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ASCI Nelson Stron

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About ASCI Nelson Stron

  • Birthday 03/06/1988

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  1. While i don't like the enzo all that much the F-50 is a beut. my personal fav.
  2. I personally like George Bush, i can't vote yet but i still like Bush the best, all those democrats are really ugly.
  3. ::frowns:: I won't be buying it :lol: Anyway, COME ON what is it??????
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    ::continues scrolling through the list:: man there are alot of crappy shows on this list..... ----::blinks:: 99th! Who are these people Monkeys, its criminal just criminal. ------::goes off into a corner to sob::
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    Of course Voyager must be first.....right???!!!! :) lol anyway long life Aegis ::picks up a mug:: and heres to hoping she holds together for another week :wub: :wub:
  6. They had finally gotten back on schedule thanks to Nelson, his mother, and his sisters, all acting like drill sargents to the shipyard’s work force. He was glad he wasn’t the actual station commander, which was his mother’s responsibility. He was enough in charge though, to get some things done, as he liked to think to himself sometimes. No word had come from Aegis in a few; he could only hope things were going well there. It was then he decided to try and get a hold of his department leader it had been a while since he had seen him. Nelson walked over to his computer and recorded a message for delivery to Aegis. ---Begin Message— “Hello Sir,” he paused and then smiled, “ I mean zog. I do hope I haven’t missed too much action in the Science Department. Also, I heard about the attack you guys got….how bad was it?” Nelson paused forming his thoughts. “ I finally got a date on when my replacement sub commander here at New Amsterdam is coming. Its about six months from now I’ll be coming back….possibly sooner, I hope.” Nelson looked down for a moment, coughed and continued. “ I miss you guys, tell the guys, and gals back there I miss them.” He frowned, “ Not like I don’t enjoy it here at the New Amsterdam, I gotten a lot of time to be with family, my Dad……” He coughed again. “My Dad died just after I got here….so I was able to see him before his death, that….that was good. Hey, I even found out I can still hover board, It been Along time since I did that. It took me a bit but I’d like to think I’d do well in competition. Goodbye, I hope we get to talk again soon…” Nelson leaned forward and stopped the recording. He sighed, and hit the send button on the console. Nelson thought to himself, those lucky ducks, at least their doing something, while getting attacked isn’t very good, its certainly something to keep yourself occupied……
  7. I Read the books I think the moives while having to take stuff out are awsome. THe fact is though if they didn't they would have 5, 6 hour long movies to make, and that would kinda stink to waste that much time in a dark movie theatre. So really, the only thing that annoyed me was how they totally left out the part with that guy the lived in the woods and how mary and pippin stayed there with him for a bit before continuing. But thats just my opinion. :)
  8. ::dances around:: Hey there just like the Canadian mounties "they always get their man". :) :) Thank God they got this one oy.
  9. Nelson had been depressed for awhile that night, his father had passed away. So much for advanced medicine, even today, there were still some things, which baffled Starfleet Medical. This would mean he would have to stay here a little longer than he would have liked, but.....it is what his father would have wanted. The moral of the station had dropped badly since his father's death, almost everyone there had been good friends with him. To add to the problems they were already a week behind in a major shuttle order for Starfleet Command. Not to mention all the other smaller orders for civilian groups. He hadn't gotten any sleep that night, and it was time to go to work, so what was new………as he had soon found out on this station. Because of his…”connections” as being acting station commander he was able to find out Aegis had been attacked, he couldn’t imagine who would be crazy enough to attack a station of her size, but it certainly didn’t make him feel any safer on the New Amsterdam, a station easily half the size of Aegis. He replicated a big cup of coffee and downed it. He soon regretted that decision as his stomach started a small revolt. He walked out of his quarters and to the station's "bridge" or as they said on Aegis the control tower, not like this station it really needed one, but it was there, anyway. This had been a heck of a week........... ----------------Ensign Nelson Stron (LOA) Sky Harbor Aegis
  10. ------K sorry I haven't been posting for a bit, I've been really busy. Well here's my first log off Aegis. I'll be back on the sim in june and i'll keep up with the chat logs, thanks for your patience. B) Nelson saw his sisters and mother as he walked off the platform in the main cargobay of his father’s orbital shipyard, the New Amsterdam. He ran out and joined them in a big hug. “Its nice to see some family again,” he smiled, but noticed his mother had bags under her eyes. In the constant stream of messages his mother had sent, the station’s condition, and his father’s condition had grow continually worse. The station’s crew had seriously begun to doubt his mother, and sisters, management skills. He had gone on leave of absence from the Aegis, so that he could help out, and see his father before his soon coming end. After talking for a while and seeing his father Nelson walked into the station’s office, which had a view to the small and large shuttles being manufactured out side. He dropped himself into the chair he would be sitting in for awhile to come. He was home again, doing the exact thing he had gone to Starfleet to avoid, commanding a little shipyard.