JacobD

Hi all, I doubt anyone who is still on the old ship I was assigned to will remember me, but several years ago, I used to sim on the Arcadia (back when Moose ran the place). If I wanted to potentially return (more or less have an additional creative outlet), how exactly would I go about it? Thanks....

Stardate 10403.06 Marine HQ USS Arcadia The acting commander of the 355th Marine Battallion sat in his office quietly contemplating what his next move is. He has very lingering doubts on the move to take us out of the Neutral Zone into Federation space while a member of the command staff sat on a Romulan warbird as a prisoner. Against her will...behind enemy lines, Commander Dacotah was summarily trapped by a manical captain. He knows that she's not dead. This is Commander Dacotah we're talking about here. This is someone who has summarily handle numerous situations and led countless away teams. This is someone who has been under fire from just about every known weapon in the galaxy, yet it's of the mindset of some people that she has fallen to the Romulans. That word...Romulan...leaves a bitter taste in his mouth every time he speaks it. The other fact that his hands are tied in this situation and not being allowed to do a covert op to extract the commander was even worse. Duncan looked up from his desk and quietly thought to himself that right now is the worse time in his life to have to leave someone behind. Someone who...even though we've had a somewhat rocky relationship...he looked up to and liked to call a friend. Now that person is wasting away on some Romulan piece of space junk doing who knows what kind of menial labor. The young Marine captain picked up the padd with the announcement of the memorial service on it. He made a decision. The marines would have a color guard and prepare for a 21 gun salute...however, unless otherwise ordered, Duncan would not be in attendance. Duncan felt that it was unfair to mourn someone who he personally believes is not dead. It does not do justice to someone he believes to be perfectly alive and waiting for rescue. On that note, Duncan decided that he was going to make a few command decisions with the Marines. Knowing Colonel Quest the way he does, he knows that she would have already been back there and torn that ship apart looking for the Commander. So, mCapt. Duncan sent out the following communique...not only to Starfleet Marine Corps, but to the Captain and acting XO aboard the Arcadia. "In lieu of the absence of evidence regarding Commander Hayden Dacotah's disappearance and also in light of the fact that it is the sworn duty of the 355th Marine Battallion in its capacity as the security detail of the USS Arcadia, the following general order applies to all Marine personnel." "Until further notice, all Marine personnel are to be at yellow alert and battle ready. As Marines, we need to be ready to move on a moment's notice to bring our people home. Without any concrete evidence of the Commander's death, I cannot rightfully close this chapter on a security level without having undisputable proof of her death. It does no justice to Commander Dacotah and nor does it any justice to the name of the Starfleet Marine Corps." "In light of this information, I respectfully request clearance to begin forming a special operations unit within the 355th Marine Battallion with the sole purpose to bring our missing crewmates home to where they belong. I also respectfully request that 2 more Marine fighters be placed on order to complement the two that we currently have in inventory. I fully expect that we will be meeting the RES Talon again in the very near future, and I believe that the Marine fighters...especially with the firepower that they currently have...will be of great use to the defense of the USS Arcadia and the subsequent return of Commander Dacotah." "Respectfully signed, mCapt Jacob P Duncan" Duncan quietly tapped out the last little bit of information for the letter and also sent a personal note to Captain Moose. "Sir, I understand the request to memorialize Commander Dacotah as an attempt for our crew to move on. However, I do not personally feel it proper to mourn someone that we are not sure is truly dead. I respectfully request permission to not be in attendance of any memorial type service for Commander Dacotah under the pretext that I do not believe nor will I stand by with the judgement that Commander Dacotah may be dead. The Marines will be represented there and I will task Lt. Black with preparing an honor guard and a 21 gun salute for the commander, but I cannot in my right mind standby as our crew says goodbye to someone that they personally don't believe is dead." He tapped the message and hit send...the first message going to Starfleet Marine Corps and the second off to Captain Moose's private mailbox. As Duncan looked around his office, he took a deep breath and quietly began the planning. "Computer...please bring up any known information on the RES Talon and it's commander Khre Riov tRex." The computer chirps as the planning gets underway.

Stardate 10402.04 On board the Romulan ship Two Romulan guards walked into the cell where most of the ARcadia crewman was being held and smiled...showing their brown teeth...years of poor dental hygiene was taking it's toll. Could it be that all Romulan teeth are that color? Thoughts like those didn't do much to calm 1Lt Jacob Duncan and keep him from formulating plans of escaping and taking over this flying piece of space junk. The two romulan guards looked at Duncan. "It's hraen (your) time for the tour of our ra (fine) security establishment," one of the guards said. Duncan narrowed his eyes, calmly watching them as they moved toward him. In almost perfect Romulan, Duncan spoke softly under his tongue. "Thilleitr arhva," Duncan said...almost sadisticly. "Hnafirhn vah happens ssiun hraen teidr." ("Touch me. See what happens to your arms.") The Romulans grabbed him and slapped him hard across his face. "Au will come with me or we will drag your rotting body through this ship as a trophy," the smaller of the Romulan said. Duncan chuckled to himself. It's always the little guy that who likes to run his mouth the most. Duncan struggled but he could not overcome the force and the power of the bigger Romulan, with the little one's help. "Finally someone who has some brute strength," Duncan said audibly as he was taken from the cell. The forcefield enclosing the others inside the substandard holding cell snapped shut, too quickly for anyone with their wits about them to be able to get through. For added enjoyment, after he was pulled from his cell, Duncan's head was covered with a dark, cloth sack. As he attempted to breath, he was overcome with a faint feeling and quickly passed out. Duncan was dragged through the corridors to the interrogation room that had already seen Seiben and Trichon. Jacob was hoisted onto the chair and strapped in...almost like he was being set up for an old Earth execution...just this time, death would not come so quickly. His head was removed from the cloth sack and within a few minutes, he awoke to a bright light in his face...not able to see beyond that light. "Vah-udt? (Who are you?)" "My name is Jacob P Duncan. First Lieutenant, Charlie Company. 355th Marine Batallion, Starfleet Marine Corp. Serial Number 37 Zed 21 Alpha Tango Tango." Duncan was hit hard across his face again. "That's not the answer we want. Who are you?" "Jacob P Duncan, First Lieutenant, Charlie Company. 355th Marine Batallion, Starfleet Marine Corp. Serial Number 37 Zed 21 Alpha Tango Tango." Again, Jacob was struck. This time, he spit the mouth full of blood out onto the person standing in front of the light. "Au will pay for the insolence." This time...several Romulans decided it was best to use Duncan as their personal boxing dummy. Finally...after several minutes, Duncan collapsed from the shear pain that he felt. "Take him back to the others. Remind them that this is what happens if we do not get what we want." Duncan was dragged back into the cell...his body limp and bruised from the encounter. As the Romulans left the holding cell...all they could do was laugh at the sight of the proud Marine...bruised and beaten. 1Lt Jacob P Duncan Charlie Company Leader 355th Marine Batallion USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E

The upgrade is fantastic...good job to our people behind the curtain :P

On the "whatever" With the away team Stardate 10401.24 First Lieutenant Duncan quietly watched the few people on the bridge as they decided it was best to go ahead to take cover when the shooting started. Normally, he would have done the same as well. Although, something told him that now is not a good time to be doing that. Duncan had barked orders to the security team that was on the bridge to seal the exits and hold the doors no matter the costs. He knew today is going to be a day where he's going to lose some fine men. He also couldn't help but think about the fact that as the ranking Marine officer on the ship, he had left pretty much complete control to the new second lieutenant back on the Arc while the colonel and major were busy. As the door was being shut, Duncan made a conscious decision and walked back outside into the corridor and looked for a place he could hole up to fend off the Romulans. Armed with an almost fully charged phaser rifle, a standard issue phaser, and a weird weapon he had picked up in the armory that resembled a disruptor...but not the exact thing, Duncan had decided that if he was going to be brave...he can do it from outside the door. Duncan quietly found a large chunk of debris in the corridor. Undoubtedly caused by the exchange of weapons fire, he decided that would be his base and that's from where he will defend his position. Duncan had only hoped that this would be a good enough position to delay the Romulans while the commander and the other two bridge officers would be able to make a safe exit. The old klingon addage quietly kept coming back up in his head. The Klingons are an honorable people...and a lot of extra time he had been spending studying their culture. He had start believing in Sto'Vo'Kor, where those that die with honor will go to be with Kah'Les. At this point, Duncan doesn't really have much else to believe in, except in something that most Klingons don't believe a human can understand. Duncan quietly watched as two Romulan sentrys rounded the corner...as he heard weapons fire being exchanged. Duncan quietly got up from his defensive area and screamed at the top of his lungs while taking two shots at the Romulans... "TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE!" First Lieutenant Jacob Duncan Charlie Company Leader 355th Marine Batallion USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E

Stardate 10401.21 Marine HQ First Lieutenant Jacob Duncan stared at the new mound of padds on his desk. "I'm never going to get through this mess." Ever since he had taken on some of the admin duties while the colonel and major were gone, he had spent some very long times at his small desk reading through the most mundane reports. Reports about how many phaser discharges per minute...who has the best phaser target accuracy..etc and so forth. Duncan quietly thought to himself that if he ever was offered a desk job he'd turn it down quickly. Duncan had heard rumblings of some Marine fighters. Basically like 20th century jets but with a lot more firepower. Duncan quietly picked up a padd...filed it into the Marine report system and then cleared it. Duncan started tapping away. "Requistion request: Permission to personally test one of the new Marine fighters that are being developed. I will be available at any time to do so." He quietly punched up the recipients of the request...the Colonel...and Mr. Seiben. Then he quietly tapped send. First Lieutenant Jacob Duncan Charlie Company Leader 355th Marine Batallion USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E

Hi, Here's an offer to the stsf peoples. If needed, I can offer access to my personal chat network for sims and etc. It is an IRCd server, and would possibly be a little more stable and functional than the stsf chat rooms. If I can be of assistance, let me know.

Yannow...I'll bite...did anyone notice that her name is Kara and not Kira? :x *thwaps all around* Welcome!

On Stardate 10312.03, Commander Hayden Dacotah, first officer of the USS Arcadia was under doctor's orders not to leave sickbay and was not returned to active duty. Commander Dacotah was being cared for by Doctors Telano and Honeycutt while recovering from her injuries that she had sustained while on Arcady Prime during the away mission to collect missing Federation technology. According to log information gathered for this report, Commander Dacotah proceeded to have a mental lapse and was taken back to the time that she was Chief Medical Officer of the USS Arcadia. She removed herself from her biobed and proceeded to enter the CMO's office while asking everyone why they were in her office and why was someone else's name on the wall. When Commander Dacotah was informed that she was first officer of the Arcadia, she bluntly told the medical staff that no one had informed her of her promotion and until she received official communication from the captain, she would be continuing in her title of Chief Medical Officer. At that point, without a doctor's consent, Commander Dacotah exited sickbay and headed for a turbolift to go to her quarters, which in her current mental state, she believed that they were still on Deck 3. When the commander attempted to open the door, according to computer logs of entry to crew quarters, she was denied entrance due to the fact that they were no longer her quarters. At that point, the commander contacted the Ops officer on duty, a "Betty," who performed a site to site transport of the commander to her real quarters on deck 8. When I arrived at Deck 8, I attempted to gain entry into the commander's quarters and was denied...being told that she was changing clothes and that I could wait to enter until she were dressed. While this was going on, an intruder alert was sounded. I locked out the door using security procedures to make sure that the commander could not exit the room. The next that that I know, the commander is on the bridge, issuing orders. Now, for the record, I am not sure if the commander would have been capable of handling the situation at the time that it happened. In retrospect, the commander handled the situation to the best of her ability. Although, as of this time, there is no information from Sickbay releasing the commander back to active duty. This report is being filed for the general record as there was some information passed around that it took the security department approximately 6 minutes to come to full alert status to attempt to handle the intruders that had come aboard the ship. The reason for the delay was due in part to the fiasco in attempting to track down the commander and have her returned to sickbay for treatment. Had this not been happening at the time of the intruder alert, the Marine contingent aboard the Arcadia could have responded within one to two minutes and had been able to secure the bridge and other key sections of the ship while adequately disposing of the unwelcome guest. This report is entered into the permanent record as of stardate 10312.13 and will remain there until such time it is deemed unneeded. Signed 1st Lieutenant Jacob Duncan Charlie Company Leader 355th Marine Battallion USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E

"Computer, begin personal log." "It's been approximately two weeks since I sent the coded subspace message to my son. I made sure not to give any telltale signals of exactly where I am because even Starfleet doens't know where I am." "It's been three years since I took the assignment to the BeTau sector. I've lost several crew members on this mission for nothing more than a basic scouting operation. We were assigned to establish an outpost on BeTau 2 and quietly acclimate ourselves into the generla population of people. I've spent the last three years wondering if Starfleet was dumping me for the fact that I'm just too much trouble for them." "I haven't filed any reports with Starfleet Intelligence as total communications silence was expected on this mission. Three years of logs and journals from the 150+ crew members of the Artemis is starting to back up and the chief engineer advises me that we need to transmit that information soon or risk a main computer core shutdown." "I want to see my son. It's hard for me to say that as we have never been close...and furthermore since he's decided not to carry on the Duncan family name, I'm not really sure why exactly I want to see him. It is his duty to carry on our line and not let it fall into the dust. The 7 generations of Duncans have worked hard to build up what we've got and I'm not going to let my snotnosed brat....let me tone that down...my son destroy that." "I hope Janice is ok." "Computer...end personal log. Encrypt with security sequence Duncan beta beta 3 0 and store in personal file." ::chirps of the computer as it performs the requested command slowly:: Lt. Cmdr. John Scott Duncan Commanding Officer USS Artemis, NCC-19871

Not knowing Dac, one gets to imagine Dac in trinity's leather outfit from the first matrix. *purr* ;x J

Personal Log Stardate 10310.21 1st Lieutenant Jacob Duncan 355th Marine Battallion I'm so in trouble. I've holed myself in my quarters since the message from someone claiming to be my father came through. Commander Lo'Ami was checking into it...and I haven't really felt up to finding out if it was authentic or not. I volunteered for the away mission with the Colonel. Mainly, because I needed to get off of this blasted ship to get my head straight, and it seems that some symbolence of duty would have helped me do that. But old wounds are dying hard within me...and lately it's felt like that I have been stabbed in the back by a man that I don't know anything about. I had considered contacting Commodore Banks at Starfleet Intel to see if he could give me any information about what really happened to my father and why all of the records and accounts of the last mission my father went on had been sealed. It wasn't sealed by anyone at Starfleet Command, or I could have easily bypassed the security protocols. Another whack at my career there if I would have been successful. I haven't even went on exercises with my men to make sure they were in shape. I haven't even ventured out of my quarters for the entire duration of this away mission...so...in essence, I've let my commanding officer down on something that I had committed to, and probably have let myself down for allowing myself to get this far down with some man I barely even know. There's word that people are already missing down on the planet's surface. I need to get out of this slump I'm in before I lose sight of reality again. I am mentally incapable of performing my duties at this time, but I need to put on the best face that I can for everyone I serve with...simply so the real me doesn't come out and show himself at the wrong moment. I need to get back in touch with who I am and not with what I've tried to make myself become. ----- 1st Lieutenant Jacob Duncan Charlie Company Leader 355th Marine Battallion USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E

Welcome back Darius!

"I can't escape the pain I can't control the rage Sometimes I think that I'm gonna go insane I'm not against what's right I'm not for what's wrong I'm just making my way and I'm gone." 1Lt Jacob Duncan looks out across the cave at the other people working around him to find out what exactly has caused us to phase out of reality, as he quietly opens his personal log. It's really an awkward subject to "phase" out of the land of the real, but I've found that most things are phased out of a reality of some sort at some point in time. But...who exactly determines what is real and what is not? I mean...who sets themselves as the awesome power and supreme being that feels the need to torment our existence with their definition of what is real...and what is make believe. I'd like to meet that person one day. Look at it this way. I can touch the walls of this cave and feel them underneath my hand. I can walk on the ground because I believe that it is solid and really there. I can breath the air and drink the fresh water, because I believe they are there. Now...to those around me, they may not believe that any of this is real. We are like characters in a large holonovel...because they believe that they are real themselves. How do we know that we aren't really characters in someone's own holonovel? We roam the galaxy in search of new experiences and new peoples...now...that sounds like it's a story within itself. "Here's the weight of the world on my shoulders." Some days I think that our good captain has a hard enough job as being our fearless leader. He may not be a Marine, but I know he knows his way around. I guess that's a quality of being a captain that I will have to study and try to become a likeness of. He has the lives of every person on the Arcadia in his hands. He ultimately makes the decision on who lives another day and who's life stops here. I'd hate to walk a mile in his shoes. "Cause I found a way to steal the sun from the sky Long live that day that I decided to fly from the inside." --------- Lyrics in quotation marks are from Fly From The Inside, by Shinedown