Sovak

Congratulations to Dionysius For graduation from the 0405.22 Academy. This cadet, after multiple sims, has demonstrated the basic skills to become a member of the STSF advanced fleet sims. GOOD JOB!

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Welcome Mr Precip. May your GM carreer live long and prosper. \\//

I never was any good at these shoot 'em up games. I just keep getting creamed. I love the graphics, though, Vex. Kewl game.

=/\= Star Fleet Academy Roster =/\= SD 040328 <CO>-STSF JCin <XO>-Sovak <HELM>-Hydropolo <OPS>-2nd_Lt._Holden <TAC>-Ens_Zaphod <CENG>-a1088 <CSCI>-Tovan <CMO>-DakotaSantorez <CSEC>-Precip <SEC>-jgrenfell The USS Pursuit (Intrepid class), has been dispatched to the Verthandi nebula, where there is suspected to be a meeting ground for a group of smugglers. But the ship arrives to find an empty station, full of power fluctuations. What is going on here?

It was only logical that his priorities had changed. Sovak continued to work half-heartedly at the time calculations on his PADD, but he found that the job, something which would have come so easily to him three or four years ago, just did not hold his interest any more. At least not as interesting as the bubbly, blonde haired, incredibly curious, and thoroughly delightful distraction that pulled at his pant leg, as he sat at the dining room table. “Daddy! Boat! Daddy! Boat!” Sovak looked out the front window of their house to see who might be passing by in their vessel, but saw only empty ocean. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at his young daughter to see what had caught the attention of her inquisitive young mind. She was fascinated by the various boats that the crew had made for their transportation, and usually never failed to spot them out their large front window. Such occasions were generally momentous enough in her two year old mind, that they warranted interruption of any and all events that happened to be transpiring at the time, including his study. Amanda looked up at him with her deep green eyes, while she attempted to thrust her own toddler version of PADD into his lap, insisting that he look at it. He had created the device a few months earlier, when it became clear that she was fascinated by the work he did on his own PADD, and insisted that she “help”, which usually meant she pressed membranes at random, so she could hear the beeps. While this delighted her to no end, it did node bode well for the intricate equations he was trying to input there. But now, whenever he began work on his own PADD, she would dutifully get hers from the bottom shelf and “help” him by running the simple program he had made for the device that would begin to teach her basic shapes and recognition skills. For a two year old, she was exceptionally bright, and soon mastered the basics, calling up shapes and colors with delightful glee. Today she had pulled up a trapezoid and a triangle, and positioned them on the PADD, thus: |\ |..\ |....\ |......\ |____\ _______ \______/ “Yes, Amanda. It does resemble a sailboat. Very good.” He gave her one of the small half smiles he reserved for her alone (and then, only when no one else was around). “Would you like to go sailing?” “Boat ride?” Her face broke into a grin. She always loved sailing, and had since she was old enough to sit up on her own. “Yes, we can go for a boat ride, if you want.” He turned off his PADD and put it on the shelf, and she copiously copied his actions, placing hers back on the bottom shelf, and then ran to the door. Sovak only momentarily thought about the work he needed to do on the time calculations. He did have plenty of time to finish them, and his daughter’s smile once again preempted his plans and moved to the top of his priority list. He knew that the work was important. Even Claire, were she still alive, would frown at him. Had she lived even one more day, she would have learned what they all knew, now, that the Manticore, herself, had caused the destruction of all mankind. The byproduct of engaging their dual warp drives within the event horizon had unleashed the incredible energy of that black hole into the sector, eradicating all life. They must find a way to return and stop that event from happening. Theoretically, it was possible. There was evidence that the USS Enterprise had changed history on at least two occasions, by creating a time warp whilst slingshotting around the Sun. The calculations were intricate, however, and braking trajectories had to be precise. Since they would, in effect, have only one chance, as the procedure usually wreaked havoc with the engines, there would be no room for error. Logically, the calculations were his number one priority. His logic failed him sometimes, however, where his daughter was concerned. She waited for him at the edge of the porch, knowing she was not allowed beyond that boundary alone. She reached her hand up to take his, as he neared, and eagerly turned down the path to the peer. Her excitement soon, as always, overreached her small legs, however, and she had to turn and hold her hands up to him when they reached the steeper parts of the path. Sovak dutifully picked her up and continued the journey to the peer. He thought, once again, as he always did when the two of them made this sojourn, that Claire would have enjoyed sailing with them. The thought often assailed him whenever the two of them were together, bubbling from that carefully controlled part of his psyche, intruding on his otherwise logical realization of the fact that she was gone, that she would have been a good mother to Amanda. Though it had been two years since she died, he still missed her terribly. As Amanda scrambled aboard the small sailboat, eager to be off, and Sovak began rigging the sails, he once again was forced to consider his dilemma. If his, or any of the other crew’s theories on returning to their own time actually worked, and they were successful in either preventing the earlier Manticore from entering the event horizon of the black hole, or of rescuing her, what would happen to them? Would none of this have happened? Would Claire suddenly be back with him? Would Amanda suddenly be gone? The paradoxes were disturbing, but he did know one thing. The fate of humankind rested on their success. That is why they were taking so much time to be sure everything was planned and executed exactly right. The very existence of all the races of the galaxy depended on their success. “After all,” he thought, as he watched Amanda happily reaching over the gunwale and splashing the water, “the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few… or the one. Don’t they? ... Don’t they?”

=/\= =/\= ACADEMY BRIEF, Star Date 040321 =/\= =/\= The USS PURSUIT, a Galaxy Class Starship, has been ordered to sector 125 to rescue a Federation colony that has come under attack by unknown forces. The Pursuit is to evacuate the 60 colonists and, if possible, find out who attacked them and why. =/\= =/\= END BRIEFING =/\= =/\= Commaning Officer (CO) ----- Sovak Executive Officer (XO) ----- Precip Tactical Officer (TAC) -------- john anderson Navigation Officer (HELM) ------ proud2beatrekkie Chief Security Officer (CSEC) -- zaphod Asst Security Officer (ASEC1) -- hoffman Asst Security Officer (ASEC2) -- drako Chief Engineer Officer (CENG) -- lo'ami Asst Engineer Officer (AENG1) -- n'dak Chief Science Officer (CSCI) -- lilvalleygirl Chief Medical Officer (CMO) --- tovan Asst Medical Officer (AMO1) ---- dakota A good sim! The PURSUIT ended up defeating three renegade cardassian ships, and rescuing the surviving colonists. Good job, crew!

Congratulations to JGSL and Cadet_Zaphod For graduation from the 040314 Academy. These cadets, after multiple sims, have demonstrated the basic skills to become members of the STSF advanced fleet sims. GOOD JOB!

Sovak looked to the shoreline, about a kilometer distant, at the jutting rock atop which sat Claire and his crude home. The small shack perched on “The Point” was a small, though adequate, protection against the mild climate that seemed to prevail on this part of the future Earth on which they were marooned. He had hoped to surprise her with the dwelling, but should have known that a person trained in Special Intelligence and fact gathering would not be so easily caught unaware. She had, of course, known he was building it, but had been just as gracious and excited as if it had been a complete surprise. She immediately began giving the new residence those happy touches that females had traditionally fashioned for centuries, which made a ram-shackled house into a true home. She placed a plant here, a wall hanging there, made some curtains from some old uniforms to hang over the windows, had him make a table and chairs which needed to go just over there, and told him to wipe his feet when he came in from the garden, which, by the way, should be placed right over there, and he could start it first thing in the morning. He did have to admit, there was a certain amount of satisfaction he gleaned from making the structure from native logs, himself. And though they weren’t completely without modern conveniences (he could hardly imagine felling so many trees with an old-fashioned ax rather, as the pioneers had done, rather then easily slicing them with phasors) the rustic setting appealed to him in some way that, in his own mind, he was still not quite clear about. He shrugged those uneasy thoughts off, however, as he had found himself doing more and more of, lately. Sovak pushed the rudder of the small boat to the lee, and ducked as the boom swung over the transom. The canvas snapped as if filled with the ocean breeze and the boat surged forward on a new tack. The water lapped peacefully on the hull and swirled around the flat transom licking at the name arched across the stern of the boat, “Claire Belle” as it glided easily toward the small harbor a short distance from The Point. Power was, of course, at a premium on the planet, as most of that which was produced was put into deuterium production for the Manticore, so the “Claire Belle” had been a logical means of transportation from the main dwellings at the battery to the new house, and required no power but the wind to propel it. The meeting from which he was just returning had been about that very problem, as a matter of fact. It seemed that the longer they stayed here and began settling in, that more needs and comforts were requested by the crew, and so a larger percentage of the power they were slowly producing had to be provided to satisfy those needs. The conclusion of the meeting was predictable. There was no rush to refuel and repair the Manticore. Since there was no place for them to go in this time, except back to their own time, and theories for that particular trip were still being worked out, they had all the time they needed. So, it was quite logical that they adjust their timetable, extending it once again, so the crew could be more comfortable in the meantime. Their stay here was already projected to be several months, so allocating some of the power production for their own creature comforts would only extend their stay a few more weeks. The land was not hostile, the climate agreeable, and their resources were not strained, so it was a logical tradeoff. Sovak leaned forward to raise the centerboard as the small craft neared the shore. He caught one of the waves as it transformed to a low breaker in the shallow cove, expertly shifting his weight as he dropped the main sail and surfed the boat the remainder of the way to the sandy beach. As he pulled the lightweight craft up the beach and tied it off to a tree, high enough so it would not be carried away by the tide, he looked again to the small cottage atop The Point. Claire would be waiting for him, he knew. She had been scheduled to work in the tomato gardens with Jami today, and would no doubt be happily exhausted (she seemed to really enjoy gardening) but eager to tell him all the latest rumors and news the two of them had discussed as they worked. He found his pace quickening, and wondered again at the thoughts he was having and reactions he seemed to have at them. Once again, he shrugged them off, not really caring that it was illogical that he was actually eager to get to the small shack perched atop that rock. He found he anticipated their greeting, though it had turned into a daily ritual whenever he returned, even though they had been there only a short time. She would see him climbing the path, stop whatever she was doing and come to meet him, her two fingers extended to meet his. As the tips touched she would ask, “How was your trip?” and he would answer, “Smooth sailing.” The routine varied from there, but always started the same, and he found he was appreciative of that and really gratified at the thought of it. Perhaps he would meditate upon the illogic of those thoughts, tonight. …or perhaps not. After all, their stay here, so far, had been smooth sailing.

Sovak stopped once again at the place he had come to know as simply "The Point." The long, grassy protuberance rose high above the coastline, affording a most spectacular view of the ocean, a magnificent panorama of the coastline, and particularly stunning vision of the evening sunsets. For these reasons, the location appealed to Sovak, who had spent many of the evenings of the last month here, sometimes alone, and often with his wife, Claire. But he also appreciated the spot for one other reason. The ocean, far below, continually spent its energy crashing against the rocks that formed the foundation for "The Point" which stood proudly and defiant against the continuous onslaught. The continuous battle for supremacy in nature, in what was otherwise such a serene setting was, for him, a lesson in illogic that called to him at some deep level at which he had been heretofore quite unaware. In his meditation sessions, some of which he had taken on this very spot, he usually purged such dangerous and illogical thoughts, but he had found this particular bit of illogic to fascinate him, for some reason, and so had retained it to ponder upon. Meditation had, for a fact, become more difficult for him, since their forced sojourn on this once-thriving world. The month they had spent here, so far, had been uneventful. The problems of settling in had been minimal. The crew was able to apply the technology they had brought with them to adequately feed and house themselves, resources were plentiful, and there were no predators here of any kind. The fuel production facilities were being constructed, albeit slowly, since any heavy equipment needed for the task had to be constructed, as well. The time spent, was of little significance, however, since they really (and literally) had all the time in the world. Perhaps this very lack of the stress which had permeated his life in Star Fleet was his difficulty, but he had found the need to meditate less and less. Perhaps he lacked the motivation he once had. His goals, and indeed those of the entire crew, had changed significantly over the last month. Once, they had expended all their energy in duty to the Fleet and the pursuit of the next mission. Now, most were intent on completing whatever tasks that would expedite their return to their own time. This meant that the massive repairs to the ship would need to be completed with no support from space docks or, indeed, anyone but themselves. Communications aboard the Manticore had already been repaired, but they had found that there was simply no one with which to communicate. It seemed that whatever disaster that had destroyed all life here, had affected all the other planets in the sector as well. The Manticore was on her own. Perhaps it was this fact, more than any other that affected him so? The fact that there were no other Vulcans left, but the few in the crew. Was it possible that one of the reasons that the telepathic race had once thrived as it did, was due to an unrealized racial link they had with each other? Could his recent difficulties in meditation be tied to that fact, or was it simply a more personal problem? Perhaps he should discuss it with the other Vulcans in the crew, though meditation was a very personal thing and not discussed easily amongst them. He filed the thought away for consideration. Sovak watched the sun slip over the horizon, brightening the clouds with brilliant hues of orange and red. He turned and surveyed the now-familiar location once again, taking note of the nearby trees. “This would make a good location for a cottage,” he thought. “And we could be here for some months to come. I’m sure Claire would like it. I wonder if it would be possible to surprise her with it?” Once again the fleeting thought that this was much too emotional thinking for him flitted across his mind, but he quickly dismissed it when he thought of the smile that it would bring to her face.

Fun sim! Wish we had more time to finish it! =/\= Star Fleet Academy Roster =/\= SD 031228 <CO> - STSF Jcin <XO> - STSF Sovak <HELM> - hans_seiben <OPS> - OPEN <TAC> - kavikevleagh <CMO> - rtor_batok <AMO> - scarletfire <CSCI> - OPEN <ASCI> - OPEN <CSEC> - willingham <ASEC> - OPEN <CENG> - tovan <AENG> - OPEN 031227.txt

0402.07 Sorry we have no log of tonight's sim. The USS Pursuit found itself confronting a mirror image of itself that acted and reacted identically with everything the ship did. The results were... well... eye opening! crispin_xavier, after several sims at the academy, was graduated tonight. (So we are not blaming him totally, for blowing up the simulation.) B) Congrats, Xavier!

You are correct, Mr Gromvik. After 6 months, the rules say you get to do the Academies, again. Should be no problem for experienced players. And you are, of course, welcome to contact the Academy GM's and let them know you are an old player returning to be recertified. Most GM's have no problems with those kind of "heads ups" as long as they are legitimate.

As I am unaware of the contents of most drinks, I always just order "Something Blue" (I've tried this at RL bars and gotten some of the strangest looks... and some interesting drinks.)

The USS Pursuit is in pursuit of more data. A phenominum has appeared in Sector 122 and the Pursuit is sent to investigate. Academy040110.txt

0401.04 Great sim! We had some real talent! The Pursuit was caught in a wormhole, made a dramatic rescue and got back home again... all without blowing up! Academy040104.txt

The cast was small but mighty! The USS Pursuit was on Science mission when the shuttle got lost in a nebula. Fun sim! Academy031108.txt

=/\= Star Fleet Academy Roster =/\= SD 031102 <CO> - STSF Sovak <XO> - STSF Jorlis <HELM> - hans_seiben <OPS> - ltcmdrprecip <TAC> - rtor-batok <CMO> - nemisis <AMO> - OPEN <CSCI> - OPEN <ASCI> - OPEN <CSEC> - OPEN <ASEC> - OPEN <CENG> - chekov36103 <AENG> - tannisse A good sim tonight! Our ship investigated a derelict Klingon ship and found an interesting character aboard! Welcome to the PeopleLink Chat Monitor chekov36103 enters Holodeck rtor_batok enters Holodeck captianpittykitty enters Holodeck ltcmdrprecip enters Holodeck stsf_jorlis enters Holodeck STSF Sovak enters Holodeck stsf_jcin enters Holodeck STSF Jorlis enters Holodeck stsf_sovak enters Holodeck hans_seiben enters Holodeck ens_nemesis enters Holodeck chekov36103: the sim started yet? stsf_jcin: \ hans_seiben: no chekov36103: it's like 12:03 man. better start now, start now...... chekov36103: OR TASTE MY SKWERELY WRATH!!! stsf_jorlis: Patience, chekov. First quality of a good officer. chekov36103: sorry ens_nemesis: shhhh shhhh captianpittykitty leaves Holodeck chekov36103: hey, just living up to my name, that's all ens_nemesis: when in need of something to do ens_nemesis: dance chekov36103: as being the annoying little dude ens_nemesis: ::begins to disco dance:: chekov36103: no, the horror! ens_nemesis: dance....dance....FEVER!!! ltcmdrprecip: what wessel will we be on? stsf_sovak: Well, as soon as Jcin can get his computer going he'll let us know... chekov36103: stop stealin my lines! stsf_sovak: in the mean time, you can PM me for posts :) chekov36103: ooh,fritos ltcmdrprecip: lol...chekov...guilty as charged..:) chekov36103: taste the frito-ness chekov36103: mmmmmmmm stsf_jcin leaves Holodeck chekov36103: sorry, hyde moment ens_nemesis: man I'm tired chekov36103: i need to sleep, but i can't, because i'm all nervous and stuff chekov36103: so i need some romulans even more annoying than me to **** up ens_nemesis: night guys rtor_batok: Night Nem hans_seiben: Night Nem tannisse enters Holodeck chekov36103: yeah, my mom put me on some medication. uhh, disofficer, disofficer? attention deficet disorder yeah and apparantly i'm not payin attention what were you sayin hi hans_seiben: Hey Tannisse rtor_batok: Evening Tannisse stsf_jorlis: Evening Tannisse. Sovak is posting. chekov36103: posting what? tannisse: Hi all!, Okay ens_nemesis leaves Holodeck chekov36103: what does posting mean? hans_seiben: For positions. chekov36103: oooo! i work in engineering! chekov36103: sometimes hans_seiben: Then PM Sovak for a post. chekov36103: or helms, doesn't amtter chekov36103: it's good to see you here with the leaves and the trees and the swings and the bees and the hi ltcmdrprecip: okay..what makes the Borg Invasion at Star Trek the Experience..4d anyways..that thing flashing at me is driving me kookoo chekov36103: kookookookookookookookookoo tannisse: And, hi, Batok, Precip, Jorlis, and Seiben! ltcmdrprecip: evening Tannisse stsf_jorlis: Hello. :) hans_seiben: Guten tag chekov36103: guten tag, guten abend, gute nacht tannisse: And hello, Chekov..... chekov36103: hello tannisee!! i haven't seen you here in quite sometime with the leaves and the trees and the swings and the bees and the hi tannisse: ADD, you said? mmmmm chekov36103: yeah, my mom put me on some medication chekov36103: disofficer, disofficer? attention deficet disorder. yeah and apparantly i'm not payin attention what were you sayin hi tannisse: It'll get better... chekov36103: go for the baby! the baby with the whining and the crying and the loud and it mockin me livin stsf_sovak: OK I think I have everyone chekov36103: ::deep breaths:: tannisse: ::AA:: hans_seiben: ok stsf_sovak: let me run the roster by you ens_nemesis enters Holodeck stsf_sovak: =/\= =/\= ATTENTION TO THE SCREEN =/\= =/\= stsf_sovak: =/\= =/\= ATTENTION TO THE SCREEN =/\= =/\= stsf_sovak: =/\= Star Fleet Academy Roster =/\= SD 031101 stsf_sovak: <CO> - STSF Sovak stsf_sovak: <XO> - STSF Jorlis stsf_sovak: <HELM> - hans_seiben stsf_sovak: <OPS> - ltcmdrprecip stsf_sovak: <TAC> - rtor-batok stsf_sovak: <CMO> - OPEN stsf_sovak: <AMO> - OPEN stsf_sovak: <CSCI> - OPEN stsf_sovak: <ASCI> - OPEN stsf_sovak: <CSEC> - OPEN stsf_sovak: <ASEC> - OPEN stsf_sovak: <CENG> - chekov36103 stsf_sovak: <AENG> - tannisse stsf_sovak: (If I missed anyone else who wants a post, please contact me via PM) stsf_sovak: (Please use your position tag before all dialog during this sim from now on) stsf_sovak: <CO> Thanks! We're all ready, Mr Jorlis! chekov36103: what's ceng? stsf_jorlis: Wow. Lightning fast. :rolleyes: Thanks, sovak... hans_seiben: Chief Engineer chekov36103: oooooo, cool stsf_jorlis: Stand by for tonight's briefing... chekov36103: fix things, sounds like fun STSF Jorlis: -=/\=- STSF ACADEMY -=/\=- STSF Jorlis: -=/\=- MISSION BRIEFING FOR 11-02-03 -=/\=- STSF Jorlis: The crew has detected a derelict ship while mapping Sector 203. The ship is not powered... for the most part. Scans show one room in the center of the ship which is powered. The sensors cannot penetrate the walls of this room. The crew must find out... what's inside... STSF Jorlis: -=/\=- BEGIN SIM -=/\=- stsf_sovak: <ROSTER UPDATE ens-nemesis - CMO> stsf_sovak: <CO>:: in the CC:: (Comfy Chair) hans_seiben: <HELM> ::at his station:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::standing at tactical:: tannisse: <AEng>::runs diagnostics on the warp engine core's coil:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Seated in his chair, looking at the derelict ship on the viewscreen:: chekov36103: <ENG>::checking things over:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::attempting to run scans of the ship:: stsf_sovak: <CO>Interesting, Mr Jorlis. What do you make of it? ens_nemesis: <CMO>::in sickbay preparing medkits:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><CO> Don't know what to make it. That one room could be an engine room, I suppose. stsf_sovak: <CO>Can you tell what kind of ship it is, Mr Rtor? ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::turns his chair briefly:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::frowns slightly at the inability to scan through that room:: <CO> it is Derelict..... tannisse: <AEng><ENG>I've finished the coil's diagnostics. It's in shipshape, sir. What else do you need?::turns to face the Chief Eng. stsf_jorlis: <XO><CO> No power. Should be safe to send a team over in EVA suits. ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::returns to his station tapping panels:: stsf_sovak: <CO>True... scan for the power eminations, maybe that will tell us something. ens_nemesis: <CMO><<what does derelict mean?>> chekov36103: <ENG><AEng>Try scanning the main engine core. Let's see what makes her tick. hans_seiben: <HELM> ::maintains an orbit around the ship. hans_seiben: <<Abandoned.. old>> hans_seiben: :: stsf_sovak: <CO> Bring us to within 100 meters, Helm... ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>all sensors are performing nominally, there could be a dampening field in place on the vessel preventing our scans from getting a good grasp at what is on board the derelect vessel. rtor_batok: <TAC>:: taps her console scanning for power eminations:: stsf_sovak: <CO> She is tumbling slightly, so match her. stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> ::Nods:: Yes. Something like that could, logically, be in place over an engine room. hans_seiben: <HELM><CO> Aye aye sir. ::brings the ship within 100 metres, taps panel:: stng1701d enters Holodeck stsf_jorlis: <XO><CO> Maybe they're guarding propulsion secrets. ::Shrugs;; stng1701d leaves Holodeck rtor_batok: <TAC>::opens up the database to compare analysis with:: stsf_sovak: <CO> Could the dampening field mask life signs? tannisse: <AEng><ENG>Aye Sir, scanning main engine core area, but the scans reflect back to us, sir.. stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> ::Looks to precip for the answer to that:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::frowns slightly:: <CO> It looks like.... Klingon chekov36103: <End>Odd. What did the diagnostics turn up? stsf_sovak: <CO> Klingon? I've never seen this class... of course it IS old. stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Glances at the screen:: <TAC> Does that silhouette appear in our archives? rtor_batok: <TAC><CO> the signiture matches klingon but I have not seen this design of klingon ship before ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>Theoretically so. However they would have to have a good idea of our own scanning frequencies in order to block them..if we alter our scanning frequencies perhaps we could get better results. tannisse: <AEng>::keeps making adjustments on her console to improve scans of the engine core of the derelect vessel:: stsf_sovak: <CO><XO> Well, I suppose we aren't going to learn much more from over here... stsf_jorlis: <XO><CO> ::Nods:: Agreed. stsf_sovak: <CO> <XO> Assemble an away team. Heavy on Engineering. tannisse: <AEng><CENG>Sir, my results do not change...I cannot obtain understandable readings. ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>I must confess..a first hand observation would provide us with an in depth analysis. stsf_jorlis: <XO>+CMO+CENG+ Sickbay, Engineering, have two of your best officers report to transporter room 1. chekov36103: <Eng><Ops>Hmmmm......you have a point. Crawling around inside will give us a better look ens_nemesis: <CMO>+XO+Sickbay to Jorlis I;m on my way stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> I assume we can't transport through the dampening field? chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>come with me to transporter room 1 rtor_batok: <TAC>::frowns at console not really sure what to make of the match of power eminations vs the non match of design:: tannisse: <AEng>::walks towards turbolift::<ENG>Aye, sir::following CENG. hans_seiben: <HELM> ::positions ship at the best transport posititon:: ens_nemesis: <CMO>::picks up a medkit and motions for a nurse to follow:: ens_nemesis: <CMO>::exits sickbay and heads into the TL:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Looks around and stands:: <OPS><TAC><Helm> You all know a good deal about the ship. You'll accompany me. rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks up ::<XO> yes sir. chekov36103: <Eng>If we can't beam over, might I suggest a shuttle transport? hans_seiben: <HELM><XO> Aye aye sir rtor_batok: <TAC>::grabs her phaser off her console and holsters it:: stsf_sovak: <CO> :: nods as the backup crew takes their places:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>(sorry back) tannisse: <AENG>::in TL, wonders what is in that old bathtub of a ship:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><ENG> We shouldn't have a problem transporting outside that one room. ::Walks toward the lift:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::nods to her replacement and then proceeds to the TL:: stsf_sovak: <CO>Be careful over there. I'll keep a lock on you. stsf_jorlis: <XO><CO> ::Nods:: hans_seiben: <HELM> ::stands up and follows XO:: chekov36103: <Eng>Good ens_nemesis: <CMO>::enters TR:: stsf_jorlis: <XO>+AT+ Team, once you arrive at the transporter room, suit up. rtor_batok: <TAC>::steps on the TL:: chekov36103: <Eng>Alright, prepare for transport stsf_sovak: <CO> (No need for @'s since you are all going :) ) ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>Outside the room all systems should track. stsf_jorlis: <XO> TR1. ::Rides the lift with the rest of the bridge crew:: hans_seiben: <HELM> ::walks over to supply closet, then to TL:: tannisse: <AEng>::As TL doors open, she walks to Transporter Room 1:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> Ok. Lock us in from the TR console. ::steps off the lift:: hans_seiben: <Helm> ::Changes into EVA suit whilst in TL:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::exits lift to walk to the TR:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Arrives in the TR and grabs a suit from the locker, pulls it on:: chekov36103: <Eng> How many do we have on the Away Team so far? rtor_batok: <TAC>::enters the TR, grabbing a suit:: hans_seiben: <Helm> ::follows everyone out to TR:: tannisse: <AEng>::walks into Transporter Room one, gets an ev suit from locker and quickly puts it on:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::begins to climb into her suit:: ltcmdrprecip: <XO><OPS>at once sir... ens_nemesis: <CMO>::notices people putting on EVA suits and joins the fun:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Puts on the helmet and adjusts the seals:: <ENG> Hmm. Should be seven or eight. rtor_batok: <TAC>::manages to get in to the suit and then pulls her helmet on:: andrewlyon enters Holodeck hans_seiben: <HEy Andrew> rtor_batok: <<Evening Andrew>> chekov36103: <Eng> We only have 5 transport pads, so we'll have to go in small groups stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Steps onto a transport pad:: Very simple mission, ladies and gentlemen. We're looking to infiltrate a room on board a ship. Possible Klingon origin. hans_seiben: <HELM> ::checks his equipment:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::seals the suit:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::steps up onto the pad and listens:: chekov36103: <Eng>::grabs phasers::Guess who's coming for dinner...... ens_nemesis: <CMO>::steps up on pad while sealing helmet:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Looks around:: You're right. <OPS><Helm> You two stay behind and wait for us to transport. rtor_batok: <TAC>::makes sure she has her phaser on the out side of her suit:: tannisse: <AEng>::checks her engineering tricorder:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> Everyone else ready? chekov36103: <Eng>All set rtor_batok: <TAC>::nods to Jorlis:: hans_seiben: <HELM> Understood. ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::puts on EVA suit.::<XO>AYe sir...::Mans conslole:: hans_seiben: <HELM> ::walks off to the side:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><AENG><CMO> Geared up, ready to go? ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>Good Hunting...we'll join you shortly. tannisse: <AENG><XO>Aye, sir::double checks her hand phaser that it's set on strong stunn:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::places her hand on top of her phaser in the holster ready for the beam over:: jessie98444 enters Holodeck ens_nemesis: <CMO>::nods:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> ::Nods:: Energize. the_vagineer enters Holodeck jessie98444: Hello ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>::engages transporter:: rtor_batok: <<hi Jessie>> stsf_sovak: <CO>+COM+ Aye. Energizing. ens_nemesis: <CMO><<Vagineer is spammer>> rtor_batok: <TAC>::beams over:: ltcmdrprecip: (5 by 5 nemisis..button engaged) stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Shimmers on the derelict with the others:: +OPS, Helm+ Alright, you may proceed. tannisse: <AEng>::shimmers:: jessie98444 leaves Holodeck ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><HELM>::walks to Padd upon setting coordinates:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Looks around, activates the wrist light on his EVA suit:: hans_seiben: <HELM> +XO+ Very well chekov36103: <CEng>Never muched liked the transporter beam ens_nemesis: <CMO>::scans with tricorder:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::activate wrist light as well and looks about:: ltcmdrprecip: <HELM><OPS>Well they made it...guess we will....::smiles:: hans_seiben: <HELM><OPS>Yeah, agreed stsf_sovak: <CO> (Nice role playing touch chekov! :) ) tannisse: <AEng><CEng>I know what you mean sir...We understand it the best, so we distrust it the most! ltcmdrprecip: <Helm><TRman>Energize.. rtor_batok: <TAC>::keeps a hand on her phaser which is still holstered:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Waves light over the walls:: Does appear... distinctly Klingon. Hmm. ::narrows eyes:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS> (whoops) chekov36103: <Eng>Having your molocules scattered into millions of billions of pieces creeps me out hans_seiben: <HELM> ::Energising:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::turns to look:: chekov36103: (thank you sovak) ens_nemesis: <CMO><XO>hmmmmm this is very strange stsf_jorlis: <XO><CMO> What've you got? rtor_batok: <TAC>::flashes her light on another wall to see similar results:: hans_seiben: <Helm> ::re-appears in the derelict ship:: ens_nemesis: <CMO><XO>mirco life signs ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::remats nearby:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><CMO> "micro" life signs? ::raises eyebrow:: chekov36103: <Eng> wait, if we're all here, then whose on the ship? tannisse: <AEng><CENG>Sir, I'm reading energy emmanations from that direction... stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> ::Nods:: ens_nemesis: <CMO><XO>viral stsf_sovak: (Don't forget the handy ignore feature for unwanted chat) ltcmdrprecip: <XO><OPS>::deploys tricorder....:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Looks around:: Anyone have a general direction on this mystery room? chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>Can you pick up what kind the energy is? rtor_batok: <TAC>::flashes her light down the cooridor trying to see more of the ship:: chekov36103: <Eng><XO>I say first star to the right and straight on till morning stsf_jorlis: <XO><CMO> VIral? We should be safe in our suits. Odd, though, that there's life in the absence of atmosphere. rtor_batok: <TAC><XO> I think we were beamed to a nearby cooridor. ::looks to Precip for better clarification since he beamed us over:: the_vagineer leaves Holodeck hans_seiben: <HELM> ::pulls out tric, and performs scans:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><CENG> ::Glances around:: How about just pointing with your finger. ::grins:: tannisse: <AEng><CEMG>Aye, a variant plasma, from a location not far, down the corridor, to our right...::she points:: ens_nemesis: <CMO><XO>quite sir I've hardly heard of such expriences ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO><TAC>The room with the dampening field is 5 meters left...::gestures:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::begins walking that direction:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks the other way down the cooridor and then to where Precip was guesturing:: chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>Can you tell what's causing it? stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Motions for the others, follows OPS:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::nod:: <OPS> that seems to be about right. ::follows Precip:: tannisse: <AEng><CENG>No sir, just that the readings are also slightly .... radioactive??? rtor_batok: <TAC>::glances at the walls as they walk by them:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC><XO>::notes what appears to be a door...sealed:: Hmmm...it appears this is where we must enter. ens_nemesis: <CMO><<<BRB>> rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks to the door:: hans_seiben: <HELM> ::walks back to the rest of the group:: chekov36103: <Eng>That can't be good stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Looks at the door, looks for an access panel of some sort:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC><XO>Odd..its almost seamless! stsf_jorlis: <XO><CENG> This is your area of expertise. rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks to the sides of the door:: hans_seiben: <HELM> ::feels the door for access panel:: chekov36103: <Eng> There's got to be a control panel around here or something ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::defers to CENG and AENG for support regarding the door:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><CENG>Well...I suppose we could touch it...maybe that would open the door? chekov36103: <Eng>::looks to main control panel:: Here we go. Anybody know Klingon? hans_seiben: <HELM> <CENG> A little bit. But I'm rusty ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><CENG>Oh...dear...aside from qapla...no. stsf_jorlis: <XO><CENG> ::Looks at chekov and the main control panel:: Hey. I didn't see that before. ::furrows brow:: chekov36103: <Eng> Once again, can not be good tannisse: <AEng><CENG>Sir, it is emitting rare uni-electron isotopes...very old varieties...I suggest we do not use our phasers on the door. rtor_batok: <TAC><CENG>:: shakes head:: No I don't. stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Wonders for a moment if he's going insane:: chekov36103: <Eng>Nope, just noticing things. ens_nemesis: <CMO><<BACK>> ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>::however..the tricorder's UT database could interface with the door :: rtor_batok: <TAC><AT> Can the tricorders get any kind of scan of the room from here? andrewlyon leaves Holodeck hans_seiben: <HELM> ::looks at screen:: OKay, the red button is locked.. I think we press the green button stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> ::Nods:: Try it out. chekov36103: <Eng>The main control panel should control everything inside the room, so it's a logical step, i guess. stsf_sovak: ACTION: THE DOOR OPENS TO A LIGHTED ROOM WITH ATMOSPHERE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF A STANDARD ONE WAY FORCE FEILD. rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks to the door as it opens:: hans_seiben: <HELM> Ah... ::Censored:: ens_nemesis: <CMO>facinating rtor_batok: <TAC>::brings a hand up to shield the light as her eyes adjust to the light:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff>:: Looks up from inside the room:: What the?..... tannisse: <AEng>::continues to scan stepping close to the open door:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Raises eyebrow into the room:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Vistors! ::grins:: chekov36103: <Eng> Hold on, and I'll get the light ens_nemesis: <CMO>::waves to Burly:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::looks to XO:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><Burly> Who are you? stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Come in! Come in! chekov36103: <Eng>::feels along the wall for some type of light switch:: Bingo. stsf_jorlis: <XO><Burly> Is this your ship? rtor_batok: <TAC>::slowly brings her hand down as she notices someone inside of the room:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> I'm sure you wanna take those heavy suits off! :) chekov36103: <Eng> ::the lights are turned down a little:: hans_seiben: <HELM> :;peers in:: <McGruff> What is your name, big fella? rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks from Jorlis to McGruff:: chekov36103: <Eng> I think we found a romulans opposite ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC>(w)any chance this is a prison cell...and he's the prisoner? stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> :: wipes his hands on a greasy rag:: Sorry, I don;t have some drinks or something to offer ya. tannisse: <AEng>::looks at the Chief (Engineer) for inspiration, she continues to scan from the doorway:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff>Oh! Sorry! Uh McGruff's the name... you can jes call me Burl. rtor_batok: <OPS><TAC> (w) I was wondering something similar. :looks to the door frame:: If we go in, can we get out? stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Crosses arms:: <Burly> Sir, we are officers of Starfleet investigating this ship. What can you tell us about it? ens_nemesis: <CMO><XO>the atmosphere appears safe chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>What class is this ship anyways? hans_seiben: <HELM><MCGruff> Hey, why are on board a Klingon ship, anyways Burl? ::smiles:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> :: looks around:: Yeah well.. I uh... tannisse: <AEng><CENG>Sir, are you getting life readings on this man? I'm not...not normal ones, although there could be interferrance...::looks to CEMG stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Not really... I shoulda known better than to trust that Ferengi. ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::literally stands under doorframe with wristlight and tricorder active:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Glances at CMO:: Odd. He must have activated the atmospheric systems. stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> He said it was a good deal... a bit old, but runs good he said.... chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>I'm getting the same thing. Maybe it's the radiation. Don't take off the suits just yet. stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> I got all the way out here, and it just quit! stsf_jorlis: <XO><Burly> Ah. Well, we've brought two engineers with us. hans_seiben: <Helm> ::nods:: You got yourself a lemon, eh? Dems da breaks. rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks to Burly and then back to the door frame before looking to Precip:: ens_nemesis: <CMO>::scanning McGruff:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>Does this look like a bridge to you Commander? ::said with great doubt:: tannisse: <AEng><CENG>Aye, sir, good idea...How does he exist in radiation, or does the force field shield him?? chekov36103: <Eng><XO>Say no more. ::starts digging around the rest of the room:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> I was afrid they might have messed with the engines, waited for me to be all alone out here and come after me... I was sitting duck! ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC>I don't see a means for him to get out....We best keep this door the way it is...open. stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> Perhaps. Must have its own backup power source. hans_seiben: <HELM> ::kicks a wall.. and a metal piece falls off:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> So I erected a dampening field... chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>What type of race is he? rtor_batok: <TAC><OPS>(w) do you recall if the ship had a command center? stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> But I'll be darned if I can get tehis thing running again. stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Sighs:: <Burly> Sir, do you request assistance from our engineering team? stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> I been working on it for three weeks! rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks back behind them down the cooridor:: hans_seiben: <HELM> ::Walks back to XO and the group:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC>15 meters forward..one deck up... tannisse: <AENG><CENG>All I get are electorns...Is he a hologram??? Or is my tricorder being jammed? chekov36103: <Eng><Helm>I don't think kicking this metal bucket's gonna do it any good stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Yeah it had a commande center... I had to shut it all down to conserve power. ltcmdrprecip: <OPS>::points:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::turns back and nods to Precip:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Could you? Help me out I mean... chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>Once, again, more likely the radiation......unless your hand passes through him. stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> I don;t have much money... hans_seiben: <HELM><CENG> Heh heh.. just .. testing? ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>Commander..permission to inspect this vessel's command deck with TAC. stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> But I'm kinda in a bind. stsf_jorlis: <XO><Burly> If you request it, my engineering team will do what they can. stsf_jorlis: <XO> Money? ::raises eyebrow:: Doesn't exist in the Federation. Where are you from? stsf_jorlis: <XO><OPS> Do you know where the command deck is? tannisse: <AEng><CEng>Sir, I do not recommend all the AT step in this room. There may be no way out if the door jams shut. ens_nemesis: <CMO>::scanning McGruff::<MCGruff> when are you from? rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks to the XO:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Doesn't exist? I dunno what you mean! Money makes the world go 'round yanno! chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>Keep something inbetween the door hans_seiben: <HELM> ::looks around the ship:: ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><XO>15 meters...down the hall...::points..one lift up. stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Uh... from? Well... here and there... ::grins:: stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::glances over:: <OPS> Alright, but keep in contact. chekov36103: <Eng>I really don't trust this guy stsf_jorlis: <XO><Burly> Not every culture believes so. hans_seiben: <HELM><McGruff> Yes, well.. we do have credits.. and latinum. In some places. tannisse: <AENG>::Scans the walls. Finds a stool and puts it in the doorway, then enters and stands near the CENG:: rtor_batok: <TAC>::turns and lets Precip go by before going to the lift in the direction he pointed:: ens_nemesis: <CMO><McGruff>you're human ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC>::with tricorder active:: This way.... stsf_jorlis: <XO><Burly> How is it that this room is powered? chekov36103: <Eng>Yeah, what runs this sucker anyways? stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> :: eye's brighten and Han's remarks:: See What's I tell ya! :) rtor_batok: <TAC>::follows precip and keeps a hand on her holstered phaser:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff>I wish I knew... I could figure that out, I coulda been outa here three weeks ago! stsf_jorlis: <XO><CENG> Think you can get this thing running? ens_nemesis: <CMO><McGruff>what year is it? ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC>::approaches lift..runs tricorder....:: It appears functional....::taps button on side of door...:: chekov36103: <Eng> Okay, you're trying to fix something that you don't know how. Interesting. stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Year? Yanno... you lose track of time out here.... rtor_batok: <TAC><OPS>wonder if there is anything in the database to tell us what that room is? ::stops by the doors awaiting the lift:: chekov36103: <Eng><XO>With some bubble gum and duct tape if we're lucky tannisse: <AENG>::keeps scanning the power relays::<AENG>This part of the system has very standard configurations, Commander Chekov. ens_nemesis: <CMO><McGruff>well century then? hans_seiben: <HELM>::looks around:: ltcmdrprecip: <TAC><OPS>I do too....::doors open....:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><CENG> Do what you can. rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks at the lift as it opens before stepping in:: chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>Odd. It's a derelict ship but has modern structure. stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> ::frowns:: Century? Boy, are you lost! :: laughs:: ltcmdrprecip: <TAC><OPS>Going up...I Hope... tannisse: <AENG><CENG>We could activate this part and perhaps impulse would go on line. hans_seiben: <HELM> Must of been re-fitted recently ens_nemesis: <CMO><McGruff>have you been drinking young man? rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks at the walls of the lift seeing more of the same design of earlier:: <TAC> hope so too. ::finally looking to the ceiling of the lift:: rtor_batok: *to<OPS> chekov36103: <Eng><Aeng>Maybe we should get life support back on.....they're not running. stsf_jorlis: <XO> ::Watches Burly:: You say you've been in contact with the Ferengi? stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> What a stoopid question! I;ve been stuck her for THREE weeks!.... ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC>::feels the lift rise...and the doors open revealing..a bridge of some sort:: stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> of COURSE I've ben drinking! tannisse: <AENG><CEng>I'll work on life support, Sir, and purging the radiation, if we can.... rtor_batok: <TAC>::looks out at the bridge cautiously before stepping out:: hans_seiben: <HELM>::chuckles:: ens_nemesis: <CMO><McGruff>I see ens_nemesis: <CMO><McGruff>so you have drinking problems? chekov36103: <Eng><XO>Sir, the life support systems are currently off-line. There's no way he'd be able to go three weeks without life support. rtor_batok: <TAC><OPS> So where do you want to start? trying to get a console to work or lighting, or just check it out? ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC>Odd...not the atypical Klingon configuration....I studied at the academy stsf_sovak: $ Burly McGruff> Not at all... I drink... I get drunk... no problem! rtor_batok: <TAC>::nods:: <OPS> The scans didn't resemble Klingon design fully. ltcmdrprecip: <OPS><TAC>Best...the ship's log perhaps? ::walks over to what appears to be the CO's chair:: stsf_jorlis: <XO><CENG> But this one room's been powered. Is life support functioning in there? stsf_sovak: =/\= =/\= PAUSE SIM =/\= =/\= stsf_sovak: =/\= =/\= PAUSE SIM =/\= =/\= ens_nemesis: <CMO><McGruff>the first step to recovery is to admit you have a problem rtor_batok: ::pause:: hans_seiben: ::paused:: stsf_sovak: <CO>LOL... I wish we had more time... tannisse: ::paused:: ens_nemesis: ::paused:: stsf_sovak: <CO> This was fun! chekov36103: ::pausing:: hans_seiben: Indeed ltcmdrprecip: ::paused:: (thought I was about to be ejected into space hehe) chekov36103: you're leaving us?!?! stsf_jorlis: What excellent simming. :) ens_nemesis: <<I I was actually going somewhere with that drinking bit>> stsf_sovak: <CO>Indeed! good sim! chekov36103: that was cool. what next? ltcmdrprecip: Must impress my CO lol] hans_seiben: lol ens_nemesis: lol stsf_jorlis: Our sims run for an hour, chekov. Check the schedule at the website for the next one. stsf_sovak: Do we have any cadets looking to graduate? stsf_sovak: Send me PM if you are. chekov36103: darn. we'll have to do this again hans_seiben: www.stsf.net/help Should see that too hans_seiben: I...think? stsf_sovak: (I meant to aks you that before we started) ltcmdrprecip: aye..more academies tommorrow! ens_nemesis: 2 hans_seiben: Two back-to-back. chekov36103: i'll have to come tomorrow ens_nemesis: and dance stsf_sovak: We'll be here next satruday night at the same time... but feel free to drop by any of the Academy sims on the schedule. ens_nemesis: like you have a fever stsf_jorlis: I'm not sure of the extensions. I only know www.stsf.net :D chekov36103: darn, and i was just figuring out burl wasn't real nacole enters Holodeck stsf_sovak: LOL rtor_batok: <<Evening Nacole>> stsf_sovak: Thanks for a great sim, all! I had a good time. ens_nemesis: hey Nacole tannisse: We're Star Trek Simulation Forum, Chekov. ens_nemesis: he was real ens_nemesis: a real drunk ltcmdrprecip: gnight all! chekov36103: well, the character. i think burl is a simulation or something rtor_batok: Night Precip stsf_sovak: Thanks, Jorlis, for filling in for our computer problem ridden Captain. hans_seiben: It doesn't work.. ignore my URL. :D ltcmdrprecip leaves Holodeck stsf_jorlis: It was a pleasure. :) hans_seiben: Goodnight all nacole: hey nem tannisse: 'Night all. Live long and prosper :) hans_seiben leaves Holodeck tannisse leaves Holodeck stsf_sovak: I dunno, Chekoc... I was looking forward to figuring it out too. :) STSF Jorlis leaves Holodeck chekov36103: i need sleep, but i can't, because i'm too nervous about tonigh. it's a friggin catch-43 chekov36103: i need sleep to do good tonight, but i can'*. **'* freakin me out man!!! chekov36103: and i need a bagel, with the cream and the cheese and the creamy cheesy cream ens_nemesis: ummmm ens_nemesis: riiiiiiiight stsf_sovak: Well, I have to run... g'night all. rtor_batok: night all ens_nemesis: night Sovak chekov36103: with coffee, definately need a cup of coffee, so it is now time to arise and take your skwerel to the.....bagel shop nacole: i need a life stsf_jorlis: ::only eats bagels with butter or ham&swiss:: stsf_sovak: Thanks again! stsf_jorlis: Night Sovak. :) stsf_sovak leaves Holodeck

The USS Pursuit doesn't even get blown up!...sort of...

A most emphatic NO on this one. I have a wonderful example that is very personal, and very true. I've thought of this example many times in my life, and am amazed to think of the ripple effect that the change would have made in my life. The year: 1976. A young man, just out of High School, sits in a Personnel Manager's office, interviewing for a job. The factory job he has applied for is the most lucrative of his short employment history, and will put plenty of money in his bank account to tide him over during his upcoming college sojourn. College is expensive! He really needs the money. The Personnel Manager, after giving him a tour of the facility, showing him his duties, and introducing him to his prospective supervisors, tells him he can start tomorrow. He explains that there will be a three week training period, longer than most because this particular job is rather difficult to master, and they want someone who will be steady, hardworking, and who will stay there for a while. Therein lies the moral dilemma. Does the young man take the job, pocket the rewards, and, come the fall and college time, ditch it? Or does he do the morally right thing and tell the PM his plans and that this is only a Summer job for him? I chose the latter. The Personnel Manager respected my honesty, but told me I could not be placed in that position... however... there is a position in the secondary department that might work for you. It doesn't pay as much, but you can start tomorrow. It's in a completely different part of the factory called the "back" building. The next day, while sitting there, mindlessy putting together spark plug wires, I got to know several of the other workers. We chatted for hours as we sat there. One cute young girl who worked accross the bench from me, I really began to like, and I finally got the nerve up to ask her out. Twenty-seven years later, we have three wonderful kids, and three adorable grandchildren. I cannot imagine how my life would have changed, had I told that one little white lie to accept the first job. Change one little thing about the past? Not on your life! You have no idea what unpredictable changes it would make!

That is almost correct. Actually it reads: "I (state your name) promise to protect the life of the GM at all costs and sacrifices that I may be required to make, and to realize that Ensigns are entirely expendable."

Though I did like the moral questions and dilemmas this episode brought up, I still have a problem with the plot device that uses a method of supposedly quickly and easily writing Human DNA and altering appearances, and then fixing it so everything is OK at the end of the episode. Reminds me too much of bad werewolf movies I watched as a kid. It's been done before on Trek: "Genisis" from TNG, the episode where Tom supposedly broke warp 10 in voyager (don't recall the name, as the episode was wholly forgettable), and now this one. I'm not sure if it was ever done on DS9, as I missed a lot of those episodes. Anyway, I don't think the plot is very believable. (I know, I know! Believability is entirely subjective idea in a science fiction genre, but it's my opinion, anyway! :D )

Why do we automatically assume old people are wise? I've known some who were $#%#%# idiots. How much would you like to bet that opinion changes when you become one? ::mumbles something about those young whipper-snappers::

You've come to the right place, Kate! Check out our Getting Started page here at STSF, and show up to one of the scheduled academies. We have a great organization, here, and a wonderful and friendly group of simmers. Welcome!

I'm afraid we can't do special fonts (like strike-through) in the titles. Sorry.