Ensign To: Segami, Atticus; Lt Cmdr (CSEC) CC: JoNs, MVess; Cmdr (XO) Corizon, Ah-Windu; Captain (CO) RE: Results of security sweeps through quarters for contraband/unregistered weapons Commander Segami, I have completed my security sweeps through the crew quarters. Please note that I conducted scans only of the enlisted crew quarters, the flight crew quarters, and some junior officer quarters. Surveys of Senior Officer Quarters were attended to by Lieutenant Mark Garrison. Several weapons of a personal or ceremonial/ritualistic nature were found among the crew. Cross reference with security department records found virtually all of them to have been properly catalogued and registered. The only exception to report was a klingon d'k'tang dagger that was found in the quarters of crewman Lovar Derex on deck 5. The weapon is unregistered and was concealed inside the quarters, not displayed in a manner consistent with a ceremonial or heirloom type item. The weapon was confiscated and is currently secured in security storage locker 21 beta 6 in the security office. I have forwarded Crewman Derex a weapon registration form as well as a copy of the rules and regulations regarding personal weapons being kept in quarters on a starship. Lieutenant Garrison is also scheduled to meet personally with Crewman Derex to discuss the circumstances surrounding his possession and apparent concealment of this item. Also of note, the quarters of security staff were not inspected during these sweeps. No other infractions were noted during the sweeps. Recommend making these sweeps a regular security procedure on a random interval for safety purposes. End Report signed: Praxx, Jaden H.; Ensign USS Excalibur
  10. *wakes up suddenly and finds himself alone in bed" "huh...wha...what the hell?! ohh...whew! what a nightmare!!"
  11. hahahaha...oh that was good. I'm sitting here at work laughing so hard people in the cubicles next to me have probably already called the men in white coats. LOL, thanks for the laugh Victria
  12. I'm sorry this isn't really a caption line I'm just trying to figure it out. Are those the face of these things or are they regurgitating the poor souls that they ate for breakfast earlier this morning???
  13. Praxx walked into the joint quarters he shared with two other crewmen and collapsed on his bunk letting out a long winded sigh. He felt as though he'd been on duty for three days straight even though in fact it had only been about fourteen hours. They had certainly been an eventful fourteen hours however. He layed there staring at the bottom of the bunk above him recalling all of the events that had happened in the past half day and found a sense of angry frustration building in his gut... "Computer, begin recording personal log." He waited a moment for the computer to respond, shifting into a more comfortable position. "Personal log, Ensign Jaden Praxx Stardate 0803.13 What a day. I can scarcely believe that the events of the past day were all squeezed into one, admittedly long, fourteen hour shift. We were attacked by unidentified raiders, we recovered our fighters only to find the pilots all dead, their bodies in some bizarre condition, the likes of which I haven't personally seen but from what I've heard, it isn't pretty. Then we found out that the science team we'd left on the HaVorante planet had been taken captive by some faction of Jem'Hadar that had apparently been in stasis for who knows how long and had perceived them as the enemy. I'm just thankful we were able to recover them in short order once the HaVorante representative had clarified the situation to the Jem'Hadar. I must say I really would have liked to have had the opportunity to go after those raiders that attacked us. We still have absolutely no idea who they were, why they attacked us, or whether or not they are responsible for what happened to our pilots. Those are some questions I would like the answers to. But of course, we had to recover this away team, and I suppose given the conditions that we found them in its a good thing we decided to do that first. Who knows what condition they might have been in if we'd delayed any longer. The other little mystery we're working on is the ship that we detected very briefly as we were entering the HaVorante system. On the very edge of sensor range, just for a moment, we detected what looked like a vessel engaging something very similar to a cloaking device. To the best of our knowledge, neither the HaVorante nor the Dominion as a whole possesses cloaking technology. So just who the hell was that? and what were they doing here? More questions we don't have any answers to, they seem to be piling up at an alarming rate. Hopefully atleast some of these mysteries will be solved in the days that follow. Computer end recording and file."
  14. nonsense...my Avatar is a bad**s...that abomination in your pic is a walking freak show...LOL
  15. I think I've read that one, but its been a long time so I could be thinking of a different one. From what I remember though its a really good book. I just read the first two books of the "Vulcan's Soul" books, and now I've started reading Titan. I really wanna read the third Vulcan's Soul book, they're pretty interesting reads.