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Is this good enough? Theres more where that came from, my dear. =0] Now, how about a Snowshoe cat?

OUCH! BTW, Friedman is my favorite ST author. =0] OK, how about a pic of a Gund "Snuffles" teddy bear? Heres the Tour de France guy:

No kidding, again! Why is that? Why dont people learn from past mistakes/victories? It always boggles my mind how people come from a long line of drinkers or smokers or whatever, and even THEY continue the behaviors they claim to abhor. We see continually people driving drunk, taking up smoking or drug addictions, and even stupid things like leaving children in dangerous situations. And we wonder why bad things happen when we do? Hello? Kansas brings up another good point. We do seem to band together when someone needs aide. That is true. I just wish it were more consistant.

There ya go. Interesting. How about a picture of Michael Jan Friedman...

No kidding. Money does make the world go round, certainly. But, those who do have money we give the most power. And I really think thats the ROOT of peoples motivation in most things. Hopefully, humans will shift interest from power hunger to understanding.

Good points. Lets not forget the civil wars still going on, as you meantioned, KJ, like in Korea (STILL). I love the notion brought about in "Generations" that humans realized they "weren't alone" in the universe and it brought them together in a unique way. Yeah, I know, its just movie glamour, but its still a very nice idea. I am so sick of hearing about stories, even in the states, of profiling, prejudice, EOE (A wonderful idea, but that we actually NEED it is atrocious), and calling groups of human beings "minorities". It makes it sound like they are lesser people or not as important. Whats the TRUE reason for wars? Is it really property? Money? Or (my personal belief) Power?

I'm not sure what this is, but it looks like it might be good. How about a picture of "Badgeman"? (If you know what my SN means, you'll know who I mean.) =0]

ROFL! Seiben, I cant take any of your posts seriously because of that little girl in your avatar. Make her stop! ::cries::

ROFLOL!!

Uhm, yeah. We must! Especially after that post. OK, so if you are so concerned about the Romulan image, put that heart back where you found it and come with me. Theres a delegation that wants to see you...heh heh HEH... ::Spooky music here::

What? Is it a secret? Need help scanning them? Want some funds for the DL? C'mon guys, share! Share! =0]

COOL!

I was actually with SFOL when it was SpaceFleet Online with AOL. My first graduation was in a SIM with Malmute. I left for a short time, but when I came back (6 years ago maybe), I started over again. I joined an academy SIM on a Friday(?), I believe, with Moose and another GM whose name I cant recall. We were on some mission in dangerous waters (naturally) and I was posted as the CMO. Several Romulan's had beamed onboard the bridge where I happened to be and security started shooting at them. One of the injured Romulan's fell near me and I, being the Good Doctor I was portraying, rendered aide to him through the battle. I was graduated in the end because I "remembered my hypocratic oath." Unfortunately, Moose only graduated me so he could then court martial me for rendering aide to the enemy. I just cant win! =0]

Kirk> "Uhura! We....MUST....getbackto .....the...." Uhura> "Captain, we dont have all day. Spit it out!"

OK, so, if you get any, would you forward them to me, please? Nobody here wants to share! Sheesh! =0]

Yeah, yeah yeah! Thats good. More more!

Likely Story.

I would love to have a simple T-Shirt like JesusTrekkie has described. Love the ideas, BTW. Whats wrong with just simple words and the web site on the back? ::shrug:: I know. Too many lawyers in this country. Well, I'M going to look into it in my own town and see what I can conjure up. Ill write this string again when I've got my shirt...er I mean, when I have some answers. =0]

Hey, can you make mine, "Resistance is Futile and stays crunchy in milk!"? 10Q

Captain Christopher Moose stepped forward and placed a hand on his helmsmans shoulder. "Back us off a bit, Andrea. Lets see what they're going to do." The newest Ensign of the USS Arcadia D keyed the console before her and eased the engines into slow reverse. She looked up at the viewscreen again and considered the large looking size of the ship before them... An elder hand reached out before her and touched the screen again... Lt. Andrea Knlwtchr looked almost through the transparent walls of the cave. It had been several minutes since their discovery of the phenominon. It had intrigued her immensly and at the same time frozen her throat with fear. She looked over at the Commanding Officer. "Captain, its...its an illusion." Moose looked over to see... An elderly hand reach out into the transparency and lightly graze the illusion... Two Captains in a struggle to retain their places in their own time lines. Andrea Knlwtchr's face appears from the darkness: "Dont fight the transition, Moose. There will be loss. Allow yourself to grieve." Her features soften slightly and then twist and contort with the environment of the torture all around it. The colors change from green to purple to red. She reaches up... ...and an elders hand touches her forehead softly. A jolt of emotion. Memories in a tangled web enveloping all thought, all reason, all meditation. Images appear contorted and flash one after another: A Borg Drone, Lanok, The Arcadia D, Captain Moose, Sickbay on the E, over and over... And Una Knlwtchr places her fingers gingerly on Mooses face... Andrea Knlwtchr jolted up in bed. A glance around the room brought in the realization that the images were just part of a horrible dream. The blankets that were once around her when she went to sleep were now crumpled on the floor of her quarters. Her heart was pounding. Her face dripping with sweat. The beacon that had awakened her was now the only sound she heard. She stumbled out of bed and keyed the console. "Knollwatcher here, go ahead." "Doctor, your assistance is needed on the bridge." Pushing off the bed, Andrea caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and then looked down at her hands. She examined them in the light and sighed. "Im on my way."

Little Pinta looked across the ring she and her girlfriend had created in the sandy floor of the biodome. Her vision caught the smiling gaze of her friend and it made her smile even broader than before. Pinta tilted her head back and let out a giggle through the mask she sported. Each girl held tightly through gloved hands to either end of two threads of ribbon twisted lightly around a three foot metal pole in the ground. The game they were engaged in involved skipping in a circle. The players would pick up the pace slowly until the slack tightened around the pole and the girls ended in a giggling, tangled mess of arms and legs near the base. When they untangled themselves, the ribbons were straightened, and it started all over again. The masks and gloves, on the other hand, were a whole different story. According to the Jadarians, just living in a biodome was no complete guard to infection. In keeping with the common paranoia and guarding their little ones from infection, parents often outfitted them with paper masks and soft, cotton gloves when interacting with other families. Sometimes, parents wouldnt let their children interact with any of their peers at all. But, Pintas family was of the less popular mindset that social interaction was more important. Besides, there were extra safeguards to infection and they didnt want their little girl to miss out on all the experiences of life. This was not a common viewpoint of the Jadarian household and was most evident in the lack of social settings under the domes, like playgrounds, recreation centers, or social gathering structures. The pole in the ground Pinta and her friend were playing with was so simple, but such a joy for two girls who rarely spent time together. The ribbon was so thin and becomming brittle with play, but symbolized that slight thread that held their friendship together through human interaction. They came to this place only at certain times of the day and then only a few times out of a week for such a short time. They played the game over and over and it never got old. They loved the game...they loved each other so much, any time they spent was precious. Now, laying on her side, facing the friend she had so longed to play with each day, Pinta sobbed from two types of pain. One that was spreading over her body from the plague that had infested her biodome. The other pain was from the sight of her best friend laying next to her in a non-responsive stare. She had passed away just moments before after the two girls had touched hands without gloves for the first time. Since being infected and placed in the dome next to eachother, the Jadarian doctors saw no importance in no physical contact now. A Starfleet Medical Officer was surveying the biodome, taking mental notes of the levels of stages the Jadarians were suffering. Andrea Knlwtchr's gaze fell upon two little girls facing each other and stepped carefully towards them. She knelt over the first little girl she came to and scanned her. But, it was too late. She had already passed away. With a grim longing, she looked over at the other little girl and faked a gentle smile. Then the Chief Medical Officer caressed her face. "I'm Andrea, honey. You are going to be all right. I promise. We are here to help you." Andrea watched as Pinta brought her knees to her chest and held onto them. She closed her eyes, took a last fleeting breath, and slipped into a long slumber. Tears welled up in her eyes as Andrea placed her fingers on Pintas neck, only to confirm the dreadful thought that just washed over her. Andrea looked towards Heaven, shook her head, and looked for another, less critical patient to innoculate. "Lets hurry up, folks." She finally said to the rest of the medical team. "We are running out of time."

Was THAT an April fools joke? ::narrows eyes, hands on hips, tapping foot::

Lieutenant Commander Andrea Knlwtchr watched as Dr.'s Entek and Porter moved towards the science team to help in surveying the biodome. She reflected upon the opposition Mr. Entek had expressed and turned his words over in her head. Indeed, his concerns were well warranted. Several times the Chief Medical had expressed the same, but only to herself. Nor was the response any different. Andrea realized as the two doctors walked away that she failed to concur (to an extent) with the new Cardassian doctor. She shrugged and made a mental note to renew this conversation later with an affirmation and an apology. For now, though, Doctor Knlwtchr had a task of her own. While turning towards the area which the Jadarians had for the infirmed, she paused, took a deep breath, and took a step. Preliminary information about the plague was not incredibly detailed, but it reminded Andrea of an old Earth song. The old child's rhyme ran through her head as she advanced towards the closest tent: 'Ring around the Rosy’s' A sure sign of a mutated legionellosis pertussis disease, the lesions are very similar to ringworm or a amphibius sucker mark. Normally on Earth, the disease created symptoms no more serious than pneumonia. However, this disease was mutated somehow by indigenous insects. More than likely, Andrea deduced, several months or possibly years of biting insects passing the disease from egg to egg actually evolved the disease into what it was currently. Innocently passed from human to human through the air and dangerously mutated through the insects. 'Pocket full of posies' Indeed, the smell of decaying flesh was prevalent. The Chief Medical Officer pin-pointed the stench as she approached the tent. Unfortunately, it was unmistakable. Hundreds of years ago on Earth, those who were infected with the Black Plague actually carried posy pedals in their pockets with the belief the aroma would ward off the plague. Andrea noticed that just under the pungent smell of the ill was that of the fragrance that might be attributed to flowers or perfume. 'Ashes, ashes' Andrea paused in her steps for a moment to listen. The faint sound coming from the tents confirmed the next line in the lyric. The “achoo, achoo” sound one makes when sneezing was actually changed in the lyric to “ashes, ashes”. Much to her chagrin, Andrea’s dread was becoming more and more confirmed with every step towards the tents. And she didn’t like it. Didn’t like it at all. Then she stepped into the tent and took in the sight surrounding her. Men, women, and children alike were all laying in rows upon rows, allowing only that much room needed to walk by sideways. Small areas were set aside here and there for trays of medicine or storage of blankets and other medical supplies. Many were in the last stages of the disease, wracked with pneumonia and gasping for air. While a very small amount appeared confused, as if they had no idea who or where they were. The sight absolutely horrified Andrea. But not only because the disease was in so many stages in one area and that there were so many, but also because she had originally mis-diagnosed it. The lack of information just wasn’t detailed enough for them to prepare for this. Dread washed over her as she realized the detox they had undergone was good, but not nearly good enough. Doctor Knlwtchr stood in horror as her heart sank. She shuddered as she recalled the last line of the lyric aloud: "We all fall down."

******************** Andrea's head was swimming. "How does that make you feel?" Andreas voice faded out. And Mooses face appeared, confused, almost twisted, contorted. A scan of Merri's baby on a biobed diagnostic result readout. Its tiny, underdeveloped appendages moving delicately. Small jerks as she readjusted herself. Its only a few tender weeks old inside the womb. An actual life with DNA shared by Merri and Trichon. "Oh Merri, I'm so sorry." A regretful doctor holding her patient. "You must choose your own path." Una Knlwtchr folded her hands over her young granddaughters and considering her carefully. A faint smile, a very unusual sight, spread over the elder Romulans face. Her eyes softened. A touch to Captain Christopher Moose's temple. Taking in the sight as he slowly closed his eyes and allowed the Counselor to enter his mind. "Open your mind, Moose." A shock of emotions; fear, regret, uncertainty. Emotions one is not used to attributing to a Captain of a starship. And still they exist. And her own emotions flood in. "How does that make you feel?" Holding Merri in anguish as she sits on the end of the biobed. Andrea can feel the incredible sorrow. Regret washes over her. "Oh Merri, I'm so sorry." Now, the memories swim like flashes of a thunder storm. Moose opening his mind to Andrea. Merri's child. Her grandmothers hands. Moose...the baby...elder hands. Over and over. ******************** "Andrea, are you OK?" Doctor Knlwtchr blinked and looked from Trichon to Dacotah again in confusion. It was becomming harder and harder to stay in her reality. If only her grandmother were here now.

Andrea Knlwtchr sat down at her console, considered her thoughts carefully, and then keyed the console. The computer recorded as she dictated: To: Royal Thalonian Family From: UFP Starship USS Arcadia Re: Request permission to attend Fall Festival Banquet on the evening of the Grand Opening Grand Royal Family, Please accept this transmission in accordance with Starfleet/Thalonian peace regulations to request attendance to the above meantioned Grand Gathering. Only those personnel personally chosen by Ship's Captain and/or Commanding Officer are expected to attend. Barring catastrophic anomolies or physical death, those counted among the party is expected to reach, but not exceed, 20 persons. Please forward any concerns or requests related to such landing party to myself at your earliest convenience. Much appreciation and anticipation adheres to our thoughts of near future encounters with the Royal Family. Best and warmest reguards, Sr. Lt. Andrea Knlwtchr Counselor Sitting back again, Andrea considered recording it again. She was worried about her tone of voice. As she sat forward again to key the console, she poised thoughtfully and decided against it. It wasnt going to get much better than that. You can only be so nice to someone before you cross the line into groveling. The Counselor sent the message and watched the screen. For some reason, she expected an immediate and negative response. However, when the response did come, it was positive. Not only that, but a long list of customary notations were attached. Andrea sighed. "Well, I did make the suggestion. I guess you get what you ask for." Downloading the information into a padd, Lt. Knlwtchr stood and headed for the Commanders quarters.