Sal Taybrim

Well, maybe me-the-writer. >.>

Not saying THIS thread has an awesome title, but a place for us to commemorate those sim titles which stand above the rest. I'll start it off with Lt. Peters: "Peters. Not Scotty."

I want to see those classes in action...

Congrats and welcome! Glad to have you guys!

Well said, Mr, Vondaryan, well said.

(( Earth - By The Docks - Shanghai )) :; Rustyy considered his options, not that he would have much control over where he was put. The lady in charge was in charge of that. He would liked to have gone off and play on the boats, not that he would have gotten much accomplished. Ship and boat engines of this era was just too much to pass up! His lips moved of their own accord while he thought of the expensive engines and the excuses he could come up with to keep them. But apparently the head of security had other plans for the smelly chief engineer. :: Sinda: Alright. Mr Hael, no offense but you have the stealth capabilities of a Betazoid bride. Plus you need clothes more than any of us and know what this tug runs off. :: Rustyy inhaled sharply, had it get caught in his throat and choked, trying to breath. What did she just say?!? He was no Betaziod bride, stark naked and prancing down some else in front of waaaaaay to many people. :: 　 :: Of course he couldn't stop and make that imagination a good one, of some pretty gal in that position. Oh no, it was like that nightmare of going to school in your underwear. Look down... Lookup... Check again... Pause... Scowl. He crossed his arms and pouted. If he didn’t know that the woman in front of him could kill him in a heartbeat he would have protested. But dieing in the 1914 wasn’t on his list of way he wanted to go out. :: Hael: Oh tay, boss lady you got’s it. Sinda: Williams, I know you have the training, but given your current disguise, I think your capture poses the greatest risk to current events. An Army officer caught stealing would generate the most attention by far, but the added authority it gives you might help in buying goods. Williams: aye That makes sense commander. Sinda: Foster and I have the best chance at remaining undetected. :: Oh she wasn’t fooling anyone! She wanted to sneak about and play just like Rustyy. And he knew it. Well not actually, but the childish mind he was blessed with was convinced of it. And now he had to go back into town to get clean cloths. If he was caught what was he supposed to do? “Hey guys sorry about all that, can we do a redo? By the way I need cloths.” Yeah that sounded like a good plan… :: :: oO Wait a minute! Oo Him and Williams would have to do some James Bond, master of disguise stuff too. Because Rustyy had no intention of getting caught. :: Foster: I have, with me, an array of hyposprays that will handily make people very sleepy and a rash of other interesting things, a selection of lovely medicines and drugs with, again, a wide variety of effects, and a laser scalpel. What about you guys? Hael: I’s’a gots a few tools. Only what’ll fit in my pockets though. Like’a handy-dandy soldering iron and a few other things. Foster: How do you power a soldering iron on 1914? ::He wondered it and it slipped out his mouth, which wasn't an unusual disease for him. His father had called it brain-mouth diarrhea.:: Williams: A weapon and some cash, enough to get some decent amount of what we need. Hael: So that be meanin’ now we gotta go back up to shore? :: Rustyy nodded, of course they would be going back to shore. For most of the adventure so far they were in some kind of limbo trying to figure out what to do. He turned the wheel and opened up the throttle some sending them back the way they had come. A little slower, just in case they changed their minds. :: Sinda: Looks that way. Put us as far away from where we were docked, though. Williams: As soon as we get close to the shore it might be wise to pedal again, sorry doctor, but the less noise we make, and the more fuel we can save, the better. Foster: For the record I hate that engine. :: Rustyy frowned and looked at the two officers. Diesel was a pretty hefty fuel, better than coal or gasoline, so using too much to get back wasn’t such a big deal. Plus everything was super cheap. Of course if Williams was being quiet to not draw suspicion, this was the exact opposite. If someone saw them, they would tattled on in heartbeat. Unless they said they ran out of fuel… But their lights were off. :: :: Rustyy barely restrained himself from pulling out his hair. What if’s were as bad as theories. And he hated those. :: Hael: :: Shrugging. :: You be the boss. :: He winked at Sinda and smirked. :: Sinda: Now there's an attitude that's going to continue right up until you set foot in an engine room. :; Rustyy smiled cheekily at Sinda before wiping it away and looking at the floor like a child. Today is NOT a good day to die. :: Williams: Give it full throttle for a minute Rustyy, then cut the engines and let’s hope we will keep up with the pedals. :: Rustyy nodded and watched the two men go down to the main dock, while he and Sinda stayed up in the raised cabin. Rustyy was more focussed on on pirate songs and full speed ahead. He just couldn’t help himself… :: Hael: Vroooom vroomvroomvroom, Waaaaaa :: In a slightly lower tone. :: Waaa-r-waaa-eeerrr-- Sinda: Hael, you know you said you needed a certain gas to kick start the warp core... :: Freeze, like a deer in headlights. He heard someone say something. He hunkered down like a turtle into its shell and looked around. Sinda! She said something… Something about a core. Was she talking to him though. He pondered, squinting his eyes. Quick kill the engines! Oops his bad. :: Hael: Yeah? :: He yelled out. That was a universal safe word. It could go anyway for anything. :: Sinda: How about I tell you where you can find a LOT of hydrogen right now? Williams: Hydrogen? Hmm, we would be more fortunate in Germany. :: Hydrogen? That wasn’t on the list he made up… But boy it would be volatile, more so than the explosives below deck. And because it was a gas it could be handled easier on from a distance rather than the more hands on with the version they started with. :: Foster: Why does this sound explosive to me? : Hael: I’m’a listenin’ to ya. :: He looked at Sinda. :: Sinda: I believe they called them 'Zeppelins'? :: Rustyy walked out to stand next to Sinda to see what in the world she was talking about. Though he wanted very much to not have to leave his new prize. it was probably the only time he’ll get to drive her. :: :: Just beyond, Rustyy saw the large oval balloon in the air. oO What the heck be that… Oo Rustyy thought long and hard about what a Zeppelin might be. But whatever it was, regardless of it being Terran made, it must not have had an interesting motor in it. Oh well, if it has what the boss lady says it does, it was good enough for him. :: Hael: I’d be thinkin’ that’ll be more than ‘nough fer what we be needin’... Foster: Oooh yeah, that looks like a deathtrap if I ever saw one. Williams: Yes, but I think this is still considered a safe craft. The Hindenburg won’t go down for another twenty years. Hael: I donno what a safe craft be, but how do ya reckon we get that there bollon and its :: Smirk :: gas.. To the ship? Williams: They never found out how but…. SSSSHHH :: Rustyy looked down onto the deck at Williams. Shh? Why Shh? He already made him kill the engines, there was much more he could do to be quiet. Unless he meant for Rustyy to close his trap. :: Williams: Navy! Be quiet! Foster: Navy? Hael: We ran outta gas and that there battery’s be dead. That ain’t too suspicious. Sinda: A patrol? Or... Williams: No doubt looking for us… Sinda: Darn. Williams: They probably can’t see us yet, but we are very close to sunset I think… Foster: Ok, how far away from the shore are we? Can we hide among other ships. And how did the navy figure out to look for us so fast? I didn't think information traveled quickly in 1914. Hael: :: Chuckled.:: A lotta things traveled fast back in them… these... days and gossip will always be number one. Sinda: Didn't you know, Doctor? Rumours are the only things to travel faster than warp 10. Williams: Its possible someone called in a missing ship already but doubt the navy would investigate. So it’s probably a patrol. Foster: Ok, maybe a stupid question, but does that Navy ship have anything we need? Hael: You sayin we gonna steal from armed folks? :: Rustyy bobbed his head side to side in thought. Not such a bad idea really. they had to be prepared for anything. Rescue missions or fighting. At least that was how it was suppose to be. :: Foster: Well, if we can get everything on a one stop shop, getting boarded might not be a terrible idea. Especially if someone can hide. Not that I especially want to tangle with them. :: The coal in Rustyy’s brain fired up, slow and cold at first, but slowly working. Sometimes, rather most times, ideas hit him in the face with a frying pan. Other times he had to think and think and think and think and think some more and then someone else would take his idea. :: Sinda: Tackling an armed and alert naval patrol would be a lot different to sneaking onto an unsuspecting ship. Williams: If we need ammo or guns it would be a nice target, but I doubt they carry much rough recourses. And I don’t know how to pull of a stunt like that even if they had all we need… Foster: Diphaline kerasodium. Tasteless, safe, and an incredibly effective sedative for humans. I was planning on spiking the grog of whatever ship we snuck onto, but it doesn't discriminate. It will put naval officers to sleep as easily as it will sailors or pirates. Just give me a target. Williams: But than it would infect us too right? Might want to think this through some more. Foster: Well you gotta drink it... just don't drink the spiked canteens. But if you want aerosol... Hael: Okay… okay, okay, okay. I think… ::Paused.:: I be thinkin’ I’s’a gots an idea. Williams: I doubt it will work, but if you guys think it does… Foster: I want to hear him out. Hael: Gimme a minute. :; Rustyy stared at the floor like it held all the answers and his lips moved like he was reading. He brought his hands up and gritted his teeth. A slow bounce made its way to his feet moving him up and down more rapidly than what the boat did. Why was it so painful to get an idea out? :: Sinda: Not sure if you're going to get much more than a minute... Williams: Might be wise to make a light before they ram us… Hael: Okay what if’n we play hurt, get that there ship ov’r ‘ere :: He sped up his talking from excitement.:: The doc hides’n there and we distract thems long enough fer the doc to knock’em out, right. Tug their boat with our boat an’ take it ov’r to them there gas balloons, pillage thems boats get the gas and leave. Then we might’n not need’em :: Pointed to the sky.:: to run no scans and save some power. :: He smiled triumphantly. Rustyy talked faster and with poor grammar. He feared if he didn’t say it all at once he would forget his brilliant plan. And a half plan just wasn’t enough. :: Sinda: Doctor? You up for that challenge? Foster: Sure am. :: They understood what he said. Rustyy figured that was all that matter. He jumped down the flight of steps, yelling while whispering. :: Hael: Ya’lls get down an’ be ready to knock them out. TBC/TAGs ____________________ Lieutenant JG Rustyy Hael Chief Engineer USS Constitution A239202RH0

((USS Stormcrow, Captains Ready Room -CRR)) ::Haz looked over the data on his desktop viewer and leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he adjusted his uniform.:: Arrhimen: Computer start and recording. Computer: Ready to record. Arrhimen: To Star Fleet Command, This is Captain Haz Arrhimen, Commanding Officer of the USS Stormcrow, Command ID number Alpha 1150Gamma 453 Bravo. As you know I have strong feelings about the Romulan threat, and your weakness and ability to not lift one finger to stop it. I now know that it is my responsibility to purge the issue for ever. I will take up the flag of the martyr. My crew and I are ready to do what is need to save and protect the Federation. I am deeply saddened that I will not live past what I have to do, if I were to live my next target would be Star Fleet Command. An American President by the name of Thomas Jefferson once said that The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. He also said that every generation needs a New Revolution. Well i say to you, here is the new revolution. Me and my crew of the Stormcrow are those Patriots and we will water the tree of liberty with green blood of the tyrants. We have lived in fear too long. We have had to many of our loved ones taken from us by these tyrants. No more... It ends today. History will remember us as the savors of humanity while our so called leaders did nothing. If you send a Star Fleet ship to try and stop us, I will count them as siding with the Romulans and they will be destroyed. That is your only warning. Captain Arrhimen out.... Computer end recording and send to Star Fleet Command and to all Star Fleet Captains. Computer: Message sent. ::Haz smiled and walked out on to the bridge.:: Arrhimen: I have sent Command a message with what we are about to do. There is no turning around now. ::The crew turned to listen:: Arrhimen: In 1519, Captain Hernán Cortés landed in Veracruz to begin his great conquest. Upon arriving, he gave the order to his men to burn the ships. What Cortés did was force himself and his men to either succeed or die. Retreat was not an option. Now we are faced with the same challenge. We succeed or die. If we die, the Romulans will when, so Retreat is not an option. ::Turing to face to First Officer:: Commander Orin, we still have samples of the Tremar plague outbreak in the sickbay hazardous storage locker. Put on an extreme hazard suit, and synthesize more please. Remember that just one drop of that will kill every person on this ship with in an hour. We are going to load them into atmospherics probes and launch them into the plants atmospheres and have the plague disperse it self. ::As she answered, Haz turned and walked back to his command chair and took a seat and looked out the view screen.:: TAG/TBC Captain Haz Arrhimen Commanding Officer USS Stormcrow ID: R238606GHO

(Earth, Sarajevo, a house) :: So, it was decided. The team would need to prevent the Kaiser from attending the parade in order to keep the timeline on track. Everyone agreed a non-lethal solution would be best; the Kaiser needed to die, but not at their hands. To that end, the plan was to drug his food to give him symptoms as though he had a stomach flu. He was sure both Jalana and Danzia had the knowledge of how to make that happen, but since Jerry was actually carrying the drugs, not to mention the only official medical officer on the team, he decided it was his duty. Although he was happy they wouldn't be causing the Kaiser any permanent harm - at least, not directly - it went against everything Jerry stood for to intentionally make someone sick. Knowing it would eventually lead to one of the bloodiest wars in Earth's history didn't make the prospect any more appealing, but it simply had to be done to prevent irreparable damage to history. The doctor did his best to steel himself and continue planning for the mission. :: Milsap: Sure, I can handle that. Of course, I'll need to get close to him, and I could always use some help. I don't suppose any of you pretty ladies would care to turn the Kaiser's head while I fix up his drink? Rajel: You could also try to get to his food in the kitchen, or be the server for it. Of course that could always go wrong and either you don't get to it, or he eats with someone else and they get the dosage. So getting close to the Kaiser himself might be a good idea. Danzia: Turning people’s heads seems to be my job on this mission. T'Mar: You have a proven track record at this point.. Rajel: ::chuckling:: Indeed. Milsap: ::nodding:: I gotta say, you certainly do have the wiles. Danzia: But I’d need more suitable clothing. Milsap: ::He looked down at his own outfit.:: Same here, I doubt I'd fit in with the Kaiser's servants looking like this. T'Mar: That seems to be the issue of the day. Now that Ian is taken care of, let's try on those clothes that we had found. Perhaps the Captain can do some sewing as suggested earlier? Rajel: Good idea. I think I have seen some sewing tools in the woman's bedroom. Let's go and I'll fix what we need. Milsap: ::chuckling:: Why am I not surprised you're a seamstress too? ((Timeskip)) :: Jerry had excused himself to another room while Jalana, T'Mar and Danzia changed their clothes, but now that Jalana was down to some final alterations he joined them again. Now dressed in a freshly tailored set of clothes he stood next to the window overlooking the street below, trying to keep a lookout for the return of the house's occupants while remaining undetected himself. Every once in a while he caught a glimpse of the ghostly reflection of the women in the window's glass. As ridiculous as the clothing of this period might seem, there was a certain charm to it. :: T'Mar: Was it ever mentioned where the Kaiser was staying? I believe that would be the first place to start. :: Jalana appeared to be trying to remember something, then slightly shook her head. :: Rajel: No, he only mentioned that the Kaiser would be there. I do assume though that we can find that information in a gossip column or something like that. Or just listen to the people outside. :: Jerry talked over his shoulder, reluctant to turn away from the window. Knowing his luck, the house's residents would return the second he took his eyes off the street. :: Milsap: Something like that definitely oughta make a stir. It doesn't seem like there's much else going on around here. Danzia: Definitely not. Sarajevo was a little bit of a backwater at the time - a major city, true, but not one in which much actually happened. T'Mar: If we can find the location, Danzia and Milsap will then need to find their way to the staff. I believe that will be the most challenging aspect of this whole ordeal. Rajel: ::Nodding:: I agree with that. Though maybe we are lucky and there is so much staff preparing and working that they won't notice the new unknown additions. Milsap: If they're preparing for a public appearance I would imagine there should be plenty of chaos. Danzia: And plenty of people that might not know each other. T'Mar: I believe the we ::looking at Jalana:: should stay close in case something goes wrong. Rajel: ::nodding:: I would suggest that we would find our way to staff as well. I remember from the banquets my father gave, that the serving staff is usually overlooked, as if they are not important enough to pay attention to, which would be what we need right now. Milsap: ::chuckling:: This is one time it would be nice to get looked down on. Danzia: We’d need uniforms. Rajel: We could of course simply ask. With the festivities tomorrow, there is usually enough to do for everyone and almost always they are understaffed. They might be grateful for the offering. Milsap: It couldn't hurt to ask. ::He shrugged.:: And if they say no, you can just sneak in like Danzia and me. Danzia: Good point. Asking might work if you can demonstrate you can do it? Rajel: ::nodding:: Yes, first find out where we have to go. ::She turned already to head to the door but then stopped and turnd around again to look at the others.:: That reminds me... Now that Ian is gone, we need a new display leader. ::She looked to Jerry.:: :: Jerry turned to face her and scratched his head. He had almost forgotten Ian was the acting team leader, although Jalana was officially still in command of the operation. :: Milsap: Hadn't thought about that. Danzia: In this day and time, a woman in charge would be noticed. Rajel: ::She looked at him in surprise, as if she had not noticed that he was the only man in the team.:: Oh really? Now that poses a little problem. Milsap: ::He raised an eyebrow questioningly.:: Oh yeah? How's that? :: She tried hard not to smirk and keep her face straight, though the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her slightly mischievious nature. :: Rajel: Well look at us Jerry. We are three women of high ranking. We can't be bossed around by a mere Ensign, can we? :: Jerry's brow furrowed. "A mere ensign"? It wasn't at all like Jalana to belittle someone like that. Besides, Ian was the leader while holding an even lower rank. He had the feeling she was up to something, but darned if he knew what it was. He decided to play along until she played her hand.:: Milsap: ::He stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded.:: Yeah, I can see how that might be a problem. :: Jalana glanced over to T'Mar, then stepped a little closer to Jerry looking at him with a stern expression. When she reached him she placed a hand on his shoulder. Jerry tensed at first, not expecting the sudden contact, but quickly relaxed again. Turned out he really didn't mind it a bit. :: Rajel: That is why I am going to promote you to Lieutenant Junior Grade with all rights and responsibilities, and into the Position of Assistant Chief Medical Officer. ::Her firmness broke and she grinned widely up to him.:: Gotcha! :: Jerry was almost too distracted by Jalana's hand on his shoulder to process her words, so it took a second for his eyes to shoot wide open. His jaw worked silently, waiting for the punchline. When none came he stammered out his incredulous reply. :: Milsap: You...you're serious? :: He shifted his gaze to T'mar and Danzia, looking for any clue that this was a put-on, but none came. He grinned widely at Jalana. :: Milsap: I don't know what to say. Thank you! Rajel: ::Reaching out her hand to him she shook it.:: Congratulations Jerry. Danzia: It’ll squeak for a while, then you’ll get used to it. :: Jerry blushed slightly, unaccustomed to all the attention. :: Milsap: Thank you, I'll do my best to live up to the rank, and the title. I have to say, you definitely know how to keep a secret. I had no idea that was coming! Rajel: Well luckily you had forgotten that Ian was a Crewman and still our leader, or I'd been in trouble. ::Chuckling, she stepped back again.:: Now let's get out of here and find the Kaiser. :: Jerry forced himself to focus his attention on the mission once more. As happy as he was about the promotion, the new rank wouldn't mean much if there wasn't a Starfleet to return to. :: Milsap: Right. Shall we go mingle with the locals and try to drum up some information? Danzia: Let’s go. Lieutenant(jg) Jerome Milsap Assistant Chief Medical Officer USS Constitution-B C239208JM01

Baylen Anders: http://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php/Baylen_Anders And everyone I nominated last month. ;-)

Arrhimen's entire speech was awesome, but I love this evocative bit the most:

YESSSS

Hello and welcome! Glad to have you with us!

It's being made by Kurtzman and Orci, the writing team behind Star Trek09 and Into Darkness, and the team behind the reboot Hawaii 5-0 I'm sorry if I'm pessimistic, but it looks like Star trek is no longer a show about social issues and a brilliant view of an enlightened future and it looks like it's going to fall into the gutter of action, whiny romance and sexual themes all gussied up to pretend to be 'drama' It might be good. But I'm not holding my breath. It looks like more of the same reboot garbage.

HAHAHAH! The lizards return!!

I'll just leave this here...

If I had to say the thing from Star Trek that I absolutely quote the most (though I know and can rattle off my favorite Garak quote by memory) my mother and I to this day quote together: Do you guys like Italian? No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. "I love italian. And so do you." Yes. Every single time before we get pizza or pasta together. We also melodramatically quote: "I. HAVE HAD. ENOUGH. OF YOU!" pretty often whenever the situations dictates. Also Spock's 'colorful metaphors' She raised me on old trek and the movies seemed to stick.

My all time favorite:

I could totally see Leo doing that... >.>

I voted yes, only because back in the day I played a game with a complex liberated Borg storyline and it worked. Well. But it takes a dedicated group of writers to harbor a storyline like that. Most people (myself included) don't love the Borg enough - or love them as bad guys more than allies - to dedicate the effort it takes to write something like that realistically.

I tried tea as a teenager because of Star Trek. My first tea was Earl Grey, hot. I like Earl Grey - though it cinnamon is no longer a favorite or a common drink. I prefer ginger black, English afternoon, cinnamon sunset or herbal infusions like Tazo's wild sweet orange. Unfortunately I started drinking less tea and more coffee when I decided to cut all added sugar from my diet. I like black coffee, but tea needs to have cream and sugar in my book. So now tea is a treat rather than the rule.

Congrats and welcome!

Congrats and welcome to the fleet!