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Just search Youtube, since Rosetto gave you the title.

Portugal 7, North Korea 0. Jaysus. Any bets on the North Korean team attempting to defect?

It is. And he was pretty cool with it. Unlike the old Face, who regretted doing a nonspeaking cameo

Not to mention the aging tanks in Uhura's work center...

Its the French, what do you expect? They're only good at wine (mostly) and whining about keeping the status quo. Now, when England and the USA play, there's gonna be a battle royale.

Or Vanilla Ice. ::shudders::

With the havoc brought upon Starfleet and the Federation by the renegade Romulan, Nero, and his ship the Narada, a new command within Starfleet is chartered- the Starfleet Border Patrol, as part of the First Threat Response Program. The year is 2258. The ship...Comanche Creek. -=-=-==-=-==-=-=- This summer, Comanche Creek moves from it's Friday night 9pm slot to Mondays at the same time. Comanche Creek is based in the New TOS timeline, as introduced by re-imagined Star Trek (2009). The sim features a traditional TOS and Wild West flavoring, being located primarily on the border regions of the Federation.

::le sigh:: I miss the Sunday Academy.

Pit, A9. Happy Birthday Sam

Only one man in a thousand is a leader of men, the other 999 follow women -Groucho Marx. And I like to be in that group of 999. :)

Will, T'Mir and I thank you Grom, for your support

Hyatt Regency New Topeka Day 3 of Shore Leave ((AN: Set during our Shore leave sim on New Topeka)) Audraya reclined on the chaise lounge, her half-closed violet eyes bouncing around, watching the other guests. Subtly was required for who she was actually watching, swimming in the pool. Whether it was simple infatuation through shared experiences under fire, or something deeper, the Orion wasn't sure. But when she looked around, her eyes always lingered. There were two other issues that prevented her from going straight out and asking...first and foremost, her being the executive officer. While Starfleet had matured over the past 100 or so years in regards to off duty fraternization, being the XO tended towards some isolation from the crew. Of course, there was another problem facing Audraya was where her preferences lay. Growing up in Orion slave society meant being taught how to pleasure both genders, although there was a strong emphasis on the male of many species. She spent more time with women, enjoying their company, specializing in their pleasure, and reinforcing her preferences while refusing to spend any or as little time with the males. And since refusal meant punishment, Audraya's back met the lash more often than not. At least until her purchase, release and adoption into his family by CDR Wesley. It was there that she was allowed to explore and experience who she really was. Add a couple of liaisons with the captain of the cheerleaders, her lifestyle choice was pretty well cemented. And her family accepted it, which was more than could be said by her brother, Morohtar. Aside from a well documented incident with a certain Captain, she behaved during her tenure at the Academy as well as with the Marines. When she was transferred to the Ark Royal, she'd found her first real love in her wingman, Lt Xiao Chun Li. Of course, because of the Black Kris, it ended tragically before the couple reached their first anniversary together. While on patrol, they were jumped by Orion fighters covering a contraband transfer. Audraya's Goshawk was peppered, and forced down on to the forest moon of the gas giant. But Xiao's fighter was opened up from nose to tail, penetrating both the cockpit and fuel cell, killing Lt Xiao instantly. Audraya spent the next few weeks in mourning, and remained celibate, sometimes earning her the monicker “The Flying Nun”, from some of her younger squadron mates. Those behind the back comments ended when she transferred to the Federation, and, thankfully for her sanity, didn't follow Audraya to her new ship. And, yet, something was filling up what had been a hole in her heart. Engaging her “family” in direct combat to rescue Vulcan hostages and several of her sisters, normally Audraya would have covered Tifa anyway. But something about the communications officer's gentle demeanor made her want to protect her; and that became even more evident after the parties had linked up on Cold Station 13, and then became separated in the rabbit's warren of offices and corridors in the belly of the station, hiding from the undead. And it was because of Tifa, that she'd done something she hadn't in close to 20 years—pray to the Gods for protection. And Xiao didn't know about her first combat mission as a gropo with the Marines. But, again that gentle nature allowed the Commander to open up; to reveal the night terrors that plagued her sleep. “I need to do something about this before I drive myself insane,” she muttered, watching Tifa climb out of the pool.

Mmmm...cake. ::drools::

Updated. Added shore leave photos. :)

Indeed, we don't bite. Most of the time. Although some hosts love flaky missions for their Academies

I have the game as an APP on my G1, so I regularly lose a couple of hours a day.

This article from the BBC proves ninja are *way* cooler than pirates

Because, as Rosetto pointed out, engineers love to change things. I, for one, am not happy with new trackpads. They're overly sensitive, and positioned poorly for typing.

With or without the hole punched in it's belly, Crash? (BTW, I totally had my butt kicked in that one...3 Birds of Prey v. Kelvin. Not...Good...Odds)

Found 'em! (Star Trek: Bridge Commander with USS Kelvin, TOS Romulan BOP, and System Pack Map mods)

Peace Is Our Profession

Sherman's Planet Contested between the Federation and Klingon Empire 15 years ago “Gunny,” Ensign Wesley said, “I'm a fighter pilot, not a gropo.” She looked at the battledress, load bearing equipment and phaser carbine, as the R.L. Ermey entered orbit. The convoy had been heavily escorted; Intelligence indicated Klingon warbirds in the area. “Ma'am,” Gunnery Sergeant Ed Swinten growled around the unlit cigar in his mouth, his Afrikaaner accent strong, “you're assigned to a Marine fighter squadron right?” He didn't wait until his platoon leader to reply, before continuing. “Ma'am, Marines are Marines, no matter what their MOS is. If that means a fighter pu...pilot commanding an infantry company, he'll do it.” “Damnit, Gunny, I'm Starfleet, not Marines.” “Doesn't matter, Ma'am, what you are when the metal meets the meat, everyone has to defend their position.” The intercom chimed up. “All personnel, combat drops in 90 minutes. All officers report to the briefing room; I say again all officers report to the briefing room.” “Gunny, I'll leave the disposition of the platoon up to you. You've got experience I don't.” “Aye aye, Ma'am.” -=-=-=-=-=- 2d Platoon (Reinforced), Bravo had been assigned to secure a ford, nowhere near the reported positions of the Klingons, but strategically important nonetheless. Colonel Patton had stressed the importance of the ford; it was the only one where wheeled and tracked traffic could cross the river for tens of kilometers around, and 200km to the platoon's rear was the brigade assembly area. The dirt trail crossed a sluggish river, out of flood and now little more than a stream, crawling along at the very bottom between steep banks. Audraya watched as the assault shuttle pull up out of the reddish haze and into the brilliant blue sky. Pulling her eyes back, Audraya looked at the terrain. Dense scrub followed the course of the river on the tops of the banks, washes had been cut where the river scoured away the landscape when in flood. Entrenching tools, pickaxes and Gunny Swinten's curses came from the bank; the headquarters squad had just finished the command fighting position and was busy erecting the sensor disrupting camouflage netting over the position. Gunny had another detail distributing power cells and rations to the various positons. “Ma'am,” Gunny called as he came up, the setting sun behind him and the sounds of entrenching dying down. “Troops and supplies are disbursed. I've got a squad out 600 meters north of the drift, and another on Hill 200 behind us.” “Very good Gunny,” she replied. “Permission to speak candidly, Ensign?” “Granted.” “With all do respect, Ma'am, it feels like we're isolated, without mutual supporting forces. I know the spooks say the Klingons aren't anywhere near here, but I still don't like it.” “I know...it doesn't take a Marine to see it, Gunny.” -=-=-=- The first probing attack came that night. The observation point (OP) on Hill 200 came under fire from the east...green disruptor fire, red phaser fire and the belch of a photon mortar shattering the stillness of the savannah before dying off, with the occasional cricket analogue chirping in the distance. “Ma'am,” her radio operator called out, “Deer Tick 3 has reported contact. Sergeant Mauer believes it to be a reinforced squad. He's returning fire, and and the enemy is in retreat.” “Understood Sparks. Forward the contact report. Gunny?” “Ma'am, platoon's been stood up already. I'm going to keep them up for the next couple of hours, just in case.” Audraya nodded, pleased that Gunny Swinten had taken care of those details. At least her NCOs could cover for the fact that she was an inexperienced Fleeter and fighter pilot, and the groundpounding was a new thing to her. -=-=-=-=-=- Audraya awoke with a start, sweat soaked and looking around as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. She was lying on a cot, in the quarantine quarters; the shapes of the other females stuck in quarantine near by. Wiping her face, and the sleep sand out of her eyes, she shivered. “Great,” she muttered in her native tongue. “They're back.”

::huggles the sad Doc:: Awww...we like you right where you are, T. You can actually...disagree...with the command staff and, as long as it's medical necessity, get away with it. ::goes back to rooting around her drive, looking for a mod from ST:BC::

And, besides, if Captain Calestorm had gone off the deep end, I would have been there to knock her back into simulated reality.

We are poor little lambs who have lost our way... Baa, Baa, Baaaaa