Daniel Kroells

Yeah...MMORPG's (Massivly Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game...you see why they abriviate...) take a while to do. And, it'll never really be done. Their always updating Galaxies. I wish I could buy it, however, my computer is rather er, crappy and any type of newer game would be more hassle then it's worth. I remember Galaxies was supossed to come out for Xbox and PS2, but that fell through, and broke my heart. I've been debating wether or not to buy a PS2, for FFXI, and many other games that are only on PS2, namely the upcoming MGS3, but, that's not here or there...if that's how the cliche goes... The Matrix is being published by Sega, or developed by them...cant remember, but I know they have a hand in it. If you own Matrix Revolutions DVD theres a preview for the game. I might be interested, if it's for the console...if it's computer only, doesnt matter how good it is... Same for Star Trek Galaxy...lol It'd be rather stupid to give it a name like that...since it takes place in only our Milky Way... If theres no talk of consoles, then I wont even be interested. Anyways, what I'm really looking foward to is the Stargate game. It'll be cool. Nuff said.

Hmm... Garn literally made me insane That's the one.

It's not really fair to call it the replacement. I might watch it tonight. I'll see what else is going on. If its good, which I heard it is, I'll watch it.

12-14 hours. Honest. It makes up for about the 5 hours of sleep I get during the school year, and on weekends.

“Across five Aprils”…Danny’s logs (Log 4) Danny lay in bed, looking up at the wooden ceiling, contemplating things. That was pretty much all he did now. He looked around at his settings, remembering how much they had changed. No longer was he in the camp, always looking for some one to talk to, to have fun with… He searched his mind for a moment, and recalled the last time he had ever talked to anyone was over a year ago. After what he had over heard the Admiral, and Commander discussing… “WE DID IT!!!! MANTICORE DID IT!!!!” Danny was drawn to listen. Manticore’s warp drive, or something else, caused some sort of a cataclysmic release of energy, cooking the entire sector. Unbelievable… He had left soon after. Just packed up his things and left. Sten had pleaded for him to stay, at least until after Eason’s funeral. Danny felt terrible by not showing up, but he just couldn’t do it. He just left…took what worldly possessions he needed, and left. He rolled over in his bed, and looked at the phaser on the nightstand, useless. Its power had run out long ago. He made sure of that. Just enough to cut down the trees… The house went up quickly enough, of course, Danny was always trying to improve it. It wasn’t the warmest in the winter…but it worked alright. He slowly sighed, and crawled out of bed, walking around for a bit. He finally opened the door, and walked a couple of feet away from the house, over to his little vegetable garden, the only thing keeping him alive… He knelt down, and slowly began to pick the weeds, “Heh, you guys know…when I first came out here, Sten didn’t think I would make it. He’d come by every so often, and bring some rations, something that would last until we walked another ten miles back out here the next month.” Sten truly had been a good friend, looking out for him like that…even if Danny didn’t really need it. Sten…He had been the last person Danny had seen. At first, he came out whenever possible, willing to make the ten mile trek out here. However, the talks didn’t last as long, news slowed down, and Sten came less and less. At first every other week, then once a month. Then it became rather sporadic. Finally, about a year and a half ago, he just stopped coming. Danny understood, all their conversations had been rather one sided. Not much to talk about when you’re the only living thing in ten miles. He slowly scratched his beard, and felt his hair. Both had grown, but not dramatically. It was easy to keep his hair at this length, and so that was the length it was at…same with the facial hair. Danny finally finished working on the plants, and quickly watered them. It was summer now, so worrying about winter was far off…Danny almost felt ashamed of it, it was the only modern thing that he still had. A freeze dryer for his food. He’d always have left overs from the harvest in the garden. He’d freeze what ever was left over, and have plenty to eat for the winter…As much as Danny would like to say that these two years had changed him into a better person, there were still some things we was dependent on. He felt warmth growing on his back, and he smiled, the sun was coming up soon. He ran into the small wood cabin, and grabbed a large sketch padd, and some charcoal. Sketches were all over, of the sun, trees…the mountains. Almost sixty had piled up, over two years of artistic improvement. Danny loved to watch the sun rise…even if it was among the fewest of his sketches. He either slept in too long…or was still working in the garden, doing early morning watering, to get the most out of the water given to the plants. A nearly 8 mile walk to the nearest river meant that water conservation was an absolute. But, at times like these, Danny rarely contemplated such things. He just sat down in his chair, and sketched all the colors in the world, in shades of gray and black. He viewed the sun as best as possible, and got to work. The charcoal brushed against the paper, and Danny was brought to other thoughts. Why the Manticore hadn’t left yet… No doubt, the warp core was done by now…the Admiral must be conducting every test in the book, to make sure this one didn’t blow…Danny knew, that there weren’t any parts left for a third… Danny had hoped that was the case. Even though he doubted now, that he’d be going back, he’d like to know that the option was still available… As much as he loved living out here by himself…this in a way was a punishment to him. For the longest time…three years almost, he believed this place to be the ultimate holodeck play. Time wasn’t an issue here. If they could go back in time, they could get back, to only seconds after they left, and all the time spent here, would be nullified. But now…Danny didn’t think it was that simple. He was starting to doubt if they could get back at the exact time… If they couldn’t…and couldn’t undo what the ship had done…then no body had a right to leave. This should be a punishment for us. Unable to leave, forced to live this mediocre life. To some, it was the ultimate punishment, and it suited…most times, torture that affected you the most, was the mental, not physical. The wise cracking, prank pulling Danny of old was dead…replaced by a more mature, worldlier person. Life here required it. He slowly chuckled, and pushed the thoughts away… It was far too beautiful a morning to stew on past mistakes.

::Looks at Fred very concerned:: :D

::wraps his arms around Marris and hands her some Cider:: There there, no need to fear, Travis is here.

Meh, in light of recent news controversies... Half time=Halt me if :)

Race kick major but man! Lots of action in the begining. And for those of you who dont say its a sport, maybe you should sit in Dale Jrs. seat, as he fingers the cool million. (even more, I'm not sure of the exact purse) Also, the Busch race was finished today, since being rained out on Sat. Jr. won that one too! Yay! The only thing Im mad about was the huge Micheal crash. All my favorite guys were taken out of contetion. Waltrip, Wallace, R. Gordon, Marlin...Man, talk about losing money at 180 mph...I owe my buddies aboot (canada fun) 80$

Bah Humbug!

Lets go with... Will the real Kroells please stand up?

STARFLEET GALACTIC DATABASE BIOGRAPHICAL SECTION SUBJECT: Daniel Kroells /-\**!Warning!**/-\ This data can not be accessed without proper codes. Failure to submit these codes will result in immediate shut down of this system. Enter Code: ****-***-**** Pass code verified. You may now proceed. GENERAL INFORMATION: Name: Daniel Kroells Nicknames: Danny Gender: Male Birth date: 9201.31 Age: 22 Species: Human Height: 5’10 Weight: 165 lbs Hair Color: light brown Eye Color: green Skin Color: White Place of Birth: Starbase 293 STARFLEET FILE PHOTO: FAMILY: Father: Admiral Barry Kroells. Executive officer of Starfleet anti piracy department. Mother: Megan Foltz. Owner of the Andorian hop, bar and grill. Siblings: Lt. Travis Kroells. Chief Science officer of the USS Reaent. (Half brother) SERVICE INFORMATION: Rank: Ensign Position: Assistant Engineer. Warp Core specialist. Assignment: USS Manticore. NCC-5852 MEDICAL RECORD: Daniel is in excellent health for his age. No outstanding illnesses or chronic health problems are present. Last physical was taken on Stardate 0005.15 for Starfleet academy entrance. Next scheduled physical: To be given at date of assignment, by said ships Chief Medical Officer. ACADEMY NOTES: Daniel, or rather, Danny as most of the students, and in fact most of the faculty call him, has progressed far since his freshman year at the academy. With no real direction, and a stunning disciplinary record, expelment was almost a diffident. However, in the last three years, cadet Kroells has made a major turn around, and was recently graduated. 90th percentile of his class, specializing in warp core dynamics, and technology. I find him to be rash at times, but still obedient to orders. I would say that he will make any engineers warp core run smoother then ever. However, one side note does distresses me. Records show that cadet Kroells has put in for an engineering position on the USS Manticore, which to my recollection is a tugboat/recovery ship. While I have no doubts that he will perform well, such talent seems wasted on such a ship. In speaking with the cadet, I have discovered that he was more or less forced into the position, by his father, Admiral Barry Kroells, executive officer of Starfleet anti piracy agency. Further investigation shows that Kroells’s half brother, Lieutenant Travis Kroells is currently serving onboard the USS Reaent as acting Chief Science officer. The recent news of the ships disappearance is no doubt the logical reason that the admiral would wish his other son, to choose a less, adventurous ship. Commodore T’ling. Commanding officer. Starfleet academy, Cannonia 4. SERVICE RECORD: Stardate 0401.02: Completes academy training on Cannonia 4 Stardate 0402.03: Assigned to the USS Manticore Commanding officer: Admiral Atragon-9 Executive officer: Captain Sovak. Stardate 0402.04: Promoted to ensign by Commodore T’ling. Commanding officer, Starfleet academy, Cannonia 4. =File Closed=