Laehval tTemarr

Hi, I'm Larry. This is my brother Darryl. My other brother Darryl couldn't make it.

Paris> Hey, Tuvok! What's the difference between a Vulcan and a Robot? ... Robots don't have ears! Hahahahahahahaha. Paris> Besides the ears, what's the difference between a Vulcan and a Robot? ... Robots can be programmed for humor! Hahahahahahahaha. Paris> Besides the ears and the humor, what's the difference between a Vulcan and a Robot? ... Everybody likes Robots! Hahahahahahahaha Robot> Ba dum bum CHING! Tuvok> That was not amusing.

Ewww ... that's just nasty. Also, here is another picture of Deforest in a cowboy hat that I found. ;) Now, I'd like a cast photo from the series Dead Like Me. (Should have at least 5 people in it.)

Paris> These ATM machines never work right! Where does it spit out my money? Tuvok> It is the future, Tom. We don't use paper money. We have credits now. Paris> Oh... uh... well, hypothetically speaking ... do credits tuck nicely into g-strings?

Here you go: Someone go find me a picture of Han Solo, Princess Leia, C-3PO, and Chewbacca all together. ;) I know it is out there.

How about this one? It looks cold. Somebody find me a picture of a Canadian Mounty on horseback. (That's a shout-out to all you Canadian's, eh.) :P

"Guns don't kill people... Romulans do." -Me "When I was a kid, we had a quicksand box in the backyard. I was an only child . . . eventually." - Stephen Wright "When I die I'm going to leave my body to science fiction." - Steven Wright "If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? ... We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason." - Jack Handy "Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done." - Jack Handy "Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." - Charles M. Schulz

Nice try, Dumbass, but we all know that Huff is the real geek. She's the geekiest of the geeks. :P Right Huff? ::Huffs:: I love you little t! LOLOL

Malcom Thinking> "She's touching my hand! We're getting it on tonight. Baw chica baw baw. Finally, I get the attention I deserve from a woman!" Risan Female Thinking> "I wonder if I should tell him I haven't always been a woman."

Evidently, Darrik, you ask the impossible. Sorry! I looked for a long time last night and couldn't find anything close. If I had Season 6 of TNG, I'd replay the Birthright I episode where Bashir was visiting the Enterprise and get you a screen capture. For now, I think you'll have to get along with this one of Bashir in his fancy duds: Somebody pick something for someone else to find. My creativity is shot tonight.

Ha ha ha! Huff IS a big Geek! :D A little late Dumbass, but the quality is worth it. Good job! ::Snickering the whole time.:: And here is your MXC photo, Pinner: Now ... I want a picture of an outlandish costume from the movie Priscilla - Queen of the Desert!

How's this one? :D Hahahahahahahahahahaha Somebody find me a picture of a Sci-Fi Geek.

The Raging Storm Outside (aka Attack of the RES Firestorm) By El’Riov Laehval t’Temarr Daise’Engineer "We've just run out of time." Laehval clutched her console with her usual grim determination. Another shudder rolled through the ship, causing it to lurch unexpectedly. Gritting her teeth to keep from biting her tongue, she concentrated on rapidly keying sequences into her terminal. She was nearly bucked from her chair two or three times, but somehow managed to keep her seat. She always did. Engineering was even more chaotic than usual. The normal bustling pace of her crew had elevated into a full-scale frenzy as the engineers dashed about, doing their best to keep the Talon in one piece. More than a few sported rapidly developing bruises due to their untimely encounters with consoles or equipment. Had she been watching, Laehval would have been proud to see that even those that were bleeding from minor lacerations were still selflessly continuing with their duties. She was not, however, paying attention to her engineers. They were responsible enough to know what needed to be done. If they did happen across something with which they needed guidance, they would be sure to ask. In the meanwhile, she was busy with more important matters… like bellowing orders to the crew she had working on the modified shielding. "WE NEED THAT SHIELDING UP IMMEDIATELY! FINALIZE THE POWER MATRIX AND INITIATE IT HNA!" Though there had yet to be any confirmation that their attacker was the rogue ship RES Firestorm, Laehval had logically drawn her own conclusions. Likely, they had surprised the other ship without ever detecting them. She assumed that rather than waiting for their super-weapon to power up, the Firestorm's captain had attacked them with conventional means in order to give his ship time to compensate. "Because if they had used the EPSILON, au'd be space dust right hna. Or ionic particles. Or some form of anti-proton in an eternal revolution around the imploded AQS." Muttering to herself, she waited on her team to comply with her politely phrased request. "Lhhei..." A breathless Ensign staggered to her side, grasping the closest chair to keep from falling. He shoved an ISD at her as though to rid himself of the burden. "The matrix is online and all circuit pathways have been rerouted to handle the drain. Our energy reserves are at one-hundred forty percent and climbing." "Menkha. I'm initiating the sequence hna. Get back to aur team and tell aur team-leader to be prepared. We've na had sufficient time to draft out a reliable power distribution system, so there will likely be blown circuits and nodes. Everything should have a backup. Au will be replacing parts to keep the system working. Any delays will cause the destruction of the Talon. Is that in any way unclear?" "Ie, Lhhei! I mean ... na, Lhhei!" He gave her a very short bow and backed hastily away. Sliding the ISD into the reader slot, Laehval uplinked it to the main computer and fed the remaining pieces of data into the incomplete matrix schematic. Within just a few moments, she'd started the ignition sequence. Lights and consoles in Engineering began flickering as the power drain stabilized and began to flow steadily. She was certain that similar power drains were happening all over the ship, but nothing could be done about those. All of the critical systems were protected from such outages. If the most they suffered was t'Rexan's wrath at not being able to adequately sharpen her hook-ed hand in the dark, then Laehval had done her job properly. As always, the safety of the ship and its crew came first and foremost. A detailed schematic of the RES Talon appeared on the large display screen overhead. Entering a rapidly keyed sequence, she glanced up and back as the display changed layer by layer. The outline depicting the Talon’s regular shielding appeared, then three thin each came online within the original, swirling in hypnotic fashion. Those layers represented their attempt to repel, contain, or destroy the virus that the Firestorm was sure to send their way. Over the main shields came a much larger, thicker shield that pulsed as it shifted rapidly through random frequencies. She poured as much power as she dared into those shields. They would be the Talon’s only protection against the Firestorm’s energy beam weapon. Where their usual shielding would attempt to block the energy beam (and fail to do so in a matter of nanoseconds), the modified shield would absorb the energy, and then recycle it to power itself and the other ship systems. Its weakness was that it would not be able to sustain itself for long. The more energy that went into it, the faster it would overload unless the overflow could quickly be siphoned away. She had several different storage systems set up to handle such overflow, but once those were full, the energy would have nowhere to go. Based on the information she’d retrieved on the Firestorm’s capabilities, she hoped that the Talon could outlast the energy beam longer than the Firestorm could outlast the power drain on its systems. Though some of the siphoned energy could be thrown back out into space through the deflector array, Laehval considered that only as a last resort. Though every moment felt like an eternity, it had taken only a few minutes for her crew to put all of the new shielding into place. Luckily, the programming work that she and tr’Pexil had done earlier made everything go smoothly. Now … if they could only keep from being incinerated, her day would be a whole lot better.

It doesn't count if your picture isn't showing up! :D

Humming> "The Less you wear, the more you need Nair!"

Did you want a Laser POINTER? A POINTER dog? Or maybe a POINTER sister? :D Now somebody go find me a picture of a hairless Chihuahua.

No offense, Darrik, but that picture does not do the 1967 Mustang justice! As I take it as a personal affront (lusting after muscle cars of all sorts), I feel it is my Mustang given duty to post some better pictures of this sweeeeet ride for all to enjoy! Here they are! The 1967 Mustang Convertible: The 1967 Mustang GT Fastback: AND the 1967 Shelby GT 350 Mustang: So ... ROCK ON! Now back to your regularly scheduled Google game.

This Avro Arrow? Awww... ain't that cute. It has a little Canada Leaf on it and everything. :D So... now I want a picture of an Angry Chipmunk with a hangover. Or ... you can just post a picture of THE Chipmunks - Alvin, Simon, & Theodore. And make it a good one. :D

Thinking> "I'm too sexy for this skirt ... too sexy for this skirt. So sexy it huuuuuuuurts. On the catwalk ... on the catwalk, Yeah, I shake my Starfleet Tush on the catwalk..."

There's your half a beard on a crazy Boston fan. :D There's a HUGE picture of firstclass for you Knl. :D And Darrik - This is where I found that picture of the Monty Python Gumby: http://mtglair.de/mp.html Now ... somebody find me a picture of Austin Powers' Fasha. (His father.)

I only listen to Paul Anka, John Tesh, and Pat Boone's album - In a Metal Mood. Ha ha. Just kidding. I also occasionally break out the Manilow, too. Give it up for Barry M! He's Copalicious.

Here's your Gumby on a Monty Python trading card! :D Now ... Mama needs some eye candy! Go find me a hunky cowboy in chaps (pants optional, of course). EDIT: And I mean a REAL hunk! None of this, putting N'Dak's head on a cowboy Ken doll. (I already have one of those at home, anyway.)

I'd have a Betazoid wedding! Muhahaha. Wait ... I'm already married. I don't need two husbands! You people are trying to trick me! How about a Betazoid cabana-boy initiation ceremony? Yes, I could do that. Yum. Now to find suitable candidates...

First of all, I have to answer this one from the past: Uh... Death, please. No, no! I meant cake! (I love Eddie Izzard.) I'd much rather have a cash cow to keep my wallet so full that I'd have to carry the extra $$ rolled up gansta' style! Word to yo Motha, Foo! Here's my question: Being stuck with Vanilla Ice's haircut forever OR Having your face look like Michael Jackson's latest plastic surgery fiasco? And death is not an option ... ^_^

Must we Romulans always be portrayed as the wicked, sneaky brigands of the Star Trek Universe? That's so sweet that you'd take care of a Romulan the same as one of your own. That will give him a second chance to stab you in the back when you're not looking. You bleeding hearts amuse me. No, seriously... I want to pull out your hearts and watch them bleed. I get great satisfaction from watching that very odd iron rich blood spurting interesting patterns on the ceiling. ::Broad, evil grin.:: Joking! I'm just joking! N'Dak ... tell the people I'm joking! :P ::Innocent look.:: As to my graduation story ... I'm also a product of SFOL on good old AOL. I can't remember anything about my graduation. I was probably drunk at the time (no, not really) or maybe that just decided to pass me in hopes that I'd stop hanging around the academy sims and quit harassing the cadets. Needless to say, they didn't know me very well. ::Grin.:: The RES Talon was the ship I posted to straight out of the Academy, all wet behind the ears. Greenhorn and all that. Not only was I thrown into the Star Trek universe, but I had become a Romulan as well. It took me several weeks before I actually understood what people were saying. Now that I think about it though, I still don't know some of those words that t'Rex comes up with. ^_^