Travis Kroells

Indeed. I cant help but laugh at the fact that we dont know our own imaginary world's government.

He gets a point for the avatar.

This amazing play was followed by a headbutt and a red card.

Well, at least you backed your claim up. You're lucky to get more then one sentence out of some people.

I've played only humans, besides a Ferengi and a Betazed so I guess I can only click off TNG.

And now, for the most important posting of our time...

Are you a fan of Battlestar Galactica, and The Office? Yes? Good.

Both? Better.

Neither? Well... stop reading I guess.

I found these two hilarious youtube videos, of the openings of Battlestar Galactica and The Office, remixed with eachothers themes. The Office video is particularly hilarious, when they get the the episode specific scenes in that tribal little chant.

The Office opening, BSG Style: {look for it on Youtube}

BSG opening, The Office Style: {look for it on Youtube}

Cuda, you seem to be obsessed with pink slugs after that N'Dak sim. Poor poor Cuda.

~Ali

That was a good day to be a slug.

I swear I saw this kid playing bumper cars by himself at the Tulsa Incredible Pizza company last night.

After being in Tulsa, Oklahoma for a few days I'd like to change my vote to extremely bad drivers.

So, pick either how you think the world would end, or the doomsday scenario you'd like to play out. Besides, we all know how I want it to end.

I like that one with the crazy robots, and that woman who seduces everyone and causes nuclear catastrophes.

I had a Borg Cube in the online dynaverse of Starfleet Command 3. It pwned all. That's always been my biggest question about Trek. The Borg made the UFP look like cavemen with pointy sticks at Wolf 359. The Federation didn't fare much better at Sector 001 either. (Picard had to tell the fleet where to shoot)

So why don't the Borg just send like...I dunno, a handful of cubes and assimilate us all?

Well, it'll have to be done before December 21st 2012.

It's going to come. Someday.

It's probably a beta test. You'd think that they would give STSF unlimited access to the game. After all, we are the official roleplayers of Star Trek.

If you look closely in the wedding scene of Nemesis, Crusher's there with a uniform and I think Lieutenant pips.

Because we all know how big of a Nemesis fan you are. :)

What can I say, it's a Ford.

...You own, or have seen the movie Trekkies.

::a tumbleweed blows by::

I think my

post is broken.

It should be noted...that all participants in the academy are humans...and cadets, even individuals that have already graduated, due to the hour long plots. We're all just John and Jane Doe's waiting to be sacrificed by N'Dak.

“The problem with peace”

Business was down. Mog regarded with a frown as he entered the Holy Grail. Those who were present were almost entirely Starfleet Officers or Klingons, with a random smattering of civilians. The Ferengi walked past the bar into a back room where Travis sat behind a desk, reviewing a data padd in one hand and held a stiff drink in the other.

“Travis, it’s barely noon.”

Mog’s voice distracted Kroells from his papers. He smirked and took a drink before standing. “You would be too if you’ve had my week.” The two outstretched their arms, putting their wrists together with hands tilted outward, fingers curled in, the traditional Ferengi handshake.

“I can see...” Mog trailed off as the two businessmen sat. The Ferengi grabbed the decanter off Kroells’s desk, pouring himself a couple fingers before continuing. “What the hell did you do to all my customers?”

“They’re all gone.” Kroells shrugged. “The Romulan’s have all but pulled out, not that we got much patronage from them anyway. Starfleet has reduced it’s presence as well and those officers still around are running full time to repair and upgrade the station, which has so far been shoddy work at best.”

“What do you mean? The Hew-mons seem to be handling things quite well here.” He glanced through the tinted window in Travis’s office out onto the bar floor. “Besides, you should watch what you say. Those Starfleeters are your best customers.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you’d gotten here a few days earlier.” Kroells sighed and took a drink, turning to look out the window as well. “Half the station’s fusion reactors were down since I got here. Couldn’t activate the Grail’s holographics, or use any of the holosuites due to ‘power conservation’. They only got them up and running in the last week. And you want to hear the cause? A faulty sensor somewhere in the system. I swear, I’m amazed the station doesn’t just fall on Avalon sometimes.” He took another drink, finishing off the glass before standing. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

The two left Kroells’s office, and headed up a set of spiral stairs to the Grail’s second floor. It was empty, and construction equipment lay everywhere. Mog held a sigh of relief that Travis hadn’t remodeled too drastically. Now that he looked at it, it didn’t look like he’d changed anything. The main bar, and the dabo tables were still down on the first floor, while the second served more as a formal restaurant. Kroells had spent the last of his winnings fixing the place up for the reopening, but he didn’t seem to get much more accomplished then a new coat of paint.

“I don’t get it. You haven’t changed anything.” The Ferengi moved around the lounge area, examining the surroundings.

“That's because, all the upgrades are beneath the surface.” Travis moved over to a control panel, and input several commands. “I had the entire lounge outfitted with holo emitters. It’s basically a massive holodeck now. I can rearrange, reconfigure, and change the scenery to fit however I want.” The old familiar scenery of the grail suddenly disappeared, replaced by the ruins of an ancient castle. The tables and chairs were now made of stone, surrounded by a crumbling courtyard. “So, what do you think?”

“Do you have the latinum to hire my consul?” The Ferengi ran his hand over a table, feeling the smoothness of the stone. It impressive engineering, but none of that mattered. The only important thing was if it drew customers or not.

Kroells sighed, as he deactivated the program, and the lounge reset itself. “Business has been down lately. Peace has been bad for business. Everyone is too busy to drink and gamble from fear of Scorpiad annihilation.”

Mog chuckled. “You never learn, do you?”

“What?”

“Rule of Acquisition #35: Peace is good for business. You’ll find a way Travis. I didn’t teach you this much to allow your business to flounder in its first months, and that‘ll be a slip of latinum as well.”

Kroells didn’t reply as he, pulled the latinum out and stuffed it in the Ferengi’s hand. He made his way back down to the bar, Mog not far behind. He acknowledged a couple of half drunk officers sitting at the bar before moving back into his office. The two sat back down, Mog picking up his drink, while the human poured himself a new one. They sat in silence for a while, observing the customers before Travis finally spoke. “So how long are you staying?”

“Just a few days. Long enough to drop of our shipment and re-supply the ship.”

“What, no attempts to steal the Grail from under me?” Kroells said with a smirk.

“No, not yet. Besides, you’re not desperate enough to sell yet. Besides, I’m waiting to see what happens to you after the Excalibur returns.”

“What, you heard about Mark too?”

“Yeah, didn’t he shoot you last time?”

FEDERATION DATABASE

CIVILIAN BIOGRAPHICAL SECTION

SUBJECT: Travis Kroells (Special Notice: Subject is a former Starfleet officer, all non-classified data has been transferred to this document)

SUBJECT INFORMATION

Name: Travis Jon Kroells

Merchant ID #: 1988-86-0442-K

Age: 30

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Height: 6’4

Weight: 200 lbs

File Photo:

DISTINGUISHING MARKINGS

Eyes: Blue/Green (Hazel)

Hair: Brown

Scars: Left Shoulder on the scapula (from shuttle accident), backside and palm of left hand (from unknown knife, attacker unknown), left foot (from .357 projectile round, shooter unknown)

STARFLEET SERVICE INFORMATION

Graduating Class: 2375 (93rd Percentile, Earth Academy, Science Division)

Major: Spatial Anomalies Minor: AI. and Holoprograming

Years In Service: 3 (2375-2378)

Ships Served: USS Vermont, Oberth Class

USS Reaent-G, Ambassador Class

Special Notes: Co-Developer of the Kroells-Garnoopy Array, similar to the towed arrays used by submersibles in the 21st Century. Scaled for both shuttle use. Fleet ships will be supplemented with the array for their shuttlecraft upon their next scheduled refit. The Civilian patent (filed by Mr. Kroells) is filed as the “Kroells Array”.

CRIMINAL RECORD

1 Count of Illegal Weapons Possession (Served eight months on New Zealand labor colony, barred from owning any firearms until 2412, served in 2382)

2 Counts of Public Intoxication (2376, 2381)

FAMILY INFORMATION

/-\ UNABLE TO RETRIEVE /-\

PERSONAL HISTORY

Born in 2353, Travis was raised by his aunt and uncle on Earth. He entered Starfleet at the standard age, graduating near the top of his class with a flawless record, save a shuttle accident with two other classmates. Graduating in 2375, he never saw action in the Dominion War, serving on the USS Vermont, an Oberth Class ship doing a deep space shakedown in the Beta Quadrant.

In 2376 he transferred to the USS Reaent, an Ambassador Class ship based in the Beta Quadrant. The distance from Earth kept him from seeing his family, but he kept in touch with most of them, including fellow classmates from the Academy Mark Garrison and the Ferengi, Mog.

In 2378, after two years on the Reaent, Travis was discharged from Starfleet. Until 2381 records on Kroells are sketchy. There is little besides a few bills and docking slips that provide evidence to his activities over these three years.

The first publicly recorded action attributed to Kroells occurred on January 2nd 2382 (Earth Standard Time). Kroells deposited a large sum of money, won at the Ferengi game tongo. After giving the Ferengi Alliance it’s proper cut of course.

A little over a month later, Travis would be arrested for illegal arms possession, punishable by up to ten years on a Federation penal colony. Due to his Starfleet record, and other circumstances, Kroells was sentenced to a year at the New Zealand penal colony, but was released after eight months for good behavior.

For several months after his release, he worked with Mog, who had developed a successful shipping business. In the months following this, Travis repurchased the lease on the Holy Grail, which had been owned by Mog and a relative, John. By mid 2383 Travis had reopened the Grail.

I'm supprised this thread is even still open. Ali is already posted on a ship :P

What about write in's for Ambassadors?