WxMurray

Hello. I am the STSF Resident Egomaniac, and I would like to welcome you to the Star Trek Simulation Forum at stsf.net (as opposed to stsf.com; try simming there :P !) Just remember that the secret to simming is to have fun and the secret word is "bugaboo". :unsure: May you die well. ;) :P

Hello. I am the STSF Resident Egomaniac, and I would like to welcome you to the Star Trek Simulation Forum at stsf.net (as opposed to stsf.com; try simming there :P !) Just remember that the secret to simming is to have fun and the secret word is "tetrachord". :unsure: May you die well. ;) :P

Schawnsee followed Murray up the steep hill looking at all the vegetation along the path. In her head she named off each to herself. “This is a nice place, Murray. Do you use this program often?" Murray stopped to take a sip of his water. "Not as often as I would like. I was hoping to actually hike the real thing when I was home, but I never got around to it. Hence hiking it now." Schawnsee stopped and looked around. "I can see why you would want to. The sights are wonderful. In the programming do you have animal life also? Or is it just all vegetation and the sights?” Murray reholstered his water and continued to climb the rocky slope. "Complete replica. It is not unheard of to see a rattlesnake up at the top, even." Schawnsee continued to follow him, keeping in stride even on the steep hill. "A rattle snake? This far up? That reminds me of a story that was told to me long ago. Matter of fact, it would play right along with this hike." Murray grabbed onto trees and rocks to get up the steep slope. "Yeah?" he grunted. He lost his footing, slid a few feet backwards, then leaned forward to catch his balance. "Do tell," he said after coming to a stop. Like nothing had happened, he continued up the steep slope. He could see ahead in the near distance that they were almost at his favorite part. Schawnsee held her hands above her as if to try to help Murray from falling if the need arose. "Take it easy, sir. No need in ending up in medical." She continued to climb right up after him. "I’ll tell you when we get to a stopping or resting point sir." "Up at the top, then. And don't worry about me. I've been doing this for years and have yet to fall. Just a word of advice, though. I don't recommend going back down this way. Especially if it’s raining." He stood as he approached a wall of rock with foot and handholds naturally carved into the rocks. "This is the fun part, going almost vertical. Go slowly. I don't want you to end up in medical." "Or me for that matter," he added as an afterthought. Schawnsee giggled a bit. Little did he know she had done a lot of rock climbing when she was a youngster. "I’ll be alright, sir. I agree this is the fun part. I love rock face climbing. It gives one a sense of adventure as well as helping with ones upper body strength." Murray smiled as he started the brief-but-steep ascent. "And it's just plain fun." Schawnsee stood at the bottom and allowed Murray to reach the top before ascending herself. She didn’t want to start climbing and find herself coming up to quickly on Murray and not have a place to go. It’s not good to waste one’s strength just holding in one spot. "OK, sir, I’ll wait for you to reach the top, then I will climb up and join you." "Splendid idea,” He said. He continued on up like it was as level as the deck plating on a starship; he quickly made it to the top. Turning around he saw the view that he loved so much. Gesturing toward it, he called down to Schawnsee. "You have got to see this view. Spectacular." Schawnsee smiled and began her asent to the top, placing hand over hand and placing her feet in just the right spots. Since she was off duty she had her moccasins on, which allowed her to grip the rock not only with her fingers but her toes as well. She continued to climb until she reached Murray and stood beside him. "You’re right, sir, this is spetactular." She then spotted an eagle flying against the furthest peaks. "And that makes it even more so,” she said pointing to the eagle. Murray raised an eyebrow at the eagle. Hmm, he thought, I've got to fix something in the program. Nice touch, though. He walked on over to the outcropping at the top of the cliff and looked over the western view. "Beautiful." "Very beautiful indeed. Sir, if you would like to sit and rest a moment I will tell you the story that has been passed down to me about a Navaho boy and a snake." "Sure." He sat down on a rock and made himself comfortable (or as comfortable as one can get on a sloped rock). “As a young boy, often times, Indians are sent away in search of a vision. This was the case of this one particular young Indian boy. He started to go up to the top of the mountain in search of his vision. As he climbed up the mountain, the air got cooler and cooler. He came upon a snake lying in the path. The snake was shivering and said to the young Indian boy, ‘Please help me ... I can't move. I am so cold that I can no longer make it any further down the mountain.’ “The young Indian boy said to the snake, ‘No way! You're a snake, and if I pick you up, you'll bite me!’ “The snake replied, ‘No, no I won't. I promise I won't bite you if you'll only pick me up and help get me down the mountain.’ “So the young Indian boy picked up the snake, put him in his shirt, and continued climbing to the top of the mountain in search of his vision. When he got back down to the bottom of the mountain, he reached in his pocket, took out the snake, and the snake bit the young Indian boy. “The boy replied to the snake, ‘Hey! You bit me; you said that if I'd help you out, that you wouldn't bite me!’ “The snake replied to the young Indian boy, ‘But you knew what I was when you picked me up!’ “Moral of the story: If it’s a snake it will always be a snake. Never trust it. It will bite you sooner or later. "And there you have it. Never trust the snake no matter how much he says he will not bite you. It was a story that was handed down to me from a dear friend. I hope you enjoyed it, sir." Murray stood and stretched. He rubbed his back where the rock had protruded into him. "I did. Very interesting." He looked across the landscape again and vowed to hike the real thing the next chance he got. "If you're done with the view we can head on out.” "Aye, sir, Ready when you are." Schawnsee stood and did a few stretches to get ready for the remainder of the hike. Murray nodded and headed for the next trail. As he approached the starting point he turned to get one last look at the view. As hard as it was for him to tear himself away he did. As he started down the path a tear came to his eye. Schawnsee stood back watching the lieutenant. As he turned she saw the sun glisten on his cheek. She wondered what the trouble was. "Sir? Do you have something wrong with your eye? It appears to be tearing a bit. Maybe a speck of dust carried on the winds?" Murray rubbed his eye and wiped the tear from his cheek. "Yeah," he lied. "Or a bug or something." Schawnsee watched him wipe the tear away. She didn't know him well enough to know if he was telling her the truth or not, so she took him at his word. "If that’s the case sir be careful rubbing or wiping it. It could cause a nasty scratch and an infection. You do not want that to happen; it can be very painful." He smiled and continued down the trail. "I'll be fine." He certainly hoped it was true. The last thing he wanted was to break down crying right there in the holodeck, especially if he didn't know the reason behind it. The trail came to an intersection. Instinctively, Murray stopped for a water break. He looked up at the hot summer sun. "Must be pushing 35°, heat index near 40." "I guess I should have brought water also, then. Sir, how long is this trail? I haven’t been hiking in some time and do not want to over do it." Murray handed over his water bottle. "Don't sweat it." He snickered at his pun and continued. "It's about another three-ish miles downhill. Pretty easy stuff." Schawnsee accepted the water bottle and took a drink. Not too fast, but slow and steady. "Thank you sir. I think I can handle three more miles. At least if it is at a leisurely walk and not a brisk run." She handed the water bottle back and wiped her mouth on her shoulder sleeve. "Ready when you are, sir." Murray took his water bottle and holstered it. Making a right turn he started down the intersecting trail. "Heh. I may be crazy, but I'm not insane. Just, uh, don't trail behind." He snickered again at his pun. She laughed out loud hearing his intended pun. "Don’t have to worry about that sir. I might be a woman, but I am in fine shape and shall have no trouble in keeping up." She filed right in behind him as he began walking down the path. They continued down the trail in silence. After a mile and a half they made another stop, this time at a marker in the trail. Murray took another sip of his water and offered it to Schawnsee. "Have you ever gone canoeing?" She once again took the water bottle. She answered him before taking a drink. "Aye, sir, although it has been a few years. But it’s like riding a bicycle, once you learn how to maneuver you do not forget." She then took a swig of his water and handed it back to him, and wiped her brow with the sleeve of her shirt. It was getting pretty warm, even for her. Murray took his bottle and took another sip, finishing off the water. "Hmm...I was going to go canoeing afterwards, but," he paused, looking up at the sun, "it seems to be a little hot today, and we’re out of water. Another time perhaps. What do you say we call it a day?" Schawnsee also looked up. She was getting a bit tired but wasn’t willing to admit it. “’Whatever you say, sir. We can continue this another time." The holodeck sun was acting as the real thing. It was almost draining her of her energy. Murray nodded. "Another time. Especially now that I've got someone onboard who will go out on the water with me. I can row a boat, canoe?" Another pun, another snicker. He called for the exit, and as they left the holodeck he decided he was glad he had run into her. It's always good to learn about one's subordinates. And besides, it was fun. He was happy to share his favorite experiences. "I have been both canoeing and whitewater rafting. I enjoy both." She smiled, having enjoyed spending the day with her boss. Some bosses are all business, Murray was different. He didn’t speak down to her as if she had no brains. And the hike and rock climbing had been very enjoyable. She was glad he had asked her to join him. "Good. Now let's get out of here before I pun-ctuate the conversation again." "Thank you, sir, for allowing me to join you. I was wondering what I was going to do while on shoreleave. This was most enjoyable." "Any time." She giggled at him once more, and she gave him a salute and headed off back towards her quarters to freshen up after the nice workout.

Ah, yes, my favorite forecasting tool. :P

Happy birthday, Star Trek. Here's to forty more and then some. :D :P

There is no actual release of poison. Apparently the outer skin on the barb is poisonous. So having a barb thrust into his heart would have immediately put the poison into his body. Well, that certainly didn't help. This is very true (and I believe that there is an episode of TNG where Doctor Crusher mentions something to this effect - "The Inner Light", maybe). True. I think that the biggest problem, though, was the fact that it was right in his heart. If someone gets bitten near the ankle by a venomous snake, lets say a rattle snake, you would try to keep the venom from getting to the heart. In this case, the sting ray eliminated the middle man and just put it in the man's heart. Sad to say, he didn't have a chance.

FROM: Starfleet Marine Corps TO: Lieutenant Gerhard S. Murray, USS Agincourt NCC-81762 CC: Captain Simeon Davies, Commanding Officer USS Agincourt NCC-81762 RE: Reassignment Mr. Murray, In light of recent events, it has come to our attention that there may be security breeches within the Federation that are more severe than has been anticipated. The destruction of eight starships, several outposts, and the loss of control of six other starships had lead us to come to the conclusion that there may be Federation citizens involved with the terrorists who have committed these acts. To that end, you have been recommend to investigate these allegations and to try and expose members of the organization. You have been assigned to the Marine vessel USS Luther NCC-74941 under the command of Colonel Marissa Ipswich as chief engineer. You have been granted an equivalent battlefield Marine commission with the rank of captain. Your mission is to find out anything you can about this underground network and retrieve evidence implicating any or all of the members. You will have the authority to carry out this investigation as you see fit, with the only restriction that you must be discrete so as to not compromise other ongoing investigations. The USS Luther will rendezvous with the USS Agincourt shortly at communications relay 143 for your transfer. This message and this mission are top secret and are not to be discussed with anyone with the exception of Colonel Ipswich or myself. After reading this message please destroy it and all copies and records. On the official records, you will be listed as chief engineer of the USS Luther; no official records of your investigation will exist. Good luck. Lieutenant General James Grigg Starfleet Marine Corps Operations

Personal Log Stardate 0605.02 I am happy to report that our attempt to retrieve the away team was successful. Luckily, we never had to go to the captain and try to convince him to stay based on our rather flimsy evidence; instead, the entire thing ended up taking care of itself. I guess the away team was able to figure something out to give us what we needed. I think even Deb was happy to see her lost corpsman. And it’s nice to know that I didn’t lose a new security officer. In other news, I’m packing up to head home for a while. Great-grandma Walters’ condition isn’t improving, and I want to be there with her. The captain has approved my request for leave, and I’ll be transferred over to the USS Scovil for transport to the nearest starbase. From there I can get on a transport ship back to Earth. Great-grandma Walters always had an odd fascination with me. I would almost go as far to say that she cared about me more than she cared about her own children. Nobody seems to know why, but everyone just chalks it up to “that’s how grandparents are”. It’d be nice to see if I can learn the real reason, though. I hope I get back in time.

A bit late, but happy birthday, Captain. :) :)

Hello. I am the STSF Resident Egomaniac, and I would like to welcome you to the Star Trek Simulation Forum at stsf.net (as opposed to stsf.com; try simming there :) !) Just remember that the secret to simming is to have fun and the secret word is "albedo". :P May you die well. :)

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Happy birthday, Captain. :) For your present the crew of the Reaent has all chipped in and gotten you three free sessions with a shrink. ::runs:: :)

“What do you think?” “Looks good. I’m impressed.” Murray wandered around main engineering, taking in the repair job that Commander Cazorla and his engineers had done. It had taken 10 days for repair, only a few more than estimated. And what a repair job it was. Not only had they done the repairs, but they also did some systems upgrades. He entered Prell’s office and looked around. “Wow. This is really good. The Chief will be happy to have an office again. It looks so knew he’ll think that the ship had just arrived from the shipyard.” Cazorla smiled. “Well, the whole office needed to be redone. The damage was quite extensive, so we figured we’d take the extra time and start from scratch. Not that we had much of a choice, but it was better than retrofitting an office from one of the decommissioned ships.” Cazorla exited the office and stood before the pool table. “The master engineering systems station has been removed and replaced with the newest model. Physically it has attached seating that can swivel underneath the table so that they’re out of the way when not in use. Designed specifically for this class vessel, this model has enhanced remote abilities that allows for better monitoring of the situations and activity on the bridges and the other two engineerings. The stations have also been replaced in the other two engineering rooms.” Murray took the padd that Cazorla was offering to him. “This padd contains all of the details of the repairs and upgrades.” “Thank you, Commander. Tell your people they did an outstanding job.” “Of course, Lieutenant. Good luck. And no offense, but I hope never to see you again.” Murray laughed, then smiled in such a way that Cazorla was unsure if was joking or if he knew something that Cazorla didn’t. He left confused and a little frightened.

“Of all the ships, mine is worse off than yours.” Murray smiled at his old friend and former superior. “Well, I think my training certainly helped things.” Ipswich gave him a friendly glare, but the tone of her voice was not a joking one. “Saf, think back. The Luther is a Marine vessel. No offense to Starfleet Security, but we’ve got the advanced training, and my crew is certainly one of the best in the Corps. They nearly took the bridge. We were afraid that the last stand would be in my ready room’s bathroom. We even set up a remote detonator in my bathroom in case we ended up in there and needed to blow up the ship. It’s almost like they knew the ship just as well as we did.” Murray exchanged glances with Dickinson, Brady, and Williams. Their earlier conversation was coming back to them. Ipswich looked quizzically at the four. They had clearly piqued her interest. “What? What is it? You know something.” Williams looked at Murray for a signal, and upon receiving a nod he began to speak. “We got to talking about how the Agincourt has had such a destructive history with its missions. Just about every mission we’ve been on we’ve had to deal with these Romulan terrorists in one way or another.” Brady nodded and joined in. “So we chalked it up to people being afraid of change, but it got us thinking about similar incidents in the past. The Khitomer Accords, Bajor’s application for Federation membership…. And it occurred to us that in those cases members of the different factions all put aside their differences to try and recreate the rift that was disappearing.” Murray took the finish. “And it’s members of each group. If you look at the Khitomer Accords you’ll find that Klingons, Romulans, and Federation citizens were involved. So far we’ve only been attacked by Klingons and Romulans. But I am willing to bet that somewhere out there…” Ipswich sighed and finished his sentence. “…there are Federation citizens aiding these terrorists.” Murray nodded. “That’s what we believe, yes.” Ipswich pondered this for a moment. “So what can be done about it?” Murray sipped his drink and replied, “We need to track them down and remove them or somehow keep them from doing any more damage. How we go about that I don’t know.” Ipswich gave this a thought, then said slowly, “Well…I’ve got a meeting with General Grigg in two days. He’s a friend of my parents, and I believe he owes me a favor anyway. I’ll see what I can do.” Williams sighed. “I sure hope you can do something, because if this keeps up things could go downhill very quickly.”

Murray, Dickinson, Williams, and Brady were sitting in engineering awaiting the team from Starfleet Corps of Engineers to arrive to begin the repairs. They had arrived at Starbase 11 only a few hours before. Most of the crew was on the Starbase enjoying the various recreations available there. Murray had pressured and persuaded Prell to take some time to relax. The man needed it. Badly. And if he didn’t get any recreation, then he was going to need a shrink. Goodness, Murray thought to himself. How many times have I heard Wim tell the story about that doctor on the Reaent telling the captain he needed a shrink? And now here I am ready to tell my superior the same thing. Coincidence? Possibly. But with us Murrays you never know. Murray looked around at his subordinates and friends. Dickinson technically didn’t need to be around. She and the other hostages had been relieved of duty until the Agincourt was once again ship-shape. However, she decided that if she couldn’t have fun on the station because her friends were back on the ship then she was going to be with her friends on the ship and not have fun there. Williams and Brady had been rather quiet for the last several hours. Speculating that there were Federation citizens aiding the efforts of the Romulan and Klingon terrorists had seemingly taken the wind out of their sails. They hardly cracked a smile when Dickinson appeared announcing her release from sickbay. “Well, you people are so talkative today. I’m glad I decided to hang out with you exciting people.” Murray glanced up at Dickinson and smiled a little. “Eh. They’re deep in thought.” “I don’t suppose it’s anything that’s fun.” Murray smiled a little more and shook his head. “No.” The two lapsed into silence again. It didn’t last long, though, as it was broken by the sound of the engineering doors opening. “Commander Rick Cazorla, USS…oh, God, you people again.” Murray turned and smiled at their old “friend”. “That’s right. Did you miss us?” Cazorla groaned. “You know, if this place is as bad as that com array you left us to fix…” Murray stood and handed him the damage report. “Not quite, but be warned: it is pretty extensive.” Cazorla grunted and looked at the place where the wall to Prell’s office once stood. “Yeah, I can see that. I swear, ‘Agincourt’ is synonymous with ‘destruction’.” Williams nodded and smiled slightly. “Yeah, we do seem to have a knack for finding the angriest space-travelers.” Cazorla moved about engineering taking in the damage and assessing the manpower and parts he would need. “Just a word of advice. You might want to try and keep to yourselves as much as possible. There are reports of protests against exploration not unlike those seen in the 2150s after the launch of the NX-01.” Brady rolled her eyes. “Great. That’s all we need. More people to fuel the anti-Treaty movement.” Cazorla approached Murray and began to talk business. “Alright, Lieutenant, it does indeed look pretty extensive.” “I warned you.” Cazorla raised an eyebrow at the interruption and continued on as if it hadn’t happened. “It’ll take us at least eight days to refit, probably more. We’ve also the Luther docked after their incident so my team is going to be spread out between the two. I’ll call com you when we’re about finished.” Murray nodded, slightly distracted. The Luther. He hadn’t even thought about it, but that was his former ship, the Marine vessel. He had almost forgotten that his friend Colonel Marissa Ipswich was in command of that ship. It had been quite a while since he had talked to her. So long, in fact, that he couldn’t remember just when it was he had last been in contact with her. Still a little dazed he nodded at Cazorla. “Thanks.” He turned and wandered out of engineering. His subordinates traded glances and followed him out.

“Stick it…somewhere. I don’t care.” Murray, Brady, and Williams were rummaging through main engineering. They were cleaning up bit and pieces and other debris from the firefight that had taken place there just a few days prior. Chairs were damaged, the upholstery torn and the frames bent. Pieces of many of the consoles were strewn about. The wall to Prell’s office was about to become part of the floor. It was a mess, which, of course, was an understatement. Murray stood in front of the heavily damaged pool table and gazed upon the shambles that was engineering. “We have got to be jinxed.” Brady, on the floor picking up chair padding that was spread about, looked up at him. “What do you mean?” Murray turned and stared at her incredulously. “Uh, which Agincourt have you been serving on? Do you remember this ship’s first mission?” Brady thought for a second, much longer than was really necessary, Murray thought. “Oh, yeah. That. What about it?” Murray continued to stare. “Yeah. Pax Primus. Romulan and Reman terrorists. Smashed up com relay.” “Yeah…” “And you haven’t noticed any similarities between that mission and two of the missions we’ve been on since we’ve been back?” “I have.” Williams stood in the doorway of Prell’s office with a paperweight in his hand. Murray turned and nodded appreciatively at the damage control specialist. “Thank you, Jay. Enlighten us.” He moved to lean against the door frame, but realized that it would be a bad idea and sat on one of the damaged chairs instead. “Pax Primus was attacked by Romulan terrorists. The VDC was destroyed by Romulan terrorists. And now the Agincourt, Vancouver, Sputnik, Luther, Tallahassee, and Soval have all been invaded by Romulan and Klingon terrorists. Not to mention the fact that the Crane, Jefferson, Hope, Kutztown, Fourier, Majestic, Lightning, and Heroic have all been destroyed defending outposts from attack, an attack by the same forces.” Murray nodded and began pacing. “Which means that none of these are isolated incidents. There are forces at work trying to undo everything that has been accomplished over the years.” Now Brady stood up, beginning to understand. “Clearly these groups are against the Treaty of Versailles. And these people are willing to go to any lengths to see that it falls.” Williams nodded in agreement. “The most likely cause is that they’re afraid of change. They’re so used to the three major powers having only a luke-warm relationship. They want to still hate us. And they’ll do what it takes to bring that back.” “Echoing the sentiments of some when Praxis exploded and the Klingons signed a peace treaty more than 100 years ago. Or some Bajorans when their people applied for Federation membership,” Murray noted. “Or the Romulans when the Tellarites and Andorians negotiated the treaty of the mid-22nd century,” Brady chimed in. Murray shook his head. “And ironically enough the Romulans and Klingons are willing to work together to splinter themselves and us. Which can only mean one thing.” Williams sighed and nodded. “Yeah. There are Federation citizens in on it, too.”

Crewman Nicole Dickinson Personal Log Stardate 0604.25 Ugh. Double ugh. It’s finally over. Saf and whoever else was trying to get us out of there finally did. They used anesthezine gas and a hypersonic pulse to knock out everyone. You know, for what was probably the most painless solution it hurt quite a bit. I’ve still got a ringing in my ears from the hypersonic pulse and a headache from hitting floor when I went unconscious. When I get out of sickbay I think I’m going to go shout in Saf’s ear and smack him upside the head. I’ve glanced over the preliminary damage report. I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that it looks worse now than it did in the dark. I can’t say I noticed anything, but then I couldn’t even tell if my eyes were open. I’ve been told that all engineering functions have been moved to the tertiary engineering room. Saf, Jay, Nora, and a few others are cleaning up in main engineering to prepare for repairs. I’ll be helping out as soon as I get out of sickbay. Speaking of which, what does it take to get discharged around here? I’ve got a ringing in my ear and a headache. All I need is a hypo and I’m out of here. That takes like five seconds. Get a nurse to do it. Heck, give me the hypo and I’ll do it. It’s not like it’s that diff… Ow. My head is now pounding. It’s like I’ve got a drum corps in my head and a fife band in my ears. Great. And now my vision is a little blurry. Oh, this is just what I need. Can you say “concussion”? Life just keeps getting better. Ugh.

TO: Colonel C. E. Harper, Lieutenant Javin Prell FROM: Lieutenant G. Saffir Murray CC: Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Robair, Captain Simeon Davies STARDATE: 0604.24 RE: Damage Report Warp core – nonfunctional: antimatter injectors are worn out and overheated; replacement necessary. EPS systems – non-functional, blown out: local EPS waveguides were shorted out to cut power to main engineering, as well as to produce the hypersonic pulse used to neutralize the enemy; replacement of waveguides necessary, level one diagnostic of local EPS systems recommended. Engineering consoles – various states of damage: most were damaged or destroyed by phaser and disruptor fire; replacement necessary. Office (Prell) – structurally unsound: the office was a victim of intense phaser and disruptor fire; complete destruction and reconstruction necessary. Miscellaneous – cosmetic damage: chairs, wall panels, doors, warp core casing suffered cosmetic damage during the firefight; repairs at SCE’s discretion.

Personal Log Stardate 0604.20 It is done. We used a combination of my hypersonic pulse and anesthezine gas to take out the hostiles. Of course, we ended up knocking out our own people, too, but we didn’t have much of a choice. At least we were able to end the situation and end it in our favor. Engineering is a disaster area, though. It is not going to be operational for a while. Power is out, the warp core is offline, consoles are destroyed...yeah, not a pretty site. Prell is in what is left of his office. He can’t be in the best of moods; he’s probably in shock over the state of things. Can’t say I blame him really. And, of course, I had a hand in a lot of this. Jay is on standby to get his teams to work once we get the hostiles locked up and our people to sickbay. He’s got quite a job ahead of him. We’ve all got quite a job ahead of us. I have never seen a main engineering room look so…so…decimated. And decimated is the optimistic word. We are headed to Starbase 11 for repairs and likely a debriefing. I can’t say I’m looking forward to the latter. We’re going to have to explain how we lost control of main engineering, how we got it back, why we waited so long to implement a plan, why engineering is in the state it’s in…about as much fun as being tied up and having to get to safety by crawling with my lips through a cactus garden followed by a salt pit. In the meantime, though, we’re going to at least clean up the mess and make it easy for the repair crews. That and it’ll give us something to do. At least Prell’s favorite coffee mug survived. We’d never hear the end of it otherwise.

Yeah, sometime's it's hard enough playing more than one character in the same sim. :)

Clearly you don't serve on the Agincourt. :P

You didn't write that. You're imagining things. Clearly you need to see a shrink. :)

Well, until recently it wasn't possible to be on all of the sims due to a couple of conflicting times (unless you can sim both at once. :) :P However, I believe that with a few time changes it is now possible for someone to be on all of the advanced sims. :wub:

http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/comm...chat/index.html http://www.freewebs.com/redstarnightclub/ http://www.ussreaent.com/ http://www.skyharboraegis.com/ http://members.aol.com/arcadia1742e/ http://dhost.info/ussagincourt/ http://members.aol.com/captainhuff/hood/index.html http://members.aol.com/hodbch/qob/ http://members.cox.net/manticore/ http://www.freewebs.com/challengerweb/ http://excaliburweb.tachyondecay.net/ Well, you did ask. :) And in the interest of completeness, they should be included. :P

Actually, it could be both. It is a new producer, and Berman and Braga will not be involved with the project.