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WOW... I am thoroughly impressed and not even finished. This record should be shown to all. It really shows how logs can inter-play with one another and provide a tapestry of imagination to the reader... A collective consciousness....

Here we find our Star & Co-star reviewing the daily 'rushes' of the new musical "Ghengis Kahn: High School Days"

"Okay, Did Michael put our wedding photos on the monitor again??!!" Director "Mr. Caine has not been in the studio today, Shakira."

(joint log by Shane, Dash & Sal) The restaurant was actually named Tiffany’s Café, however, this restaurant – slash – bar wasn’t much to write home about but it was clean and currently not real busy. Fact was, the three QoB crew members were the ONLY customers and the waitress wouldn’t be showing up for a couple of hours. They had asked if ‘her’ name was Tiffany and it wasn’t. Tiffany apparently never worked here or owned the place, but she was dating the hotel’s night manager on and off. They never did find out if the place was actually named after her. More likely it was simply someone’s poor sense of humor. With his feet propped up on a chair and his huge, bionic arm set on the table, Shane sipped a glass of wine as he watched the viewscreen across the bar. He and Dash had decided to come here to give Pher some time to help Chris; "help" being a loose term in Shane's opinion. But Doc Andrews had approved of the patient's "treatment, so it wasn't like his opinion mattered any. Plus, it gave Shane an excuse to get out of that cramped hotel room. Shane focused back on the news playing on the viewscreen, "...and now a Special Report on the recent explosion at Guardian Central earlier today. Initial assumptions have blamed the Rainmakers..." At that, the cyborg grumbled under his breath, "Yellow-bellied, sons of..." Shane spat on the ground in disgust. "What do you mean you don't have any eggs? It is morning and you're grill's open." Sal was a bit irritated with the chief cook & bottle washer. He was waving a menu in the guy's face that clearly showed a breakfast fare which included eggs -- any style. These 38-hour days were killing him and he couldn't remember ever being this hungry, either. He continued his heated debate. "Well, can you point to what you do have?" "Sir, we apologize for not having the product that we advertise. With the ports closed we haven't been able to restock in five days. It's kinda left us in a pickle. I can make you some nice pancakes or there are plenty of breakfast cereal products over on the breakfast buffet." The gentleman smiled weakly and crossed his arms behind him. "Alright. Give me a tall stack of 'cakes with plenty of butter. I'll be seated over there with those other two gentlemen." He pointed to the table where Shane and Andrews were sitting. Dash only nodded slowly at Shane's act of disgust. Dash's mind was elsewhere... He heard Rosetto at the other end of the bar placing an order for food and it caused his stomach to remind him that his current diet of spirits and the occasional electric-cigarette was beginning to weigh on him. The strong mixture of Home-Planet made whiskey, from some sort of grain that grew heavily in the hills, accompanied by a sour-mix heavy on the citrus, had begun to sweat in his hands. He stared at the moisture for a moment, his visor picking up on the vapor leaving the glass' rim and the H2O composition of the condensation running down the sides. He saw many things these days, many different spectrums... but it struck him funny how he would never again see the color of "Her" eyes when he looked at her picture... He spoke without warning. "So... you want to tell me just how you came to have a hover-dozer attached to your arm?" He had to get his mind away from the sadness it crept to each time he had a moment to stop and think. Taking another sip from his glass, Shane glanced over to the well watered doctor and grinned slightly at his appearance. He normally didn't like to talk about his past; in fact he usually avoided the subject like the plague. But the alcohol had made him a bit friendlier and Andrews seemed like he had a troubled past himself. He looked like a man that wouldn't be running his mouth everywhere. "I had to get something like this a long time ago," the cyborg said, indicating his arm with a nod of his head, "back when I twenty something or another. Had a run-in with an 8472 while working security on a ship. I met him in a corridor on the ship and a little tussle with him. He eventually bought the farm, but not before breaking my rifle, my best knife and my arm. Turns out later on that he had left me a little present in the form of a bacteria; it took the arm and about near took my life. So I had one of them fancy prosthetics but on." Shane set his glass down and poured some more of the deep red fluid. "During the war I was working on a...uh, job with a crew. Something malfunctioned and the resulting blast destroyed my prosthetic, giving me these fancy scars as well." He said the last bit while absent-mindiedly rubbing the white lines crisscrossing his worn face. "With supplies running low, you know how the war was; I had to make do with what I had. Took this off a wrecked repair shuttle and seems to have suited me well." Shaking off the distant look that had come to his eyes in the recalling of the past, Shane looked back to Dash. "What about you Doc? I bet you weren't born with a VISOR." Dash grinned his customary yet half-hearted grin. He never really looked at Shane's face; he just continued to stare at the glass his hands were clasping. He thought a moment about Shane's remark of not being "born" with a visor... "You'd be wrong... You see, I died once. And I was reborn... with this dated piece of hardware around my eyes, and a mangled leg." He sipped his nearly empty glass of Tranquility Whiskey Sour. The loud clanking of the ice on the bare bottom of the glass must have alerted the bartender because he began mixing Dash another drink. "I was in the academy... Starfleet of course. Last year in the Medical program everyone is assigned a ship to intern aboard. There were eight of us working the sickbay... All green, first tour aboard a vessel. When the attack started 'shock' hits you at first. Then when the senior staff members begin barking orders the training kicks in. You don't know how it works or how your mind even focuses in the chaos but 'damn it' it does. After about an hour of constant barrages, hull breaches, collapsed bulkheads, power outages... it all just went quiet. Then the evac order came over the comm. 'Acting' Captain Daniel Marum... Kid was about my age. I met him once the week before; he was just a Nav. Officer. An ensign. Guess he grew up fast." Dash paused a moment as he noticed the new drink in front of him. "We were in med-bay 3... The third deck... bottom level of the medical facilities. There were eleven wounded and only four of us. We started moving the ones we could to the pods... I moved ahead to open the pod-hatch and key in the launch sequence when the quiet finally ended. A torpedo struck two decks below us... apparently the shields had failed and the detonation struck nothing but duranium. All I could see was white... We..." He paused a second fighting off a fit of anger that crept up his spine and in to his nose making his nostrils burn. Then he just grinned again. "We weren't even equipped for combat. We were a medical supply and emergency response vessel... We didn't stand a chance." Sal came back to the table with a very large coffee in one hand and a pot with two extra cups in the other. His mood hadn't changed but he was dragging the best he could. He didn't want to admit it but he was anticipating Joia's next letter. "Coffee anyone?" He set the pot and cups down and pulled out a seat for himself. "I hope you two are getting along." Shane didn't answer Sal at first. He was staring intently at Andrews, his mood having suddenly changed at hearing the doctor's story. The big man almost had a wary look on his stony expression, as if he just discovered something worth taking care around. He slowly brought his glass up for a sip without moving his eyes from the doctor. "Well enough, Rosy." he said in an even tone. He addressed Dash again, "If you don't mind me asking, Doc, what ship did you serve on?" "The USS Pioneer - B..." He watched as Rosetto sat the coffee pot down in the middle of the table and gave them each a cup. Dash knew that switching from Whiskey to Coffee at this time of the day would be a wise decision... Who knew how much longer they would be awake, or what the rest of the day would bring. Nickles... a prisoner... and three crewmates doing something he thought was quite "stupid". Odds were he would need to be awake for what was to come. "Good idea..." he said picking up the coffee pot and filling his cup. "The cook said there was food at the breakfast bar, if you guys are hungry. No eggs though and I suspect no fresh milk either. This closing down the entire planet because of one man is kind of insane if you ask me. It'd be different if this rock could support vegetation; had its own planet-side commerce. But this place depends 100% on space-faring commerce. The even have to get their dang water from space!" Sal had been on this rock for more than enough dances. He knew that there would be places like this. But he also knew that there were plenty of living breathing worlds to explore. He recalled the Zoalus Alphabet Blocks that he'd seen in Westen. That was six annuls ago...longer he thought because that was when Harry found out that she was pregnant. He would see her bright eyes for another 3 mons The other guys didn't seem to notice as Shane's eyes widen slightly when he heard the name of Andrew's ship. Quickly, he looked away from Dash and swallowed a bit before downing the rest of his drink. He stood and pulled a Picard maneuver on his shirt while saying, "Breakfast sounds good to me. Old food is better than nothing at all." Quickly he moved away from the table in the direction of the food bar. There were reasons why he didn't delve into his past. It always made things complicated.

Team Sunflower has a secret weapon and he stings like a....HEY! SOMEBODY WAKE BRUCE UP!!!!

As they approached the vessel Pher said something under her breath into Audrey and the aft cargo ramp, the only means of entry, slowly opened. Sal followed her up the ramp into a large open space that contained several tiers of large storage shelves. Five or six surface vehicles could easily be parked in this space. She continued across the bay and entered a wide corridor that had doors to the right and left and a single gangway about half way down. Pher started up the gangway and Sal paused momentarily. "You coming?", she asked. "Right behind you, Pher", he responded. At the top of the gangway were several doors. Pher said they were crewmen's quarters and currently unoccupied. They had let them out for passengers in the past but mostly they were used for extra storage rooms. She spun around and started back toward the stern. Two large blast doors opened up and they were in the main engineering bay. The center of the room was dominated by what appeared to be the main reactors. Pher pulled out Audrey again and listened to the commands that T'Aral had recorded. "You gonna be a while?" he asked. "T'Aral said that this will take about a half hour to complete, why?" "Well, I'm gonna have a look around and find a place to put my stuff down", he continued all glassy-eyed. Pher shook her head and began walking toward one of the engineering control panels. She called out, "Well, don't get lost." With that and like a child who had just got a new toy, Sal headed back out the blast doors. Finally he was on the ship. He'd anticipated this moment for many years. Back on the slip and catching the stars. Sal had yearned for this freedom and Harriet knew that it was what her man needed. He wasn't a business man though he'd become one for her. In the end it was strangling his spirit and she knew it. He peaked into one of the crewmen's quarters and discovered that it was indeed being used for storage. It was filled with boxes and storage containers. Most of them were unmarked and the one's that were had either Klingon script or simply bill of laden numbers. Continuing forward he entered a hall that was lined with cabinets on either side. Sal had to stop for a moment and remember that there were usually few windows onboard a vessel. Looking back and thinking, he imagined that this was the neck of the bird. The cabinets seemed newer, cleaner. There lines were not so dark but they were still simply and functional in design. More changes appear as he exited the hall of cabinets and came to a section where there was an obvious mixture of Federation and Klingon design. There were two rooms, one on each side. These sections had apparently been more open before the up grade. Sal tried to remember the BoP simulator that he had flown. Like a good Navigation Officer, he'd walked those decks to even though it was just a holographic simulation. Transporters! Then the memory of how the Federation had banned transporters in the Bull's Head colonies. It was a long joke on K'Normia where the ban was not enforced. Too many people with a lot more credit than Sal had kept the Federation at bay on that issue for years. 'So if the transporters were now gone', Sal thought. He opened the door on the left and looked around. It was most definitely a laboratory and from the equipment on the counters he determined it to be the science lab. The other room was filled with panels of isolinear chips. This was the computer core of the vessel, the nerve center. After passing another gangway that went down, the corridor opened onto the main bridge. It was similar to the simulated one but had its own uniqueness as all of the BoP vessels did. The command chair was traditional and was raised on a swivel platform. There was a gunnery turret off to the right with targeting scope suspended just above. Scanning left he saw two control consoles that formed a rough 'L' shape and then the main view screen. As he put his arm on the command chair and continued to survey the room and imagine the crew at their posts, he saw three more consoles. The one closest to the other side of the viewer was obviously the helm controls. The other two were not so obvious. There was also a doorway off to the far right. As he recalled from the simulation it lead to the sensory control room and a gangway that lead to the forward torpedo room. Sal decided that he wanted to explore another deck instead and turned back down the main corridor. There had been a second gangway leading up next to the one that he and Pher had taken earlier. This one turned out to be about twice as long as the first gangway and when he reached the top he saw some Federation labels indicating the Sickbay on the port side of the vessel. The rooms were all done in Federation style. There was a small ward, examination room and the Doc's office on the end. Some of the rooms to the starboard side were unmarked but the others had the crews' names on them; Andrews, Parsons, a blank one and then T'Aral. At the aft end of the hallway he found an archway that lead into an open mess hall. It contained three simple tables and some lounge seating. Pher's quarters were at the end of the wall. Beyond the tables he could see a kitchen area and a couple other doors labeled in Klingon script. Sal set his stuff down on one of the couches and figured he'd better get back down stairs and see how Pher was doing.

Or put more simply than Grom: "Goochie Goochie Goo!"

|late entry from my brother| "Meeeooooooooowwww!!!!" translated "Would some one PLEASE tell the dog to quit peeing on my head!"

Teen-aged mutant ninja kitty or Cmdr Caitlin reporting for Viper Training

T'Aral: If you have a picture then just post it, okay?

Okay, Sorry.... Any more entries? Tee Hee (I know. I love this picture too!)

Althouh these were all funny in their own rights, I think T'Aral wins with her 'Extreme Vulcan Paraphrasing'. Sounds like a new olympic sport!

Here's a new game. Can anyone name them all?

Well, you stumbled upon it, TKAR. The clue was 'REGULAR' crew member and the answer was WESLEY CRUSHER. The others that you mentioned are also good choices but not quite as regular as Wil Wheaten I should think.

HAVE YOUR WAY WITH IT, GUYS!

There have been many people who have attempted to speculate the transporter of STAR TREK works. There are also those who simply remark that it doesn't really matter. It was a plot advancer and nothing more. And so what is wrong with a bit of fantasy? I have always asserted that the reason that I have followed STAR TREK longer and farther than any other science (fiction or otherwise) is that it strived to base all of its technology in science. Unfortunately, over the years and after the passing of the Great Bird, much of this ideology has been lost. What was 'canon' is no longer 'canon' because some writer made something else up and the checks & balances that used to be are no longer there and so the 'canon' was adapted and changed to fit this new idea. This is EXACTLY what has happened in the case of the transporter. In the movie, 'The Fly', which was originally filmed before STAR TREK existed, the main character has developed a method of teleportation. In the remake of that movie starring Jeff Goldblum, his character describes that he has to teach his program to be "driven crazy" by flesh to enable his device to work on living tissue. This is a key point. In the adaptations of the STAR TREK canon they used this and called it the Heisenburg Compensator. Unfortunately, what was not completely thought through was the amount of memory that would be required to store the quantum state of every subatomic particle in a human body or the amount of energy that would be required to disintegrate and the reintegrate one. When these numbers are considered the entire concept becomes incredibly impractical and silly. Yes. I understand that this paper that I am about to reference has been classified as 'NON-CANON' and has been refuted many times over by on-screen performances which have been used to define what is and is not canon. However, I argue again, what has been accepted as canon is where the issues lie. A much more feasible concept was proposed by a STAR TREK fan back in 1988 that fits perfectly into the canon and seems quite practical. In his descriptions of this technology there exists only one leap of faith which cannot presently be scientifically proven or disproven. It is his description of exactly what is meant by 'sub-space' and what Zephram Cochran had discovered. This paper also follows a development process that occurs with every new discovery where one application slowly builds and leads to additional applications. In reference to teleportation, the process does not incorporate disintegration or reintegration at all. There is never a point in the process where the object ceases to exist. On the contrary, the object seemingly exists at both the origin and the destination at the same time. First you must imagine an object as simply being a disturbance in the space-time continuum; a bump in a taut sheet. It's there and we see it only because we see or detect the effects this disturbance. If we were to place an identical disturbance elsewhere on that same sheet then we would not be able to tell using our current technology, which was the original. This is impossible, of course. An object cannot be to two places simultaneously. Therefore, although the disturbance is at the destination we see nothing. This is where Cochran's discovery steps in and how ingenuity of his basic concepts led to teleportation. Although the replicated disturbance seems to behave like the original, it isn't the original however there exists a property of this disturbance whose domain resides in sub-space that can be manipulated so that the original becomes the replicated and vise-versa. When the original property is brought from 1 to 0 and the replicated property is simultaneously brought from 0 to 1, the exchange is completed and teleportation is achieved. Thus, by one simply leap of faith another STAR TREK miracle is achieved. But I concede that it is this leap of faith with which so many people issues. Einstein's theory of relativity which is nearly a century old still baffles many laymen. Many of the basic principles today has been misquoted and misinterpreted. This leap of faith to which I refer falls into this realm. These concepts are beyond our current knowledge of what is real and what is not. They explore concepts that involve some properties of matter that have as yet been discovered. THAT is why they don't fit nicely into our current ideology or seemingly break some 'fundamental' laws of conservation. However, when one takes that leap of faith they realize that none of these laws have been broken.

Exactly my point. In the book 'Inside STAR TREK' by Herb Solow & Bob Justman, they site that many of the writers of TOS were upset by Gene's constant rewrites of their works where they didn't fit the established canon or his scientific advisors had pointed out some flaws in the logic or consistency. Most people do not know to what extent TOS went to maintain this. This is what I feel was lost in the later series (VOY/ENT) and in my humble opinion one of the main reasons why popularity had fallen off. I'm a creator. I love making things up! However, I learned a long time ago that it is more beneficial to all to use common building blocks in your creativity so that your concepts are realized and appreciated by they masses. This lesson goes back to an architectural competition in which I participated and came in 2nd. We were given cost, time & material restraints and asked to design a suitable home. The reason I took second place was that the first place winner had actually finished more drawings than I did. Gosh. That was over 30 years ago! LOL (unravelling undergarments)

Sorehl, thank you. Your response tells me that you actually comprehended my original post. (relax people. I'm saying that Sorehl gave indirect reference to concepts in the original post while others did not.) I agree that with something as complex and far reaching as STAR TREK (The English Language, Monopoly, physics, etc.) there needs to be resources that site and record the details so that anyone may reference and use them. This is why the STAR TREK canon exists (which I believe but am not certain was another Roddenberry idea. I don't remember any TV show prior to STAR TREK ever mentioning it but perhaps SOAPs use them and they go back to even pre-TV). What doesn't bode well with me, in general, are the changes; what used to be 'canon' is no longer 'canon'. In my opinion, where schematics and deck plans are concerned, nothing beats Franz Joseph's attention to detail. However, I can also understand why FASA lost their contract to produce STAR TREK gaming material as STAR TREK was never militant. The issue with using 'performance' (what is shown in episode or movie) is that the canon may not have be strictly adhered by the producer or director for what ever reason. The end result when this occurs is that the canon must suffer and change. So, which came first? The Canon or the Show? LOL The other, much more understandable change, is that we have changed. Our technology has advanced. Some of its advancements have even been toward the realisaton of things shown to us through science fiction. The obvious and common place items are the 'flip open' cell phones and the automatically openning doors (many people miss the latter one but the truth is before STAR TREK we didn't have them). The other major change has been in the world of computers. In the TOS episodes you never see anyone with a complex remote interface (beyond the yeoman's clipboard). TNG and later series these things have become commonplace. BTW My SCRABBLE 'house rule' is that a dictionary is used only in the case of a challenge to a word.

This may seem unrelated but it's not. What popped into my head after reading your post was a TV commercial that I just saw again today. It's BATMAN selling some kind of online investment scheme (1800-INVEST or some such). Yes, I know his name is Adam West but like some many other people, I will always know him as BATMAN first and foremost. Nimoy and Shatner suffer that same fate. Alan Alda, for years, was Hawkeye Pierce. And who could ever forget the 'Fonz'? Mr. Henry Winkler. It's the price of fame and it doesn't just hit actors. Madonna had tried to change her music and image... It didn't work. Could you imagine Marilyn Mason singing country? There are some who can successfully transmute, however, Kurt Russell went from goodie goodie disney kid roles to a main stream rough character roles. Cher went from gammy winning singer to oscar winning actress. Personally, I think she's a far better actress than she ever was at singing but that's just me. LL Cool J is another. As for transmutable music, The Eagles is a fine example. They are usually classified as easy listening but many of their tunes are far from easy listening. So, Yeah. I'd be interested in everyone's opinion on Spock and more....

Leading by example: "Son, a gentle balance of indoor and outdoor activities is a key element to a healthy lifestyle"

I agree and did read that log. It is a very good description of what is currently accepted as 'canon'. However, the concept of actually digitizes, disintegrate and reintegrate living tissue is just too complex and would expend more energy that it takes to propel the vessel at warp. This is what I meant by it deviating from a sound science base.

Sal finally had some time to catch his breath as well as catch up on his life. He was beyond tired and moving with pure adrenaline. The smell of fresh brewed coffee danced in the back of his mind. He wondered if Pher had any on hand; if she’d mind if he made some. He looked around the room that she had which was sparse in refinement. She was occupied with Nickles and he wasn’t about to go nosing around in her cabinets. The last thing that he wanted to do was to pore over legal documents but it had to be done if the sale of Haxnar Industries was going to go smoothly. With his PADD linked through the hotel network, Sal plopped himself on the chair by the desk and put his feet up. He paused for a long moment and sighed as he tried to get his mind refocused. With a couple of quick taps he was staring the first of three documents that Harry had sent. Sal didn’t trust lawyers but he trusted Bill. After 5 annuls he had proven his worth many times over. Sal knew that Bill was duly compensated but felt that there was also a closer bond. Being a native K’Normian which simply meant that he was born there but he lived and breathed the cultural subtleties. Sal had brought him in on Haxnar late in the game after the previous firm had caused them to lose a very lucrative account with Galdwen Supplements on Betazed. With Bill’s help, Sal was able to recover quickly and purchase the K’Mondu properties for 20% under market value. It was a sweet deal. Of course, Bill stood to gain a chunk of latinum for its sale as well. After he finished reading the documents, Sal dictated a message to follow up his business with the sale. For Sal, in was concise and brief. He was not known for being either. But he was true to form with his bottom line requirements. Regardless of his current situation, Sal still felt a strong obligation to his family and to their welfare. They had always come first. To: Bill Swanson From: Sal Via: SHJ-Rosetto Personal Network Bill: I’ve read over the documents on the purchase by Douglas & Dawson that Harry sent. I concur with the sale of the main properties in Roseland and Southgate. Six million credits is a fair price and I’m certain that we can come to an equally fair agreement with Rosenbloom and Wiess. As long as they are retaining the controlling interest in the Roseland facility they will be satisfied. I am more concerned with the buyers’ credentials. I know that you have assured us they are clean but you know that I have never found trust in offworlders. Can you forward me more information on them? As for the sale of the properties on K’Mondu to Danberry Industries I have a few objections. As you well know, there are five self-sustaining geothermic power cells on the Thiberian coast and three more at the secondary site in the Valkrit plains. The sites were fully funded by the UFP and remittance had been received two standard years ago. On the Federation Market their net worth is 3 million credits, alone. Further, each site house 15 families and term contracts were signed with these families. The sites have been fully manned, productive and operating black for close to six years now. The families have been guaranteed 35% split of the net and so I cannot agree to anything less than five for our controlling interest there. Are these buyers going to maintain the pension accounts? We are legally bound to those funds and I don’t know what you have drawn up to release us from that obligation. Some of those families are friends of ours and personally, I want to do right by them. Now this deal with the cash flow needs some work. I’m not running on fumes here, but currently there is no positive income either. Things have been a little dicey out here and until I have secured employment, I will have to have full access to the funds in the October account. If there are issues with this then please let me know as soon as you can. You have my signature on the release of the vineyards. Control has been transferred to Harry as we had agreed. She is provided for with their margin and the Blac Deice trust fund should cover Joia’s schooling and college expenses. Next on Sal’s list was Joia’s letter. He looked up and the room was quiet. A quick glance around confirmed that all were busy with their own tasks at hand and after a couple more taps Joia’s letter was on the small display. He read quietly to himself and its content was much the same as the others that he had received. He did note one thing in her message. It would seem that things were not as calm and settled as what Harry had presented. According to Joia, Harry had hired a new manager who was frequently welcomed to dinner. Sal could sense a bit of jealousy in her words and he really didn’t know how to respond. This was not some kind of business trip where he’d be back at home in a couple of weeks. It had been settled for five mons between Sal and Harry. They knew that this was going to be a permanent arrangement and had set Joia down to try to explain. It seemed to Sal now, that their little chat wasn’t as successful as they had hoped. He audibly sighed. Although he had not given much thought of exploring new relationships he could not fault Harry for seeking companionship. In fact, he was a little pleased by the news. The divorce would not be finalized for several mons, as is required by K’Normian law, however it was also not considered unfaithful for one or both to seek outside companionship during this waiting period. Actually this method had saved more marriages than one might think. At any point during this six-mon wait if both parties agreed then the divorce process was reversed. It was dissimilar to other cultures only in that it was an absolute waiting period. There was also a legal requirement for periodic counseling. They had attended several sessions together prior to Sal’s departure and completed their obligated hours of face-to-face. They were both still required to submit a report every mon to their counselor but it was more formality at this point. The one thing that they definitely agreed upon was that they did not want to subject Joia to the worlds of the cluster. It was that the daily details of these worlds were not widely known that made them seem untamed and unsafe. It was obvious to Sal from his brief conversations with locals that there were families out here however it was definitely not like the calm suburban life they had in Southgate. If Harry knew that he’d risked his life not once but twice in the same day she’d have a cow. Tranquility City, at least, was not a place for an adolescent child. Sal seriously doubted if any of the other worlds were more settled.

too funny, Will.... ROFLMAO... If you seen the diagram that describes how 911 works you'd be amazed that it even works! "Holy Spaghetti Code, Batman!"

In all things there are ebbs and flows. Tides come in and tides go out. It seems quite obvous to me that this Station is living and breathing today, even after fifteen long years. The future that I see is long and prosperous. Congrats Aegis! Keep the faith!

CAT WOMAN (on other end): "I love a man in uniform. When are you coming home?" BATMAN (whispering): "Not in front of the little one and not while I'm working. I'll be home when I get there."