Brian Graham

I am one of those people. :D As for Stormfron Part II, nicely done. I thought the end was a little rushed but otherwise a very fine episode.

Assistant Security Officer's Duty Log Lieutenant Brian Graham reporting USS Excalibur Stardate 200408.19 Brain stood on the Bridge at the Tactical station of the Excalibur. He looked down at his controls, noting the collapsed view of two separate sets of data. On the left was the standard tactical overlay, shields, phaser power display, targeting sensor, torpedo readouts, tractor beam control, and alert status indicators. Just to the right of that was another set of controls, navigation calculator, course input, relative bearing and heading indicators, and maneuvering thruster control. Cannon and rudder. Neither were being used much at the moment, thank goodness. The Excalibur was currently at the periphery of an asteroid field, at full stop so there really wasn't a need for the helm control at the moment. Plus, there weren't any hostile vessels, at least on scanners, so weapons weren't being used either. Brian started to wonder what it would be like to have to do both at once. It could work regarding a shuttle. Starships were a different story, especially the Excalibur, since phaser arrays required more than the point-and-shoot-mentality. That wouldn't really be a problem though, because if the need arose for both to need complete attention, another officer would step in and take care of one of them. It would have been much more difficult if the Excalibur were in the field itself. Going with the shuttle was a good idea since the field looked pretty dense and it definitely not the best venue for combat with a Sovereign-class vessel. The way it was, if anyone hostile did show up, they'd more than likely come from the asteroid field, possible from the larger asteroid. If that was the case then they would have to come through the field to get to the ship, meaning having to worry with colliding with debris. That would give the Excalibur the advantage, since it would be firing from a fixed point at targets whose maneuverability was limited by the space rocks. They would be easy pickings for the Excalibur and the four accompanying Warbirds. That, of course, depended on how many, if any, were hiding in the field or the asteroids themselves.

Perhaps these issues will be addressed in further Enterprise episodes in the coming weeks. Maybe Admiral Forrest and the others will have debriefings and possibly investigations, then we'll know for sure.

I saw the episode and thought it was excellent. Can't wait to see how this situation gets resolved and looking forward to a great 4th season and the three more after it! As a side note, i read a review for the episode in my local newspaper. I'm guessing this guy was biased against Star Trek becasue he gave it a horrible review because some things he said didn't fit with the episode.

You're gosh darn right, glad to be a part of the group. ;)

Yeah, but the hologram one was called "Booby Trap" which I beleive this screenshot came from. That's the Enterprise escaping the energy assimalaters right?

In STF I'm ussacclaim. ;)

:P What the heck is that supposed to mean!?

Tactical Debriefing Duty Log featuring Ensign McKnight and Lieutenant Graham ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ensign, please, have a seat," Brian Graham said as he gestured toward the chair on the opposite side of he desk. He returned his eyes to the PADD he'd been looking over, getting in a few more seconds of reviewing as McKnight made way for the chair. McKnight sat down feeling a little nervous wondering if he was in trouble for something “Yes sir?” "I suppose you know what we are here to discuss," Brian offered. Reviews like these were some of the worst things any officer had to go through and Brian was trying his best to make it go as easily as possible. “Actually sir I wasn’t completely briefed on why you wanted me here” replied McKnight "Ok, then I'll fill you in. I've been going over the data collected during the simulation. I would have preferred to discuss this more thoroughly, but we're all focusing most of our attention on getting the Admiral back. We could have left it till after we rescue him, but it's best to go over these things as soon as possible after, so will try the abridged version on this one." Brian hit a button on the PADD, scrolling down the lines of data. He put the PADD down and brought the information up on one of the monitors on the bulkhead. The screen displayed a graph, showing a blue line and a red line in relation to simulation time and elapsed time. "The blue line is the Starfleet average for reaction time. The red line, is the data for your time. Your well within Starfleet requirements until...here, where you drop to 22% slower than the norm" Brian zoomed in on the pertinent data and turned back to face McKnight, his antennea standing straight up. "What happened?" “Sir I questioned your order to destroy the ship” replied McKnight Brian nodded, recalling the events that had transpired on the Bridge, his eyes drifting back toward the graph. "And why did you question the order?" “It has always been Starfleets principal to disable an enemy not destroy them” replied McKnight a bit angrily. "And that's what surprised me Ensign." Brian got out of his chair and walked over toward the monitor. "I've read your file. You were in the Bajoran Resistance, the Maquis. You pulled the trigger, more than once I'll bet. But when those ships were disabled you didn't fire, not at first. Do you know what that tells me?" “That I’m not the trigger happy kid I used to be” replied McKnight. "That, it means that when you went through the Academy, you listened. You knew what you were getting into when you became a part of Starfleet. You’re absolutely right, the orders I gave you were not Starfleet-oriented orders. But however, the simulation was designed to test reaction time to orders. Your score is... less than what is normally liked to be seen on a review. But, you did exhibit thinking characteristic of a Federation officer, and I have made note of that in your review. Anything else? McKnight fidgeted in his chair furious “Sir I will not and never will I destroy a disabled vessel weather it be real or a test and if you don’t like that well then I guess I we should just forget the whole thing and I’ll leave the ship if I have to” "Arian, I don't want you to leave the ship. We're getting into some very dangerous stuff over in this quadrant, and that's why we do these battle simulations. We don't like to be violence oriented, and we aren't. But we do have to be ready for it. If we got into a situation with a disabled ship, I'd expect you to question an order to destroy it, espcially if there are lifeforms on it and they aren't a threat. What I'm seeing from this is that you are competent as regards the tactical station and are prepared to uphold Federation principles, with the time disabilty being a minor thing, nothing to worry about. Alright, if that's all, your dismissed. See you when you report in at 0900."

The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Actually, because of my schedule I only participate in one advanced simulation and sometimes make an appearance at the 9pm Tuesday Academy. But otherwise, that's ok for me. Yeah, basically patience is the best think to excercise when it comes to getting more GM's and sim times. They'll come, you just have to hang on and wait you them. :P

This game is pretty old so I don't know if anyone will remember it, but here goes. It's called "Crossroads of Time" a DS9 game for the SNES, which some of you may be using as doorstops right now. Anyway, I just need to know where and how to get to Jake Sisko on the saratoga level. Thanks for any assistance.

Thanks for teh help everybody. I ended up finding out the answer by accident later today. This topic can now be closed at the GM's earliest convenience.

:( Vex is the only one who can do that too! :D

It could also be from the beginning of "Preemptive Strike" but it is highly doubtful, since I don't think Gul Evek's ship got a shot off on any of teh raiders but it was the only suggestion I had left.

Yeah that is a nice picture. Oh the post!! j/k I think it great that they are getting back together. The episodes Levar directs are always done so well. I'm glad to see that the Data/Geordi friendship spilled over into real life but I guess everyone that has been in Star Trek gets along well with each other. Can't wait to see the new episodes.

Acting Chief of Security's Duty Log Lt. Brian Graham USS Excalibur Stardate 200409.15 Brian graham stood over the Tactical console on the Bridge of the Excalibur. There hadn't been an any more of the readings indicating an active explosive for quite some time. Not that the damage hadn't been done. The Stargazer was one of the first ships to fall victim to the fiendish weapon and Excalibur had had little time to react to it. Only a fraction of the Stargazers crew got out by transporter. There wasn't even time for them to get to the escape pods. Brian could recall every moment that had transpired. The beeping indicator showing the buildup, causing Brian's heart to speed up. They were almost synchronized. Stargazer's Operations Officer making the vessels final communication. Brian dwelled on how easily it could have been the Excalibur, causing a sudden feeling of nausea. But it didn't, your fine, pay attention! Focusing back on the console, Brain sought solace in the fact that he was still here, but it still didn't help knowing that it was his fault that they hadn't gotten more people out. If I'd seen the buildup sooner, or gotten the shields down faster, we could have gotten more people out. Brian scoffed at himself for having these feelings, then quickly looked around, hoping no one had heard his sound of disgust. If they had, no one reacted to it. The only indication was a small movement of the back of Captain's Jcin's head, but he returned to the armrest console, going over data. It was thoughts like that that got people killed Brian reminded himself. In fact, that advice had practically been ingrained in every cadet that went through the Academy, especially those in Security. Dwelling on things you could change distracted you, possibly during the critical moment when the weapon was pulled, when the ship decloaked, or when the intruder started to materialize. Analyzing the information on hand and staying alert was how to conduct oneself. And now it appeared everyone was safe for the moment. The offending ship had been destroyed and hopefully there weren't anymore. Except the thing. The thing that had crashed into the Station, leaving the jagged hole that was still displayed up on the viewscreen. Magnification made it look way bigger than the breach really was, but irregardless, it was a breach. Then again, it was alot better than the alternative... Station OPS had radioed in, informing the Captain that the bomb was no longer a threat. The breach was preferable to the field of debris that would have been Camelot Station. So much for a peaceful meeting. But just because you had a fleet didn't mean you were safe. The guys who were outnumbered always seemed to come up with ways to strike first and effectively, basically because it was impossible to account for everything. And with Changelings, one could never be sure what was going on, till the chair your sitting in starts choking you. Brian hated it that everyone in the sector, Federation, Klingon, Romulan, could be sitting in that chair right now.

Can we start answering in PM's then? That way everyone gets a chance to get a point.

Nicely done Koolaidman, hope to see you around the galaxy sometime. If your interested in the Gamma Quadrant, stop by the Excalibur!! ::shameless advertisement I know!!::

They shouldn't be so confident. Not after the pasting we gave them on Archer IV. Come on Enterprise! Torpedoes, dispersal pattern Sierra, and fire! <--isn't crazy, just using some quotes from the Episode.

I'll take "Security responding!" Thanks

I don't read any. I want to see the new season with no inside information whatsoever. It's more fun for me that way

For some reason, this seems like the specification for a Klingon George Costanza. j/k K'Vorlag, look forward to simming with you on Sundays. ::braces himself for the joint-log where he gets beaten up::

I haven't watched them. I don't get involved in politics (I haven't registered to vote) so it would just be a waste of time for me.

I haven't joined any clubs at my college and I'm starting my second year. In fact, there is only like 10 or less other students that I actually talk to. I actually have no real desire to join anything either. My day is my classes, 2 hours of work-study, then getting the heck out of there and communting home .

As The Dust Settles A Joint Log By: Lieutenant Brian Graham & Lieutenant Junior Grade Veloras Itana The explosions that had rocked the station's perimeter had done minimal damage to the station itself and only peripheral damage to Excalibur. Technicians and repair crews buzzed about the bridge, trying to get things back in place. There was no real damage, more a mess than anything else. A few scrapes, some bruises and two reports of broken bones from crewmen assigned to the outer hull decks in engineering. Reports were now beginning to come in that several of the other ships had sustained moderate shrapnel and concussive damage, but thankfully, the death toll had been kept to a minimum. Only those on the ships that exploded had lost their lives. Lieutenant Brian Graham had taken the center seat as Captain J'Cin prepared to head to the station to deliver his report personally to the Admiral. Veloras Itana looked over her shoulder, nervously still not comfortable with being the one "behind the wheel." She'd just barely been given time to adjust to being called "lieutenant" before being temporarily assigned to the bridge and the helm position. True to form with the way the rest of her life had gone thus far, she thought rather sardonically, chaos ensued shortly there after. She finished inputting the transport coordinates and signaled the transport technician that the Captain was ready. A few seconds later he was gone and she sat amid the disheveled bridge, looking to Graham trying to hide both her nervousness and her confusion as to what they were supposed to do now. "Camelot station ops reports receipt of Captain J'cin. Preliminary damage estimates show negligible damage to the station. None to Excalibur but two of the other vessels have hull damage." " How bad?" Graham looked up from the console on his armrest, briefly. "Repair crews are already busy. There was only one breech on the ship directly adjacent to the vessel. Their repair team reports force fields are in place. no fatalities." "Good. Have any other hostile ships been detected?" Veloras pulled up the tactical overlay on the smaller screen beside the navigational readout. Security teams were still busy and a replacement tactical officer would be delayed eighteen more minutes. She reviewed the data carefully, only peripherally familiar with handling the tactical database. "Tachyon scans and sensor sweeps show no other anomalous readings. Beta fleet has yet to report in with their findings." She paused for a moment. "Reports from the Romulans are..." She stopped for a moment, once again consulting the console. "Pretty much what you'd expect reports from the Romulans to be. Vague." Graham steepled his fingers below his chin appearing pensive but not overly nervous, and Veloras found herself envying him. She was scared to death. "Hmm, could it have been the explosion from their device that disrupted their cloaking field?" Appearing to sense her discomfort he smiled. "Without knowing what type of device it is or what sort of detonator it used there's no way we can know. Our own teams have brought aboard debris from the field. Preliminary data indicates the cloaked vessel was a shuttle. They have organic matter retrieved from the wreckage but there's been no in depth analysis of it as yet." She smiled back weakly with no real emotion behind it. Nervously pulling at the collar on her dress uniform. "So it basically blends in with the rest of the ship's systems until... whammo. Some Romulan officer must have heard some weird beeping and found the blasted thing." He nodded, keying another sequence of commands into the armrest console. "Have they sent us anything at all on the device itself yet?" "No, they are "completing their own investigation prior to releasing any data on the confiscated device. Though, they are already proclaiming that it was their superior technological ability and keen analytical skills that allowed them to find the device before they were destroyed." Veloras almost laughed. She smiled wryly, shaking her head. "But my guess is, they got lucky, alot luckier than the other vessels." "More than likely." Graham nodded agreement. "The Romulans can turn anything into a vain testament to their superiority." This time he did laugh. "Call for an update from our own security teams, please. I know they've done it twice already, but unlike the Romulans, I'm not counting on luck. I want to be sure there's nothing aboard this ship." Veloras nodded, turning back to her console. "Thorough searches of our own ship still hasn't turned up anything except a mess from being tossed around during the explosions. One or two new reports of minor injuries and a lot of jostled nerves, but that's it." "Good, have them keep looking, and get someone to correlate all the analysis of both the debris and the organic matter into a report so we have something to show the captain on his return." Graham rubbed his chin, his antennae flicking back briefly. "I can't think of anything else we should be doing. Now it's just a matter of waiting to see what the hostile's next move is, and what the brass decides to do about it." Lieutenant Veloras pondered this for a moment, wishing she weren't so tired. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, and was still trying hard to keep it from showing while she was on duty. Being in this dress uniform didn't help. It was like a truss. She felt as if she were suffocating. Without thinking about it she removed the jacket, draping it over the back of her chair. Her thoughts began to flow more freely as oxygen once again began to reach her brain. "I think a good place to start looking would be to find out who was able to infiltrate all these vessels long enough to plant the devices in the first place. That, to me, doesn't seem to be an easy thing to accomplish." Turning back to the main view screen, Veloras studied the debris field, her mind continually wandering back to how good it felt to have that damned jacket off. Still, she kept coming back to the same conclusions as to the who and how of it, and she wondered if everyone else had as well. Appearing to be reading her mind, Graham leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hand. "No, it wasn't an easy undertaking at all." He nodded reflectively. "And, I'm afraid the investigations, whether they be done together or independently will arrive at the same conclusion. I really hope I'm wrong." He didn't finish his train of thought. He didn't need to, Veloras knew where he was going with it, and she hoped he was wrong as well. "Fools be my theme, let satire be my song." ~Lord Byron