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  1. Nate likes to start things off with running in head first, without thinking, all the while making himself an easy target. He then likes to follow up a random volley of blind swings with unclenched fists, and finishes his opponent by allowing himself to get punched in the mouth, falling down, and crying.... ...wait, that might be how I play STO...
  2. And now, with simming done, I will settle in to watch a re-run of unsolved mysteries.

  3. @Randal Shayne Dude, I think anytime you use the word "bulbous" in a post, that's worthy of appreciation. I loved it! ((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Blackwell)) ::Shayne nodded to an ensign near him, conveying that she should try and speak to engineering. She complied, and Shayne turned back to the problem at hand. Their priorities were aviate, navigate, communicate, in that order. They needed to stop this bulbous thing. For the time being, they had to assume that conventional methods of control had failed. What could even begin to slow them down at three quarters impulse?:: Shayne: ::Spewing the idea as it came to him.:: What if we explosively decompressed the forward sections of the ship? It would knock us back, negate some of our inertia. ::It sounded good for a split second, but he realized it would never work. By the time they’d cleared the forward sections of personnel, they might as well be stopped by one of those asteroids. Plus, it wasn’t just the fact that they were maintaining a constant speed; it was becoming increasingly apparent that the Blackwell was losing lateral stability. A sudden decompression of the scale he was suggesting would likely thrust her into a completely unmanageable tailspin.:: Shayne: No, no- strike my last, all. ::What a wonderful first impression to present to Zaekia. Blast it!:: Tu’Peq: Response Zaekia: response ::It was at that moment, that both he and Thoran recognized the same sensor data at the same time. There was one hazard directly in their path and sensors at both helm and tactical lit up like a Christmas tree. Two asteroids, roughly the size of Texas, had collided directly in the Blackwell’s path several hundred meters ahead. An explosive emissive purple cloud sent a shockwave from the center of the collective mass.:: ::Sensors, as limited as they were in their functionality, indicated a large dilithium cache at the center of the largest smashed asteroid. Though this was fascinating stuff, and more than likely could explain the source of the uncontrolled Eichner radiation spike, it would not help them get around their current predicament. If the Blackwell could not regain control of herself in time and collided with either large debris mass, it would spell most certain disaster for both ship and crew.:: Thoran: We’ve got a lot of debris up ahead. If we don’t stop or divert course soon, we’re all going to be in a lot of trouble. Wilmer: Captain, recommend full manual control on helm. ::It was a desperate option, to be sure. At this speed, with such clumsy controls, and with such a dangerous adversary ahead, Wilmer was proposing suicide. Unless their newest helmsman was a force of nature, they’d had it.:: Zaekia: response Wilmer: Tactical, reroute all available power to the main deflector. We can’t go around, we got to go through. ::Why did the universe hate him? Wilmer was right- there wouldn’t be enough time to avoid a collision- their collective best bet was to dive forward, and pray that the deflector would hold.:: Thoran: Main deflectors all primed Commander. Just hope it can take the hits. ::Shayne made sure that the power he’d taken from the replicators and the holodecks was now being filtered into the deflector system- every little bit counted.:: Wilmer: Captain, I’m modulating power from the main deflector to emit a constant, intermittent shock-pulse. Shayne: oO Oh, you brilliant man. Oo ::The shock pulse might just keep the larger objects out of their way. Almost as if they were swatting them from their path. If the deflector was strong enough to keep every asteroid on a harmless trajectory, they might just make it through the gauntlet. But should even a single rock penetrate Wilmer’s brilliance, their entire plan of attack could easily fail.:: Zaekia: Response Wilmer: Everybody hang on, we’re going to scream our way through. ::There were few things worse than being a passenger. Shayne kept his eyes glued on his instruments, seeking ways to improve their chances. But at the end of the day, it was up to Wilmer.:: ::And then his teeth disintegrated.:: ::The low-pitched tone of the enhanced deflector, combined with the skull shaking vibrations, formed a barrage against his psyche that he was unlikely to soon forget. It was so uncomfortable he could barely stand it. But he forced his mind to stay on the task at hand. Eyes wide with determination, teeth clenched in righteous anger, he attempted to balance the power surges that had begun to show themselves. The strain Wilmer was putting on the EPS grid was likely biblical.:: Ilsam: =/\=Ilsam to Bridge.=/\= ::Shayne could barely hear the call over the deafening white noise.:: Zaekia: =/\=Response=/\= Ilsam: =/\=We have concluded the situation in the Greenhouse, sir, and the patients are being escorted to Sickbay by a nurse. While it will be necessary at some stage to speak further with the patients, at the present time, I find myself free and able to go where I am most needed.=/\= ::He saw it an instant before its effects were known. A preposterously large spike in the main grid alerted him to the disaster unfolding, but not quickly enough to do anything about it. The deflector detonated beneath them, and the ship was flung into chaos.:: ::The randomness of the Blackwell’s newest course made it impossible to brace himself. He was tossed about like a ragdoll in a skydive, smacking a nearby console and a wall with resounding might. For a moment, there were two bridges, two realities, two Shaynes. And then it all came back together with resounding clarity. His lower neck screamed, and for a horrific moment, he wondered if there was damage to his spinal column. With dread, he tried to move his arm. He never thought he’d be so positively overjoyed to see his limb follow his commands.:: Zaekia: response Wilmer: (pulling himself up from the floor and to his seat) Well…we’ve stopped…helm control restored….what’s left of it. ::With great deliberation, Shayne picked himself off the ground. He struggled to his station, and attempted to get an understanding of their condition.:: Shayne: It looks like someone’s taken the nacelles offline. The EPS grid is a disaster zone. Tu’Peq: response Zaekia: response Wilmer: response Tag/TBC… Lieutenant Commander Randal Shayne Helmsman/Ops Officer/Second Officer USS Blackwell NCC 58999 G239202RS0
  4. Wow. Thanks James! I'm really glad you like it. Charlie is like an onion, you just have to keep peeling.
  5. Okay, this is turning into a bad day. RIP Tom Petty. He was the soundtrack for my teenage years.

  6. Our hearts go out to the victims in Las Vegas. #VegasStrong

  7. Hey you! Guess who's back?

    1. Rune Jolara

      Rune Jolara

      Awesome!!!! Glad to have you back :)

  8. Day 3 of my first attempt as FO academy trainer. And all the cadets are STILL alive....:w00t:!!!

  9. Hey, just wanted to say, I love your new wiki picture of Rune! It looks great!

    1. Rune Jolara

      Rune Jolara

      Thanks! I thought it was time for a change. :)

  10. Three day weekend, I have arrived!

  11. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind”

    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream, Act 1: Scene 1
  12. I think my character needs to be in an IC relationship. PNPC's are fun, but there's no substitute for a real writer on the other end of the story.

  13. I think in my case, Nate Wilmer is intended to be a descendant of myself, but not actually me. In the "trek" universe, if I also existed, had many children, grandchildren, et. al. in the 400 years between myself and Nate, he is what my family turns into in the 24th century. Apart from my physical face, I try to make him different than myself... and he's definitely better at math.
  14. Hey, I have a crazy request. Would you be willing to write a paragraph psychological profile from Rune's perspective on Nate? I'd like to insert it into Nate's wiki bio, but from your actual perspective. And I always liked the way you wrote Rune when she was a counselor!:harry:

    1. Rune Jolara

      Rune Jolara

      Yep. I would love to. I'll try to have it for you this weekend. :)

    2. Wilmer

      Wilmer

      Thanks! I really appreciate it!

  15. Two years, and I think I'm finally getting the hang of the wiki.

  16. Wow, thanks Pods! Usually I don't either, it makes a visual mess. But I guess it worked this time!
  17. I don't think it detracts from anything at all. If anything it adds to suspension of fantasy which is the holodeck! Good job!
  18. Thanks Max! Collage work is always fun for me, it takes me back to grade school, when we'd have to make those poster boards of our favorite things.
  19. A few of Lt. JG Nate Wilmer's favorite things: (including) Tongo, his Swiss Chalet, the Galaxy class starship, fast shuttles, latinum and Charlotte Farnsworth! 9 layers, with a 46% transparency blend.
  20. Who are your heroes? Editorial by Lyndsey Fisher Stardate 239202.03 When we were children, the concept of heroes and role models flowed quickly into our minds. On Earth, 400 years ago, little children looked into the sky, saw the stars and the brave men and women who rode dangerous, prototype, chemically propelled rockets into space—and we called them heroes. These brave few individuals made literal careers out of exploration, and challenged life's big questions, venturing into the great unknown. Now, onboard the USS Apollo-A, I will be giving an ongoing expose piece on the brave men and women of this grand starship. Under the gentle, guiding hand of Rear Admiral Andrus Jaxx, I hope to provide you with gripping revelations into the lives, both professional and personal, of our stalwart crew. Who are they? Where do they come from? What are their personal goals in a life devoted to Starfleet and the Federation? How will their choices affect the life of the everyday Federation citizen? Indeed, will their choices even affect you at all? I put the question to you, the reader: what are the things you'd like to know? What do you want to hear about? How deeply do you wish to learn about your heroes; how human are they in your minds? Or do you prefer them as iconic untouchables, statues in a grand pantheon of unreachable demi-gods? In my opinion, Starfleet officers are no different than any other kind of being. They put their tunics on, one leg at a time. They have the same problems as you and I; they live, they love, they worry about friends, loved ones, they have lives and stories all their own. I'd like to share those stories with you. While I do so, please ask yourself the question: who are my heroes? And why? Next month, I'll present the junior officers of the bridge crew, their promotions, their goals, their brotherhood. We see them every day. But do we know them? We will very soon! Lyndsey Fisher is an honorary ensign assigned to the USS Apollo-A for the FNS and Starfleet Bureau of Information. FNS Home • FNS Data Feed• FNS on FB
  21. Klingon Santa? Perhaps! May the Snow Bumble honor your house with reindeer blood!
  22. Congrats, Della and Leeland! Flat out your stories were awesome. Great reads for Halloween!
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