Abe Kas

Cold sour cream, Cold apple sauce, and just like in space, on the other side, hot Latkas!! Yumm!! Enjoy all! http://www.latkelicious.com "You can't be finished, my Bubilah! Eat, eat! There's more where those came from!!" Seinfield's mother, I'm sure, and the details of the quote don't matter.

I think I know another reason for it to take 8 days for us Jewish people to have a winter holiday. You pick one way to spell it, and someone is going to argue with you! Chanuka Chanukah Chanukkah Channukah Hanukah Hannukah Hanukkah Hanuka Hanukka Hanaka Haneka Hanika Khanukkah Can you find any more out there?

This log takes place after the surprise visit of Captain Mongomery Scott, in the 10 minutes between SIMs. ::sitting in his quarters, removing his replicated uniform for a normal, woven uniform:: “Computer, open personal log.” As the computer beeped and began to display the text he was speaking, Abe’s replicated uniform tore along a sleeve as he was removing it, pulling it over his head. “Today, computer fill in date, I got to meet the famous Captain Mongomery Scott! I only wish I could have spent more time with him, and showed him some of the other fun little things I am working on. Gee, it would have been great to ask him about programming the transporters some more, and how to be able to integrate them more into the food synthesizers to actually make clothes from scratch!” “At least I got the food synthesizers to make these edible clothes.” Abe finishes pulling off his replicated ready-made clothes, examining the tear along the shoulder sleeve. “Protein re-sequencing works great to be able to make foods, and the shoes I can make now are, well, not very edible at all.” Abe slips off the shoes, which are more like slip-on moccasins. “At least I was able to convince the computer that they were not poisonous, like when I tried to get them to apply tanning processes to some animal skins. Leather just doesn’t hold up unless it’s been tanned. But, tell the computer that it’s an old receipt for jerky based on Denobulian sausage, and it works out pretty well. Fortunately, Commander Cyiv had it programmed into our data banks. “I never thought I’d be doing such a lot of historical research into Earth’s cultures of North America, and of all of the things their Indian and Incan people were able to make out of food stock.” Abe pulls on his normal pants and undershirt. “Deer skins make really soft clothes! I really like the feeling of them too, only they are not as durable as I would like. But they sure are more durable than those that were made for that ‘Victoria Secrets’ brand of edible clothes.” Taking his uniform jacket out of his closet, he continues his recording. “But in a pinch, at least I can make a uniform out of it. Convincing the computer of the recipe to make it out of the skin of Earth goats and Klingon targs was kind of fun, too. I didn’t know that there was a goat called ‘chamois.’ “Now I just have to figure out how to make gas for that airplane of John McGee’s. I thought it would be okay to use a synthehol-based fuel for it, but Gees Louise, what were they thinking?” He looks down at the buttons, and does them up as per regulation. “Lead in the gas? Okay, so it allowed for higher compression in that antique power plant it uses. But, oh so poisonous! I’m never going to convince the computer that tetra-ethyl lead is a seasoning the Klingons use for making Grapok sauce….” Finished dressing, he plops down in his chair by the terminal, and keys in the files for the fighter modifications he’s been working on. “….or those guys on Star Base 24 to try and upgrade the shields on our fighters, like MCapt. Kimiko wants. There’s no way to try and cram more shield generators under the skin of those fighters…they’re too optimized for weight reduction. But their structural integrity fields sure could use an upgrade. Who ever left those old generators in there must have been trying to use up some first-generation parts. They look like they came out of some old Type I shuttles! It may not bounce off Klingon disruptor blasts like Kimiko wants, but at least it will hold together better than before, raising the survivability somewhat.” “Computer, end recording.” Abe stands up, pulls down his jacket to smooth out the jacket wrinkles, and heads out the door. “Well, time to go brag to the boys and let them shake the hand that shook hands with THE Captain Montgomery Scott.”

This log takes place toward the end of the 3 week layover at the starbase the Challenger returned to at the end of the Klingon rescue mission. ::sitting in his quarters at the end of his shift:: "Computer, open Engineering Log. Update status of the following projects, and show them as completed." Abe took a sip of his root beer, and continued. "Hull Plate Replacements – Deck 15 from Klingon boarding entry and Deck 18 from unknown energy blast of nebula during Klingon attack, with shield emmiters." Abe smiled at that one, he'd been able to fly around in his favorite Workbee #3 overseeing the work and providing the starbase work teams the details of Excelsior class ship. It was one of the first they had seen, and the first they had a chance to work on. While it took a couple of cases of root beer to get them to make the changes needed to the standard plates used on the old Constitution class plates, it was well worth it. "Sensor Palate – Deck 18. Overhaul and smoke damage mitigation." The damages to the hull plates and shield generators had also affected the emitters and receivers. So much energy from some type of a blast, as well as debris from destroyed Klingon Birds of Prey, had virtually destroyed the sensitive equipment. It would have been fine for other ships, which didn't have such high standards as the ones used on Excelsior class ships. But these were able to detect cloaked ship wakes, they never would have passed the acceptance tests to certify them. So Abe allowed the starbase to keep them, knowing that, even in their degraded state, they would go to good use for some minor ship type that would look upon them as an upgrade. "Navigation Deflector Dish. Damage repair and Re-Certification." It seemed to Abe that there was an inherent weakness in the protection of the dish. Sailing into a nebula and into a battle, the deflector dish was like the bow of an old sailing ship, it should be tough and the strongest part of the hull. So he'd added more shield emitters surrounding the dish, and added a third power grid connection to them. "Power Manifold Replacement – Deck 18." Done while the hull plates were off, that one had been easy. It provided Abe with the cover he needed to get some of the help from the repair crews of the starbase to finally place the Klingon pod in the Deck 6 Recreation room, and plumb it with some of the pumps and tubes he was able to scrounge up around the starbase. He didn't have to go too far out of his way though, once he let it be known that there was more root beer for anyone who could help him, as well as an opportunity to test out the Jacuzzi, it was easy. Ah, it's nice to be popular! "Computer, close Engineering log, and copy the Chief Engineer, XO and CO." As his request was being completed, he though he was finally done and could get to bed. But another message was waiting for him, and this time, he wasn't going to wait to read it. "Computer, open message 'Helm Officer Assigned…with Baggage' from Captain Seiban. Normally, all officers received messages of the posting of new personnel to the ship. The captain had sent Abe the message with a special request, to assist the new Helm officer with his baggage. What kind of baggage could need an engineer? Abe read the message, and looked up the reference, ….and ran out of his quarters to find the sassy new Helm Officer at the starbase before anyone could mess with this kid's baggage. No way he was going to let the antique airplane that kid brought with him get into the wrong hands. He knew enough of the crew of the starbase by now, and knew that if it didn't get it stowed away quickly, well, he'd never get a chance to get a ride in this real airplane. He'd earned his call sign, "Ugly," after his flying instructor and he had finished his Commercial pilot – Earth license. Many had questioned him about it, and Abe had kept it to himself. Call signs are not something everyone gets in engineering. But those who had flown with Abe before he joined Starfleet never had complained about his skills, and certainly none of his flying had anything less than a smooth grace to it, from simple landings to the demanding if not quite acrobatic commercial pilot maneuvers. Back on Earth, there were still many airplanes in use. Technology had provided wonderful advancements in technology, yet many still used the simple airplane to get around, and they continued to be in service. Abe had been in the Cargo Service, so the planes he flew were generally for, well, cargo. But this kid's plane, it was something special. Abe had flown a similar plane when he first got his Pilot Licence – Earth, for spin training. This one was rated not only just for spins, but for full acrobatics! He'd tried some of them, but with the demands of business, had to pass on more training. Abe wondered to himself, just how many root beers would this guy want to take him flying in it, and teach him how to do Vertical Cuban Eights with a Double Snap role transition….

::checks his Yahoo calander for his next appointment:: Death moonlighting from his day-job.

I still miss my sister, too. :)

Me too. Even more than the students I have are!! Wait...they are already acting like they are on Winter Break!! No Homework done!! Quizzes with doodle drawings of Snow Men instead of Venn diagrams!! (Try teaching 8th graders about Sets of numbers some day....Natural, Whole, Integers, Rational) Note to self: Stop the work talk here... Think: Eggnog....Root Beer....Eggnog....Root Beer.... Help! I need a party!!

Let's just all hope that the reaction of the youth watching the movie is to see it again, and again, and.... Plus, like you Will Marx, I really want Polar Lights to make a good model of the ship, and the space station, the shuttles, oh, oh, and figures too!!

With the USS Challenger enroute to the Azure Nebula and the Warp engines providing warp 9 speed smoothly due to the outstanding performance of the Engineering crew, Lt. Jg. Abe Kas leaves for the Engineering Lab after notifying Commander Cyiv of the status. Under a Yellow Alert, all unnecessary operations and communications are suspended. Abe secures the Risan Holographic Projector in a locker, and tidies up the lab. He prepares a request for Cyiv’s approval to contact Risa and get an owner’s manual for it. Knowing that Risa would want to protect such a unique and valuable item, it would probably ruin the projector if he had tried to replicate it. Risa would have figured out a way to defeat any replication of critical components and the operation system controlling the projector. Before he left the lab, he took MCapt. Kimiko’s personal data chip out, and considered what to do with it. Deducing that there would be little risk in replicating these simple data storage devices, and probably not protected by Risan copyright laws, he scanned it for future replication. All finished in the lab, he pocketed the projector data chip to return to MCapt. Kimiko. It was time to get back to MENG. He looked back into the lab as he exited, thinking about returning soon to explore the capabilities of this new piece of technology, and smiled, glad that he had joined Star Fleet after so many years of working on his family’s transport ship, the ECS Fortunate II. He never would have had a chance to challenge his engineering skills with opportunities like this.

May all your travels, especially during this holiday season, be safe and happy ones, and may they be filled with beauty.

I want the U.S. Government to add one more Detroit legacy company to their bail-out.... The Lyons! Culpepper cannot end his career there! Maybe they should just pickle 'em all....

"ALFRED!!!"

::sitting in his quarters, having just finished his shift, returning from the Tractor Beam equipment and control room:: "Computer, Start Engineering memo recording." ::taps the wall panel next to his desk, which opens up to reveal a Root Beer tap and mug sitting below the spigot. Abe pulls on the lever, and instead of the refreshing beverage he is so fond of, it spits and splatters all over the place, and hisses in what seemed like a mocking laugh:: ::muttering to himself:: That damned Haskins, if I ever see him again…. "Computer, begin recording." TO: Captain Seiban, Commander Ba'alyo, Lt. Commander Cyiv From: Lt. Jg. Abe Kas CC: MCapt Kimiko RE: 1. Tractor Beam Status 2. Klingon Pod Modifications and Installation into Recreation Room 2, Deck 6 Our departing guest, Mr. Haskins, incapacitated the tractor beam system by rerouting Optical Data Network conduit to connect with the Auxiliary Coolant System. The ODN has been properly re-established, and the ACS has been removed. MCapt Kimiko has indicated that she would prefer the Pod to be installed in the Recreation Room, as she has obtained some Risian technology she plans to deploy with it. As soon as the Risian item has passed Engineering analysis, it could be deployed. "Computer, end recording, and transmit report to addressees." ::gets up from his seat, and grabs a towel from his personal hygiene unit. He wipes up the mess, throwing the towel into the dirty clothing duffel bag for pick-up by the housekeeping staff.:: Now I'm going to have to purge the system again, and those boys and girls in the transporter room are going to have to do without any root beer for a while. Maybe using ODN conduit for the root beer wasn't such a good idea…. ::he puts on an engineering work jump suit, grabs some tools, a CO2 bottle about the size of a coffee thermos, and heads out his door, tired and sore:: ….man, I have got to get that Jacuzzi up and running. I wonder what Kimi has for me???

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Anyone with such a great 'handle' like Eagle should never have such problems. Don't know you, but like your namesake, may you soar above it all and see your way back to us all here at STSF. Root Beer is in the fridge, help yourself to one!

Captain Kirk to Spock, outside of the Aquarium: "Yes, Mr. Spock, the humans of this era were not very logical. But then again, they could have been using it to, ah, to..., ah..., oh your right. They're just plain stupid!"

Welcome. But when it comes to serving, be careful during the summers. Rumor has it that Pandas look for servings of children and ensigns then, and even a lieutenant j.g. or two.... Have a Root Beer! My treat! ::pours a mug and hands it to Zafsk::

"...but 99! You said I had to really quit work and hang up my phone and my cane when I came over. Now you get mad at me for 'sticking my foot in it' too! Make up your mind! I can't go anywhere like this!"

Is there any more important decision O'Bama needs to make, besides which flavor of honey to get, than what kind of puppy to get his kids? Here's a good idea, and get two-for-one benefits out of it by taking an American off the unemployment roles: "Porthos for Puppy" or Snoopy. What the heck, get both. As happy as that would make me, I think beagles probably shed too much and will set off the kid's alergies. But, maybe not....what kind of doggie do you think they'll get???

::sitting down at my terminal in my quarters after a long shift, with a Root Beer at my side, I kick off my uniform boots:: Computer, Open Assistant Engineering Log Abe Kas:: I have received permission from the XO and the Marine troop commander to place an exercise pool in place of a couple of running treadmills. The Klingon Pod appears to be of suitable materials and basic shape to meet the needs for this. However, some of the crew have mentioned to me that having the exercise pool in the Marine area will be a hindrance to their use of it. I will study placing the pool in other areas, such as in Recreation room 2 which places it close to Medical for their use as a therapeutic whirlpool, and the Zero-G Gymnasium because the crew lounge is right there as well. Additionally, I am concerned about working on a piece of Klingon property, even though I have permission. Given my level of discression, I will place the pod in storage, now that there is sufficient space available after all of the cargo and supplies has been shipped down to Dr. Gidgiddoni. Since most of the crew is occupied with Klingon politics and other issues, discussions with them will be inappropriate. I will resume this project at the first available opportunity. ::Computer, close Assistant Engineering Log Abe Kas. Open Personal log, Abe Kas:: What was I thinking!! All I need to have happen is to have some Klingon 'visitor' catch me working on that Klingon junk pile. Plus, jees, you'd think no one has ever had a Deltan around before. I swear half the crew is sick about her leaving. I'd better get down to the lounge and put out my ol' Open Bar sign and plenty of Root Beers. There's going to be a lot of hearts breaking tonight.... ....not to mention mine, too. Just a little. ::Computer, close Personal log::

Group Work.....Oy Vey. A great concept with so many possibilities for failure. Wait a minute, I've seen group work do well before!!! Last time I gave a test and the students thought they were getting away with 'cheating' !!! Worked well for me, I didn't have to grade those tests!!!

Anyone know what the two candidates' position is on NASA and establishing a Moon Colony and eventual Mars mission? ...and I know that this will make a HUGE impact on the outcome, which one should STSF.NET endorse?

(The last two just have to go together to get this joke. LoAmi, I quote you because you get half credit for this idea.) ::Accident Investigator sees sign and takes out sharpie, re-writes sign:: Caution: Please be aware that the balconyGROUND is not on groundBALCONY level.

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