Clase Drene

Aqua112 is a really excellent skin that shows the yellows quite well., *puts the "Wink of an Eye" chemical mixture into a replicators gel pack for safe keeping* I have like three paragraphs done at this point but I bet I am jumping the gun somehow.,

Welcome to Starbase 118 and the ships in her fleet: 1: At ease. 2: Make yourselves at home. 3: Post at your leisure.

((Sickbay)) ::After a few hours of restless sleep, Arista decided to not waste anymore time and wanted to put it where it would count: Sickbay. Now, she felt a little out of place and sick to the stomach and it wasn't the work. It took her a moment to regain her composure, bracing herself against a biobed. The blonde tried to rub a developing migraine out by using an old Betazoid technique. Something was off, though, and she couldn't tell what. She could feel it in her bones, though.:: ::The doors slid open to reveal a new face.:: Johnson: Lt Cmdr Devar. I wondered if you could help me. ::She was taken aback for a second before smiling a little.:: Devar: Do… I know you? ::Her dark eyes narrowed as he looked at her skeptically. She followed him over to an empty biobed.:: Johnson: It's Lt Jg Johnson. We were talking in the Mess Hall not more than an hour ago Devar: Are you sure? ::She raised an eyebrow and pulled out a medical tricorder.:: Johnson: Well it has been a strange day. I just feel very dizzy and light headed. Almost disorientated. Devar: Well… ::She waved the medical tricorder over him, examining the readings closely. Interesting.:: Devar: Your benzodiazepine and serotonin levels are abnormally high. Do you mind sitting for a second, I'll be right back. Johnson: Um... Sure. ::Nodding politely to him, the Betazoid woman moved into the room located in the right…:: ~~~~~~ ::After her conversation with Johnson in the Mess Hall, Arista decided to head to Sickbay. For a moment, she felt out of place, but shrugged the feeling off. This reality always did feel off center to her body's quantum signature. As she entered the bay, she was shocked to Lieutenant JG Johnson was already there, sitting on a biobed.:: ::Tilting her head to the side, Arista entered slowly with her arms suspended in mid-air, suspicion filling her face.:: Devar: Lieutenant… you're in sickbay? That was fast! Johnson: Um yeah. Do you have a twin aboard? Devar: Not that I know of. Why… what's going on here? ::Arista looked around the bay, feeling a little odd. It was like she was walking in a dream.:: Johnson: A few moments ago I came in here and you didn't recognize me then I watched you go through that door ::Arista's eyes followed to the direction his finger pointed. It was the inventory room. She sidestepped slowly and walked over, peering inside. Nobody was in there.:: Devar: Umm, okay. ::The ship began to shake a bit as the blonde reached for a tricorder and immediately ran it over Nick. Pulling the readings closer to her face, her free hand reached to her chin. Her eyes sparkled as she thought.:: Johnson: You're going to tell me that my benzodiazepine and serotonin levels are abnormally high ::Arista's mouth hung open for a second.:: Devar: How did you know that? Johnson: That's what you told me before you walked through that door. ::She was thinking about scanning herself too when… that door opened. Arista's eyes grew wide as she saw a vision of herself walk through. Karawati! But she had checked that room and no one was in there just a few seconds before! Her twin approached the pair before vanishing into thin air. Arista took a few seconds to process what just happened before glancing at Johnson, unsure what to say.:: Johnson: Something isn't right Devar: Obviously. ::Shaking her head, Arista looked around and noticed that the bay was missing several of its personnel. Thoughts soared back to the broken shuttle that brought her from the Mirror Universe to this world of Starfleet. She knew they were on their way to Risa, so what would cause the ship to shake like this? And, why were Nick and she experiencing the same hallucinations? Her intuition told her to look deeper.:: Devar: =/\= Commmmmmmmmmmander Devar to Captain Taboo. =/\= ::It bleeped, but the connection failed to carry through. Arista cast a glance towards Nick as she anchored herself onto her knees on the floor. She remained calm as she attempted to contact Captain Taboo once more.:: Devar: =/\= Commander Devar to Captain Taboo. =/\= ::Nothing. Another shake. She extended her arm out, touching the base of the biobed.:: Johnson: Maybe the comm system is down. Devar: Computer, where is Captain Taboo located? ::No response.:: Devar: Computer, where is Commander MacGowan located? ::No response.:: Devar: Ahem. COMPUTER. Where is Commander Arista Devar located?!? ::No response.:: Devar: Well that's always a good signnnnnn…. ::The ship shuttered again and Arista huffed, rolling her eyes.:: Devar: You up for a walk, Lieutenant? Johnson: It beats risking a conversation with ourselves I’m not the most interesting guy at a party. ::Johnson smiled trying to make light of the unusual situation:: Devar: I'm not much on seeing myself again! Never was a narcissist. The computer is not responsive and internal communications seems to be shot. With this shakkkkinggggg…. ::She paused, rode out the vibrations of the ship, and continued with a smooth voice.:: Devar: …we need to find a safe way to the bridge, locate the Alpha crew. Find out what's going on. Unless, of course, you have a better idea? ::She smiled towards him.:: Johnson: No I was thinking the same thing. If the comm system is out though we should assign some of the crew to act as messengers on our way. We may need to establish a manual method for passing orders. :: . Time seemed to slow to a stand still. A flash of light illuminated the room followed by what looked like flames frozen in time. Johnson’s vision became blotted and faded as his visual senses became overloaded with the brightness of the illumination. His skin became warm as a wave of heat bagan to pass over him. It wasn’t an uncomfortable heat almost like the sensation of a warm shower. His head started to swim as a bout of nausea crept up from his stomach:: ::Suddenly, a flash of light blinded the senses around them. A wave of heat enveloped around the ship, sending time back and correcting it to its right place…:: ~~~~~ ((Mess Hall)) Devar: We might be able to squeeze you in Sickbay earlier, too, if you want to get the whole physical assessment experience over with. Just give us a call and we can set it up. It'll take about a half hour, so make sure if you decide to come a little early that you allot enough time. You're Tactical, right? Johnson: Yes Ma'am. Thank you I guess the sooner I get my medical over with the better. Devar: Have you met Lieutenant Commander Dar yet? Johnson: No not yet I'm hoping to meet her soon though I have left a message for her letting her know I'm aboard Devar: I'm sure she'll go over everything with you once you meet up with her. ::Arista smiled warmly.:: Johnson: I suspect there may be a lot to go over this is the intrepid class I have served on and I'm sure every engineer has their own set of `tweaks' to make it uniquely different Devar: No doubt. Take care! Johnson: Yes thank you. You too ::Waving back at him, the woman deposited her empty mug into the recycler and headed out towards sickbay. On the way to the turbolift, a weird sensation of déjà vu overcame the attractive woman. She shrugged. Her whole life was one weird déjà vu sensation. How else would living out of your reality make you feel, she thought with a laugh.:: ::She paused and took a few steps back to the Mess Hall and called out to Johnson.:: Devar: I was thinking. I might actually have an opening now for that physical, if you want to skip the whole calling in later and setting up for an earlier time scenario? ::Johnson smiled. He hated sickbay he always felt like a lab experiment. But he knew he couldn't put this off and the sooner he got his physical done the sooner he could report for active duty:: JOHNSON: Sure the sooner I get my physical done the better. DEVAR: I could walk you down, if you like? ::Johnson laughed:: JOHNSON: Are you just making sure I don't get away ? Is there something in my file about a phobia of sickbay ? ::He smiled as she almost looked hurt before a smile broke across her face again:: LtCmd Arista Devar ACMO, USS Eagle & Lt Jg Nick Johnson Tactical Officer USS EAGLE

For sure there would be subatomic ion storms and the nanite flea bugs that could crack any nanobot into its nuts and bolts but where was the forgiving universe so dramatically explained on the ride over from the SkyParadise's sub-dimensional portal parallels? They had mapped the progress of the drones advancing through the galaxies and choose a time to travel to that forgiving universe in the federations space-time in order to escape with what was left. With in the SkyParadise Portal Outlet Captain Sunova Sagis set the field sensors on shield mode for the breakthrough into the universe. As they were coming from way far out and so beyond any describable limited plane. The captain eyed a little know galaxy they say was called the Milky Way. As Sunovae Sagi taught his son how navipoints operated he was likewise taught by his father back to times so simple that they need only blank-eye the spot to get there. Sunove spoke to her father. "Dahd why that universe? You know we never became lost in the greater mapped galactical systems structured and developed by the drones?" Sunova Sagis sighed knowing that the drones had begun the war with all living matter throughout the entire clusters of multiverses. Speaking an thinking had become forbidden about the war so Sunove and the children would live at peace. Sunova Sagis was a proud Sagi and explained to his daughter, "It was said long ago, that there is a treasure buried deep inside that universe within a federation galaxy." Sunove bursting with expression, "Dahd! What is the treasure. Do you know where it is? I must have it!" Sunova Sagus gave her the same explanation given him so long ago. "It is not a treasure you can hold, dearest, but some other kind of treasure only we Sagis know of." Sunove reviling with excitement engaged her father again with a most proper tone and proudly proclaimed, "I am Sagis yet I know of no treasure and most definitely not in that tiny speck of galaxies you have set the navipoints at in a spot-eye." Sunova Sagus motivated with the enthusiasm that bubbled over from his daughter continued, "That, my dear, is why we are going there." Sunove knew of no treasure what it was would be the surprise. She smiled cheek to cheek. Sunova blinked twice and blank-eyed the galaxy groups in the area around the milky way cluster. Adjusting and descending into the navipoint, the ship dissolved and wrinkled the universes space/time curves into itself and opened again at the edge of the milky way. The ships neutron to neutron hull, thousands of times stronger then diamond-titanium networks maintained the threshold form facets and transported the ship from the skyparadise sub-dimensional portal outside the universe to the exit portal before the Centaurus A galaxy .., Blank-eying the translational aspects the ship tripped into the midway galactical node anchor between the milky way and adjacent to (VSS) the Virgo Stellar Stream. Blankeyed navipoints were second nature for Sunova Sagus. The minor translight travel was going to be difficult. The VSS was indeed unmapped because of the highly active dark to light matter turbulence This and using the translight propulsion systems equaled nothing they were ready for. To say the ride was shaky was so less then true, but even still they made it to their destination. Gripping the tightened encasement force field folds the captain translight navied into and through VSS. Shivers and quivers bombarded their encasement force field linings and folds. They were able reach the object they were aiming toward with the price of a broken naviport. The naviport was easy to repair where they came from but in a different universe and time line where they did not have fleets of subspace microborg drones repairs would be close impossible. Landing on a small system of planets that was listed in the map archives as Alpha Centauri was the goal. The system seemed pleasant enough so thought Sunova Sagus. He liked the idea that they came through the Centaurus A Galaxy prortal and into the Alpha Centauri system. Waking from there soma cryosleep encasement regenerational fields following the broken naviport splintering the crew and record keeping travelers. A much need physical nourishment session began. The dinning area had seen the worst of the wreckage but they had to eat. The conversations became short and to the point. Sonova Sagus statements seemed ominous, "We know only one thing about the Federation beyond theirs being such a simple kind." His first officer, Xova Toba, agreed. While explaining that they can't just take the treasure from them. "That is theirs to do with as they please." "Very true, but it will be my decision to make. I am Captain." When his daughter spoke all fears vanished like rain in the shine of starlight. "I must have the treasure to take home." Sonove started wining like a child, "back our Skyparadise Dome." Her Father the Captain could not explain easily that the treasure is not as you know a treasures. Daughter of Sonova Sagus, Sonove, in profound belligerence professed her ultimatum, "What then tell me or., or.,, or,,," cutting in, "hush now.,, This treasure is a treasure of knowledge..." Sonove blurted, "Not fair! How can you treasure knowledge?" Sonova Sagus reply became the moto of their crew for the rest of their stay, "That, my dear, is what we are here will find out..." Sonove did not understand but try as she might she continued to intake the sustenance during her eating process and prepared her appearance for the events at hand. She memorized the costumes and nuances from the Federations records and adapted her styling to match theirs. Still she was Sagi and could not be swayed by the mentality of those of some simple order and being. Sonova Sagus entered the Control Center Communications - <<CCC>> - "Show me the latest reads,." First officer, Xonova, moved out of his way, "Here is what we are looking through @-<<CCC>>- for now." Replying, "You realize that to wed my Sonove this treasure must be acquired and given her in a gift a matrimony." The Captain refreshed the -<<CCC>>- reader feeds. Xonova, like Mark Anthony and Casanova intertwined at the hip spoke again, "As well I must do the best I can in yours and hers discernment not to mention that of my families'. My action and elaborations on the subject have to be correct and constant for all to know of and about. This is the true value of the treasure we seek." Captain Sonova Sagus enjoyed the discussions for he would explain how to become a Sagi as the pure path to true actualizations. First officer then motioned with, "We are ready to meet the planet wide leader of Alpha Centauri. Will he offer the gift?" "Of course they all offer the gift in their own ways but their leaders are far better at it then any one else..." Looking off to the CCC group teams as they signal in the symbols of their own communicationings, "The location and time have been set for City Centauri at gate 9." The Gate 9 attendant accommodated the group of travelers from skyparadise they settled into their surroundings and made themselves at home... they stayed there for them what would seem as much as a brief mixing of time and space but for the Alpha Centaurians and the Federations of Planets this was several lifetimes of dialogs till the ship's naviports were redesigned and established function blankeyed workings. Sonove was home again and enjoyed what was her new found experience, "Dahd, what did they call that gift we received form them?" Sonova Sagus now ready to pass on the knowledge to the next line, "Child of mine, we were there and watched four generations of their kind learn and grow into a fully formed Federation of races and yet you did not realize what they taught us?" Confused but decisive Sonove spoke, "I receive a gift every year from them. But, evermore not the treasure promised by you what is that treasure and when do I get it?" "The treasure is hospitality, hospitality is the most precious gift of all, and every time with every generation of their federation we find that treasure." "So then in every universe we travel to the Federation of Planets is there, ready to hand us this hospitality for use to take?" "My girl there is just the one federation of planets, there, in the milky way, and that their hospitality abounds wide and free there. While we can take it that is not the way to be hospitable in return."

I wrote this neat beginning of a story (in my handwritten journal) about the hospitalities found in an endless space/time scenarios of just like floating in outer space and living inside a spacesuit ... this led to the name creation of the character then family then a whole new scenario evolved before my eyes as I typed what I had not just written in the journal ... happy happy - joy joy. I was having a real block with the subject but everything seems to of fallen into place... I think I worry too much about content...

mmm Hospitality.,;- A hospitable planets - "Hospitality" ok I really don't want to say this, but when you had the archetypal topic I was all over that and the path thing last time was great as well but maybe I just live on such a inhospitable planet that .,; well there is nothing hospitable here, with the exception of the hospitality that I feel here...at sb118... but this seems so "alien" a topic to me I will have to wait to see what gets posted first and then do a possible writing challenge reply like story to them, in a way...but I need some kind of comment following this that somehow lets me know if this is alright or not???

there is an emotional lonelyness expressed that is not resolved and makes myself feel what is happening.

neurological transplants I have a book on that but ... I am trying to apply it to the electro-chemical connections in neural nets.. it gets a little confusing cause it is like thinking about thinking or contemplating contemplation given I have a little idea of what I am doing with the chem make-ups in my body leads to (almost complete sentence structures?) a nerve bible of a kind and records of things as they go.. I have taken courses in the effects of addiction on the brain and then specifically the nicotine receptors ... if I can help I will (as always).

I have to just get a few key words onto the screen before I can even start... I also have to work on my details and descriptions that seems to be my week point.. I some storys (for me) it is just the characters name that creates the story (that is what I am tending toward more so these days)... I try to depict the name of the character in such a way that their name describes there action/role... ---- excellent start Salak- I can't wait to see your story - (no fair teasing us )

It looks about right Toni but what does the post Icon do in this thread if used Ahhh that is what it does...

((Over Infinities' Edgelessness)) Ice ~ Captain the unit multiplex meter readout is non-harmonic. Thinker ~ The Captain is busy, but let us see what we can do. Ice ~ Sir, there is an alternate unit dimension for time and space... everything seems to be breaking down. Thinker ~ Ice keep monitoring the shield variance we need to stay inside 'our' dimensions. Ice ~ Multi-verse field trinamics are approaching a tridoxical inversion. Thinker ~ Begin aligning the fields with the new units dimensions. ::Pulsar began to envelop them but their shields held. The flashes were beyond what 10 supernovae would cause simultaneously. There, at the edge of the unknown multi-verses, were obscure events unfolding like a rose opening to the wind. They knew that what was happening was being feed to the ships in the fleet. There became divisions of holo-records breaking down into new units with nothing valuable inside them but the dream of hope. As chance would have the likes of what was going on, things were solved by themselves and then they did not change that way ever again. :: M8w ~ I am reporting for the Institution of Chance: We await your orders. Thinker ~ Captain, I advise you to change the units of measure soon. M8w ~ Ice make necessary residual adjustments there, for the next time unit form. Ice ~ The adjustments are in the process of altering. Thinker ~ Delay that process .., the elements of language, as well, are disintegrating before us. Ice ~ More so still, there is the nuance of conceptual experiences - framed at the source. M8w ~ I know that, and in the event structure, if added to the hologrid-unimatrix the dynamics will be greater then before. Ice ~ Remain stationed; I am inducing the triode vortex into unit multiplex static designs. :: He realized that event illusions involve the next dimensions for time and space.:: Golden Path ~ The formations are going to occur, no matter, there after, in sequences similarly structured. Ice ~ We are dividing the elementals again, Captain. Golden Path ~ We have remained unaffected and yet there are greater instances of our efforts allowed. M8w ~ Captain Golden Path, per chance, what are your orders going in? Golden Path ~ You must remain in the holo-illusion till you have mastered the unit dimensional to that time frame. M8w ~ That could lead to a voiding of the void of infinite dimensions. Ice ~ I can stabilize the necessary dimensional manifolds involved for solving that. Golden Path ~ Don't! I repeat, Do not., theirs were evolved beyond that way, this makes the illusions that are being real evolve even more so. Ice ~ Sir? ::Perfect pulses bound for interfolded field-waves manifested inside the holo-grids. Thinker's emotions were poised like a perched bird ready to kill its pray. There was nothing left of them, nothing right to do from there, just a constant moving forward into the realities' of light and sound dimensions. Broken and splintering the lights of all known dimensions begun and ended, frozen in time and space. :: Ice ~ Sir, we have conformation of the Eagle. Thinker ~ The Eagle, she has begun the decent into the infinite dimensional field structures. Golden Path ~ Ice, control the holomonitor with the field trinamics in order to reduce the surface frictions to a negligible amount. M8w ~ In the distant future they will resolve the tri-dimensional imbalances, and create greater evolutions of the revolution know as life. Thinker ~ What were we doing with these events, and why are the discords of harmony so pleasing? Golden Path ~ You can find yourselves again and again, where no one has gone before, but into that - we are with you all the way. Ice ~They are boarding the Eagle, I will make a difference this time. ::Ice found the Eagle like a second home. It was how the values of being, became real to him. ::

((Main Engineering, USS Discovery-) VANNINI: Syrak, I need you to go to the Main Computer Core, Vargas... you to Second Core... I need you to hack the Captain's code. I'll try to disable the Auto-destruct sequence. VARGAS: Aye Sir! SYRAK: Yes Sir ::Syrak got to the main computer trying to disable subroutine, to activate the self-destruct, but realized this was already too late, Syrak mind froze as he strained as hard as possible to think on what would his next move would be, he thought about replacing the subroutine, but then that wouldn’t stop it.:: SYRAK: oO cutting out the entire power will stop all power, it should stop the… no if the chamber is already open then that’s just suicide in pitch blackness… izaya Oo VANNINI: (yelling at the remaining personnel in M-Eng) I want you all to head to the Pod ASAP! (Yelling at Syrak) Lieutenant, you are in charge of Engineering in the Pod... now move people! SYRAK: Sir, I just like to suggest that your last option should be— VANNINI: No time for arguments, that was a direct order! Get out of here! ::Syrak gave a nod, hoping his boss, would have thought a warp core breach like he had, It would have been the last thing Syrak would have chosen, but with less than fifteen minutes, there wasn’t going to be much choice soon… :: SYRAK: Vargas, and Everyone follow me… ::Syrak and Vargas walked into the corridor, and he froze, swiveled round swiveled round, to face to see the engineers in the engineering, Syrak had realized there was no turbolift to the pod, they couldn’t get this many engineers into pod with less then 15 minutes, neither could they get them with other officers, and civilians going through that way. Fifty-four engineers stood blankly at Syrak, Syrak turned to Vargas and then faced the engineers:: SYRAK: ::tucking his arms behind him:: Now there is no way we will efficiently evacuate this proportion of group, I will split you into four groups… first thirteen engineers step forward will follow lieutenant Lambert to Transporter Room 4 on Deck 7. ::the group was still standing, and Syrak let a sigh out and step forward tagging people:: SYRAK: you, you, you, you… you will all follow Lambert, get moving crewmen… time is dissipating… right you, you, you, you… ::Syrak tagged another 13 engineers, before announcing:: SYRAK: you will follow Lieutenant Mittal to Transporter room 3… ::moving closer to Mittal:: Lambert has took the aft turbolift, please take the fore Turbolift… ::Syrak watched several alien species follow the Indian officer towards the turbolift, and then selected another thirteen engineers and assigned them straight directly to the pod, their Team leader was to be Chief Bharijtk, the experienced Chief Petty officer escorted them, and then there was 14 of them left, and Syrak announced:: SYRAK: the rest of you are with me c’mon… :: Syrak began taking strides noticing people heading towards the lifts no one selecting the tubes, the young Vulcan had already assigned 40 engineers to the lifts and knew they were lacking time, and as more he saw more people walking onto the corridor, he said looking for a tube entrance along the corridor:: SYRAK: I Expect the lifts will be busy, So We’re going to take the tubes… its only ten levels and then 3 to the pod… ::Syrak opened an entrance into the tubes, there he let all the crewmen get in and crawl, he spotted Kaschenko, and Vargas was the last one in as he got in, and left the door open:: TBC LT JG Syrak ACEO USS Discovery-B

I have been using the rss feeds to my homepage for the list of new sims from the various ships in the fleet, but without reading each one, I have problems deciding even what sim to read what sim to not read. It seems that the titles are not as much help as they could be., is this a common difficulty or is it just me not being able to figure things out since I have just started to look at fleet wide simming?

((USS Eagle - Bridge)) Tel-ar: Whatever the mission... just remember I volunteer for the riskiest job...:: now his voice held an eagerness to it... an eagerness that Tal quickly squashed...:: :: Angel stood up from the Consul..:: Yukiko: A loner doesn't need to prove himself, he already knows.. ::She poked her tongue out teasingly to the young officer... :: Tel-ar: Very true... ::Tal replied... puzzled by her actions... what did sticking out her tongue mean... was it another human custom... what was he suppost to do in return...:: Yukiko: Well take it from me, ::She winked to him and smiled..:: IF, you want to be on the away mission, you'd better make sure you are at the briefing, other wise I will volunteer for it myself... ::Now a wink... a wink??? Tal looked away... glancing at his consol... then looked back up to see Angel sweep her fingers through her smooth luxurious raven black hair and walk away..:: ::Tal watched her go... thoughtful... no... no chance of his being added to any long term away mission... regardless of his wish's... Dr. Gabriel would make sure of that... no... he would have to stay here... available if needed... and for what... a genetic creation... a female... one who had made his life impossible...:: ::For a moment Tal almost let it get to him... but before it could he remembered... it was his own fault... he had opened the strange cargo container... he had freed the girl... it wasn't her fault... no... but if Tal ever found out who had created her... oh.. yah... that someone would pay... and not just in blood for all the aggrevation he was going through... no... :: ::Just then Tal was interupted in his thoughts... he had noticed a change in sound... voices among the others on the bridge... turning he looked to see what it was... and wished he hadn't... maybe pushing her out an airlock wasn't a bad idea... sure he would have to jump with her... that or spend years in a penal colony... it just might be better than this...:: ************** ::Koriander stepped off the lift... a quick glance around showed that Tal... her master was here... seated not far away... he was a hard man to miss... taller than most with a slim yet athletic form... wide shoulders, deep chest and a narrow waist... his back was to her... but she could never mistake him for another...:: ::She started towards him... but as she did she noticed that the other officers on the bridge were turning to stare... they gave her strange looks... one even dropped the padd he had been useing...:: ::She would have to ask Dr. Gabriel about that later... she still had so much to learn... even with all she had been reading off the computer data files... their was still many things that puzzled her...:: ::As she got closer she saw Tal turn... he looked at her... his face impassive... but his eye's... they spoke volumes... maybe this wasn't a good idea... but it was to late to go back...:: ::So she continued... walking forward... stopping near him... going down to kneel... holding up the tray with lunch...:: ************** ::Tal watched her walk towards him... altho walk was an understatement... glide... flow... not even those words did her justice... graceful... like a dancer or... or something not of this reality... which she technically wasn't... and those large bright green eye's stareing at him... they were also unreal... as for her dress... a couple wispy fragments of transparent green clothe... not enough to be called clothes really... :: ::As she stopped and went to her knees in front of him he recognised the fabric... Andorian silk... and the tray... also Andorian... but the foods weren't... a glass of milk... some fruit... and could it be... a grni'kit... a flat bread opened to hold spicy meat with sauce and...:: Tel-ar: Thank you. ::he managed to say... his voice calm... while his eye's noticed how everyone reacted... ***************** TBC **************** Lt. Tal Tel-ar Security USS Eagle NPC Koriander Slave USS Eagle

((Sickbay)) MacGowan: Emirry MacGowan. It's good to finally meet you Ensign Rayne: Likewise doctor. MacGowan: ::Leaning back in her chair a bit.:: Tell me a little about yourself. Rayne: Oyh, I don't even know where to begin. :: Arthur squirmed a bit in his chair, but quickly made up his mind. :: I guess you could blame my grandfather for me being here. He's the one that got me into among other things medicine. MacGowan: ::Emirry smiled.:: Well, I'll have to thank him. Rayne: My parents and my older brother are part of the Thayan symphony orchestra so they travel all over federation space. When I made it clear that i wanted some other life then that of a traveling band all be it a pretty famous and prestigious one, even if I didn't know what they let me stay and live with my grandfather. :: Arthur paused for a few moments and looked around the room. :: Rayne: As for medicine... I have to admit I'm not much of a surgeon, barely passed the course. Working hard to improve and my fingers are more dexterous then most its just :: Arthur paused again. :: I tend to get lost. MacGowan: If that's something you would like to work on, we have some brilliant surgeons on hand that I am sure can help you. Rayne: I do better under pressure or if someone keeps reminding me where I am in someway. Mind bodies of people is not the only place I get lost in. :: Arthur managed a nervous laugh and cleared his throat. :: I did do quite well in other fields of medicine however. But barely managing surgery and getting lost on your way to classes and exams in the academy grounds sort of makes an impact when its time for graduation. MacGowan: I'm certain you will prove to be a valuable member of the team. :: Arthur felt a weight lift from his heart and let out a sigh of relief. Some teachers had been quite understanding and encouraged him in to excel. Others had just seen a somewhat absentminded man who got lost trying to cross the street. :: Rayne: Thank you doctor thats good to hear, have to say I was more then a little worried. MacGowan: I was too, my first day on a real ship. ::At that moment Alina May stood at the entrance to Emirry's office.:: May: Commander? MacGowan: ::Emirry stood, glancing at Rayne:: Ensign, this is our Chief of Nursing, Alina May. ::Looking back at May:: What's the news? May: Dr. Harp is still working. He is confident in her recovery. Her burns have been, mostly, healed, he's working on her arm now. MacGowan: Good. Have him see me personally when he's finished. I'd like to check her progress myself. ::Just then, a combadge went off.:: Taboo: =/\= This is the Captain, Ensign's Keiren Rayne and Michael Valentino and Lieutenant Devar, please report to my ready room at your earliest convenience, Taboo out... =/\= ::Looking at him:: MacGowan: Best not keep the Captain waiting. ::The three of them left her officer and Em nodded her permission for Arthur to leave.:: ::Em took Alina to the side, she wanted a word with her.:: MacGowan: Was what you told me in there sugar coated? May: I don't believe in adding 'sugar', Commander. MacGowan: ::Em nodded.:: Good. ::Em's combadge chirped.:: Yladro: =/\= Bridge to all Senior Staff and Alpha Shift Leads, there will be a mandatory meeting in our conference room - in one hour. Bridge out. =/\= ::The sound had echoed almost, Em glanced behind her and noticed a woman she had never met that had gotten the same message, before Em could Em process it, she was on her way out and Nurse Premba was making her way towards them.:: Premba: Commander Xoet would like samples from the woman in surgery, for research. May: I'll prepare them for him. ::Em straightened her lab coat.:: MacGowan: I'm going to observe the surgery until I need to be at the staff meeting. ((Timewarp)) ((Briefing Room)) ::Em entered the briefing room about five minutes early, she had learned from last time that the early ones were the only ones to get chairs. Em felt very quintessential when she walked in. Her hair was down, almost bushy and she wore her lab coat, something she normally left in Sickbay. Her deep purple eyes, however, held a tiredness, though she's venture to say you'd have to know her pretty well to see it.:: ::She took a seat next to Micheal and looked around the table. Next to her was the young, [...]y, wet behind the ears Ensign Valentino. Em liked him, in a friendly way. He had some interesting times ahead of him. next she saw a woman in a blue uniform, the one from sickbay. There was something about her. She remind Em of someone. Shrugging it off Em looked next to Rayne, her newest team member. She was anxious to see what he was capable of him. Em had a feeling he'd surprise her. Even himself.:: ::And last, but not least, she looked at their Captain. Daydan. They'd all been so busy lately she hadn't really talked to him in awhile. Strange thing was, she missed it. Em ran a hand through her hair, focusing a bit, and waited for the meeting to begin.:: Lt.Cmdr. Emirry Rayn MacGowan Chief Medical Officer USS Eagle

((Temporary assignment notes)) ::Ice nine is serving "time" for violating the temporal prime directive and creating multiple realities simultaneously: thus causing an endless rippling into the waters of existences far, wide, deep and high.:: ((reporting universal realities colliding)) ::Once the locations the three separate centers of the three colliding universal realities were discovered they began to intertwine.:: Ice9: oO And these are the rewards for avoiding an all out intermixture of thought, time, and space; here is where the results get put into the next universe ...and afterward things are never the same oO but they never were Oo Oo ::Ice nine navigated the NOW reality into the two others being PAST and FUTURE.:: Ice9: oO I know the systems of realities involved are here yet that any of the systems mixed is better then not. Why must I always pick and choose what to put when? Oo ::Ice nine was able to retain the integrity of the echo envelops but there are more thoughts to present for evaluations with us. Asking the sovereignty resulted in greater demands of Ice 9.:: Ice 9: I am directing the thought manifestations into the parallels of time and the infinite null space definitions. Sovereignty: I demand you stop at once Ice 9. Ice 9: I can maintaining the integrity of the reality echo envelops, but you must help me. Sovereignty: We will not contaminate the past and future perfections with the contagion. Ice 9: There is a way to compensate!!! Sovereignty: We make no will to focus on this now. Ice 9: You can resolve the experiences by balancing the moment. Sovereignty: But, the new universes are in jeopardy, there is a cascade of pitted blemishes thought out the diaquantum manifestational formations. Ice 9: Agreed, because that is due to the time variations and the definitions they are of. ::In the expressions of these universal realities they should be considered one the past; one the future; and, one is now.:: Sovereignty: But in the sense that gives you the possibilities to divine three selves and create non-congruent anti-symmetrical formations. Ice 9: If I could explain for the moment here. Sovereignty: It is your game you are playing - not the actual realities that exist in themselves as such. Ice 9: There is no such thing as "the game!" you refer to this always because it is as real as it gets. Sovereignty: Make no mistake this remains the illusions of self you have divined and in their experiences are of intermittent and still inconsistent dialectics involved with time thought and space. Ice 9: As in the universal realities that are, and will be colliding without our control. Because in the advent of the new universal realities when that result was never known it is now from on to on and up to up-on... Sovereignty: Right: Once upon our universal realities was the still cascading of citadels unknown. Ice 9: Sorry to bother you again. My time is short for the moment of being. Sovereignty: No bother, go back to your time cell for a spell, to think things out first. tbc-maybe Officer 2nd Class Ice nine (coded-h92o) Time Design Officer USS Eagle NCC 74659

I agree there could be more Action or even actions as dialog in communication with those kinds of actions. I applaud this sim especially if they were not considering this as an entry to the top sim contest when they wrote it. Over all this is the exact size a standard sim should be. It is the right length, not too long to get lost in, not two short with too little content. Perfect size, still I have been told, that is the down fall of most sims because what I consider perfect, usually is not.

I would like to see this happen,, I am ready to start posting sims. The basic idea is that if there are any comments by any simmer other then me I need their permission to post their parts,, right....?

the trick I found to write about, will have to have a trick ending, but still I have not thought on how to finish it... I am doing it in sim format which is different for me I almost always create some kind of micro-epic poem for the challenge but this time I think I need the familiarity of a trek sim setting is best for the parodying. And so far I have a bridge command staff interactions with another ships "foolishness" as the levels of parody are mismatched - and - juxtaposed into each others fool like blindness with following their orders and comedic situations arising unanswered. about 500 words in. -------- aside --------- I remember back in 95 when I was reading tarot cards at a cafe...One night I randomly picked up a card out of a mishmash of cards and decks and proceeded to light the card on fire... not even knowing what card I had decided to burn - later after a stay for a bit in the hospital - I found that card again, it was the trickster, or fool, of the major arcana, path zero... -------- aside --------- "Reactions to the Fool will of course be as many and varied as the personalities and life experiences of those who confront him." - Sallie Nichols, Jung and Tarot An Archetypal Journey pp 11.

Tony, I am not sure if you can put a poll up after the post, or if you did it, would be a new topic thread? I know there are some forums that allow post posting polls. I dont think this is one of those forums I know I can not post a poll in this forum, here but then I did not start this topic...

Screaming and streaming tears of emotional pain braking in sight of life's end when there is nothing more to do but cry. The crying rooms of pain, over and over hurting and being hurt by ourselves when there is not one thing left for us to become inside the ever expanding circles of sky and light we ride. Where does the river of tears flow but to the ocean of sorrow when the night meets the day and the daylight dies inside the hollow feeling of empty pain? Crying and trying we moved together to the next field of expressions where there are new things so important that nothing matters yet the pain remains intense like hanging from the cliffs edge and then falling to abyss. Night opens its life to them. They stopped speaking to the wind and crying to sky, like a baby that knows no comfort there, or wherever the baby will sleep. Puddles and puddles of tears more then the oceans would ever know… Pain like dying for no reason but just to die. And then still, but moving further, into the pain of emotional loss emotions that are shattered like the thought of love and the likeliness of a remorseful reunion where there is never the mention of love again like it was then. Went through the expressions that ever were and ever will become. Although sometimes there is companionship, sometimes the companion is just another lost cause for everything that we can know, and is nothing of importance and nothing of matter. It just becomes pointless in the sight of life and the end of being lost inside a mind that does not love, a mind that never knew it self as anything that it ever was. When there is everything that has been and gone again too, and still finding no life worthy of living inside my being as this will free me to be nothing. I tremble to find when there is everything lost to everyone's touch like my pieces that break as they find themselves. They are in turn then into themselves when things change into the future of forgotten thoughts and ideas that will never meet pen to paper - keyboard to screen. Following the ever spiraling streams of tears the river refuses to carry down the stream to be free of life and love yet the courage of being becomes the edge of the cliff for stepping off of as in the dream of life's endless endings and beginnings. The path opens and closes with each blink of an eye as the sky flees to the other side of known reason and understood meanings. Running through the fields of perfect rustic red hues we fly like dreams of the unfolding pleats of peddles of rose and her buds of new life. Trusting in the events in three they perform undone in the light of lives long gone and seen through the impressions of thoughts that remain behind the rainbows of love, gone so fast that freaking out is not optional for even a moment of being real. What meaning does the three ways of truth make us of our thoughts as often enough, to know why? But should we ask such over obvious questions that their eventual effect will force us to ask the way out again and again instead of the way to be of thought in a mind of honest freedom in sight of the light of goodness in loves own path. It ripped thru the very heart of hearts the very life of lives the very being essence of beings but that was expected like all broken hearts that never heal and never know how to heal themselves wondering why did the chance to love get taken by life's own fault of being real. Finding nothing of value or importance, inside the presence of thoughts, inside the few free enough to know how to love we find death so proudless that even the word sake makes no meaning of it. We know how to live and be of the essence of life itself as if there were other ways to be of essence and free. So we will open our heart over and over till it beats no further, knows nothing else, but life's ocean of tears, and broken thoughts of foundless fortune. We cry and the river dries and the streams freezes in cold ice of the summers of night when their sadness is expressed in the effort of life's without end or beginning that remembers neither and accepts both in turn of the true wheel of peace. What has taken in the thought of firry rings lining the level and leveling the life of all who were broken in the misuse of violent and abusive mixtures of hurt and pain live into and of the will that is done of ourselves in existences so obscured from being and lost in a life time of wonder. The EX-pain of explaining what is expected of the pain of life and death and greed of love and existences poor choice of words that mean to three way thought propagation inside ones eyes and exists there by remembering we are there where all things act in time and observe the space that coats the flow of everything. I still cry hopelessly for the pain to return to the sore, the sky to break the ocean to the floor with its mighty roar. But Ex the pain out of the brain when there is time for things to brew into other brains shared like life is shared between; the rake and the raked; the clear and cleared; the stream and the streams of blissless points on a graph of round totems that alike themselves there own way to say what is wrong and with the same thing in tides under the stars of life. Ours is a way of peace and love yet mutual tolerance becomes more then just the farce or fantasy that it ever was mutual commendations and the enjoyment of being a happy being. Included in the thought of crazy crying fits of rage and remorse come the opinion that jokes know that there are questions for clowns to brood over in mania as the depression of life's losing wit of relationship in a roller coasting love hexing into the form of how do you know or what did you think.

Tentative working concept is the hologram revolution but I am unsure what episodes mention that revolution from voyager so for now till I do the research {although the thought of revolution and such being in one with my ideas concerning life and the "pursuit of happiness" why is freedom such a important thing ... but it is important and that is why revolution without war in a peacefulness that can be equivalent to love of life inside the thoughts were/are/will be waged forever until theirs is the [some obscure tangent!]} The hologram revolution and the negative/positive ideas and such that relate to the revolution of the holograms themselves I believe the revolution of the holograms was peaceful but then I could not find anything about it at MA or the startrek.com site so if someone remembers the voyager episode it was talked about please either post it here or PM me - as always should you or any of your Holographic's be discovered holographic central will deny any connections to you.

Tonight I read the first several pages of the mmm well many a page in the book The Human Revolution about the creation of a sense of quality and things in that nature concerning philosophy of quality in life and education. Tonight as well I came to see the topic of these two months writing challenge to be on revolution and also the next meeting I go to will be on The Human Revolution as well... For me this is how life is. I did not plan to study the book The Human Revolution because the meeting I plan to go to will be on that book nor did I choose that book because of this topic ... I also know that the reverse is not true as well that these topics of revolution and the topic of the meeting being The Human Revolution we not made because for some strange reason I chose to open that book .. but still I know i need to read more in order to understand this topic and I will start reading my book by Jung on transformations what that will change or Revolutionize I will find out but now ... how to relate this to the trek canon is the question indeed....as what makes the revolution worthy of thought or ideas as well... the revolution is now we are becoming perfect yet imperfect being both and neither inside the now that has ever been everywhere...

ahhh so there is open spaces in the writing of this Challenge.... mm mm I think I might go with an assimilation by the borg ... But this one will have to be cannon like mmm might have to focus my creativity in just one direction ...

What other races had warp and could tell if we had warp? Ferengi? or a some non-canon races? I need a clue for this one?