Saek tr'Vosh

Isnt it strange how we keep discussing body parts and functions... :D I wonder if anyone ever wrote "Burp with Purpose..." :) ::thinks that just might call down the thunderbolts::

Its like my business mentor, Kevin Ellis, always said... "Location, Location, Location..." :D

It took au this long to figure that out... :D So much for faster than lightning... :)

Well..I have an interesting take on nose hair...I do na have a sense of smell in RL..so ..nose hair is already useless to me...and thankfully it has stayed where it belongs... Be proud of your body Van Roy...if you have long nose hair...braid it...heck..get some nose Dred locks...show some creativity man...you're a Vulcan...well...sort of... :) And if au really want to complain about totally useless hair ..what about the ones responsible for the Kling-ons occasionally circling Uranus... :) ::looks to Fred:: Yep...I took it EVEN LOWER :D

well..as a former professional role player and movie extra , I think LARP is no different. I got paid to act like various criminals to train the FED Officers. It wasnt silly..or odd..it was beneficial for the cadets. The same holds true for STSF. IF we want better simmers, why not roleplay? Roleplay = play a role...online or in person...real time is real time. I hope to get to go...Odd, weird, geeky, or whatever else it may seem to be :D

Vosh finished loading the packs with the new Erein, and set off for his quarters for a moment of rest. As he walked, his thoughts returned to the events of the morning. Ma'Lyn, battered and broken..but alive. Vosh knew why the Khre'riov had allowed him to live...but he wondered if that decision might come back to haunt her someday. Life would surely get more interesting once he recovered. He would come at D'Heno with a vengance. But, that was na necessarily a bad thing. Their image had suffered tremendously from these events. He had overheard some of the engineers actually laughing about D'Heno..."stupid ryak'na (waste of skin)...may the filth of Kll'inghannsu cover them aoi (forever)." That insult would na be forgotten. t'aejhae was equally worse for wear...and t'Vixen...was yy'a. "Bedah, t'Vixen...perhaps I will see au in Vorta Vor..." Vosh still hated t'Vixen for making his life hell..but he had heard that things had na gone well for her...pity..maybe now she could finally rest. He had na decided what to do about t'Ditsy. Perhaps she did na realize what she did. In any event, he was na the target. But there was the matter of that scar on his calf now from that encounter. Honor demanded satisfaction. And what of this new Erein...what was that innocent act all about? Could anyio be THAT naive? He would have to watch her to see if that act held true or if she was trying to gauge her superiors. He walked in his room and fell across the bed...he was mentally worn from the day...and something told him..rest would na be available for long.

:) ::snarkles:: :D Ever notice that Fred rhymes with Head... :D Amusing, is it na? Anyway...Jolan tru (Hello)...hope au like our little family... and....don't feed the kitty's :)

Oh shut up, with aus quasi-emotionless Vulcan snivling... Ie...I am feelin the love...but I am na sure I like being called a Goon...BAHH, I AM a Goon :) The Talon is far superior in EVERY sense of the word...na doughnuts, na bus stops...just adventure and glory for the Empire.

yeah...he did the same in the first one if I remember right ::too lazy to get the DVD and check:: with the kid getting crushed by the balloon... this is one movie that benefits from its creator at the helm...other franchises..that will remain nameless ::cough, Star Wars, cough:: need some fresh ideas, I think... some one..stop him before he ruins the third one, too

b>I AM 80% EVIL GENIUS!</b></div><a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=111"><img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/111/4.gif" alt="80% EVIL GENIUS" I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will. I cant get the stupid thing to work...Curses...FOILED AGAIN!!

Vosh stared straight ahead as t’Aehjae and r’Tor each received their respective lashes. It did not surprise him that the Khre'riov had chosen his new dheno officer to administer the initial beatings. It was an excellent test of fortitude and strength for the new errein. Besides, he knew she would save the most personal punishments for herself. And Ma'Lyn feeding her to squids was as about as personl as io could get. Still, 40 lashes was a LOT of lashes. Add to that Vixens punishment and he wondered if she would be able to handle all of it. He could very well end up being recruited to fill in. It would na bring him pleasure. Although he knew Ma'Lyn would na believe him, he had na desire to whip him. Now, he would like to repay him for the shot in the br'tehh...but na like...this. The crack of the whip transported him back mentally to another time...another place...but that time...he was na a spectator. The crimson guard were the elite of the academy. Average need na apply. Vosh had heard many success stories regarding former members...Khre'riov's... Politicians...Diplomats. The plan was to use their membership to bolster his credentials. The plan went horribly wrong. Vosh had completed the rush portion of their membership drive. His parents status had secured him a slot on the potential list. However, the ultimate decision would lie in the hands of the guard members themsleves. Things were going well...until the hazing...that NEVER happened...got out of control. Of the 6 potential members, only 2 would be accepted. Vosh had met all 15 of the members. The two graduating members were like night and day. One was arguably, the largest Rihan Vosh had ever seen...while the other was slightly smaller than Vosh. However, the latter more than made up for his size with his attitude. Vosh wondered how the rude Rihan had ever made into the CG to begin with. Could have been his parents bought his way in...in any event...he was there...and in Vosh's way. The final test was a simple test of courage...hold a blade of grass in aus teeth while a Guard Member used a whip to cut it in half...without flinching. The first two failed when the whip cracked a few centimeters from their face and they recoiled almost involuntarily. As Vosh stepped up for his turn, he heard murmuring from the line. He stood motionless as the smaller Rihan took the whip...and muttered something. Suddenly, Vosh felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He saw green blood flowing freely from his head. He reached up to find the remnants of his right ear. The other members all crowded in to see what had happened. Then, the larger of the graduating Rihans pushed through the crowd, reached down and handed Vosh...his ear. The look he gave him was io of concern and possible aggravation at his counterpart. When Vosh saw the smaller Rihan laughing about the incident...he lost control. Before the Rihan could respond, Vosh had stormed over to him and in io deft move, struck him in the throat..crushing his larnyx. The Rihan stumbled back..making some gurgling noises and reaching for someio to help him. He fell to his knees..clutching his throat..and began to turn a pale blue. Just before he passed out, Vosh took a small kaleh and cut a small hole just below the injury...and placed a drinking straw in the opening. It was something he had seen his father do in a restaurant a few years earlier. Of course, his father was trained. When the color returned to the Rihans face, Vosh knew he had succeeded. But what was to become of him. Vosh got up without a word and headed back to the main hall for medical attention himself. He did na know what would happen..but he knew he had to get his ear reattached soon if he wanted to save it. The ear was reattached successfully. When Vosh returned to the CG dorm, he found several members in the main hall. They told him that nothing would be spoken of what had happened and that the rude Rihan had sought treatment and would be fine. However, given the circumstances, his application was going to be denied. Vosh nodded and left the dorm without a word. It was na the first time his temper had got him in trouble...He suspected it would na be the last. Vosh stood tugging on his right ear lobe as the memory faded as fast as it had come. t'Vixen was being taken to the post. He had thought he would na mind seeing her get hers...but given her current condition, it was na enjoyable either...pity.

Well if Tov...........errr.....nameless COs wouldnt kill the cadets...we could have more continued storylines..... But... Its like this.... Academies are TNG episodes..quick and painless.. Advanced are more like Enterprises story arc...long and involved... -AA- is like Arkham..only not as SANE ;)

Seriously...au might as well just give me the badge now and get it over with... :lol: Au guys are making it WAY TO EASY ^_^

By the time Lahir and Vosh reached maenek, he had brought Agrie up to speed on the events of the past two days...including the yy'a attempt on himself..and then on t'Vixens assault. Vosh paused outside of Maenek "I believe I may have got off on the wrong foot with au, concerning t'Vixen." Vosh looked around to make sure no io was coming "I did na intend to yy'a her, au know...I was merely trying to protect myself...some of us were not so fortunate as to have a decent Daise such as auself." Lahir grinned "Yes, Ksa is a capable Daise. My only problem is that I do na know if I can trust au. If au were so willing to..." he paused and looked around "...yy'a t'Vixen to get aur way. Although it seems as if yy'a her was na necessary....for the time. It did appear traitorous to me." he said. Vosh smiled slightly "Au have me confused with another d'heno...I am na traitor...Of course, I AM Daise...for the moment...so I guess the rest of Dheno could say the same of me now." With that, the doors to Maenek opened...and Vosh ran straight into...Nurse t'Ratchet. The look she gave him would have withered most forms of foliage and the smack across his face was worse than Ma' Lyn's. "Au should be lucky that I do na have my kaleh, cause au would be yy'a right now. How dare au touch me in such in inappropriate MANNER! Au should be lucky that Ksa did not make your punishment worse! Vile loathsome fvai." she then spit on his shoes. When she was finished Vosh nodded "Au are absolutely correct...I had na right to touch you in such a manner. I...apologize. Now, if au would excuse me" with that, Vosh went to the rear of maenek...grabbed the toothbrush from where he had left it..and began the arduous task of cleaning the lab. Lahir chuckled "Au should consider yourself fortunate. Nurse t'Ratchet wanted au gutted and hung from the ceiling of the medical bay for what au did to her. So I wouldn't recommend that au insult any of the Maenaks again." Vosh on his knee's grinned "Noted." and after an hour or so of him scrubbing the the lab he was finally done. Lahir stood over him to supervise on behalf of Ksa, all they did was chit chat during the whole time, and learned a bit about one another. Lahir found the time with Vosh enlightening, but he knew if he was to join Vosh in an alliance of any sorts that he would be playing a dangerous game, so he would put up the facade of being his friend, for now... For his part, Vosh knew it would take time for Lahir to trust him..but he was willing to wait.

Vosh lay still in the dark cell. He feigned sleep..even going so far as adjust his breathing. He was na sure if N'dak would ever shut up. So when he said he needed to rest, Vosh seized the opportunity. Na that he had disagreed with much of what N'dak had said. It was surprising to hear the "vile little Rihan" actually show...gasp...concern for another. But could he believe him? He was pondering this very thought when he heard someio in the next cell speak to N'dak. At first, he could na tell who it was...thought it sounded female. Then he heard something about a kaleh and trying to yy'a her...ahh, t'Aehjae. Vosh had done his homework...and regardless of what anyio thought on this ship, he was already becoming quite skilled in espionage. Though it was hard to listen with aus eyes closed...strange. The two squawked back and forth about honor and treachory. Vosh was surprised at first to hear N'dak do a total reversal on his "How to be Rihan" speech and apologize to t'Aehjae. This was na the Rihan he had heard everyio talk of. Then it hit Vosh...clever Ma' Lyn...make peace while in the Br'teth...then once au have freed aus self from this little box...yy'a anyio in aus way. Perhaps I can learn from this io, thought Vosh...as he listened in disbelief as the Rihan N'Dak had na five days earlier...stabbed with a kaleh...pledged her ALLEGIENCE to him... Vosh almost laughed out loud. Priceless, thought Vosh...stifling his amusement. Things on board the Talon were about to get interesting...and he planned on having a very good seat to catch the show. Regardless of who was Daise in the morning, Vosh would watch his back.

Vosh mustered all the charm he could...but it was na even close to enough to get her attention. The Daise did na know him and could na have cared less what he had to say. When he finally managed to get her attention, he wished he had na. She was as billigerant as she was loud. She made it clear to him she was na going to help him with this investigation...na need in wasting anymore time. Vosh made his way back to Maenek. By now, his leg was throbbing from the pain...and his field dressing was starting to come undone. As he limped back into Maenek, the scene had na changed...it was still a mess. He looked around to see if any maenek personnel were available. With the Khre riov undergoing her..."procedure"...the focus was all on her. After a few minutes, Vosh had had enough. He badgered nurse tRatchet into taking a look at his leg, finally. The nurse, already agitated from the traffic in maenek, decided to take out her frustrations on the young erein. The pain was nothing compared to what he had already endured. However, coupled with everything that had happened to him over the past few hours , it was the tachyon the breached the hull. Without thinking, his hand shot up and grabbed the nurse by the throat, lifting her slightly off the floor. "Au should learn to be more careful!!"" Vosh hissed. tRatchet flailed about as the Daise Maenek and the Khre riov both focused their attention on Vosh. After a good tongue lashing from the Khre riov,she left the yong erein to endure the wrath of t'Ksa...the Daise Maenek. Having maeneks as parents, Vosh knew it would not be wise to provoke this Daise. Besides, he knew he had done wrong. Now, he waited to find out what twisted punishment he would face...

Vosh dropped Vixen on the nearest empty bed in maenek. He had hoped to get his leg seen to. He had made a decent bandage from the bottom of his pants leg but it still hurt like crazy...and carrying...that...had not helped the injury. He was growing tired of this uneasiness in his stomach. Then he saw the Khre'riov...and the feeling intensified. He tried to tell t'Rex of the incident in the HIC. But immediately after opening his mouth, he wished he had waited. The Khre'riov was undergoing some procedure to reattach her hand...and was understandably not in the best of moods..not that he had EVER seen her in a good io. "Au accuse a member of my crew of attemted yy'a...and au have na proof? Do na waste my time. Follow through with aus investigation and do na speak to me of it again until au have all aus facts straight." With her remaining hand she waved him off...an insulting dismissive gesture to be sure. He felt like an idiot. If he was to be Daise, he would have to try harder. Vosh had hoped that Lahir would be able to see to his leg..but he seemed to be avoiding him. Perhaps the discussion regarding t'Vixen had disturbed him and in true Rihannsu form, he was trying to distance himself from the matter completely. Pity...Vosh would have to try to speak with him again, later...after everything had calmed down. He glanced over to Vixen. He had wanted to yy'a her with kindness. Apparently, someio else had a similiar plan..with different tactics in mind. It was a shame he had been caught up in the middle of it. Had he na been there...she might already be yy'a. The khre'riov reminded Vosh of the security protocols regarding returning crewman. He knew them, of course, but given the strange events of the last hour he needed all the help he could get. He set off for Main Engineering. He had heard she was as much of a pain as Vixen. He hoped that report would na be accurate. As he entered ME, he could hear her barking at her staff...so much for cooperation. Vosh took a deep breathe and readied himself for the task at hand...Daise tTemarr.

Ok..I leave for ONE night..and suddenly folks are trying to make me...official?? :lol: Seriously, though...since this discussion is about my "baby" I guess I should pipe in. First of all, I must say that I REALLY appreciate Randys help and approval on getting the Academy Afterhours set up and running relatively smoothly. It has not, is not, nor ever will be some maquis movement to splinter off from STSF. I do believe, that when you create a site such as this, a certain degree of evolution can occur...just like in our sim characters lives...change begets change. Some is good...some not so much... But I applaud him for his willingnes to embrace it for what it was...a genuine effort on the part of myself and the nametag wearing Vulcan to not only offer an additional (possibly more convenient) time to sim...but to help improve the overall quality of STSF by helping new people develop simming skills. We have had some really good sims with some talented writers..and we have had a couple stinkers ;) The point being, we have learned A LOT! Perhaps, since I am a bit older than our regular cadets, I take a little more pride in what I do (this from the man who let Patrick and Spongebob take over Qo'nos with the sword of Kahless) but I really enjoy teaching these guys how to sim. I am beginning to understand what Blu meant now...especially when I get complaints about sims dragging or being boring...they dont understand that the advanced sims will require a degree of patience on their part. Now as to the matter of the MG's applying to be GM's...while I cannot speak for Tov', I do not meet ONE small requirement...tenure. If they want to make an exception for someone as exceptional as myself, well ^_^ I have not asked for official status, though...so the comment comes as a bit of a shock. :lol: I have MG'd roughly 25 sims...I have mastered the macro rifle with the greatest of ease :lol: My english skills while southern to be sure, are adequate...my people skills, likewise, are fairly good..(Im a Picard rather than a Kirk...if you have to ask, you shouldnt be on this site... :lol: ) IF and WHEN Randy and the rest of the council decides the -AA- would Officially be a benefit to STSF, I will gladly apply...in triplicate...but until such time...I think we are fine where we are... As to the belief that starting a sim be taking the easy way around..that may be true with that individual...but as for Myself ..and Tov...we paid our dues ;) ::thinking back to Blu stabbing the boy 6 times in one academy:: some more than others... ANYWAY...Academy Afterhours is STSF's first, only, best, unofficial sim... B) Grassroots movement...maybe..but Im just following in Randys big 'ol footprints ;) Im glad you guys like what we are doing...and as I said before...I am open to any GM advice available...seriously... ::Tosses a couple bucks in the jar and waits to see what comes up next...::

What can I tell ya, FRED...could I BE any plainer... =/\= Welcome to Academy Afterhours...a non-sanctioned Academy sim. The purpose of this sim is to HAVE FUN, while practicing and polishing general simming techniques. Please send MG_Tovan (one) PM now for a post. =/\= =/\= This is a non-sactioned sim. That means while this is good practice, it will NOT count towards graduation from the STSF Academy so don't bother asking. This is for practicing and polishing simming skills. =/\= Of course..I will take the confusion as a compliment to the calibre of AAs high simming standards... ^_^

au must be kidding... kind and loving...this Rihannsu...BAAAAHHH!! ^_^

yeah...thanks Von Roy ^_^ :lol: :lol: Now...I have purposefully waited to post to this thread...for a couple reasons. As I think back to '81, I remember the assasination attempt. I couldnt believe someone would try to kill our president. Later, after his recovery, I remember seeing him as kind of...indestructible. The Challenger incident saddening us all..and there he was...grieving with the rest of us..but comforting us as well..like a father. Reagan, always modest, said he was not a great communicator, just that he had communicated great things. This is one of the few things I disagreed with him on...he was a great communicator. Which is what made his illness so ironic..and so cruel. I have lost a loved one to that illness. Though she still draws breathe, she has no idea who I am...or that she raised me. Its a vicious little disease that robs you of your loved ones before they die. I respect Nancy for her commitment to her lifes love...and I hope that she , too, may join him soon... Im sure he now has many great things to communicate to her... God Speed, Mr. President...

::sniff, sniff:: He was a truly remarkable man... ^_^ ::starts singing "7 Spanish Angels::

LOL ^_^ Darrick, unless you want to get some strange looks from new cadets..you prolly should say Academy Afterhours and put AA in (_)... LOVE the enthusiasm, though......

Somebodys gonna get a GOLD STAR during the next Academy Afterhours ((AA)).......... ^_^

Multiple Personalities then, forgive me..I am na a maenek... Oh...and Ma' Lyn...I always watch my back :D Like any good Rihan should...