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    [2008: JAN-FEB] The end of the line

    in 2008

    Posted · Edited by Tracey

    ::Michelle Juneau stood in front of the class and took questions relating to the assignment handed out the previous day. However, the group of 7 and 8 year old Elementary school students would rather talk about the news they heard about their teacher the previous night. It was the news their 30 something year old female, human teacher was accused of being a double agent during the time of the Dominion war.::

    JUNEAU: Please class. Lets stay on the subject at hand please.

    ::Michelle Juneau spent 4 years in Starfleet Intelligence, when 2 years before the end of the war, she was listed as "missing". She was being held and questioned by the Cardassians when she was found to be spying on them at the time. Starfleet Intelligence knew this due to the fact that regular reports were no longer coming into them from their agent. There was never a rescue attempt and she was left to be tortured and die at the hands of her abductors. For over 30 months, the woman endured the stresses, until a report came into Starfleet Intelligence that agent Juneau was no longer on Cardassia Prime. Whereabouts unknown. Starfleet Intelligence then listed her as "missing, presumed dead".::

    ::Three months later, an unkempt Michelle Juneau was found begging for money on a backwater Federation colony. When an intelligence officer recognized her one day, the woman was returned to Earth and heralded as one of the greatest survivors of the war. She was given the chance to restart her life and chose one away from the military. She chose to be a school teacher.::

    ::But despite the outward, public appearance of joy of the recovery of one of their own, Starfleet Intelligence was skeptical about the whole situation. It was not like the Cardassians to allow known spys to live. They were usually tortured for information, then killed. Therefore a closed door investigation began. An investigation that led to the conclusion that former agent Michelle Juneau was, and may still be, supplying information on the Federation to the Cardassians, and she agreed to this in exchange for her own life.::

    ::A young boy quickly rose his hand and began to speak.::

    BOY: But Ma'am, we saw you on the newsnet last night. Can you tell us about your time as a spy?

    ::Michelle Juneau sat heavily in her chair at her desk and put her head in her hands. She knew her newfound, peaceful career was coming to an end and the inquiry of her activities after her capture had become public fodder. She looked up at the young boy with a look that revealed the lines of stress in her face and said "no" while shaking her head.::

    JUNEAU: We have to concentrate on the subject at hand.

    ::The rest of the day passed without incident and Miss. Juneau was now at home cooking her own dinner. She was about to sit and eat and prepare the next day's lesson for the children when the door to her apartment flew open. The tray holding her prepared dinner went flying as Michelle was surprised by the intrusion. Two Starfleet security officers had barged in and one pointed a phaser at the woman and spoke.::

    OFFICER: Based on the evidence we have collected and the information gathered at the inquiry , you are under arrest for treason to the Federation.

    ::Michelle put her arms out to be shackled, without resistance and as she was being led out of her apartment, she turned to take one last glimpse of a photograph of a Cardassian soldier and a half Human/Cardassian boy and knew both what she had to do as well as knew that she'd never see her son again.::

    ::The following day, the news came out that that two security officers as well as a former double agent were involved in a fatal accident that cost all three lives to be lost, the cause of which would never be found due to the disappearance of key evidence.::

    [2006: JAN-FEB] The First Promotion

    in 2006

    Posted · Edited by FltAdml. Wolf

    A sim I wrote about my character going home a long time ago.

    Enjoy :)

    ((USS Hammond))

    ::Sector 001 was moments away. The Hammond and Ranger dropped out of

    warp at the outskirts of the Sol system and headed through the system

    on impulse drive. Eventually, a little blue planet, the third planet

    of this system, came into view on the main viewscreen. The planet

    that Tracey called home.::

    ::The Hammond`s arrival at Earth left a sickly feeling in the pit of

    Tracey`s stomach. As most of the crew rejoiced in the Hammond`s

    homecoming, Tracey felt an awful feeling of lonliness. A couple of

    weeks ago Tracey felt just as anxious as the rest of the crew to get

    home and tell her parents about the mission. Tell them what life in

    Starfleet was like. Tell them about the first of her hopefully many

    adventures. But that would not happen. Her parents were lost,

    presumed dead, and listed as such by the powers that be. But the

    facts did not add up. No bodies were recovered and no debris was

    found. So what the h—l happened to that transport between Earth

    and Vulcan, a corridor of space that has been traversed by tons of

    vessels for so many years?::

    ::The last two weeks were hard for Tracey. She didn`t put an awful

    lot of effort into her daily tasks and spent most of her free time

    searching for clues into the disappearance of her family. This was

    probably affecting both her physical and mental health since Tracey

    was eating little and was refraining from her regular exercise

    routine. She considered seeing Counselor Stewart but never got around

    to it. She was too busy searching through data banks and files. Time

    was the problem, and Tracey didn`t have enough of it. Tracey only had

    two weeks to get as much information as she could before going home.::

    ::Information was hard to come by however. Tracey compiled a list of

    all Federation vessels that were in sensor range of the transport on

    that day. She tried to get access to their sensor logs and crewmember

    ships logs for clues but she was hitting roadblocks. Their sensor and

    ships` logs were inaccessible. Tracey found this odd. Ship`s sensor

    and general logs are usually public domain but in this case they

    weren`t.::

    <What`s going on?>

    ::Tracey then tried to compile a list of all non-Federation vessels

    that were in the transport`s sensor range that day, but according to

    Federation records, there were none. Again a weird phenomenon. The

    corridor of space between Earth and Vulcan is usually very busy. All

    kinds of different vessels make that journey. Private couriers,

    Klingons, Ferengi, the list goes on. But there were none that day?

    All this began to lead Tracey to believe that perhaps there was some

    sort of coverup going on here.::

    ::If this problem happened to someone else, Tracey would probably

    advise that person to let it go. Allow their parents to rest in

    peace. If the Federation is covering something up, it`s probably for

    a good reason. But this hit home. This problem was her`s and she

    would not be able to go on until she had exhausted every possible

    means of finding out what exactly happened. Then and only then would

    Tracey allow her parents to rest in peace, and she herself, rest

    peacefully.::

    ::When the Hammond attained a standard orbit, Tracey went to her

    quarters, packed her data PADDS and headed for the transporter room.

    Tracey was not alone in wanting to go the surface. There were many

    other crewmembers who also wanted to transport down. Tracey had to

    wait her turn.::

    WELLESLEY: "Tracey!"

    ::The ensign stopped and turned around immediately looking a bit

    surprised. Brynn walked quickly to catch up with her.::

    TOWNSON: "Sir."

    ::Shaking her head, Brynn accompanied Townson to the airlock, who

    looked forlorn.::

    WELLESLEY: "We're on shore leave, so just ignore the uniform for

    now." ::She smiled but her face turned somber right away.:: "I'm

    sorry to hear about your parents, I know by experience it's not

    easy…" ::Her voice trailed off.:: "If there's anything I can do,

    let

    me know, ok?"

    TOWNSON: Yes Commander, Thank you.

    ::Brynn simply nodded and walked silently beside her. After a while,

    she reached in her pocket and pulled out a tiny box.::

    WELLESLEY: "I was going to wait until we returned from our shore

    leave to give you this," ::She handed the box to Townson, who looked

    all the more surprised. Brynn waited for her to open the box, which

    contained a half pip before continuing.:: "I wish I could given it to

    you under better circumstances. Congratulations, lieutenant."

    ::Tracey looked into the box. She wished that she had something to

    say. Some way to portray her gratitude, but all that came out

    was…::

    TOWNSON: Umm, uhh thank you Commander. I really appreciate this. I

    will continue to do my best to serve you and this ship to the best of

    my ability.

    ::Instead of transporting each individual to a specific location on

    the planet, the transporter chief transported everyone to Starfleet

    Headquarters in San Francisco. From there it was up to each officer

    to secure their own transportation to their various destinations.::

    ::Tracey materialized on a transporter pad in Starfleet Headquarters

    and proceeded to a shuttle docking bay in order for her to get to her

    home in Canada. There was a long lineup as crewmembers from both the

    Hammond and Ranger were there. As Tracey waited in line, her patience

    began to wear thin and she began to mutter under her breath `let`s

    go, let`s go`. She shifted her weight from leg to leg as if she had

    to go to the bathroom. Tracey wanted to get to her home quickly and

    meet up with her Uncle Sorel. She believed that that was where he`d

    be.::

    ::Around a corner, came a robed figure. The robe was black and it had

    writing down the front of it. The hood was covering the head of the

    figure. The robed individual headed towards Tracey. She did not

    notice this person until he spoke.::

    FIGURE: Ensign.

    ::Tracey turned to look. She was not able to see who it was through

    the shadows of the hood. At that moment, the individual uncovered his

    head to reveal the figure`s facial features. The pointed ears, the

    upswept eyebrows, and the short-cropped black hair. Now Tracey had no

    problem identifying who this individual was. She dropped her bag and

    ran directly towards the man. When she got to him, she gave him a

    long hug and began to cry.::

    TOWNSON: Uncle Sorel!

    ((Earth-Starfleet Headquarters))

    ::Tracey`s uniform consisted of all the normal aspects with the

    exception of her uniform tunic. That was replaced by her pastel

    colored yellow and green ski jacket. She was wearing it with the

    collar up, covering her new rank pip on her red turtleneck

    underneath.::

    ::Tracey backed up from Sorel to leave a short distance between the

    two of them. She lowered her ski jacket`s right side collar to reveal

    her new rank to her uncle.::

    SOREL: Pardon me , Lieutenant. Congratulations.

    TOWNSON: Thank you.

    ::Tracey wiped her eyes dry with the sleeve of her jacket.::

    SOREL: You don`t look too well. Perhaps you should see a physician.

    TOWNSON: No, no. I`m fine.

    ::Tracey felt much more comfortable now that she was in the presence

    of Sorel. Comfortable to the point where she felt like eating again.::

    SOREL: Very well. I have secured us a shuttle. Are you ready to

    depart?

    TOWNSON: Hold on.

    ::Tracey ran back to the line to retrieve her bag of data PADDS and

    then came running back.::

    TOWNSON: OK. Let`s go.

    ----------------------------------------------------------------------

    -

    ::The furthest the shuttle was able to go was New York City before

    Tracey had to stop and get something to eat. There wasn`t a lack of

    choice restaurants in this neighborhood, but Tracey needed something

    fast, so the two of them chose a little fast food restaurant called

    the Replideli. Tracey knew the food here was made through a

    replicator, but she didn`t care. She was starving and replicated food

    was fast.::

    TOWNSON: How`s your salad?

    ::Sorel took time to finish chewing and swallowing before answering.::

    SOREL: Agreeable. How was your sandwich?

    ::Tracey had just finished her pastrami sandwich, a staple in this

    city for centuries, and was now sipping from her cup of coffee when

    Sorel asked her his question.::

    TOWNSON: Excellent. Hit the spot. ::She patted her stomach.::

    So….What do you think?

    ::Sorel was looking over the data PADDS that Tracey brought with her,

    while eating.::

    SOREL: Your findings are inconclusive since you were unable to

    retrieve any logs from the vessels listed here.

    TOWNSON: They`re gone. I couldn`t get access.

    SOREL: I see. When we get to your house, I shall try to access the

    necessary records. While I am busy with that, you should get some

    rest.

    TOWNSON: Aye sir.

    ::Tracey smiled at Sorel, but as usual, her uncle did not reciprocate

    the action, although his mouth did move into a slight smile, but only

    for a fraction of a second.::

    ::Sorel finished his salad and washed it down with a glass of water.::

    SOREL: We should depart.

    ::The two of them left the restaurant and headed home to Montreal. As

    soon as Tracey opened the front door, she headed straight to her room

    and fell asleep in a bed she had not slept upon in years. Sorel went

    to work to try to access Starfleet records through the Townson family

    computer.::

    ((Townson Home-Montreal))

    ::The aroma of freshly brewed coffee was circulating around the

    house. The morning sun was sending rays of light through the kitchen

    window. Sorel was sitting at the table still going over data PADDS

    when Tracey entered.::

    SOREL: Good morning.

    TOWNSON: Morning Uncle.

    SOREL: I thought you might like some real coffee after so long

    drinking the replicated beverage.

    TOWNSON: You read my mind. Thank you.

    ::Tracey went to fill a cup full of coffee before joining her uncle

    at the table. She sat down at the table and stirred her cream and

    sugar into her coffee and started sipping from her cup. Her eyes

    wandered to the kitchen window. The late fall weather made the leaves

    on the trees change their colors. Some were red and some were yellow.

    It was a sight that captivated Tracey. She had not seen fall weather

    since she left for the academy. Tracey had always looked forward to

    this time of year when she was young. She used to go out everyday and

    look up at the sky hoping it would snow. Fall meant winter was around

    the corner, and winter meant ski season would begin. That same

    learned, anxious feeling came back to her and she was caught off

    guard when Sorel began to speak.::

    SOREL: It seems as if my old Starfleet security codes are

    ineffective. I am having the same difficulties as you have had in

    gaining access to any files pertaining to the transport.

    TOWNSON: Oh…oh yeah. Sorry. ::She rubbed her eyes.:: I`m still

    sleepy. Were you able to tell granny what happened?

    SOREL: Yes. I sent her a communiqué eight months fourteen days

    ago. She never responded and since I have not had the opportunity during

    that time to make my way to Earth to visit her, I can not be sure she

    even received it, or for that matter, understood it.

    TOWNSON: Then she`s still at Starfleet Medical?

    SOREL: Yes. I believe she is still a patient there. I have not

    received notice of her being moved to any other facility.

    ::Tracey`s paternal grandmother `granny` was diagnosed seven years

    ago with a neurological disorder that affected the way she looked at

    the world around her. Every now and again, she would revert and

    relive various portions of her past. She would believe that the

    people around her were people from the particular time she was

    reliving and would reenact these portions of her life as if it was

    taking place now. Sylvia Townson, formerly Admiral Sylvia Townson of

    Starfleet Command, now spent her time wandering the halls of

    Starfleet Medical with a rare disorder that affected one in a millon

    people. Although she was normal, and quite fit for her age, her

    relapses made her a danger to herself, and she was unable to make any

    trips off the facility without a chaperone. Various medications given

    to her reduced the effects of the disease to the point where around

    70% of the time, she was normal, but there was no cure. Eventually

    Tracey`s grandmother would succumb to the inevitable, permanent loss

    of knowing where or when she is.::

    TOWNSON: Maybe we should go tell her in person. Maybe she didn`t get

    the message. ::Tracey abruptly stood up.:: Let`s get ready. We`ll

    head back to San Francisco, visit granny, then go through files at

    Starfleet Command. We`ll ask around. It`s obvious we`re not going to

    get anywhere from here. Maybe even granny can help us out. You in

    Uncle Sorel?

    SOREL: It seems like the next logical course of action. Very well

    Tracey, I am in.

    ::They both prepared themselves for the journey and their day ahead.

    They both boarded the shuttlecraft and headed back to San Francisco.::

    ((Starfleet Medical))

    ::The nurse was looking at Tracey while holding a data PADD::

    NURSE: Name please.

    TOWNSON: Sylvia Townson.

    ::The nurse looked at Tracey with confusion. She was behind a desk.

    Other nurses were scurrying about behind her.::

    NURSE: Sylvia Townson is a patient here.

    TOWNSON: Yes.

    NURSE: I meant your name.

    TOWNSON: Oh. I`m sorry.

    ::The nurse looked down at the PADD and typed Tracey`s and Sorel`s

    name in it after Tracey told her.::

    NURSE: Sylvia Townson. ::She said quietly to herself.:: Ah yes. Here

    she is. ::She looked up from the PADD.:: She`s in the anteroom. ::She pointed

    down the hallway.:: Straight ahead, three doors to your left.

    TOWNSON: Thank you.

    ::Sorel and Tracey went to the room they were told to go to. The

    doors swooshed open to reveal a large room with tables and chairs set up in a

    classroom type setting. There were about 50 to 75 patients filling the seats. There

    was a man spinning some sort of apparatus with balls in it, up on a platform in

    front of the room. Tracey and Sorel asked the caregiver, who was standing at

    the doorway to point out the location of Tracey`s Grandmother for them. He

    pointed in the general vicinity of the middle of the room.::

    SOREL: May I ask, what is her condition?

    CAREGIVER: She seems fine so far.

    SOREL: We are pleased to hear that. Thank you.

    ::The two of them made their way to where Granny was sitting. Tracey

    noticed that all the patients had data PADDS that had grids with letters and

    numbers in each grid. They also had tools to mark the squares on their PADDS.

    When Sorel and Tracey arrived at Sylvia`s table, Tracey noticed that Granny also

    had the same type of PADD and marking tool.::

    TOWNSON: Granny?

    SYLVIA: Hold on.

    ::The man on the stage pulled a ball out of the now stopped spinning

    apparatus and looked at it.::

    STAGEMAN: B-5

    ::Sylvia looked over her PADD then leaned back in her seat. Tracey

    noticed there was no B-5 on her PADD. From the back of the room, someone

    yelled `BINGO`. Sylvia sat up and threw her marking tool in front of her.::

    SYLVIA: [...] it!

    ::Everyone, including Tracey and Sorel, turned to see who had yelled

    out `BINGO`. A woman, around Sylvia`s age, was standing up in the back of

    the room with a smile.::

    ::Sylvia leaned over to speak to a lady sitting next to her.::

    SYLVIA: Can you believe it. That`s Abel`s third win this week.

    LADY: Come now Sylvia. There`s no need to get all huffy puffy. It`s

    only a game. Besides, ::She pointed towards Tracey and Sorel.:: I think you

    have visitors.

    SYLVIA: Ah yes. ::She turned to look at Tracey.:: How may

    I…Tracey?

    TOWNSON: Yes Granny. It`s me.

    SYLVIA: What a pleasure to see you. How`s my little Cadet?

    TOWNSON: Granny, I`m no longer a Cadet. I`ve graduated. I`m an

    officer now.

    SYLVIA: Oh yes. I forgot. You`re on the Hammond now. How come you`re

    not in space?

    TOWNSON: We`re on shore leave now Granny. I brought someone with me.

    ::Sylvia turned to look in Sorel`s direction.::

    SYLVIA: Mr. Sorel.

    SOREL: It is I Admiral.

    SYLVIA: Well. Look at you. You look like a spring chicken. ::She

    looked back at Tracey.:: Hard to imagine that he`s nine years older than me.

    SOREL: Vulcan physiology is…

    SYLVIA: Yes. I know. Vulcans are faster, smarter, stronger, live

    longer than humans. ::She began mumbling to herself.::

    TOWNSON: Granny?

    SYLVIA: Hmmm? Ah yes. Sorry. So how are the two of you? How are

    Scotty and Cynthia?

    TOWNSON: We`re fine, but Mom and Dad, they went missing.

    SYLVIA: Missing?

    SOREL: Yes. I sent you a communiqué regarding their disappearance,

    a few months ago.

    SYLVIA: Oh yes. Now I remember. ::She turned back to her PADD to

    reset her card.:: No need to worry yourselves. They`ll be back.

    ::Tracey looked at Sorel with astonishment. She then turned back to

    address her Grandmother.:

    TOWNSON: How do you know they`ll be back? Where are they Granny?

    SYLVIA: It`s not a question of where they are but when they are.

    TOWNSON:: What do you mean Granny? What do you know?

    ::Sylvia Townson looked up at both Tracey and Sorel.::

    SYLVIA: I can`t tell you anything. I wish I can. The temporal Prime

    Directive is in effect. Please leave this matter alone. If Lt. Munroe`s

    calculations were correct, they should be back in about four to six months. When they return they will be debriefed by Starfleet Command and then hopefully, everything should be back to normal.

    SOREL: Lt. Munroe? The Entente`s assistant science officer? That was

    forty-two years ago, Admiral. How is this possible? How come I was not informed

    at the time?

    ::Sylvia abruptly stood up and gave her PADD to the lady sitting next

    to her.::

    SYLVIA: Agnes, can you take my card? I`ll be back shortly.

    AGNES: Sure dear, take all the time you need.

    SYLVIA: Thank you. ::She turned to face Tracey and Sorel.:: Let`s go.

    We can`t discuss this here. ::Referring to the BINGO room.::

    ::The three of them left the anteroom and headed for Sylvia`s room.::

    ((Time-warp – A few days later - A Ski Resort Chalet Somewhere In

    The Canadian Rockies))

    ::Tracey decided to relax for the last two days of her R&R. Dwelling

    upon her parents didn`t make any sense especially since circumstances were

    beyond her control. Besides, how often does a Starship officer have the

    opportunity to return to Earth?::

    ::Tracey`s Uncle Sorel headed back to Vulcan three days ago after

    confirming the story that Tracey`s Grandmother told them. According to Sorel, Lt.

    Monroe`s slight error in trajectory calculations, in sending Tracey`s parents` transport back to the present, from forty-two years back, had them

    overshoot their time by fourteen months. So five months and twelve

    days from now, the transport that disappeared a little over eight months ago,

    should return, if it survives the return flight. And Tracey`s parents will

    be just over five days older than they were at the time of the transport`s

    disappearance, because, according to Tracey`s granny, they only spent

    five days there.::

    ::The story that Tracey`s Grandmother told her and Sorel left

    Tracey`s head spinning. Forty-two years ago, Sylvia Townson was first officer of a

    Starship called Entente. The ship`s Captain and Science Officer (Lt. Commander

    Sorel) were on a mission off ship. Tracey`s Grandmother, Commander Sylvia

    Townson at the time, was left in charge. To make a long story short, the Entente

    answered a Federation distress signal from a transport vessel that was

    obviously Federation origin but of no design that they were familiar with. With

    audio communications only, they informed the Entente that they were heavily

    damaged after travelling through a temporal rift between Earth and Vulcan.

    Commander Townson put two and two together and ordered no further contact

    between the two vessels with the exception of notifying engineers as to what kind of equipment was necessary to help repair the transport. All necessary equipment

    was sent back and forth using only transporters. No contact with the transport

    was made otherwise. No one, including Sylvia Townson, knew who was on board the transport or when it came from, but Tracey`s Grandmother did know the

    name of the vessel. It was written across its hull. The same name that was

    written across the hull of the transport that Tracey`s parents boarded eight

    months ago. The Terrasse.::

    ::What goes around comes around. What happened in the past must

    reoccur in the future for the timeline to work out, was what Tracey`s Grandmother

    said. That is why Starfleet allowed the Terrasse to make the journey knowing

    full well what the outcome of that journey would be. The Terrasse was part of

    history, and in order to make history, it had to make it`s journey eight

    months ago. All records of the event were sealed so that no one could intervene, and that is why Uncle Sorel was never informed. This paradox left Tracey with a

    splitting headache everytime she thought about it.::

    ::Still, no one knew the outcome. Not even Starfleet. Would the

    Terrasse survive the return flight? Tracey would have to wait five months and

    twelve days to find out.::

    ::Right now though, Tracey was relaxing with a cup of hot chocolate

    in front of a fireplace in a ski resort chalet. She knew this mountain well from

    her younger days when she competed. She almost always fared well here.

    This was the last place she wanted to spend time at before heading back to the

    Hammond. Before coming here, she wrote her parents a note at home to inform

    them she was there, in case they returned, and paid one last visit to her

    Grandmother again at Starfleet Medical. But her time was running short. When she

    finished her hot chocolate, she put the cup down on the coffee table in front of her,

    took one last look around, stood up, threw her bag over her shoulder, and took

    her comm badge out of her pocket and pressed on the front of it.::

    TOWNSON:=/\=Townson to Hammond…one to beam up.=/\=

    Favourite Episode

    in Trek Discussion

    Posted

    TOS: "City on the Edge of Forever" and the "Menagerie"

    TNG: "Darmok" and that one where Picard is taken to live a lifetime on another planet.

    DS9: "Trials and Tribble-ations"

    VOY: All garbage

    ENT: I don't even watch it

    Designer Crew

    in Trek Discussion

    Posted

    Hold your hats folks. Here goes.

    Captain: Lawxana Troi

    First Officer: Q

    Helm: A Tribble

    Counselor: Worf

    CMO: Mr. Mott

    Ops: Guinan

    Tactical: Troi

    Engineer: Wesley Crusher

    Transporter chief: Barkley

    Quartermaster: Archer

    Bathroom Cleaner: Janeway

    Borg vs. Dominion

    in Trek Discussion

    Posted

    OK I think its time to give my two cents.

    I voted for the Borg. Why?

    Well, for one there just seems to be so many more of them. They are capable of moving greater distances quicker than ships using conventional warp and they can adapt to situations better than the Dominion.

    However, there may be a problem with the founders. Without physical bodies per se, the Borg may have trouble assimilating them. They are after all liquid in their natural state. Also Janeway seemed to always beat the Borg all by herself. :whistling:

    Who was in MY class?

    in Graduation Hall

    Posted

    Is there anyone out there who was in my class?

    Hmmm....?

    I trained under Y'Shirad...I dunno...years ago.

    Just a little story. The one time I trained a class, a little over a year ago, I had a cadet who originally trained with me when I was a cadet.

    Pretty weird huh?

    Trek Reading Circle: Getting Started

    in Trek Discussion

    Posted

    This can be made into a summer reading type thing. However there are SO MANY Trek books on the market, it is unbelievable. Also, for those interested, here is an updated list of upcoming books:

    Pocket Books editor Marco Palmieri on March 30 announced the tentative Star Trek fiction schedule for June 2005 through January 2006.

    The new schedule reflects Pocket Books' recent decision to only publish one mass-market Star Trek paperback per month, rather than the two that had been the norm over the past years (story). As trade paperbacks and hardcovers are counted separately, many months will still see the publication of two physical Trek books, as well as the monthly eBook-only release in the Star Trek: S.C.E. series. The full schedule, can be found below:

    June

    Articles of the Federation by Keith R.A. DeCandido

    Tales from the Captain's Table" by various (Trade Paperback)

    S.C.E. #52: Identity Crisis by John J. Ordover (eBook)

    July

    Voyager: String Theory, Book 1: Cohesion by Jeffrey Lang

    Strange New Worlds 8 by various (Trade Paperback)

    S.C.E. #53: Fables of the Prime Directive by Cory Rushton (eBook)

    August

    Vanguard: Harbinger by David Mack

    S.C.E. #54: Security by Keith R.A. DeCandido (eBook)

    September

    Vulcan's Soul, Book I: Exodus by Josepha Sherman and Susan Shwartz

    TNG: Death In Winter by Michael Jan Friedman (Hardcover)

    S.C.E. #55: Wounds, Book One by Ilsa J. Bick (eBook)

    October

    Titan: The Red King by Andy Mangels and Michael A. Martin

    S.C.E. #56: Wounds, Book Two by Ilsa J. Bick (eBook)

    November

    Voyager: String Theory, Book 2: Fusion by Kirsten Beyer

    Voyager: Distant Shores by various (Trade Paperback)

    S.C.E. #57: Out of the Cocoon by William Leisner (eBook)

    December

    Enterprise: Rosetta by David Stern

    S.C.E. #58: Honor by Kevin Killiany (eBook)

    January 2006

    Titan: Orion's Hounds by Christopher L. Bennett

    S.C.E. #59: Blackout by Phaedra M. Weldon (eBook)

    February 2006

    New Frontier: After the Fall by Peter David (Mass Market Reprint)

    New Frontier: Missing in Action by Peter David (Hardcover)

    S.C.E. #60: The Cleanup by Robert T. Jeschonek (eBook)

    In addition to the above books, Palmieri noted he is still hopeful the new hardcover Captain's Glory, written by William Shatner (James T. Kirk) with Judith and Garfield Reeves-Stevens, will be published during the last quarter of 2005.

    Meanwhile, Palmieri also reminded fans that as of March 30, Pocket Books' Starship Titan Design Contest is officially open. Through this contest, Pocket is asking fans to design the U.S.S. Titan, the new starship of Captain Riker, which was mentioned but never seen in Star Trek: Nemesis. As the adventures of the Titan will now be chronicled in a new novel-only series, Pocket is looking for a design it can feature on the cover of an upcoming book in the series. Information on the contest, as well as some background information on the Luna-class of Starfleet vessels that the U.S.S. Titan is part of, can be found on the official contest page.

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    I think that it was done with Starfleet's knowledge. Otherwise why would Starfleet have visited Darwin station in the first place? I am also curious as to what the purpose of creating such humans would be? Wouldn't creating humans who are far more advanced than normal humans lead to the ultimate end of regular humans? Not just only in this case but in any case?

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