Abe Kas

Nope. Just did it when I was a kid, for home consumption. I'm thinking doing it again, for my own kids. It was great back then, because you could get reusable bottles everywhere. There were no "plastic" bottles back then, and I could find the bottles all over the place.

::a Star Fleet security officer packing up Abe Kas personal effects after his demise:: Mr. Kas looks like he did his job. Look at this picture he got of the Pandarians. I wonder where he wants it sent? Oh, and here's a package with more in them. I wonder if I should just toss them, or send them on to the Admiral. Ah well, I'll just send this one, and if the brass wants more, they'll ask for them. ::puts one picture into his package to be sent to the Security Office for screening, with a note about a larger collection available if requested.::

See what we have to do when they take away plastic bags to save the environment???!!!

General Information – As of Star Date 9401.13: Name: Abraham Kas Nickname: Abe Call Sign: Ugly Race/Gender: Human/Male Age: 31 Height: 6'2" Weight: 195 lbs. Hair: Black, with Gray peppered throughout. Eye Color: Green & Brown Hazel Place of Birth: ECS Fortunate II Family: Great Great Grandfather: Siegfried Kas, Retired Lieutenant Commanger, Star Fleet (deceased). Great Grandmother: Sarah Kas, Retired Captain of ECS Fortunate II (deceased). Parents: David & Regina Kas, Captain & Business Manager of ECS Fortunate III (current). Marital Status: Single, never married. Service Information: Position: Assistant Engineer Rank: Ensign Assignment: USS Challenger Service Information - Updated 9407.13 Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade Awards: Bronze Good Conduct, Golden Quill, Siamese Log of Triumph, Second Chance. Service Information - Updated 9412.21 Rank: Lieutenant Awards: Clasps added to Golden Quill. Personal History: I grew up between the home base of the Kas family in Los Angeles, and aboard the ECS Fortunate III. In the history of many cargo ships, families came to treat their ships like heirlooms, handing them down from one generation to another. Marriages were more varied than on Earth, due to the influence of other worlds and cultures. About the only trait that the ECS Fortunate III shared with her earlier iterations was the mix of family configurations. There were many adoptions, Single Parents, marriages with multiple partners, interspecies and interracial ones too, besides your typical one male human and one female human. As small as the crew is on a cargo ship, for them to last several generations, the gene pool must be kept lively and fresh. But the reality of life on a small ship meant that medical treatment of races other than human was difficult. The Fortunate had it's share of Vulcans and Betazoids, yet the lack of experienced medical care meant that humans dominated the crew. My Great Grandmother never had any of her own children that we know of, but she did adopt a few along the way. She took a lot of trips off ship, and some of them lasted a year or so. When Sarah returned, she most always had a new "son" or "daughter" and they weren't always babies! She had a couple of husbands too, but both ended childless and unhappy. The life of a Boomer was rewarding, and perilous. My parents seemed to enjoy the life on a freighter, and both served in Star Fleet for a few years until family life made it too lonely for them. Someday soon, families will become, should become, a normal way of life on board. My parents told me stories about how when one of them heard about the other's ship, all they did was worry. It's probably why neither of them stayed in Star Fleet for a very long time. I've enjoyed by life on ECS Fortunate III, and I leave her knowing my brothers and sisters will always be there for me. Training: At 31 years old, I should be a lieutenant or lieutenant commander by now. I'm an ensign because I've spent many years aboard the Fortunate. One of the nicest things of being a boomer, is taking Star Fleet Academy classes at the Cargo Ship University, located in Boulder Springs, Colorado. It was the United States Air Force Academy, until it was destroyed in WWIII. After the radiation was cleaned up, and 50 years have gone by, it's a pretty nice place again. Good hunting too Star Fleet allows a small number of people to enter a special one year "orientation" class to experienced ECS officers, boomers like me, to join Star Fleet. I'm joining because of family tradition, and a desire to explore. I'm also hoping my experience with family life on space ships can be of benefit to Star Fleet, for while there are no families on ships now, we know it is being planned for the new ships to come. Licences, Awards, Certificates: Commercial Pilot License, Earth Radio Operator License, Mars Hunting License (Antique Projectiles – Arrow & Bullet) Sharpshooter 1st Class Award, CSU Data Networking Engineer Certificate, with Security and Sensor specialties Emergency Medical Technician, Human. Marriage and Family Advisor License, Human

Returning to quaters, after visiting the Klingon outpost with Drs Gidgidoni and Natalie Harris, and Lt Doug T. Computer, open personal log and begin recording. I don't know what was more interesting. The food that crawls off your plate, Doug going crazy over the knifes his "new" best friends, the "Klingons" carry, or Giddy getting Giddy with all of the testosterone in there. Show a Klingon a bandage, like the one Doug had on his hand, and you HAVE TO tell them the story of how you got it. Then you have to make up a song! And sing it!! Now he's some kind of Klingon star in that bar. Giddy singing and dancing with the Klingons, Doug drinking and throwing knifes, and I think he disappeared for a couple of minutes with that bar-maid with the scar accross her eye. Figures that they don't throw darts! At least he didn't get into a fight! Giddy and Doug were having so much fun with all of the attention they were getting from the Klingons, it left Natalie and I a chance to sit back, chit-chat a little. I kinda like her.... I did get a chance to try and see if Klingons like my root beer. Only, no ice. And no ice cream. Maybe next time. I wonder what Natalie is doing right now.... Computer, end recording.

::scratches Lobes, picks a nit out of ear canal, wiggles finger in ear, takes it out and looks studiously, but questioningly at it, then mutters to himself::..A Vulcan, Guessing? (Ferengi)

If you want to get rid of a profile you've created, how would I do that? My first couple of profiles had my rank in them, and I now realize just how stupid that is. Especially when you're not in a position that you are going to stay in for a while, like Cadet or Ensign.

Apparently, we have some major issues to discuss. Within each of those major issues, are several points that must be considered. For example, just on the technology issue, there are many points that need to be resolved and accepted by us all. For example, review http://techspecs.acalltoduty.com/excelsior.html for a different configuration of our ship. Very reasonable points are made as to why the ship should only have 17 decks instead of 25, or whatever the numbers are. I feel it is reasonable that we have to sort out all of these issues and the points within them. How and what the issues are, the discussion points within each issue, and soforth, and so on, present us with a dilema. Just like any new toy you get, to get the most out of it, it really, really helps to read the owner's manual. Only in our case, the owner's manual is written in TNG terms, and we're a good 70 years prior to that period. I liked the ST:ACTD artical above, because it does our time period take into account. So the dilema is this: How do we go about resolving these issues? Do we open this up to everyone in STSF? We have a potentially and incredibly facinating opportunity to write some chapters in Star Trek history that have never been contemplated before! And how do we get to have some fun IC while doing it? Or do we suspend it for a while and colaborate like writers preparing for a new season? Help me folks. Or someone tell me "Abe, shut up. This makes my head hurt to do all of this thinking. Give me a Root Beer, and put TWO scoops of ice cream in it!" Thanks again to Saylek for his starting all of this. We all enjoy playing like kids in this relm, and we all have to grow up sometime or another too. That way, we can go back to playing like kids, and play much nicer with each other than kids do. After all, we don't have a mommie or teacher to run crying to about some kid not playing fair, or being mean and teasing me about something or other.

First Chic: "I'm not going to eat it!" ::pushes over ball to Second Chick:: Second Chic: "I'm not going to eat it, either" ::pushes it back:: Together: "Hey, lets get Mikie to Eat it!

Kallah, do you see any similarities with the Japanese culture? I'm no expert, but it certainly seems similar to me. Can you imagine the anticipation an archieologist would have on a planet like Qo'noS? Great thought provoking comments. ROF With the thought of Klingons standarchaeologisting infront of a line ofin front gun toting guards, putting daisies in the barrels, watching the Rowen & Martin comedy show, and their ship covered in flowery hand-drawn images, the Maharishi's picture seen through the windows surrounded with more flowers...beads, peace signs, torn jeans, sandals even geekier than Tachyons.... :D

RL Saylek is as wise as his Vulcan character. I feel we can make the following observations, based on ENT, TOS, and our own Specifications and Information Primer only: Counselor - Shown to be an office along with the Sick Bay on Deck 7. Qualified psychiatrist were serving aboard starships in 23rd century. Memory Alpha has SF assigning them from the 2330s. http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Counselor Archer made a comment in some episode about "having someone out here to help us" without naming the position. Conclusion: Captains have some lattitude in staffing, along with gathering reports from and discussions with other Captains. It could be my character's background which included being a Marriage and Family Counselor which interrested Captain Seiben. While this would not qualify me to be a Counselor in TNG+ days, it could help the crew and the personal problems/conflicts we all have, ala bartending during social events or in a more formal setting. He could have selected me because SF didn't "assign" him a Dr. of Psychiatry. Recommendations: Specification for NCC-2457 listed are for 2360s and beyond? A mistake in our records, everyone please disregard? War Ending - Some Klingons must have been captured, alive. Dr. Phlox did examine one on NX-05. Others must have been available for medical studies. Conclusion: We know some things about Klingons (forget about the forehead ridges, TOS just didn't have the money for production). Dr. Phlox was amazed at the redundancy in Klingon physiology, from his study of that first Klingon NX-01 took back to Qo'Nos. Kirk, now dead, hated them, but had them on his ship with all those Tribbles. So medically, we've probably have only some very basic physiology. Certainly, we could not provide any blood transfusions, as we probably don't have the replicator capabilities to that detail? We do know some things, but we don't know too much, other than having made some prisoner exchanges over the last nearly 100 years. Recommendations: "Ensign Ricky" has been assigned TDY to go with the dog and the Klingons from the Outpost we are docked at. A lot could happen to him, anything from meeting females to being in a fight, to being killed. Our reaction to it could be ??? With the Klingons counter-reaction of ??? Personally, I can think of several ways to handle our next mission. One would be to not have a mission, but discuss all of this together. We are after all just a bunch of writers of a show we put on for ourselfs. Another would be for the Captain to IC assign us jobs to do while we are undergoing repairs, and .......I got to get me a root beer and coool off! Pandarians are on the loose!

It's a simple code really, based on your phone. 2 = B, 4 = I, 5 = L, 7 = Q. C&E - Sorry. Don't recall that one. What is it?

WINNER! Please let me know when you would like your case of 2457 Root Beer, Made In Limited Quantities, delivered. Please make sure that it is okay with your GM, and if it would be IC or OOC. Congradulations, Caelan Fletcher!

On Topic: ...you feel like getting into a discussion over why the three reasons mentioned could be totally in keeping with the Star Trek franchise and made for a solid beginning, but that just didn't keep the interests and advertisers coming back over time. We all have our favorites within ST, and what better way was there to create interest in old fans and new than to tell the story from a point of view not yet explored? Exploring the future is great, but how much more intersting is it to try and figure out from the archielogical evidence how we got here? Look at what they are doing with the movie, after all. Yet again they are going to an era before TOS.

Yes, it does rhyme with milk. You did get the letter "I" correct! The letter G is wrong. To recap then, 2457 = _. I. L. Q. And as for the sentance starter 'Gee' all I can say is, it's the Beaver Cleaver coming out in me. Yes, I'm old enough to remember watching TOS when they were new episodes on TV.....

I'll be there just after the convention, and will have a Root Beer in Quarks one last time....Wonder if they will have any sales on? Thanks you Admiral FredM, for a timely report.

Good guess, not quite right. Keep trying! Next hint: It rhymes with every mammals first beverage, and you don't have to be of legal age to consume. The Challenger sim is still very new, and speaking for myself, and I suspect for those other new players too, as a crew we are still getting used to our surroundings. Like, I just found these drinks in the bar! It hasn't been named yet! Neither have any of our shuttle craft! Those drinks mentioned would be those that came as the initial stock in our lounge, which we have not had an opportunity to sample and evaluate. After all, one of the important missions of all Star Fleet vessals is diplomacy. We have to be sure that we treat our future guests with great hospitality, and serve them both selections of their home world, as well as exquisit examples of our own. Great results in diplomacy can result from relationships built around the informal bar table, and then used to better understand the other parties when discussions move to the formal confernce table. While I've got your attention, would the RSNC like to add to its list of Limited Quantity (another clue there) and hand-made beverages for your discriminating customers?

From above mentioned reference: "There is also a bar (with holographic bartender), and it stores various potent alcoholic beverages, such as chech'tluth, Aldebaran whiskey, Saurian brandy, Tzartak aperitif, Tamarian Frost, C&E Warp Lager, Warnog, Antarean brandy, and countless others." Anybody got any preferences? Receipts? Suggestions for further stocking? We all get tired of Root Beer and variety IS the spice of Life!

You're idea of a healthy drink is Coke? Not even a least a Diet Coke? Next hint - because you did get one part right, 2457 is the code for four letters, and they are an acronym for the meaning.

Personal Joint Log: LT jg. Doug T and LT jg Abe Kas As the Challenger arrives at the Klingon Outpost 35 for repairs from the Rouge Klingon attacks, Abe Kas exits his quarters on Deck 8, hungry for breakfast before another shift starts. He is walking towards the turbo lift, only to hear Doug T and Ensign Ricky shouting at each from within Doug T’s quarters, also on Deck 8. “Ensign Ricky, I’m not cleaning this up! You brought this mangy, smelly, dirty, disgusting, and Humongous DOG into my quarters for pet approval, and what does he do to my lamp post?” “Hey, that’s your fault, Doug. You told me to put him in here so you could approve my request for a pet. Then you wouldn’t give me a break so I could take him for a walk!” yelled Ensign Ricky. “That’s Chief Tactical Officer or Lieutenant T to you, Mister. And stand at attention!” Doug T shout back at his assistant. Ensign Ricky snaps to attention, locking his heels together, looking straight ahead, with his hands straight down by his sides. “Yes, sir, Chief. Request permission to go to my quarters and retrieve appropriate sanitation and cleaning equipment, SIR.” Other junior officers and crew with quarters on Deck 8 walking in the hall overhear the argument. The dog starts barking in response to the two officers yelling at each other. Abe takes it upon himself to intervene, and presses the comm panel outside Doug T’s quarters. “WHAT!” Doug T replies, upset even more by the intrusion. “Doug, it’s me, Abe. Open up, will ya?“ The door opens to reveal a dog, on a leash tied around a lamp post, and a puddle of fluid surrounding it. The dog is male, about 70 kilos, with a head full of teeth and a growl that’s deep and fierce. Abe, taking a step inside, waves his hand under his nose at the offensive smell and rocks back on his heels. “Whew, that’s going to leave a stain.” The door closes as Abe enters, and the dog barks, nervously and angrily, straining at his chain leash while charging at Abe. “Oh boy,“ Abe says, “am I glad we bolt those lamps to the floor. Say Doug, I thought we’d go get some breakfast together, when your done here.” The door closes. Doug looks to Abe while gesturing at the dog, a mix of Great Dane, German Sheppard, Pit Bull Terrier, and Doberman Pincer. “Can you believe that Ensign Ricky snuck this, this, monster on board as a PET??!!” Ensign Ricky continues to stand at rigid attention, while Abe walks around in the small space to Doug’s side. The dog stops barking, but keeps growling, straining at his leash. Treating Ensign Ricky as if he was not there, Abe says to Doug, “A pet? This monster? What was your Assistant Tactical Officer thinking?” Abe laughs a little, and says “It looks more like one of those Targs they were telling us about on Qo’noS.” Doug looks at the dog, looks at Ensign Ricky, and back to Abe. While keeping his eyes on Abe, Doug says “Mr. Ricky, your request for a PET is denied! You will now PERSONALLY clean up this mess, IMMEDIATELY! Take that, that, I don’t know what kind of a DOG that is with you! Dismissed!” in a voice slightly more under control, and not threatening to peal paint off the walls. The chagrined and obviously upset Ensign Ricky begins to exits LT jg Doug T quarters, with the dog growling and snapping at Abe. As he unties the dog, he lunges at Kas. Ensign Ricky tries to restrain the dog, but the dog is too big and powerful. Abe is forced to block the dog’s attack as he jumps for his throat by bringing up his knee into the dog’s midsection. Doug goes to help Ricky, and the dog is able to nip Doug’s hand as Doug grabs the dog’s collar. “Ricky, get this mutt out of my quarters, NOW!” Steam was coming out of Doug’s ears he was so mad, but under control now. Ensign Ricky struggled with the dog, but eventually got him out and took him to his own quarters. “Hey Doug,” said Abe, “we better go see that new doctor about that bite” as a small drop of blood came from where the dog had nipped him. “Maybe you should have Ricky give that mutt to the Marines as a live fire simulator of those Klingon Targs!” Doug went to his nightstand for a tissue, to cover the bite. “Good idea Abe. Let’s see what kind of a bedside manner she has!” Doug and Abe leave Doug’s quarters, heading towards the turbo lift, all thoughts of the conflict between Doug and Ricky lost amongst the thoughts and talk between the two officers of meeting the new doctor, and what was for breakfast. Besides, not many Star Fleet vessels had ever docked at a Klingon outpost, and it was sure to be an interesting day. Problems_and_Pets.doc

Good one! But the thought of mixing V-8 with ice cream....ugh. Which leads me to the next clue: Gee, already gave it away in this reply.

Kimi, check out section 8.4 and see what else you can drink if you want. I know how you Marines can be! http://techspecs.acalltoduty.com/print/excelsior_v1.html

Aliana, check our ship specifications under crew quarters. That's where it talks about pets. Check with your commanding officer on their current status and applicability. Hope this helps.

....when the only Star Trek books you buy are ones NOT based on a TV series or movie because you can predict what they will say and do. ....when you stop at the library to buy books from the $.50 used paperback books section, and the librarian and you are on a first name basis!

Make mine "2457 Root Beer" Brewed In Limited Quantities