[Transporter Room 11, Starlfeet Academy]
Ian kissed his daughters on each cheek. He didn't want to leave them, but he knew that they were old enough to understand. Besides, he should be able to visit them in a few months.
Stepping onto the transporter pad, Ian took one last look at his daughters and blew them a kiss. "Energize," he said to the chief.
Moments later, Ian materialized on the transporter pad of the USS Agamemnon.
[USS Agamemnon, Transporter Room]
"Welcome aboard, sir," the chief said. "Your quarters have been set up and are ready for you. Your luggage is already stored there."
"Thank you chief," Ian replied as he stepped down from the pad and toward the door. "By the way, chief, how long to get to our destination?"
"Well, since we have an important officer on board, I suppose we could make it in a couple of days," he joked.
Ian looked at him with a grin.
"However, if you were an admiral or something, then it would take us a week."
Ian laughed at the chief and exited the transporter room. Ian knew the Agamemnon. He had helped train some of its crew and knew a lot of the ship like the back of his hand. He continued down the hallway and to the turbolift. As he entered, there was a shout from behind.
"Ian," the voice called. Ian turned around and noticed the captain coming toward him. "You arrived early. I wasn't expecting you for another hour."
Ian shook his hand as he approached. "I know, sir. But I wanted to get on my way."
"Quite understandable," he said and pressed his comm badge. "Captain Frost to the bridge. Number one, let's get on our way."
"Aye, sir," responded the first officer.
Ian and the captain entered the turbolift and the captain ordered it to Deck 10, residential area.
[USS Agamemnon, Guest Quarters]
After a few minutes, Ian was outside the room that he would occupy for his quick stay on the Agamemnon. The captain said his goodbyes and headed back to the bridge. Ian entered the room and looked around. As promised, his luggage was already there. Even the two stuffed animals that his daughters had tied to the luggage were still there. Ian knew that the transition might be hard, but he also knew that his daughters were the ones that wanted him to go back to space. "Maybe I was suffocating them," he said aloud to no one in particular. "Maybe they're right." Ian set his duffel bag down and stepped over to the desk.
"Computer, display all current information regarding Kovar Colony."
The computer displayed the information and Ian began to read it. He figured he should know about the place that he was about to become XO of. Ian read for several hours and then decided that it was time for bed. But before he could do that, he sent a message to his daughters. Not wanting to wake them up, he recorded it first and then sent it.
"Lily, Alia, I just want you both to know that I love you and that I already miss you. Don't worry. I'll talk to you soon. And yes, you will still receive an allowance from me. And don't get into trouble. I gave your aunt a special code to contact me. I don't want her to have to use it. I love you both. Good night."
Ian sent the message and then turned in. As he lay down, he realized he hadn't eaten any dinner. Oh well. Too late now.
The following day came and went without bother and Ian enjoyed his last hours on a starship when he didn't have to do anything but relax. He knew that life on Kovar was going to be difficult. He had read that the colonists had just elected a governor. Someone to speak and act for the people.
[USS Agamemnon, Transporter Room]
Upon arrival in the Kovar system, Ian was notified and told to report to the transporter room. The captain was there to greet him. "Ian, you're going to have a rough time to start," he said.
Ian looked warily at the captain.
"But, I know that you will do all of us proud. It has been an honor to serve with you and to see you grow as a person and an officer,"
"Thank you, captain. I don't know what to say. It has been an honor serving with you as well."
The captain shook Ian's hand and patted him on the shoulder. "Good luck, Ian."
Ian stepped onto the transporter pad and looked toward the captain. Nodding his head, he waited for the beam to initialize.
"Energize," the captain said with a wave toward Ian.
[Federation Embassy, Transporter Room]
Ian materialized on the pad and looked around. The chief looked up and greeted Ian.
"Good morning, commander. Welcome to Kovar Colony. Please report to Commodore Murdock as soon as you can. Your bags will be taken care of.
Ian walked out of the transporter room and headed to the Commodore's office. Outside the office, a yeoman was sitting at a desk.
"Could you please inform the Commodore that Lieutenant Commander Ian McIntyre has arrived for duty?"
Lieutenant Commander Ian McIntyre
Executive Officer
Friday, March 24, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Sample Post (From USS Spartan - no longer active)
Ian had been in the holodeck for about an hour. He had been fighting the American Civil War and was close to changing history. He had even gone so far as to record the outcome in case historians would one day want to know how the South should have won.
Ian was in the general's tent looking over the maps of the battlefield. Suddenly, the light began to shift and change. For a moment, Ian didn't think about it until he noticed that it was the lights of the holodeck causing a problem, not the candles that were in the tent illuminating his work space.
Ian didn't think about it considering Engineering had been having several power surges over the past week. Ian continued to look closely at the map until a Lieutenant arrived.
"General," the subordinate said. "We have word that the enemy is upon us."
"How can that be?" Ian said in the accent of a southern general. "My information is only ten minutes old.
"Yes, sir," the lieutenant said. "However, Union soldiers have been spotted entering the camp."
Just then, there was the noise of a pistol being shot. The lieutenant clutched his chest and fell over. Ian went to his side, but it was too late. The lieutenant was dead. "This isn't how it's supposed to happen," he thought to himself.
Another bullet pierced the tent near Ian's head and he quickly ducked under the tent and out the other side. Men were screaming everywhere at the sound of the bullets flying. Confederate troops were trying to load weapons and fight back, but the Union army was too strong. Rather than take prisoners, however, the Union continued to kill every Confederate soldier it saw.
Ian could not believe what was going on. It seemed as if the holodeck program had been re written and the computer was dealing with all of the programming at the same time. Not bothering to sort it out and allow one true winner. The computer was malfunctioning, that was for certain, but what Ian didn't know was if the safety protocols had been removed.
Not willing to take the chance, Ian started to run the other way. The soldiers that had been under Ian's command saw him and shouted for him to return. Ian was no coward by any means. However, under the circumstances, he knew that it would be more prudent to survive his time in the holodeck .
A cannon fired from the distance landed a shell near where Ian had been running and he was knocked to the ground. It took several minutes for him to get up and he was in severe pain. Ian checked his body and discovered that he had shrapnel sticking out of his leg and was bleeding from his head. This confirmed that the safety protocols had been disengaged and Ian knew that he was a sitting duck. If he didn't exit the holodeck, he could be a casualty of a war that was not his own.
Ian crawled and slowly made his way toward the edge of the forest that surrounded the Confederate camp. "Computer, arch!" he yelled. However, the computer did not comply. Ian kept crawling hoping not to be seen by the Union soldiers that were slaughtering every man nearby.
"Computer, arch!" he yelled again. This time, though, a Union soldier heard him and started to run after him. Taking a pistol out, the soldier stopped and took aim at Ian. Ian had made it to the computer console and was in process of stopping the program when he heard the sound of gunpowder being ignited. Ian looked up as the bullet came flying toward him and his hands moved quickly on the control panel and ran an emergency override on the holodeck. The bullet disappeared in the air, but Ian was still in pain. The shrapnel did not disappear, nor did the wound to his head.
"Medical Emergency in Holodeck 1," Ian said, pressing his comm badge. This would take time to heal, but Ian knew that once he was healed, he'd be back in the war again. The war that was not his own and yet everything that made him who he was as a leader and as a person.
Ian was in the general's tent looking over the maps of the battlefield. Suddenly, the light began to shift and change. For a moment, Ian didn't think about it until he noticed that it was the lights of the holodeck causing a problem, not the candles that were in the tent illuminating his work space.
Ian didn't think about it considering Engineering had been having several power surges over the past week. Ian continued to look closely at the map until a Lieutenant arrived.
"General," the subordinate said. "We have word that the enemy is upon us."
"How can that be?" Ian said in the accent of a southern general. "My information is only ten minutes old.
"Yes, sir," the lieutenant said. "However, Union soldiers have been spotted entering the camp."
Just then, there was the noise of a pistol being shot. The lieutenant clutched his chest and fell over. Ian went to his side, but it was too late. The lieutenant was dead. "This isn't how it's supposed to happen," he thought to himself.
Another bullet pierced the tent near Ian's head and he quickly ducked under the tent and out the other side. Men were screaming everywhere at the sound of the bullets flying. Confederate troops were trying to load weapons and fight back, but the Union army was too strong. Rather than take prisoners, however, the Union continued to kill every Confederate soldier it saw.
Ian could not believe what was going on. It seemed as if the holodeck program had been re written and the computer was dealing with all of the programming at the same time. Not bothering to sort it out and allow one true winner. The computer was malfunctioning, that was for certain, but what Ian didn't know was if the safety protocols had been removed.
Not willing to take the chance, Ian started to run the other way. The soldiers that had been under Ian's command saw him and shouted for him to return. Ian was no coward by any means. However, under the circumstances, he knew that it would be more prudent to survive his time in the holodeck .
A cannon fired from the distance landed a shell near where Ian had been running and he was knocked to the ground. It took several minutes for him to get up and he was in severe pain. Ian checked his body and discovered that he had shrapnel sticking out of his leg and was bleeding from his head. This confirmed that the safety protocols had been disengaged and Ian knew that he was a sitting duck. If he didn't exit the holodeck, he could be a casualty of a war that was not his own.
Ian crawled and slowly made his way toward the edge of the forest that surrounded the Confederate camp. "Computer, arch!" he yelled. However, the computer did not comply. Ian kept crawling hoping not to be seen by the Union soldiers that were slaughtering every man nearby.
"Computer, arch!" he yelled again. This time, though, a Union soldier heard him and started to run after him. Taking a pistol out, the soldier stopped and took aim at Ian. Ian had made it to the computer console and was in process of stopping the program when he heard the sound of gunpowder being ignited. Ian looked up as the bullet came flying toward him and his hands moved quickly on the control panel and ran an emergency override on the holodeck. The bullet disappeared in the air, but Ian was still in pain. The shrapnel did not disappear, nor did the wound to his head.
"Medical Emergency in Holodeck 1," Ian said, pressing his comm badge. This would take time to heal, but Ian knew that once he was healed, he'd be back in the war again. The war that was not his own and yet everything that made him who he was as a leader and as a person.
Sample (From Richmond Valley RPG)
Taylor was sitting on the floor in her empty room. Boxes surrounded her. She had tears in her eyes. Taylor’s father knocked on the door twice and entered.
“What do you want?” she screamed, throwing her stuffed bear at him. He closed the door quick enough to allow the bear to hit it, and then opened it again.
“The movers need your boxes, honey. It’s time to go.”
After fourteen years in this house, Taylor was leaving. And she was not leaving voluntarily. She wanted to stay in the house. “Her” house. But her father had been offered a job in Washington, in Spokane, as Chief of Staff at a hospital.
Taylor’s father stepped into the room and picked up the bear. “Look, Taylor, this is a great opportunity for me. I’m going to be one of the youngest people in charge of an Emergency Room in the state. That’s big.”
Taylor, still on the floor, still with tears in her eyes, looked up to her father. “What about me? What about my opportunity? I was going to be on Varsity next year! What do you think my chances of being on Varsity at some Podunk school are? None!”
“You don’t know that,” her father interrupted.
“Yeah, well neither do you!”
Taylor’s father handed the bear back to her and she grabbed it from his hands. She slammed it hard onto one of the open boxes and placed her head on her hands, sulking. Her father stepped into the hallway and called downstairs. “Okay, you can get these boxes now.”
Taylor sat in the room and didn’t move while the men came and went carrying her life out the door. She watched, but said nothing. Tears flowed steadily from her eyes and she wiped them often to not allow the movers to see how many tears they were causing her.
When the last box was gone, she wiped her eyes one last time. She noticed that her stuffed bear had fallen from its box and was lying on the floor. She placed the bear so that it was sitting upright, stood up herself, took her purse from the floor and left the room, with the bear staring at her as she closed the door.
Taylor walked downstairs and looked at her father standing at the car. She exited the house, closing the door behind her. She got into the car without a word and her father got in as well. He started the car and the two drove off, on their way to a new life in Richmond Valley
“What do you want?” she screamed, throwing her stuffed bear at him. He closed the door quick enough to allow the bear to hit it, and then opened it again.
“The movers need your boxes, honey. It’s time to go.”
After fourteen years in this house, Taylor was leaving. And she was not leaving voluntarily. She wanted to stay in the house. “Her” house. But her father had been offered a job in Washington, in Spokane, as Chief of Staff at a hospital.
Taylor’s father stepped into the room and picked up the bear. “Look, Taylor, this is a great opportunity for me. I’m going to be one of the youngest people in charge of an Emergency Room in the state. That’s big.”
Taylor, still on the floor, still with tears in her eyes, looked up to her father. “What about me? What about my opportunity? I was going to be on Varsity next year! What do you think my chances of being on Varsity at some Podunk school are? None!”
“You don’t know that,” her father interrupted.
“Yeah, well neither do you!”
Taylor’s father handed the bear back to her and she grabbed it from his hands. She slammed it hard onto one of the open boxes and placed her head on her hands, sulking. Her father stepped into the hallway and called downstairs. “Okay, you can get these boxes now.”
Taylor sat in the room and didn’t move while the men came and went carrying her life out the door. She watched, but said nothing. Tears flowed steadily from her eyes and she wiped them often to not allow the movers to see how many tears they were causing her.
When the last box was gone, she wiped her eyes one last time. She noticed that her stuffed bear had fallen from its box and was lying on the floor. She placed the bear so that it was sitting upright, stood up herself, took her purse from the floor and left the room, with the bear staring at her as she closed the door.
Taylor walked downstairs and looked at her father standing at the car. She exited the house, closing the door behind her. She got into the car without a word and her father got in as well. He started the car and the two drove off, on their way to a new life in Richmond Valley
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