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JJ had retreated to Stellar Cartography, pouring over map after map of 22nd century geopolitical star charts and interstellar traffic records around the time of the Khitomer Accords. Science had the task of finding a way home, while he was tasked with finding a way out of the Klingon Empire without ruining everything that was about to happen in the pages of Federation history, and becoming history themselves. Finding a way out was trickier than originally expected. Traffic towards the borders was extremely heavy with the approaching conference. JJ had originally found a way out by way of the Azure Nebula, but it was quickly negated by the undocumented trek of the USS Excelsior, leaving him to look for other alternatives. There were not many options that seemed very attractive, to say the least. Even after departing Klingon space, there was still the prospect of finding a way back to their part of the timeline. If they couldn't do that, they would be forced to integrate themselves into this timeline, without stepping into the pages of history. That was easier said than done for JJ. There had been no contact, officially or unofficially, between the Sovereignty and the Federation. Brythtons, in the eyes of the Federation, technically did not exist yet. It wasn't as simple as just flying back into the Sovereignty and re-integrating either. A lone Brythton did not just fly into the Sovereignty and quietly assimilate. Not with the peerage and records system they had in place. At the current time, his family held the title of Baron. If he were to fly back in with the mark of a Count, he, as well as the Lexi name would be ostracized from society. His only options would be to live amongst one of the non-Federation races the familiar with the Brythtons. He quickly ruled out the Ferengi and Tholians. The Bajorans were an attractive option, but he knew he was only about 20 years away from the Occupation. The Cardassian Union was also an option, but their tastes for temperature and climate were much to warm for JJ's Brythton sensibilities. The Talarians were also an option, however, with their generally xenophobic nature, the Talarians logged and reported all Brythton refugees to the Sovereignty. That left really left only one option: the Tzenkethi. The relationship between the Autrarch and the Sovereignty had always been amicable. Plus, the Coalition had essentially become a haven for disenfranchised Brythtons. Still, that option was far from a reality, there still was a chance to find their way home. But at least it was good to know that there were some options out there.

I just watched "First Contact" for the umpteenth time. And, I might just be the last person to notice this. But I really have a problem with it. Its right at the end of the movie, where Mr. LaForge essentially says: "o btw i cre8ted teh b0rg field agin and we can g0 h0me now t0 teh futur lol" Really? Just like that? You discovered time travel for the Federation and then had resources to go through with it on a banged up ship. And did it all in the span of maybe an hour? Like I said, I may be exactly the last person here in STSF to really notice that. But I thought I'd voice it anyways.

Just saw an official government document quote Obi-Wan Kenobi.

My best to your child, T'aral. Hope he gets better soon. . . .And good luck on your second interview.

Everythings gonna be alright. . . .

JJ poured over the starcharts and maps of Klingon space. There was an odd juxtaposition of stealth and historical issues that he had to navigate around, which made this assignment tricky. First off, he took a quick look at where they sat. They sat 3 days from Qu'vat, 1 day from Rura Penthe, and 2 days from Qo'Nos. The closest point to the Federation was relay 6, which sat about 4 days away. Now, logic would dictate that one would want to take the quickest path out. However, history argued against logic in this instance. A straight path to relay 6 or Korvat would take them straight through a path of a between a large portion of the Klingon population and Khitomer, the site of the upcoming peace treaty. If they were to head that way, they risk crossing the path of some heavily armed Klingon vessels heading towards the Khitomer accords. Yet it was still an option. The next option was to take a path coreward, direct to the star of Beta Thoridar which was past Khitomer. From there, they'd be extremely close to relay 9 or 10, or if need be, could seek shelter in the gases of the Azure Nebula. There were other options, of course, but JJ believed that those were the best two. He had had his 5 minutes to come up with his options. It was now time to present them to the Captain and let him make the final decision.

Aside from a trip to the replicator for some ice water. JJ remained seated quietly at CONOPS console. Studying the origin of graviton particles and gravimetric fluctuations was not exactly his cup of tea. Sure, there were certain aspects of such things that were within his sphere of knowledge, but the deep science and physics of being bashed around were most definitely out of it. The only information he could offer was observational. There was one problem, everything he observed was observed by everyone else. And all that data was in the process of being thoroughly analyzed by the minds of the Reaent's science and engineering staff. He pulled up all the status reports from the various departments, post shut down. It wasn't the first time he poured over status reports after everything had failed and rebooted, the first time was part of an all to vivid chain of events of which JJ would much like to . . . . . "Not the first time this has happened" he thought to himself. He his mind raced back to his very first day on Alpha shift, the day the Reaent returned into Romulan space and was promptly destroyed. . .or so he and a select few others thought. That day, the same exact thing happened. All systems temporarily failed, then automatically rebooted, just like today. And that day, the a second Reaent emerged from the wormhole moments after the first had been destroyed, as if had been sent forward in time. . . What little he knew about gravimetric fluctuations revolved around the fact that there were some temporal qualities to it. .. . He quickly pulled up all the records from the most recent crash. . just before, and just after, streaming them on one side of his OPS console. Secondly, he began a search for the records from the last time the system crashed, hoping to find something that might prove his theory right.

To quote Tim Robbins in the second Austin Powers movie regarding the moon. "Would you miss it?" :P

Today marks the first Angels playoff game since 1979 that I am not able to attend. And the only reason I didn't attend those was because I wasn't born yet!

I love Stevie Ray Vaughan.

Oh! The Most Reverent Alstar Lexi, Count and Prefect of Flyria, Honored One Star of the Sovereign Marines! Correspondence is hereby requested by: Jyrd Lexi, Count and Second Heir to the Chair of Flyria, Distinguished Lieutenant Junior Grade of the Starfleet of the Federation. My dearest father, I hope this letter finds you and our family well. I understand you have placed yourself in the Sortition process for the House of Plyla, vacated by the late Duke Frarya. I wish you the best of luck in bringing such an honor to our humble family. The Plylan Province would be lucky to have a governor a great as you. I will watch the Brythton news wire with the greatest of interest for the final result! I apologize for the length in between my last correspondence, but as man of the military yourself, I can rest assured that you understand the demands which befall an officer. But this letter comes to you with outstanding news! Starfleet has saw fit to bestow upon me the honor of the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade! I have taken the opportunity to inform our honored Ambassador to the Federation of this joyous news, and he has passed on his most heartfelt congratulations and his deepest gratitude for my continued service as an ambassador, example, and steward of the Sovereignty. I only wish for my actions to continue to earn the respect and admiration of the Sovereignty and, most importantly, that of you and our family. As per the request of our honored ambassador, I have begun a regimen of reading human literature and philosophy. My first piece is called The Brothers Karamazov, written by human author Fyodor Dostoevsky, of a place on Earth called Russia . Russia , you may or may not know, is home to one of Earth’s view paradises, Siberia. I had the pleasure of visiting their during my stay at the academy, in particular, the Taymyr Peninsula. It was beautiful indeed. One thing I have noticed on my reading however, is that there is one universal truth in the practice of philosophy across all races. And that, my dearest father, is existentialism. All races, not just Brythton, long to know what it means to be who they are, whether they be Hman, or Klingon, or Brythton. Although I’ve only read the first book of this acclaimed literary work, I can already tell that it is going to be a recurring theme throughout the book. Even though what I’ve read is, in effect an introduction of the main characters. You can tell that the means in which they think and in which they have been raised will lead to a clash of personalities and personal philosophies. What I hope to gain from this exercise is the ability to better function outside the Song. As Brythtons, we spend our time focusing and the society and the group dynamic, and what it means to be a whole. Humans, however, focus on what it means to be an individual. On this assignment, if I am to make it through, I need to learn how to function as an individual. I need to focus on what it means to be Jyrd Lexi, not a just Brythton, because, in all honesty, I do not have the Brythton society to fall back on. As a deharmonized Brythton, I lack the ability to truly be a Brythton. Yet, I still need an identity, and that is as Jyrd the “person”, not Jyrd the Brythton. I hope this makes sense to you, my dearest father. Just know that I continue to serve in the continued hope of making you and our people proud as a society, but I am also learning to serve for myself, to make -me- proud as Jyrd the individual, for out here, that is all I have. Thus, the correspondence between: The Most Reverent Alstar Lexi, Count and Prefect of Flyria, Honored One Star of the Sovereign Marines And: Jyrd Lexi, Count and Second Heir to the Chair of Flyria, Distinguished Lieutenant Junior Grade of the Starfleet of the Federation. Has ended. May the Song guide us all!

Wifey and I bought a nice 2002 used Jetta today, drove off the lot at 1PM today. When we started the vehicle at 8PM today, it made a wierd noise and the "check engine" light popped on. It continued to make the sound and the light remains on. We bought it "as is", but they said they inspected it. And it -is- less than 24 hours after purchase. Any ideas on what I should do or say? I'm already going in to the dealer tomorrow, but I don't know how I'm gonna approach it.

You mess with the bull, you get the Mossberg 590 pointed right in between your eyes. . . . . .And then you get the horns.

::thinks that the chat room hates him because he can't make it through a single Sim without getting booted a few times::

The anti-dogbert.

JJ didn't know how long exactly the technology to control temperature had been around, but he was sure that he had been taking it for granted a majority of his life. It wasn't until he made it to Earth when he really began to really appreciate it. Luckily for him, Starfleet saw fit to room him with an Andorian, allowing him to keep his room at a reasonable temperature. He laid down on his bed, picking up the book which lay on his nightstand. It was a human book, one recommended to him by his human delta shift counterpart, Ensign Diaz. It was called The Brothers Karamazov, by a human author by the name of Fyodor Dostoevsky. Diaz had explained to JJ that it was one of the most important works of literature during Earth's 19th and 20th centuries. He had said that it was a 'captivating look into the minds of pre-World War III humanity.' Not knowing much about human culture, JJ decided to read the book. After all, we was going to spend the next portion of his life living amongst humans, he might as well take the time to learn where they came from and how they had come to be the fascinating species that they are today. He opened the novel and began to read. . . "Book One" he murmured aloud. "The history of a family. . ."

The winner this week is. . . . Precip, for rekindling my affinity for flatulence jokes. Runner up is Knlwtchr because I do the "I'm not touching you" bit to my wife and it never ceases to be entertaining. . . . . . . .to me, anyways.

Salsa made with Naga Jolokia peppers. . .awesome. . . .But not for the faint of heart.

JJ couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was something a little more to this dead buoy than met the eye. He some how suspected a Gorn trap at first, but those thoughts did not come to pass. Nevertheless, something seemed amiss. Could the Gorn be luring them into a trap? Possibly, but it didn't seem like the Gorn's style, although xenophobic and highly secretive, they tended to be abrupt and to the point, according the documents he had read back at the academy. They were more apt to just blow each buoy out of the sky and send a fleet of 30 warships after the Reaent directly. That was more the Gorn style; come at you head on with a big stick in one hand while waving the proverbial middle finger at you with the other. However, that wasn't the case. From what he'd read about the Gorn, if they were so intent on removing the Federation from what they considered to be their territory, they would have done so by now. That's what was so unnerving about the situation. Maybe they were waiting for the right time to strike. Maybe they wanted to start their offensive with a message, by singling out a lone unsuspecting starship near their borders, maybe. Maybe, they saw their chance and were on their way as we speak. 30 Gorn warships armed to the teeth, each ready to launch a salvo of their deadliest missiles and torpedoes, laying to waste the Reaent, leaving her nothing but a twisted metal corpse surrounded by unidentifiable space debris. Maybe they planned on boarding the ship with a cadre of elite troops, content to massacre every last being in a Federation uniform, sending the mangled bodies back to Sector 001, turning a derelict Reaent into a space-borne catafalque, their families unable to identify their scorched bodies as they lie in crude and morbid repose in a pile on the floor of a dark San Francisco morgue. Maybe the planned to take the crew hostage, sending them to work as slaves in the mines of Gornar. Locking them away in dilithium mines until they vanish from memory, leaving the crew to fend for themselves with no hope of escape. One by one, they'll start to die from the polluted air of the mines, with the only sustenance being a dilithium tainted stream and the flesh of their dead compatriots. JJ took a quick survey of the bridge, and decided that he hoped McQueen died first, as his flesh must surely taste like cake, given the amount he allegedly ingested on a regular basis. Nonetheless, it seemed a horrid fate. Or maybe JJ was just being paranoid. . .You never know.

Yuppity Yup. . . .

You really think you can top me with that weak body varial into an Anti-Casper into that primo-power stop phazes me? That was no better than that Double M-80 kickflip into a Handstand you pull earlier you newb! Besides look at me. . . .I'M FLOATING IN MID-AIR!!!!!!

Justin Bruening played the son of Michael Knight in the remake of Knight Rider. On All My Children, Mr. Bruening played the son of Tad Martin, who's real name is Michael Knight. The real Michael Knight is married to Catherine Hickland, who is the ex-wife of David Hasselhoff, the man who played Michael Knight in the original Knight Rider. So technically, Justin Bruening has played the son of two Michael Knights, who have been married to the same woman. This was critical information that I believe needed to be addressed immediately.

When the biggest news in the town you live in is "Omarosa is coming to town to become a minister." You know you live in a boring town.

::is extremely ticked that his local cable company refuses to offer Telemundo or mun2 for the day, therefore not allowing him to watch the U.S v. Mexico WCQ match today, even though NBC offered to "EVERY" cable company the ability to broadcast either of these two stations FOR FREE for the match::

The cool air was mildly intoxicating. A slight breeze caressed his face. The sun was setting to the ocean, while two dimly lit full moons rose above the foothills behind him. The blue sky was gently giving way to vibrant purple and orange hues. It was one of the most picturesque sites in all the sovereignty. It was the Flyrian shores, and it was where Jyrd Lexi called home. At least it was his home as portrayed by the holodecks of the USS Reaent. A fact, for an hour everyday, JJ chose to ignore. Each day he would sit on the black sands and stare out towards the ocean, as he did each day as child with his family. Only here, he was alone. In fact, there wasn't a single soul aside from him sitting on that beach. And each day the same thought would cross his mind 'This is too beautiful of a sight to be wasted on just one soul.' It had been nearly 3 years since his Deharmonization, yet he was still adapting to life alone. As a child, the concept of being alone was something completely foreign to him. His language didn't even have true words for terms like "one" or "myself", or "alone". The Brythton term for the number "one" literally translated into Federation Basic as "not two". Other terms were similar, with some even being cognates from other species languages such as Talarian. JJ tried not to think about being alone that often. He preferred to immerse himself in his work as much as he could. His off time was mainly spent either in his quarters or here in the holodeck, where he could keep the temperature at a reasonable level. When he could, he spent time trying to research hobbies. He hadn't found a non-Brythton hobby that he could really sink his teeth into. At Starfleet Academy, JJ had been coaxed a classmate of his to join an intramural rowing league. They called it "crew", though JJ had no idea how or who came up with that name, or what sense it made. Despite that, JJ became quite involved in it and won a few intramural and even intermural regattas at both the coxless pairs and the coxed eight. He quite enjoyed doing that, however, it was rather difficult to row here, on a vessel, by one's self. There was one old pastime, however, that JJ had found himself partaking in. . .Singing. In the Sovereignty, singing by one's self was considered Taboo, and looked upon with great scorn and disdain. However, JJ was no longer in the Sovereignty. He was out of harmony, and he had been counseled to "keep the memory of Brythton culture alive in his heart and in his mind". And JJ felt that there was no better way to do that than to sing, which was the oldest and most cherished part of Brythton culture. 'No matter where you are, may your voice always be joined in the chorus that is our Song'. Such were the words written on the archway of the Grand Hall, visible to all as they exited through the Sovereign Doors. Recently, JJ had begun to take that literally. Singing in his quarters and at his station, he even had found himself singing to the sunset here in the holodeck, as they would back home. The Holodeck abruptly shut off. The hour timer he had set for this holo had expired. With a quick check of the time, JJ adjusted his uniform and exited the deck. It was time to report back in to work.