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Idril Mar

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  1. 5000 words approaches 20 pages... you do know that, right?
  2. Ok, I've gotta tell you all about my petpeeve... why do people use the big banner that's meant for their ship website as their signature banner, instead of the smaller one that they should be using?? Jenn/Capt. Mar PS: Just to stay on topic, sorry I didn't get an entry in... I completely blanked on this topic.
  3. That was the best part. "No, Mr. Wilde, I expect you to die." Heh.
  4. It is obvious that no one is reading "Wildefinger" or it would blatently be in first place. We're being robbed, Danny!
  5. Yup... most the sims in both of these polls were from the Ronin.
  6. I have to say that I voted against myself in one of the current rounds. There was some good ones... all of them seemed very familiar in that second set, though.
  7. Ditto! Once I started reading the other stories, I realized I probably wasn't gonna win this time around.
  8. Having judged and entered a few times, it usually is at least a couple weeks before the results are out.
  9. This one is a big challenge for the judges, since there's no formal topic per say,except 'short'. I tried to incorporate that feeling of time into mine, but we'll see what happens.
  10. A scream of pain, not physical but just as harsh, crawled up his throat and burst from his lips like a Gnenllian heart worm. Emotions, roiling, broke over him, overwhelming, drowning all logic, then reason, then function; sweet quiet darkness claimed him at last. A Few Weeks Later… The young man’s eyes fluttered open. A nurse was at the bedside and put the PADD down on the small table when she realized he was waking up. “Wha… what happened? Where am I?” said the man. The nurse smiled a sad smile. “You’re at the Starfleet Medical Facility at Starbase 1. You were seriously injured in the action at Rourkeen’s Drift. Do you remember anything?” A hand went up to the short-cropped hair on the man’s head. The arm of his medical gown slid up revealing the anchor and flag of the Starfleet Marine Corps, with the legendary Semper Fi motto, short for Semper Fidelus, Latin for “Always Faithful.” “No… I don’t remember. In fact, I don’t remember anything. What’s my name… who am I?” The man’s face went quickly from puzzlement to agitation, as it almost always did. A meaty fist slammed into the bed-sheets. “Why can’t I remember?!?” The nurse decided against calling security… this time. She sat down on the edge of the bed and put a slim hand on his arm. “Your name is James Adendorff. You are a First Lieutenant in the Starfleet Marine Corps.” “James… Adendorff …” The name didn’t ring any bells for him, but the feel of in his mouth was… familiar somehow, almost like something that is right on the edge of your tongue or the shadow of a dream, running from the light of wakefulness. He shook his head, clearly frustrated. “I can’t remember.” “Don’t worry, Lieutenant, it’ll come back on its own. It always does. Come on, let’s see about getting you up and out of this bed.” Over the next few hours, the doctors came and examined him. He had suffered a head wound with extensive neurological trauma and shock. His memories would likely come back, but it might be a while. He should focus on trying to get back into shape physically for a while. They would schedule him for a follow-up with a counselor to work on the memory loss. Over the next few days, he remembered small things. His wife’s name, Heather… the faces of his parents… his childhood pet. The nurse, it turned out, was his wife. James had been happy when he found that out; he had hoped there was a good reason that she seemed to dote on him a little more than the other patients… well, that and he thought she was really hot. “We met… we met in a bar, didn’t we?” “That’s right… do you remember where?” “A big red bridge, with cables. There was a bay… you could see it from the front of the bar.” “That’s San Francisco, right. That’s great, James!” Heather gave him a squeeze as she helped him walking down the support bars, getting his strength back. Over the next few weeks, he saw a counselor, helping him work on the memories that were tantalizingly close, and sort out the ones that had come back. He know remembered deploying on the USS Nautilus, though anything after they left Earth was still beyond him. About 6 weeks after he woke up, James was sitting in the counselor’s office, working through what he did remember, trying out some craniosacral therapeutic techniques, something popped inside of the Marine’s mind. Everything came rushing back… …the frantic deployment of his platoon as the Nautilus was hit multiple times in orbit by enemy fire… …the night, black as coal and as hot as Hell itself, with only the flash of weapons’ fire lighting it… …the death, so much death and in so many blood-spattered ways all around him, over him, through him, because of him… …Because Of Him… …BECAUSE OF HIM… A scream of pain, not physical but just as harsh, crawled up his throat and burst from his lips like a Gnenllian heart worm. Emotions, roiling, broke over him, overwhelming, drowning all logic, then reason, then function; sweet quiet darkness claimed him at last. ----- A Few Weeks Later… The young man’s eyes fluttered open. A nurse was at the bedside and put the PADD down on the small table when she realized he was waking up. “Wha… what happened? Where am I?” said the man. The nurse smiled a sad smile. “You’re at the Starfleet Medical Facility at Starbase 1. You were seriously injured in the action at Rourkeen’s Drift. Do you remember anything?” ----- Not the End
  11. If we couldn't refer to the canon characters at all, there wouldn't be much we could do, would there? "Ooops, we can't visit DS9, because that's in the canon. Sorry!" Its just writing yourself into the canon, like being on Riker's team, that is an issue.
  12. I'd try it... I'll wager the intense writing practice will improve your written english at the least! (not that its bad now by any means)
  13. There's a couple of routes for this. One is NPC ships. These are ships that are creations of regular players, with the permission of their commanding officers, for the purposes of simming the plotline. For example, the USS Wellington has been used by a couple of different groups for a couple uses, most recently to tow the USS Ronin back to a shipyard to be repaired. The other way, which I think is the one you're asking about, is becoming your own captain. After you go through the ranks, are approved for your own command and promoted to Captain, you may propose your own ship to the fleet. Usually canon ship classes take less work to get approved, but other non-canon ships have been in the fleet. Examples include the Achilles-class and the Ronin-class. To become a captain in your own right takes a lot of time and work. My path took about 5 years. Hope this helps.
  14. Typically, the winner will pick the subject for the next challenge. Jenn
  15. “Surf’s Up” Sometimes it takes a mental cleansing to regain and retain our sanity. Some people go running, other find solace in a good book, while others, such as the character in this story, find it challenging Mother Nature with a wooden board. I know personally that in all of there is a little boy or girl aching to come out and this story shows that well. My concern is twofold: first, the author would have done well to proofread one or more times before posting this story. Second, this sort of venting is almost adult in its maturity. Even with both of those points in consideration, it is an excellent story.
  16. “Idol” This story is a Ferengi commercial for an action figure, the “Action Fleet Supreme Commander 'Wipe 'em down' 'Your Money or Your Life' Acquisition Trooper Eternal.” While it seems to be that this might make a good advertisement, bringing to mind the cartoon series “Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper-Force Go,” it is also not really a story.
  17. This thread is ONLY for moderators to post their feedback as they write it. All other posts will be DELETED. Remember: you are under no obligation to accept or follow the feedback provided. It is only provided as a courtesy to challenge participants, and only reflects the personal opinion of the person writing it. If you don't like the feedback, we don't want to hear about it -- just close the thread and move on. PS: I have been told I'm a little blunt at times... please don't take any feedback as anything but my honest opinion!
  18. Well, considering, it might be an appropriate comment.
  19. John? Have ya changed ya name then? Been writing in alternate characters too much I think. JENN
  20. Typically... even by people who say they aren't gonna enter. *looks at Salak*
  21. Bump. This post is now complete. -- Jenn
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