STSF_Scooter

::singing:: When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers who would Hurt the children in any way they could "OOF!" [someone being hit] By pouring their derision Upon anything we did And exposing every weakness However carefully hidden by the kids But in the town, it was well known When they got home at night, their fat and Psychopathic wives would thrash them Within inches of their lives.

The Plague of Locusts, as visited on Egypt.

It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite. Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine... (It's time I had some time alone)

::singing:: That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. .... (So totally should have had this get piped through the PA on Cold Station 13 Friday night when power came back up)

Don't blame you. Not...One...Bit...

I believe that in a battle/damage control situation, that would be where the intercom becomes a single-channel system, especially to get damage/casualty reports up to the bridge

I do believe the good Doctor has gone around the bend...surely not influenced by Comanche Creek's recent string of assignments

Cargomaster's Office Cold Station 13 Audraya had seen it all in her time, and didn't fear death. Growing up as a slave aboard the Audacious, combat on the Klingon-Federation frontier with the Marines on Sherman's Planet and Tanandra Bay, chasing down pirates in a Goshawk in Gamma Hromi, trapped in the dark, airless, Auxiliary Control on the Entente at the ill-fated Battle of Vulcan against the Romulan renegade Nero; and it was with luck that the battered hulk of the Entente had drifted outside the gravity well of what had been Vulcan and into orbit around T'Khut. No, the Orion didn't fear death...at least in the normal way—engaged in combat, exploration, or even being killed for the sport of an owner—but huddling behind a desk, with the ship's senior communications officer, with zombies moaning and scratching at the door? Oh yeah, she didn't want to that way, in no uncertain terms. She glanced at Tifa. The Centauran had huddled closer in to the desk, almost on top of the XO. Audraya could almost see the fear in her eyes...and her own fear reflected back. Making sure her EV suit's mic was off, she looked up at the shadowed ceiling. “Lords,” she began in Kolari, “it's Audraya Westley. I know I haven't been the most...faithful. Or even the most honest. And I know you value one's own cunning and prowess, but we could really use a helping hand here. And to be honest, I'm not asking this for myself, but for my companion...so...any help with the undead outside our door would be appreciated.” She could feel the deck thump as a large flash-bang went off below them...but not knowing if it would be enough, Audraya drew her phaser in her right hand, and wrapped her left arm around Tifa. “I promised I'd watch your back, Tifa. I won't let those undead bastards get you...” she uttered quietly.

Tkar- No Billing Team will ever contact you for personal information through a random email. It is more than likely a scam. This topic is locked.

There weren't enough to run anyway, Precip. You didn't miss out on anything.

Voltaire, USS Make S--- Up

Well then, Miss Dunsel, you'll find that around here, we use gold. Captain Huff and LCDR Sarvek, both of the Hood (TOS), wear gold command uniforms. As does myself, as XO of the Comanche Creek (New TOS).

Happy Birthday to the Creek's resident Ninj...er, martial artist, Sakura! With a quick tribute to our other TOS-era ship, Hood (I know Will would post his usual birthday cake photo, but he's got issues.)

"My Controls" -> "Board Settings" -> Set Disable Personal Messenger to "Yes"

Just show up. Academy times are posted on the home page; times given are Eastern, so adjust appropriately. Monday/Wednesday: 10pm Tuesday, Thursday, Friday: 9pm Saturday: Midnight (Sunday Morning) Sunday: 3pm

GAME MASTERS STSF Kent STSF Scooter GM Lurker STSF Nickles . COMMAND CO: STSF Kent XO: STSF Scooter . SCIENCE: CSCI- Cecilmk ASCI- . ENGINEERING: CENG- Jack Mapio AENG- CDT Cushman AENG- Dash Andrews . SECURITY: CSEC: STSF Nickles ASEC: Shane = = MISSION BRIEFING = = The USS Caliban (Miranda-class) has sent an away team to investigate and bring back samples from a rich dilithium deposit on one of the class-M planetoids in the Margon system. The deposit has been traced to a deep cave on the planetoid's northern continent, at the lip of which the team has just arrived via transporter. chatlog2010_2_18_.txt

Check out the torrents. I know all four seasons of ENT are available online that way

Seems someone got the Red Star cook thinking... Habenero Poppers anyone?

Just be thankful I haven't posted next year's Binary Days...yet.

Drill weekends are like that. ^_^

Shouldn't it be 0110010 , then? And, when you think about it...so's tomorrow... 011110 This year's Binary Days (With Binary to Decimal conversion) 010110 011010 011110 100110 101010 101110 110110 111010 111110

I choose...evil... Singing... I'm the fear that keeps you awake I'm the shadows on the wall I'm the monsters they become I'm the nightmare in your skull I'm a dagger in your back An extra turn upon the rack I'm the quivering of your heart A stabbing pain, a sudden start. And it's so easy when you're evil This is the life, you see The Devil tips his hat to me I do it all because I'm evil And I do it all for free...

Comanche Creek will not be running either Friday 25 December or 01 January

=/\= Command Staff =/\= Mission MCO: STSF_Scooter Mission MXO: Princess T'lak =/\= Bridge =/\= Tactical <TAC> Jarem Seton Helm & Operations <HOPS>Sakura Haruno =/\=Security Department =/\= Chief Security Officer: <CSEC> Samantha_Kent Asst. Security Officer: <SEC1> lockdrop565 . =/\= Medical Department =/\= Chief Medical Officer:<CMO>Vilanne Asst. Medical Officer: <AMO1> TKar =/\==/\=MISSION BRIEF=/\==/\= USS NICHOLAS (Uprated Excelsior-class [Ent-B variation]) is enroute to New Fairbanks colony to investigate rumors of slavery and child labor law violations. =/\==/\=PLANETARY BRIEF=/\==/\= New Farbanks is on a Class P (Glaciated) planet, with a very narrow temperate zone.

It's been reposted, the link's in the info section.