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About JVannini

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    I feel the need... the Need for SIM!
  • Birthday 03/21/1974

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  • Current Vessel
    Andaris Task Force
  • Current Post
    Science Officer

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    Floating in Space
  • Interests
    Astronomy!
  1. I would have voted for Trip, but he did not last as long as O'Brien.
  2. Hello! My real name is Julio Vannini. I am from Nicaragua, Central America. I am a returning simmer willing to start fresh in the new and updated fleet. I first enrolled in 2006 using my real name as my character alias and was posted at the StarBase Ops, then the USS Discovery B (under Capt. Waltas), and then trasferred to the USS Victory. I became CEO of Discovery with the rank of LtCmdr. As for now, I work as Science Teacher in an american private shool. I hope to start training (again!) soon. As I said, I want to start fresh with a new character name. Best regards!
  3. Hows it going:)

    Bad news Tyr and Rode destroyed Ace

  4. Hello, old friend! :)

  5. Hello, Tracey! Thanks for your warm welcome and for adding me in your friends list! :)

  6. Is my character still a viable one? Should I start with a fresh new one?

    I am willing to come back and start simming, at least with a couple of sims weekly... slow but steady...

    What do you think, sir?

  7. Things are going well, although we miss our Engineer :(

  8. Things are going well, although we miss our Engineer :(

  9. Hello Sir!

    How's everything aboard the ship?

    :)

  10. Thank you, Sidney! 37 rounds around the Sun... and still revolving! :P

    Sadly, still I am in LOA. I am practically in the roll of second in command for the IT department so... my obligations have rised... but I still have my eye on SB118 (and Discovery) :) My Trekkie-heart is with you, guys! :)

    Hopefully I may return in few months :)

  11. Happy Birthday Vannini! :) Are you still on long term LOA?

  12. I think this SIM shows a very important part of the Character's life as a child. The struggle of a young man with his father's beliefs and his heritage is very realistic. Me, being a RL dad, know this is quite true.
  13. ((Bridge, Son'a Warship)) ::The deckplate felt good, cool and comforting against his cheek. His lungs and stomach burned with what he knew now as poison running through his veins. He opened his eyes and saw only a blur, closed them again in a fit of nausea.:: ::The Ba'ku was old. Older than most humanoids ever dreamed of being. He'd seen over 230 years-and in that time he had learned a great deal. It wasn't his Starfleet training he called upon, or his martial arts skills, or his well-trained body. None of those would serve him here. He harkened back to a simpler time.:: ((224 years ago, Ba'ku Homeworld)) ::The grove was quiet-too quiet for the rambunctious, long-haired boy that tore through the undergrowth, heedless of the tiny scratches the branches left on his skin. The wind tugged at his hair, drawing it back from his bare shoulders as he increased his speed, his grin wider by the second. His brilliant blue eyes saw everything, far ahead of where he ran. His sensitive hearing picked up birdsong and the rustle some of the forest denizens made as they embarked on their daily search for food.:: GYRULD: Tyr? TYR! ::His father's voice cut through the sound of wind whistling past his ears and he slowed his run to a gentle jog, allowing the much older Ba'ku to catch up with him. His father was...timeless. He'd been there since the beginning-since his people settled on this planet and realized the near-immortality its rings offered. He could tell by the tone of his father's voice he'd upset him..yet again.:: GYRULD::Panting as he caught up to his son:: What do you think you're doing, Tyr? ::The young Ba'ku turned his blue eyes to his father, pleading what he already knew to be a lost cause. He'd taken off from church again- this time he'd been caught red-handed by one of the clerics. Disappearing into the woods, like he always did. To the same grove he always ran. And his father had caught him.:: TYR: I.. GYRULD: You disobeyed me..AGAIN. ::Sighing, he sat down on a nearby stone:: Tyr, why do you insist on disobedience? You know that the gathering is important to us. TYR: But it's not important to ME, father. I have my own beliefs and I know what they are. I don't need some stuffy guy in a robe telling me what to believe or to read a book written by a man, telling me how to worship my God. I know how... ::The words were blasphemy, but the elder Ba'ku had come to expect them from his wayward son. Tyr had always been fiercely independent- defiant, perhaps was a better word. He looked away for a moment.:: GYRULD: I wish I had taken you sooner. Then you'd understand. TYR::Sitting on the ground opposite his father:: Dad, I'm glad you didn't. It let me think for myself-form my own opinions instead of having them programmed into me before I knew any better. GYRULD::Smiling: : You think you have all the answers, don't you? TYR::Looking away:: No..I didn't mean it that way. GYRULD: Tyr..you have to understand-the universe isn't always capable of being bent to your will. Some things are meant to be and there are paths we're supposed to walk, even if you don't understand why you're walking them. TYR: I don't WANT to walk those paths, father. I want to make my own. ::His eyes went to the setting sun, which seemed to light the sky on fire. Stars began to appear in the twilight:: I want to see what's out there... ::The elder Ba'ku shook his head, realizing his son's mind was already as far away from church as it could be.:: GYRULD: You're dreaming of starships and new worlds... Alright, Tyr..no more church. ::Holding up his hand at his son's sudden rush of excitement:: HOWEVER..I have a lesson for you. TYR: What NOW? GYRULD: Close your eyes. Center yourself. Take a few deep breaths and clear your mind. ::Tyr closed his eyes, drawing in the cooling evening air and letting it cleanse him, then exhaled slowly through his mouth. Another breath, and he was relaxed. As with all things, though, the young Ba'ku grew impatient.:: TYR: What do I..? GYRULD: Shhh. Just...listen. ::The youngster quieted himself, his body purging itself of the fatigue and fear that had plagued him when he had escaped church. He let the sounds of the grove fill him..restore him. Time seemed to grind to a halt.:: GYRULD::Smiling: : Now..open your eyes. ::Tyr opened his eyes and gasped inwardly. All around him, time stood still. A leaf, falling slowly from the tree nearby, hovered in mid flight. A bird sat crouched with her wings spread, ready to take flight, and sat still. It seemed even the sun had stopped its egress into twilight.:: TYR::Awestruck: : How...? GYRULD: Live in the moment, Tyr. ::Pausing, gazing around him with satisfaction: : I'll see you at home. ::Tyr simply nodded, letting the moment fill him, consuming and restoring him all at the same time. Filled with wonder, it was long, long into the night before the Ba'ku boy returned home...and all he had done, was listen.:: ((Bridge, Son'a Warship)) o O Listen. O o ::Time slowed around him as he took deep, cleansing breaths, focusing on the relative silence of the bridge. He focused himself, channeling all of his energy on cleansing his body of whatever poison his captors had instilled in him. And above all, he listened.:: PER'NAH: According to our sensors they're abandoning ship. They seem to be gathering in the science pod. We're also showing two fighters patrolling the exterior of the ship. ::Tapping a few buttons:: They're no threat to us directly. VERIZ: Good. And with the Discovery under Tyr's control, neither is she. Keep us out of weapons range just in case one of their engineers gets creative. PER'NAH::Tapping a few keys:: Aye sir. What do we do with our wayward son, here? VERIZ::Chuckling: : Let him sleep awhile longer. The poison should have just about finished him. When the crew abandons the ship we'll beam over and de-activate the auto-destruct. Then the Discovery will be ours. PER'NAH: And the crew? VERIZ::Pause: : Their mission was to explore that derelict off our port bow. Let them. Let them rot in space. TBC/TAG ============ ========= === Captain Tyr Waltas Commanding Officer USS Discovery
  14. JVannini

    [Round 3] Remiders

    (( Unknown )) :: McCall continued his walk toward and arrived at what he thought would be the last stardate. To his surprise it was not, the next tombstone had today's stardate on it. The name on it was Eskyys. One by one the next tombstone had another name of an away team member. The last tombstone had the name Rei Garrett. McCall placed his hand on the stone, which was not only real but cold to the touch. Only then did he notice next was a freshly dug open grave. The cloaked figure was now behind him and whispered.: :: UNKNOWN: You failed them as well. Thy saved you from Romulus and you let them all die.. McCALL: They are not dead. UNKNOWN: Not yet at any rate. McCALL: I can't exactly help them here, send me back. UNKNOWN: You have not passed the test yet. Until then you won't go back. McCALL: Who do you think you are? You and your tests are killing people. UNKNOWN: People's failure kills them, not me. :: Without another word the cloaked person clicked his fingers. McCall was no longer in the grave yard but in a dark and damp forest, the sounds of battle echoed all around. The Intelligence Officer quickly surveyed his surroundings, the battle was all around him but not at his current location. Given the visibility of the forest they could be a few meters away. In front of him were a number of bodies, McCall recognized the uniforms on some of them which belonged to the ancient Roman legions. A number of other bodies were probably from a Germanic tribe. The Starfleet Officer picked up the nearest weapon which was a Roman short sword as two soldiers burst through the tree cover. Both were from the Germanic tribe and neither looked like they were going to be taking prisoners. The nearest raised his axe, McCall stabbed him with the sword before the axe call fall. The other soldier charged with his spear and sword. The shield knocked McCall to the ground, the solider raised his spear to deliver the fatal blow. The Intelligence Officer raised his sword quickly and stabbed the soldier in the lower chest. the soldier fell tot eh ground and McCall slowly got back to his feet. The Starfleet option picked up a Roman shield to add to his short sword. McCall took a number of steps in the direction where the soldiers came from and came to oversee a battle. Given his knowledge of military history this was not in fact going to be a battle, the Roman legions would lose so badly that it would be classed as a massacre. That was assuming wherever he was played out with historical accuracy.:: oO Why would I be here? It makes no sense. What kind of test could I face here? Oo :: McCall certainly could not alter the outcome of the battle, even if he had wanted to. He watched for a few moment before decided it was best to get away from the battle. If his memory was correct this was the battle of the Teutoburg Forest and was not a place to hang around in. McCall took four steps before there was a flash, he was once more in the graveyard. He was now standing in front of the freshly dug grave. The cloaked figure was standing behind him, McCall wished his still had the short sword which had been left behind in the forest:: UNKNOWN: Find your trip educational? McCALL: I was aware of the battle and it's outcome before the trip thank you. UNKNOWN: A lesson of poor leadership and it's end result. His leadership resulted in that, yours in this. At least he took the honourable way out given his failure. :: The figure clicked his fingers and McCall's combat knife appeared in his hand.:: UNKNOWN: You might want this. McCALL: I am far more likely to kill you with it. :: The answer did not seem to surprise the figure who clicked his fingers once more.:: (( Main Promenade - Starbase 118 )) UNKNOWN: At least you will feel more at home here than in the forest. :: A phaser beam missed McCall by a few centimetres, the security officer behind him was less lucky. A number of marines ran past, ignoring both McCall and the cloaked figure. The Intelligence Officer already knew the date and what was happening. He looked down at the dead Security Officer, Crewman Jack Montgomery. McCall then looked up and followed the marines, he already knew where they were heading and the end result. he and the cloaked figure arrived at the official Starfleet Intelligence Office on the Starbase, the battle was already over. Bodies of marines and Security Officers litters the way to the office. While McCall generally knew most of the Security officers on the starbase the death of those he walked the station with hit home the most, one of those was Crewman Matt Walker who lay dead in the office. He was not the only person in the office that McCall had knew well. Anther of the fatalities was Lt. Maxwell Burns, and Intelligence Officer who's job was to defend the prototype phasing cloak. Burns had been a close friend at the academy. The Starbase rocked as one of the heavily damaged marine vessels collided with it. During the early part of the battle McCall had been in Ops, it had not been his choice to be there, it was out of necessity, if Ops feel so would the Starbase. The figure clicked his fingers once more, they now found themselves in sickbay after the battle. Unsurprisingly the room was filled with the dead and wounded, Starfleet and civilian alike. The figure clicked his fingers once more and they found themselves in the Security Chief's Office. McCall looked at his younger self behind the desk reading the causality list, the pain of the day was still very much with the Intelligence Officer, seeing it again only reinforced it.:: McCALL: Your point? UNKNOWN: I am getting to that.. :: The figure clicked his fingers once more.:: ------------------------------------------ Captain Steve McCall Intelligence Officer USS Discovery - B
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