Ki'rok

Im so proud of my ship.....even if it is starting to go through puberty..... Go Republicans!!!!!

There's talk among the members of this OPEN GM....while I find it rather...CONVENIENT that he shows up immediately after being discovered... I, personally, do not buy into this "magic macro" theory....I have seen no text from this person to analyze...if so..it would read the same.......back ..and to the left....back...and to the left.......back.....and to the left.........

Rok was having a bad day...week..month..oh whew knew how long whatever was happening would go on. Though getting set on fire was a totally knew experience. his arms didnt really hurt that bad..but he was not about to argue with the Admiral under the circumstances..she said go to sickbay...he was going to sickbay. He stood waiting for the TL...with the white powder from earlier still covering much of his upper torso including his face. He knew he needed a shower more than anything..funny..he had been spending a lot of time needing showers lately...where was Holly with a bucket of water when you needed her... The irony was blinding...the chief of security..acting, of course..but..anyway...inured..and not by the rogue AI he had been pursuing..instead by..himself....classic. It was this thought that was making Rok frown a bit when the TL doors slid open and, much to Roks dismay the female ASCI inside...screamed....a little... The young woman caught the cry in mid yelp but it was sufficient enough to reverberate down the hall..alerting anyone in earshot of a possible shock... "Sorry sir....I...just......" the young woman looked down and suddenly became interested in her data PADD. Rok said nothing...just slowly entered the TL. He turned amd cocked a brow as the doors slid shut. Although, he had the strangest urge to tap her on the shoulder and say "Boo.." Instead...."Sickbay" was the word of choice and the ASCI and Rok..silently slipped through the interior of the Republic.

And then you have the pesky little problem of paying peoples salaries..all those Traffic directors and Master control personnel, continuity guys, programming directors, etc....its like I said in a different thread..you've got awesome shows..and I think Enterprise has come a long way...but ...I think it was about Farscape..its not about the writing, or production, or how many gratuitous sex shots you can fit in an hour...ultimately, it comes down to what are advertisers willing to buy time in. Is that right?? Is that fair?? I have no idea...but, it is what capitalism is all about.. So....not only does enterprise have to establish more of a fan base..its has to be perceived as marketable... I hope it gets to at least 6 seasons...that should be ample time to write the next trek movie which should be the Rihan Wars... ;)

;) OK...please do not take this rant as anything against Webbie or any other STSF member..we have an awesome site here that do date, other than the recent server issues has been flawless..for the most part. That is Precisely why I began posting a log yesterday in the forum..having had no trouble getting in..thinking all was right with the world. However, as I wrote, a muse came over me allowing me to create a really awesome log. Unfortunately, when I went to post this "masterpiece", the site could not be found..I tried several times to no avail and the history would not take be back to the post screen since, obviously. the site could not be found. I have tried to repeat what was written and should be able to put something together. However, the flow and feel of the original have been lot so far. Dont be a dumbass...like me.... Compose your entry in Word or whatever processor you use..copy..and paste.... Because...a log..is a terrible thing to waste.... :P

Ok..just to keep the topic semi on track.... Since we are all family here...whats the dumbest thing you have ever done... When we get a few Ill make a poll and we'll honor the biggest dumbass... :P

too easy... Wonka ok...the muppets doing a star wars spoof...that would be cool.

:P Well, I never..... If the stool fits..sit on it! ;)

yes, but doesnt the bark interfere with your bandwidth?? :P I feel much better now...

The silence was awkward..even for Rok. Finally, the woman spoke again, giving Rok a bit of a patronizing look.. "Whats wrong, aren't you glad to see your mother?" Rok quirked a brow... "My mother died several years ago...Im not exactly sure what you are..." Tam'arras doppelganger laughed a bit.. "ahh, yes..what would the Terran author Dickens have to say about me...am I a blot of Mustard...a crumb of cheese..a..." Rok interrupted... "to be sure, theres more of Gravy than grave with you. However, I am curious as to why you are here and what you have to say." Her look hardened..taking on a more ominous visage.. "are you sure...you seemed to have already overlooked a key element in this conversation..not very observant for a wanna-be head of security..." She waited, and when Rok didnt take the bait, she continued.. "you havent asked where HERE is..do you know?" Rok looked around...up til now he had only focused on her and as a result..she was the only thing in focus. Slowly the rest of the room began to form..the floor..the walls...the windows..and finally the door..or rather..the doorway..the door lay in pieces..the wood splintered and broken. Rok knew this room..and he did not want to be here. This was where his mother had died all those years ago...but the room and the memories were getting painfully sharper. Rok looked back at the image of Tam'arra.. "Why have you brought me here?" Now the woman DID laugh.. "Me? Bring you? You are in the pilots seat, we are simply along for the ride." Rok was about to inquire as to what she meant by we when two other figures formed on either side of the table. The first figure...cold and stoic...the epitamy of rational; the next...volitale, but vulnerable...caring, it seemed. Rok was taken aback, however, when the faces formed..each one being him! He once again focused on the woman.. "Alright, no more word games or metaphors...who are you...and what is the point in all this?" The woman frowned... " Alright...lets begin then..shall we? You blame your father for the death of your mother. He overlooked some rather important cultural faux pas on a first contact mission. The inhabitants were split...a disident group formed..they stormed the main hall looking for your father, but found only their ambassador and your mother...both of which were beheaded...in an attemptto stall the negotiations..is that correct?" Rok lifted his head from his hands and looked at the image of his mother... "that is correct...my father should have been the one to die." The womans voice started to lilt a bit... "Oh really...and what would be different...would you be you..do you even know who YOU are? You have spent your entire life trying to be something for someone else...so why didnt you mention blaming yourself for your mothers death..and do not try to deny it..I am, afterall, part of you, so I know whats going on in that head of yours." Rok raised a brow.."so you are not my mother...then" The woman continued, not missing a beat.. "Answer the question! Do you blame yourself..yes or no?" Rok answered slowly...reliving the day... "It was our day to explore..we were to go site seeing on the planet..but I wanted to see Tommy Tuckers model shuttle collection..so I backed out...she went to the planet, alone..and she died." The woman looked down a moment..."I see...so..your mother died because you had a play date..." The Vulcan Rok spoke.. "I see no reasons for insults..there was no play..just a healthy curiousity concerning the shuttles. However, you deduction is correct, his actions did lead to you..err...her going to the planet and ...eventual death." The other Rok exploded... "WHAT? Are you nuts? He was 6..what would you have him do..lead an armed party down to capture the dissidents? It was not his fault...it ws no ones fault..it was unfortunate...but only the people who murdered her can be held responsible...If you had half a brain you would see that you green blooded calculator." Rok looked back and forth between his two selfs... The Vulcan Rok replied..."and if you were not such a mush mouthed..bleeding heart.."I want to feel better about myself"...none of this would be necessary." Without warning the Beta Rok lept across the table attacking the Vulcan Rok..sending the table and Ki'rok flying backwards..only Tam'arra remained seated where the table had once been . Rok tried to stand while his other selves pounded one another. The woman, who had almost started glowing spoke..directly into Roks mind..."This is why you are here..how long can these two battle one another?" He watched them flail around destroying everything they came in to contact with... "they are the same essentially...I believe they would be equally matched.." The woman nodded.." They will continue indefinitely..you must choose the victor..or they will never rest." Rok shook his head..and closed his eyes..."this isnt my fault..its not my fault..." The two fighters, beaten and covered in green blood paused long enough for the Vulcan Rok to speak..." Of course you are...If we are parts of you then logically..." Rok screamed and struck the Vulcan..."$%*# your logic! I have had enough.." With that, he grabbed the Vulcan Rok and began dragging him across the room. The woman continued to speak in his head..."You must choose...NOW!" Her voice was now almost frantic..."No more Doctors, no more meds...you must be who you are." The Vulcan tried to resist.. "You do not know what you are doing...you need me..without me there will be...chaos...anarchy....STOP!" Rok stopped in the doorway..."what would you call the last few months?" With that he kicked the Vulcan sending him out the door..into the swirling mist beyond.." Slowly, the door began to reform..all the pieces gathering to form a solid unitil finally with a deafening "click" the door shut...and Roks mind..exploded. He grabbed his head and fell to the floor. Tam'arra Ki..knelt by his side..and touched him on the temple..."you have chosen..now rest...all in good time" In the dimly lit chamber of Ki'rok, the Vulcan, swayed back and forth, drenched in sweat..until he collapsed..falling head first in to the table. The candles, on both sides fell, igniting the Vulcan Robes hanging on the portside bulkhead. The fire suppression system engaged before the fire could spread further..and Rok...lay unconscious..oblivious to it all.

Rok kneeled in his quarters..trying to ascertain what exactly was going on between those pointed ears of his. He stared at the meditation crystal..watching the little flecks of light dance within the small shard. It just didnt make sense..of course so little of what had transpired over the past few months made real sense. It started with the nightmares...about Tam'arra...his mother. He had told noone, of course, and they had eventually subsided..although there was a lingering sensation of...duality??...as if he was not really himself but someone else living his life...it made absolutely no sense..thankfully, that too had passed. Then, the emotional strain had started..he had almost opened up to the new Doctor..but couldnt bring himself to completely share how he felt. Of course, it all came to a head the night Carter found him destroying his room and after that...the meds. The meds? What exactly did Dr Maxwell have him taking? He understood the whatever levels in his brain were reaching a critical mass and the way to vent his "mental plasma" was to experience the emotions...truly experience them..which went against ever fiber of his Vulcan being..and training..and yet....that was really the problem..every fiber of him was NOT Vulcan. His mothers Betazoid DNA was trying to excert itself...was that why he had dreamed of her so often? Was he undergoing some physiological change and his mother was his minds unconscious messenger? It was..only logical to assume that was the case...and to further that line of reasoning..his Vulcan side was afraid of that and saw it as a threat to "it" and created nightmares to shroud the message. That made sense...finally something that made sense..not midget captains, or buzzing XOs...or Kitties with their guts hanging out....no, he had found some small thread of logic...and he fully intended on pulling it. His breathing slowed..his eyelids drifted shut..and everything about the Republic faded from his presence. Rok opened his eyes and saw....across a table from him...Tam'arra Ki....sipping tea. "Hello, son...Ive been waiting for you." said Tam'arra..in a soft unwaivering voice.

How about Angelina Jolie eating...anything...

Ki'rok was not amused... While the side-effects from the concoction Dr Maxwell had him taking were subsiding...he still felt the emotions...and walking through the corridors right now...boy..was he feeling them. Where was a general quarters order when you needed one? The halls were teeming with various crewmen..each heading to some destination within the confines of the Republic. And, as each passed, the stares and occasional giggles were starting to wear on Rok. It was extremely difficult to act dignified with purple jam sliding down the side of your head...as Rok was finding out. He entered the turbolift...with two Ensigns already inside. He allowed their stares to go unchecked for only so long..then turned abruptly...sending a small piece of jam flying off his pointed right ear. "May I help you...Ensign?" dared Rok..with an almost menacing look. The helpless crewman was caught...like someone watching an accident that was really horrible...yet unable to look away...and so..he continued to stare at the preserves currently residing in Roks ear and on his head and shoulders..."No sir....I was just noticing...you have jelly on you, you know?" The turbolift stopped and the other Ensign quickly vanished. This may have been both of their destinations..however Roks demeanor let the poor soul know he would not be getting off just yet. He spoke in a rather creepy voice that even Rok didnt know he had... "No..Ensign...I had NO idea I was covered in Grape Jam...but thank you so much for pointing that out for me..." His eyes drilling into the underling...but he wasnt finished, yet. Just because he could control his emotions..didnt necessarily mean he would choose to. He continued..."and BECAUSE you are soooo observant...Im going to reward you with a very special assignment...I see you are an AENG..coming off shift I presume? The crewman only nodded. Rok continued "I want you to go to holodeck 1 and create a program called..."Hollys Trap....How to outsmart some dumb AI"...make sure it is that name precisely...the safety of the ship depends on you..can you handle that?" The Ensign looks puzzled..." yes, sir.....but......what should the program consist of?" Rok...without hesitation...replied " use your imagination..oh..and include a subprogram called..why biscuits are better than toast...Now....Dismissed" The doors opened...and the clueless Ensign made off for Holodeck 1 and what Rok believed would be a fun session with Holly indeed. He thought he felt a moment of regret at setting up the poor guy...but as he thought about the look on the Ensigns face...a strange thing happened. When the TL doors slid shut...loud laughter could be heard coming from inside...though noone was there to hear it. After completing a much needed sonic shower, Rok stared at himself in his looking glass. He was not sure why he had done that to the Ensign..he was not sure why it had struck him as funny...but the fact remained...it did...and even more surprising to the Vulcan was the undeniable fact...he liked it.

I have never died...in an ADVANCED sim... I have been Dying to sim..at times...but never dying IN a sim... My Rihan counterpart almost died... "He SAW DEAD PEOPLE...." Oh..I did kill my NPC on the Republic due to Name Confusion...though in hind-sight..I could have simply changed his name....tsk, tsk....sorry Carter... :D

You only find "black and white" in old movies and photographs...You rarely, if ever, find solutions that are clear cut and without complication. Shades of Grey...all of our lives are shades of grey...and Hind-sight has the clearest vision of all... Was he right or wrong?? Doesnt matter...he got the job done...anyone can second guess decisions in a game or life..but when the clock runs out...all that matters is the score.

Rok frowned..Vulcan stoicism be damned. It was all too perfect. His first opportunity to be Head of Security and his CO was dying or dead: Another Member of the command staff now resembled a Lollipop Guild member; yet another of the command staff had her voice box altered and now spoke only in buzzes and clicks. AND as if that scenario wasnt replete enough with opportunities for disaster, there was a rogue AI loose onboard with a Toast Fetish and todays forcast called for a 90% chance of Ion storms... Thank Shaka Ri that the effects of the drugs from Doctor Maxwell had now subsided and he was able to rationally deal with the emotions he was experiencing. He had not forgotten that once this ordeal was over, he would more than likely face a court martial and possible expulsion from Star Fleet. For that reason it was imperitive that he perform his duties beyond expectations. When the hammer fell, all he would have to rely on to exonerate him were the circumstances surrounding his medical condition and his record. He could not let his situation or his crewmates health concerns distract him...now that theirs as well as the rest of the crews safety was his top priority. He typed to a PADD as he stood organizing his thoughts... *Security Recommendations* 1. Guard for Medical-Admiral Blurrox will, upon regaining consciousness, try to return to command regardless of Doctor Maxwells orders. 2. Linguist for Commander Kwai-Determine if anyone can translate for her 3. Escort for Capt. Kawalas-Assign an escort to assist her movements throughout the ship. 4. Prepare a Virtual Toaster Oven- Coodinate with Engineering on the feasibility of creating a Holo-program of the Republic and trapping "Holly" -the Toast Ghost in the Machine-inside...a Ship in a bottle experiment. 5. Ionization Protocol- Coordinate with Dr Maxwell on the potential effects Ionized particles would have on our crew...recommend General Quarters or move all non-essential crew to inner compartments. Rok read over the PADD quickly...it was a start... now..to get to work.

don't harm her...::rubbing buttered left temple:: .....yeah, right.....::grape jam slipping behind right ear::

:follows a rather large tachyon field..:: YOU ARE WRONG FOR THAT!!.....and you know it..... ;) I liked it...blue nazis...what more could you want....kinda sounds like one bad mixed drink... ;) ::walks up to holobar:: Gimme a blue nazi..... :D

Ki'rok sat in the rear of the Shanendoah...listening to the others banter. Thankfully, the treatments from the doctor were easier to control now..so he was able to retain more of his Vulcan persona. Ki'rok quirked a brow as a distortion wave passed through the shuttle. He had hoped they would be able to avoid any of the spacial fractures. However, as they had not left the ship yet...that would prove difficult. He believed that the Admiral would never have attempted to bring the ship in this close. But, it was not his decision. So, here he sat...waiting to leave the ship..if they were able to leave the bay without getting sucked in some fracture.and irrevicably altered somehow... Surely Mr Link understood the dangers..but he was not so sure about the others... So...Ki'rok sat..and waited..for fate to deal her hand....

well...Im about 3 promotions away from eligibility..but I could probably do a midday..I sort of make my own schedule...lucky me..... Afterhours Academy will return.....)...hey..but the next time..I'll be official...)

Ki'rok kneeled in the dimly lit quarters. He had followed orders and returned to his quarters in an attempt to get cleaned up. It was taking a bit longer, however, to clean up his mind. The drugs from the doctor had not posed a problewm during the the mission.. However, they had caused a problem afterwards..in that Ki'rok was actually having emotions and attempting to deal with them...and failing miserably. It was traumatic enough to experience every day emotions when one was not used to dealing with them...but witnessing that barbaric event...dreadful..indescribable. And to have the Captain taken away at the last moment...the pressure was unimaginable. He had somehow managed to maintain on the planets surface..but back aboard..after literally holding the Admirals intestines in his hands trying to put them back in her abdomen...it was sensory overload. The others in the holodeck were probably surprised by Ki'roks outburst and threats toward the Chancellor..and took them for acting the part. The only problem was..he was not acting...the Chancellor had denied her life and literally killed her..and had he assaulted the body again..replica or not...Ki'rok shuddered to think about what he might have done to him..destroying any chance at attaining the vaccine. But he had somehow overcome...an amazing feat...even if no one understood..or cared..he knew. Ki'rok swayed slightly to and fro...attempting to gain insight and strength from what he had witnessed. He just hoped it was worth it in the long run...he didnt want to see another crewman die..especially his CO. There had been enough bloodshed..thids whole situation was completely illogical..he at least had enough of his old self to know that much, for sure...

Vosh and I were talking the other day and he brought up a proposterous notion.... He claimed the Rihans never left Vulcan..that the Rihans drove the Vulcans off to Vulcan...he said the fact the Rihan was a much better planet proved his point...I was not amused... then he said just kidding....I swear I do not understand the fascination with jokes... :P

Ki'rok sat off to the side of Sickbay while several of the crew came and went after receiving there innoculation. He imagined the general quarters order had been rescinded but he had not heard it. He glanced over to where Carter had been resting earlier..the bed now vacant...symbolic, in a way. Ki'rok yawned. But he would have to put that out of his mind..especially with another dose of whatever-azine due from the good doctor. He hoped he would be better able to contain himself...given the utter lack of self control he had displayed with the earlier dosage...an unfortunate side effect..especially for a Vulcan. A Vulcan...why was he here..not in the Cosmic sense..but why here...aboard the Republic? It was obvious to anyone with half a cerebellum that the Admiral did not care for Vulcans..or their cold, calculated logic. Caitans had a tendancy for emotional outbursts as many races had painfully discovered...yet, she had chosen him. Perhaps, it was merely to fill some Starfleet quota. In any event, he was here...the only Vulcan..or mostly Vulcan member of the crew. He had a job to do..he wanted to please the Admiral...if that were possible..and he wanted most of all to simply belong...to fit in...something that was difficult for him to say the least. All these thoughts raced through Ki'roks brain...distracting him from the fact that his eyes had long since shut out the harsh light of sickbay. Crewmen moved to and fro..busily carrying out their duties...while away from the hustle and bustle...A Vulcan quietly snored...finding him for the first time in how many days.

I agree...its a day that changed all of future history... It is VERY important that we never forget..There was a famous quote that those who dont know or dont learn from their history are doomed to repeat it..and that is one day I certainly hope never is repeated. God bless the families of the lost...and God bless the USA and all our freedom loving neighbors.

I almost forgot..Welcome to STSF...the drive thru is open late for your convenience. :D