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Dr. Benjamin Thrace
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10/11/2011 11: PM
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Rules for RP with me!
I know I know, this was a looong time coming! I probably should have
done these a long time ago, and it would have saved me a lot of
heartache. But live and learn, and now I know what I need to say so that
people won't get all all upset (Like some have) when I tell them I
cannot rp with them. So, I hope these help clear things up, and this
way I can avoid confrontations! So here they are!Rules:1.
I am a non-canon character. That means I am a true blue, 100%
original. I can do what I want, and not worry about wondering if it is
"In Character." So, don't criticize how I act or what I say, because
that is the sure fire way to find yourself deleted!2. I
will not rp with you in which we continue to introduce your character
over and over. Once, the very first time we rp together, is enough.
Please establish yourself.3. I will not rp with someone
who tries to play multiple characters at once. This means that if you
make a comment post as one character, but in that post you act as four
or five other characters, I will not respond. Pick one, make it your
main, and then we can rp.4. At no point will I sacrifice
myself, or "kill off" a character at any time. While it may seem
pivotal to the storyline, I simply will not do it, so don't expect it
or request it.5. Keep God Moding slim to nil. There are
some people with whom this is an exception, for I have rped with them
long enough that they would know how I respond. And even they know my
limits. So, don't do it. I control me, you control you. Easy right?6.
I don't like "magic," so don't try it. It gets on my nerves when people
use obvious plot holes in order to solve their problems, so don't even
think about it. Q's are an exception, because of who they are and their
overall intent. But even that is a bit extreme, so it would be best to
just ask before proceeding. I will not be entranced, spellbound, or any
other such nonsense so don't try.7. I am a doctor,
nothing else. While I do have knowledge of a lot of different fields and
areas, medicine is first. So that being said, don't ask me to take over
in Engineering or some other craziness. And with that, don't step into
my house either. If you're a Transwarp Theorist, I would be more than
happy to talk to you about it, but that is it. I'm not building warp
engine with you or any other kind of strange thing. I'm a doctor, so
leave it at that.8. I don't do one liners. Don't ask,
don't try, just don't do it. I like to read as well as write, and when
things are short and choppy it aggravates me. Para and multi-para are
great, so get it together and go with that. Just don't go crazy.9.
SPELL CHECK SPELL CHECK SPELL CHECK! Holy crap, I HATE reading a bunch
of misspelled words! One or two is fine, but a whole paragraph dominated
by them? Not on my page! There are tons of websites that offer quick
and easy spelling and grammar checks, so USE THEM! Stop being lazy! I
know I use them, so don't be prideful! Grammar, punctuation, and
correct spelling make good stories great. DO IT!10. And
Last but certainly not least....I AM CURRENTLY IN A RELATIONSHIP!!
That's right, I'M TAKEN! So you women get those licentious eyes off me!
It's not happening, no way, no how. I am not a cheat, no matter how
much you beg or whine. THE ANSWER IS NO! I am still willing to carry
on friendships with you, but that is as far as it goes. You want
something more? Tough. Read my profile, its all there. Hell, you should
read the profile anyhow just so that you know who I am! Again, see
rule 1!!!Now then, these rules are of course subject to
change as my character develops and it becomes necessary to add
things or subtract or modify, whatever the need is. I posted these to
clear things up a bit, and to stop all the angry messages because I
don't rp with people (You know who you are!!!) Now we are all on the
same page, and I hope we can do some really great rps together. Should
you have any questions about any of these rules, do not hesitate to send
me a message and I will discuss them. Doesn't mean they will change,
but I am willing to discuss them.
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Dr. Benjamin Thrace
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10/11/2011 10: PM
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When She Shall Die...
"When she shall die, take her and cut
her out in little stars and she will make the face of heaven so fine
that the entire world will be in love with night and pay no worship to
the garish sun."Ben
awoke suddenly in his bed, and listened to the silence around him. The
only sound to be heard was that of the wind whipping about the windows
of his room, the third winter storm of the season in full go. He slowly
sat up, pulled the blankets off, and slipped out of bed. The moment his
feet touched the cold wooden floor, he cringed and slipped them into his
dark green slippers. He always did that, missed them by inches, and
always received a cold reminder. He grabbed his matching house robe from
the bedpost, put it on, and made his way downstairs.The
entire house seemed frozen. It was as if his own personal winter had
sprung up inside his new home, the winter wind finding its way through
the walls and chilling the entire house to a point of morose emptiness.
Surely no life could ever exist in such a dreary place, and even Ben
seemed to think of himself as an odd sort of innkeeper of a long
forgotten English Manor. The heavy robe he wore could not protect him
from the house winds, but he still vainly attempted to wrap the dense
material about him to generate some warmth. He could not understand how
the cold had become so trenchant, since he had made sure to turn on the
heating unit before going to bed. The blasted thing is probably on the blink again,
he thought, but when he approached the monitor he saw that it had
automatically turned off. He considered turning it back on, but decided
instead that he wanted a fire, so he turned away from it and headed for
his library.The
library was smaller than he would have liked, but it certainly served
its purpose well. He had painstakingly placed all the books on the
shelves just a few days previous, but had yet to place the pictures and
paintings on the wall of the room. He smiled at the notion of how much
work remained to do in this new house before it would become a home to
him, but cringed inwardly at the thought of it. If only Rebecca were
here, she would have this place already stocked full of our things, and
feeling like a right proper place to call home. He shuddered at the
thought of her, trying to drive her from his mind. It was no use, as
this time of year often did that to him. How she had loved the winter,
had loved the holidays. The only thing she had ever asked of him was to
get the necessary decorations, whatever she requested no matter how
outlandish, and she would take care of the rest. And take care of it she
did. In a day's time, their home in France transformed from a seemingly
simple flat in the city of LaBarre into a shrine for the holiday
season. The house would exude the pungent fragrance of cloves and
cinnamon spice as she cooked and baked and overwhelmed herself with
seasonal foodstuffs. His favorite scent had been the fresh peppermint,
which she would put in the water for the tea on the first day of her
cooking. The living room would absorb the aroma, and it would linger for
days, and it would welcome him home each time he sat in his favorite
chair near the bay window. Now that smell and all the others were gone,
this new place still reeking of moth balls, and wood, and totally
grounded him in the very real sense that he was alone.He
walked to the fireplace and began the process of starting it up. It
didn't take long, since he had placed treated wood in the hearth the
other morning and a lighter nearby. With a little patience, he soon had a
nice fire going, and he walked over to the mini bar that was concealed
in a panel not too far from the fireplace and poured himself a drink. It
was then that he saw the time, and he scrunched up his face in disgust.
The clock read three a.m., and he wished he felt tired. It would be a
long day indeed for the doctor, and he was sure at some point he would
long for sleep. He turned around and walked back to the sofa, and sat
down. Once again his thoughts returned to Rebecca, and how she would
always argue that he just needed to return to bed, and eventually sleep
would come. She had always been right, but right now he could not bring
himself to follow the advice he had heard so many times in his life with
her. In fact, he wanted to be up, he wanted to think. Part of his
problem was this sudden dwelling on all things Rebecca. What was the
cause? Sure, he had always thought about her during this time of the
year, for she had loved it so, but ten years had passed since her death,
and now he found his thoughts returning to her almost as much as they
had the day after she died.Ben
rose from the sofa and crossed to the old mahogany desk in the library
and took out an old picture of Rebecca from a hidden drawer panel. He
had kept it hidden in his desk, the only picture he did not allow others
to see. Her hair had been shorter then, the dark ringlets framing her
face and making her smile all the more innocent. Her smile had always
seemed so simple, and yet so magnificent because of its graceful
simplicity. She smiled for any reason, at the slightest provocation, and
Ben remembered the time he had first seen it. The smile that changed my life,
he thought to himself as he gazed upon the picture. As enthralling as
the smile was, her eyes truly had it. Deep, dark pools of vibrant warmth
that had been so fascinating to look into. How he had fallen in love
with those eyes, how they would become alight with fire when she was
outraged, or how it seemed her love for him poured from those wondrous
portals of her heart when he kissed her. Unexpectedly the picture seemed
blurred, out of focus; and he blinked and rubbed his eyes only to
discover that he was crying. He shook his head and sat down at his desk,
and put his head down.His head
had barely touched the desk when he suddenly felt a warm hand on his
face, and felt a light breath on his neck. He knew who it was before
they spoke, but he waited for the voice anyway."How did I know I would find you here?" Her soft voice made him smile, despite the slight sarcastic tone."I
would imagine, you know where to find me because you have found me like
this before," He inhaled deeply, and brought his head up from the desk.
There sat Rebecca, on the edge of the desk looking down at him, eyes
radiant and smile beguiling. He turned in his chair and stared up at
her, taking in the sight of her after so long. She was just as he
remembered, but all the more lovely. She wore the long white dress that
had been her favorite for lounging about the house all those years ago. A
simple, flowing dress that hugged her lithe frame expertly, and had
always made Ben want to reach out take her into his arms."So,
it's that time of year again I see," She moved over to him, and picked
up the picture that he had been resting on only moments earlier."You know it, same as always," he remarked, watching her as she stared at herself. She breathed deeply, and looked back at him."I
thought you were going to get rid of this picture. You know how much I
hated my hair in it. It's too short." She ran her fingers around her
face in the picture, as if she could magically make the hair grow."I
think that is why I keep it, because you think its terrible but I
cannot find a flaw." He took the picture from her, and set it upon the
desk. Rebecca stood up then, and walked to the window. She wrapped her
arms around herself, and he watched her for a moment before finally
standing and walking to her side."I
see you returned to England. I wondered if you would ever pull yourself
out of LaBarre. I know how much you hated being there, what with my
family coming and going in the house after I was gone." She didn't turn
to face him, and he did not need to see her face to know a smile was
there. Instead she kept her eyes on the falling snow."That
is not true, I loved France, and I loved LaBarre. But you are right;
your family was beginning to make me a bit batty. Your mother wanted to
come over each day and cook for me, and your brother absolutely refused
to leave me alone on the weekends. He insisted on dragging me to every
little night club he was familiar with." Ben crossed his arms at the
memory, but he heard her begin to laugh."Find
that funny do you?" He turned to her, arms still crossed. She faced him
finally, the laughter still evident in her smile. She placed a hand on
his chest, and moved closer to him."You
must not be angry with Philippe, he was trying to do you a favor, and
they love you." She kept laughing, and he smiled at her as he wrapped
his arms around her."They are not
the one I want. I want you, I miss you so much." The laughter was now
gone, and she stared up at him. She didn't speak, but instead took his
arm and pulled him over to the sofa. He sat down, and she curled up next
to him, tucking the hem of her dress under her toes."Well,
fill me in on all that has happened since we last spoke." She was
smiling again, and though he didn't want to change the subject, he
couldn't help but give in to her request."Well,
I have returned to my research, finally attempting to cure all the
universe's diseases like I said I would when we met. I am finally
settling into the routine of this new life, and I now have things
running pretty smoothly with the medical facility. Not to mention, I
just bought this gargantuan place, and I still have my work cut out for
me with renovations and unpacking everything. But I love it, and slowly
but surely I am getting comfortable here." His sudden sprightly demeanor
did not convince her, and she could tell he was not being completely
forthcoming."Ben, I know there is
more to it than that, and you know that your professional life is not
what I wanted to hear about. You have always been able to work in spite
of whatever personal things were going on with you, and you have learned
to hide it well. But you can't hide it from me, you never could. Stop
trying to evade me and just tell me what is going on." Her mellifluous
French accent pierced him, and despite his love of it and her, he felt
his anger rising."As if you don't
know. You say you know me so well, and yet you want to go through all
this. Why? Don't you see that I don't want to? I just want to sit here,
and stare at you and think about you." He reached out for her hand, and
interlaced his fingers with hers."Ben,
you can't hold onto me forever, and I can tell that you grow tired of
this. Every year you trudge out that old picture of me and stare at it,
and reminisce on things that can never be. You persecute yourself, and
now I can sense that you are close to a new happiness, and yet you chose
to be hard on yourself. This year you have been harder on yourself than
any other. Never have you sunk to the depths you have this year, and it
is that more than anything else that tells me something is different.
What is it? Have you met someone? Are you in love?" Her eyes were
attempting to bore into him, as if she could search his heart herself
and glean the answer."YES DAMMIT
YES!" His outburst was so sudden, and it frightened him. "At least, I
don't know. I have met someone, and she is....well, she is wonderful. Each
and every time that we are together, I find myself longing to be closer
to her, to hold her just as I once held you. But when we get close, I
feel that I am hurting you, and not being honest with her. I just don't
think that I am ready to be with someone else." He closed his eyes, his
head suddenly throbbing and sweat beginning to form on his head. The
realization of the feelings he had for someone else abruptly seemed to
come crashing down upon him, and he felt as though he may break under
their weight. He could not bring himself to look at her, but soon he
felt her touch his face with her soft hands and bring his head down to
rest on her shoulder."Ben, how
long did you expect to mourn me before you finally began to let go?
Honestly, this is natural, and thoroughly to be expected. You should not
want to be alone, no one should. I would not wish that on anyone,
especially not on the man I love." She stroked his hair, and continued
talking. "Ben, I love you, and I always will you know that. But I am not
here to be with you, I cannot be, and you cannot waste your life
waiting for something that is never going to happen. You need to move
on. This new person could be who you are looking for, who you need.
Perhaps you can both be the rock the other needs in their lives.""But
I don't want another rock! Rebecca, you were supposed to be it for me.
All my life I wanted nothing to do with anyone. I was so proud of being
able to do things on my own. But when I met you, and the way you helped
me to attain my life goal, I just knew that I was supposed to be with
you. I feel so guilty all the time about you, and I don't need another
thing to feel guilty about. Already just thinking about someone else
makes me feel as though I am betraying you. Do you know how much my
heart hurts to think about you? To think of all the things we will never
get to experience together?" He turned away from her once again, and
crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby bookshelf. Once again she
came to him, and wrapped her arms around his waste and leaned on his
back."Do you remember the night
you proposed to me? What you said? You said that no matter what, you
would be there for me, that you would do all you could to make me happy.
You also said that you did not believe that you were worthy to be with
me, and that you would spend the rest of our lives together doing all
you could to be worthy of my love. Well Ben, follow through with that.
Just because I am not here anymore does not mean you cannot still be
worthy of my love. I want you to be happy, just as happy as you had
wanted me to be, and I want you to have that happiness with someone in
your life. You want to be worthy of my love, to be worthy of the faith
that I always had in you to be the honorable upstanding man I met all
those years ago? Then let me go. Let me rest. Put those old pictures
away, and don't take them out anymore." She
walked around to face him, and he leaned down and touched his head to
hers. She was crying softly, the tears beginning to fall down her face.
He cupped her face in his hands, and lifted her head to look in her
eyes."Ben, let
me go. Don't do this to yourself, not anymore. You're slipping, and I
am afraid you won't be able to come back again if you let go. I promise
it is alright. I am fine, and you need to move on." She brought her
mouth to his and kissed him, and he kissed her back gently, not applying
much pressure but holding her lips to his. A tear began to roll down
his face, and finally she pulled away, slowly freeing herself from him."I
love you....so much. I am so sorry for what happened, so sorry that I
could not save you. It should have been me." Tears began to flow in
earnest from him, and she outstretched her hand to wipe some of them
away."I know you love me, so do this for me....please. Let me go Ben. Just let me go."Suddenly
he awoke. He had fallen asleep at his desk in the library. He looked
around quickly, almost expecting to see Rebecca there. The fire was
beginning to die out, the room becoming colder and colder as each ember
dimmed. He became aware of a hot wetness on his cheek, and realized he
had been crying. He wiped his face and looked down, to find himself once
again staring at the picture of Rebecca that he so cherished. He picked
it up and wiped it off, then slipped it back inside the desk drawer. He
rose slowly, his bones creaking from the cold and having sat in a
position for so long, and made his way back upstairs.
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Dr. Benjamin Thrace
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10/11/2011 10: PM
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Personal Log, Doctor Benjamin Thrace, Stardate 62900.5
I think my stay at the Fleet Admiral's house is at an end. I have
come to realize that despite my feelings about her....for her, I cannot
stay here. I suppose it is my own fault, really. I feel I have crossed
the line, allowed my professionalism to be compromised. I really
thought that she was beginning to feel.......well something for me, but
it seems all I arouse in her is anger and trepidity. This is simply
something that I am not used to. I have never really been good at
putting myself out there, at being close to someone, and for the first
time in a long time I finally felt that I could be close to someone. So
many times we shared moments, great times with one another, but we
whenever we seemed close to any kind of fundamental breakthrough, we
would revert to arguing and criticizing eachother. It has gotten to a
point where I cannot see a need for us to continue to be in the same
place anymore. I know that she has been depending on my medical
expertise to cure her current illness, and I will do just that. My work
will not be impeeded in any way, and I can continue my work from either
my new home or at Starbase 231 where I still hold my position as lead
researcher. Perhaps a break from each other would be just what we both
need in order to really achieve our respective jobs.
But it is more than just my want to continue my work unhindered that
makes me seek this......separation. I have never met a woman like her,
so strong and yet so fragile. She puts so much stock in her her job,
how she is viewed, that sometimes her professional objectivity
overshadows her personal one. She has grown so accustomed to things
being a certain way in her life that she cannot imagine a change, in
which she may actually have come to depend on someone. Not that I can
blame her. My own issues with relationships is probably more at fault,
for I continue to hold back. There is so much about me that she simply
does not know, and yet I cannot seem to break that barrier in order to
really connect to her, to let her in. I want to, gods know I want to,
but for some reason I cannot. You know, if Rebecca were here she would
say I was just being too pig-headed to open up, that I am allowing my
past to influence too much of my future.
She messes me about in a way that I would never have imagined. There
are nights when I cannot seem to sleep without dreaming of her, or that
my day is simply not complete without seeing her and that wonderful
smile at least once. But she seems to have thought other thoughts about
me. The last of my things are being moved as I make this entry,
although I am leaving a fully stocked medical carrier for her personal
use. There may be times when I am unable to get back to her to get her
the medicine she needs, so in this manner she can make up the proper
dosages. I have shown her how to do it on several occasions, and I have
left explicit instructions as well. I am confident she will acquit
herself of this task well, but should she need my, personal touch, she
knows how to reach me.
I have just been informed that my final belongings have been
transferred to my home in England. I am now officially.....moved out.
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Dr. Benjamin Thrace
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10/11/2011 10: PM
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OOC: Something I was thinking about one night...
You know, the more I think about it, the more I am convinced that what I battle everyday is loneliness. I
spend countless hours each day running about attempting to find things
to occupy the hours, from work to group functions, to sports teams, and I
as rapidly approach the day when I will lose one of those forever, I
realize that loneliness is creeping up on me once again. I don't think I am the only one. It
is quite possibly the one thing that we all have in common. We get
older, we make friends, we have intimate relationships, and it is all so
that in the end, we have someone with us during the good and bad times. There are those people who say they are proud to be alone, and find many ways to justify this notion. They
find clever words to hide the loneliness, find ways to express a sense
supposed sense of independence that are supposed to make those that have
someone feel jealous. I know, because I was one of these people. I
used to (and still do on occasion) make fun of my friends who were in
these long and involved relationships, their constant battles, and their
drama. I always told them their
relationships were far too much trouble then they were worth, and I was
so glad that I depended on no one.
But then the other night, I awoke at about three a.m., and when I rolled over in my bed I was once again greeted by a wall. There
was no other person, no young woman that I was fervently in love with;
no soft breathing to remind me that someone loved me back. There was just a wall. I stared at it for quite a while, the faint lines from the paint brush still quite evident in the moonlight. It
was in that moment that I realized how hollow those words of
independence and self-reliance were, and how lonely I really was. Sure,
I have friends and a great family, people around me who would do
anything for me and vice versa, but at three a.m., when I wanted nothing
more than to hold someone and tell her I love her, I had a wall.
So, what is all this about? You
know, I am not sure. I am getting older, and while I know many would
fervently remind me of how young I am and how much time I still have to
find that one person that I am meant for, I cannot help but look at the
way my life is now, take stock all that I have and all that I have
experienced, and not recognize the possibility that I may end up, alone. How can one even begin to prepare for a life like that? Sure
there are women around me that I talk to, that I am interested in, even
one that knows of my feelings for her and returns them. But
as much as I care for her, and as much as I know that she wants to be
with me, still I cannot shake the feelings of loneliness. She is quite far away now, and we do not talk that often anymore. I had expected this to happen, that as time passed that distance would be too great for us to conquer. Perhaps
it was that initial defeatist attitude that sabotaged any advancement
for us, and once again it only serves to reinforce my thoughts of how I
shall end up.
Of course, I can always lose myself in my friends. I have a great many of them, and I am quite social. I love meeting people, talking, interacting, and experiencing new things with them. I
have many friends now that are as close to me as any family member, and
some I have known for so long they are practically family. Will they be there, all of my life, ready to stand by me and help me whenever I need them? Of course they are. We have forged relationships that could never be challenged or broken, and for that I am grateful. And
I have met new people who, while months ago our relationship started as
nothing more than a simple diversion to help me ease a little college
stress, who now I cannot wait to talk to each night. It's great, meeting new people and experiencing all this with them, and I look forward to each new minute.
But at the end of every night, at the end of every dinner, every conversation, I return to my wall. It is solid, it is bare, it is beige, and it reminds me every night that I am alone. I fall asleep, wake up, and again am greeted by this wall. For the longest time I knew I hated that wall, but I could never figure out why. It
has done nothing more than shield me from the outside elements, warm me
when I was at my coldest, and provide me with a place to think and
reflect. But the hate came on anyway, and it is only now that I am
realizing that the wall is not my problem.....the loneliness is.
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Dr. Benjamin Thrace
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10/11/2011 10: PM
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Medical Officer's Log, Stardate 62818.6
My continued research into the disease that plagues Fleet Admiral
Janeway does not go well. While I have isolated the illness, I have yet
to determine its cause or a way to cure it with any definition. While I
cannot name specifically what it is she suffers from, it can best be
described as a type of white blood cell overload. All the white blood
cells of her body seem to be in a state of hyperdrive, their production
level way above normal. At a first glance, one would think this
increase indicative of a bacterial or parasitic infection, but at this
point I believe there to be more to it than that. I believe, that after
the initial infection, the bacteriophage responsible for that inital
stage may have altered the nuclear DNA of her WBC's sending them to this
hyperactive state. Normally they would have returned to baseline
levels, but this disease seems to thrive in the mass numbers.
There are a few things that concern me: One is her eosinophil count.
Eosinophils are responsible for responding in the event of a parasitic
invasion, so they would naturally be the first ones infected. This of
course would explain their high numbers, but now the percentage of
Eosinophils in her blood have risen to dangerous levels, and I cannot
stop it. The average human eosinophil count is about five percent, but
hers is currently fourteen percent. This high percentage is
troublesome, simply for the fact that upon degranulation of eosinophils,
they release an array of cytotoxic cationic proteins that damage the
surrounding tissues. Too many of these could lead to her death.
Another thing that bothers me is her NK or Natural Killer cell count.
These cells are normally the regulators, making sure to control cell
production by killing the cell before it becomes a problem.
Unfortunately, I can find no NK cells in the Admiral's body, and this
lack of cells is extremely troubling. Somehow, I must find a way to
stimulate NK cell production without continuing to stimulate the
production of her other WBC's, and I must isolate the bacteriophage or
parasite responsible for the original infection or else my work would be
for nothing.
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Dr. Benjamin Thrace
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10/11/2011 10: PM
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Medical Officer's Log, Stardate 57921.4
Recently I have begun research into the mysterious illnes that
currently plagues Fleet Admiral Kathryn Janeway. I became acquatined
with her ailment only a few weeks previous and the following log entries
will document my attempts to save her life.
The patient's inital symptoms are: joint and muscle pain, lack of
apetite, fatigue, sensitivity to light and touch, and an increasing
sensitivity to heat. As far as can be determined at this point, no
physical representations of advanced disease have occured (hair loss,
tumors, leisons, sores, etc...) but as the patient is now absent it is
hard to acertain if these manifestations have not begun.
Before the patient left, I was able to obtain several blood samples
from the Admiral, and though they are now several weeks old, they still
provide the best information. I am convinced that the answers to all
this lie in the blood, and I am attempting a full histiological workup
at this time. I can only hope that the disease does not mutate or
rapidly increase in productivity while the Admiral is gone, and that the
cure I develop for her will still be viable.
Preliminary testing shows that the Admiral's leucocyte production is
quite low, with Eosinophils and basophils showing the least in
production in her body. Her neutrophilic count however, is alarmingly
high, and I can only hope this is not the end result of some
anastomosing tumor that has now branched to her lymphatic and endocrine
system. Systemic linkage on this magnitude could lead to a more severe
form of disase that would be near impossible to treat. Wherever the
Admiral is, I hope she takes good care of herself. At last report, she
was using B-12 vitamin injections to supplement her energy loss, but the
virility of the disease has probably made this stop gap measure futile
by now. My first series of tests should be completed in the morning,
and I shall make a full report of findings after the analysis.
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Fleet Admiral Janeway
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10/11/2011 04: PM
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General Orders and the Omega Directive
General OrdersGeneral Order #1 (PRIME DIRECTIVE)As the right of each sentient being to live in accordance with its normal cultural evolution is considered sacred, no Starfleet personnel may interfere with the normal and healthy development of alien life and culture. Such interference includes: introducing superior knowledge, strength, or technology to a world whose society is incapable of handling such advantages wisely. Starfleet personnel may not violate this Prime Directive, even to save their lives and/or their ships, unless they are acting to right an earlier violation or an accidental contamination of said culture. This directive takes precedence over any and all other considerations, and carries with it the highest moral obligation. General Order #2 No Starfleet personnel shall unnecessarily use force, either collectively or individually, against members of the United Federation of Planets, their duly authorized representatives, spokespersons, or designated leaders, or members of any sentient non-member race, for any reason whatsoever. General Order #3 The sovereignty of each Federation members being respected in all things, Starfleet personnel shall observe any and all statutes, laws, ordinances, and rules of governance currently in effect within the jurisdiction of a member planet. Violators of such ordinances will be subject to such punishments or corrections as shall be determined by local governmental bodies. General Order #4 If contact is made with hitherto undiscovered intelligent life forms, under no circumstances shall Starfleet personnel, either by word or deed, inform said life forms that worlds other than their own exists outside the confines of their own space. General Order #5 In cases of extreme emergency, Federation special representatives are empowered to assume emergency powers to deal with a condition or circumstance that is deemed hazardous to the welfare of Federation citizenry. Within the scope of these emergency powers, duly authorized civilian personnel may assume temporary command of Starfleet vessels and/or personnel to deal with the emergency. Starfleet personnel must submit to their authority for the duration of the crisis. General Order #6 The request for emergency assistance from Federation citizenry demands unconditional priority from Starfleet personnel. Such personnel shall immediately respond to said request, postponing all other activities. General Order #7 No Starfleet vessel shall visit the planet Talos IV under any circumstances, emergency or otherwise. This order supersedes General Order 6. Any transgression of this general order shall be punishable by death. General Order #8 Upon sighting a warship within Federation space and identifying it as belonging to a foreign power, the commander of the Starfleet vessel shall determine the reason(s) for that craft's presence in the vicinity. If there is conclusive evidence that the vessel has a hostile intention, the Federation vessel may take appropriate action to safeguard the lives and property of Federation members. In such cases, the commander may use his discretion in deciding whether to use force to disable the hostile vessel. However, care should be taken to avoid unnecessary loss of sentient life. General Order #9 No commander of a Starfleet vessel, military or auxiliary, may grant political asylum to any individual without first being given express permission to do so by a representative of the Federation government. General Order #10 If there exists eyewitness testimony by senior officers or similar verifiable evidence that an individual has violated the Prime Directive, said individual may be relieved of duty by a duly sworn representative of the Federation government and placed under immediate arrest. The governmental representative shall then take such action as he deems necessary to minimize the results of the violation. General Order #11 Starfleet officers with the rank of captain or higher are granted full authority to negotiate conditions of agreement and/or treaties with legal representatives of non-Federation planets. In such circumstances, the acting officer carries de factor powers of a Federation special ambassador. Any and all agreements arranged in this manner are subject to approval by the Commander in Chief of Starfleet Command and the Secretary of Starfleet. General Order #12 Federation officers may violate Neutral Zone areas as designated by treaty only if such action is required to save the lives of Federation citizens under conditions of extreme emergency. General Order #13 Except when orders state to the contrary, Starfleet personnel will respect the territorial integrity of independent planetary systems and governments, and will not violate territorial space belonging to such worlds. General Order #14 Starfleet personnel may intervene in local planetary affairs to restore general order and to secure the lives and property of Federation citizens only upon receiving a direct order to do so from a civilian official with the title of governor or higher. General Order #15 No officer of flag rank may travel into a potentially hazardous area without suitable armed escort. General Order #16 Starfleet personnel may extend technological, medical, or other scientific assistance to a member of a previously unrecognized sentient species only if such assistance in no way compromises the Prime Directive of the security of the Federation or Starfleet. General Order #17 Starfleet vessel captains are to consider the lives of their crew members as sacred. In any potentially hostile situation, the captain will place the lives of his crew above the fate of his ship. General Order #18 Upon being accused of treason against the Federation, Starfleet personnel may demand a trial conducted by the Federation judiciary. If the individual is acquitted, Starfleet Command shall have no further legal recourse against the accused in said manner. General Order #19 Except in times of declared emergency, Starfleet personnel may under no circumstances convey personnel or material between planets or planetary systems when there is reason to believe that said personnel or material may be used to conduct aggression. This order applies to independent worlds within the Federation as well as to Federation members. General Order #20 Officers and personnel of Starfleet Command may employ whatever means necessary to prevent the possession, transportation, sale, or commercial exchange of sentient beings being held against their wishes within the boundaries of Federation space. General Order #21 No Starfleet personnel, either officer or enlisted, may offer his services to an independent foreign government without the express authorization of the Federation Assembly. General Order #22 As the rights of individual expression and free discourse are considered sacred, Starfleet personnel may debate the policies and decisions of their governmental representatives privately at any time, to the extent that such discussions do not violate their command oath or specific duties to the Federation per these General Orders or Starfleet regulations. General Order #23 When verifiable proof is presented to the senior commanding officer of a Starfleet vessel or post that a Federation representative may currently be acting or has acted in the past to violate the Prime Directive, the officer may relieve said representative of office, and then assume the full powers of that office pending a full investigation by government officials. General Order #24 If a commanding officer deems that an individual or group of individuals pose a threat to Starfleet personnel or Federation civilians, he may take any action deemed necessary (including the use of force) to secure the safety of those threatened. General Order #25 Civilian and military personnel taken into custody by Starfleet personnel during times of extreme emergency shall be accorded proper treatment consistent with rank or station, insofar as such treatment does not compromise the security of the Federation or Starfleet. General Order #26 No member of a ship's complement or other ground-based installation can be held directly accountable for the actions of their superiors. Similarly, no member of a ship's company or other Starfleet personnel will share in disciplinary measures taken against the commanding officer(s) if said individuals were not directly involved in the actions leading to disciplinary measures. This order extends to conditions involving proven violations of the Prime Directive; where proof of such violations exist. General Order #27 No member of Starfleet shall be required by the assignment of standard duties and responsibilities to undergo extended separation from his family if family members can be reasonably provided for aboard ship or as a part of an existing Starfleet installation. General Order #28 No officer of command rank shall be removed from command status unless such action has the complete and unqualified agreement of at least three senior officers present. Whenever possible, such officers shall include the ship's First Officer, Chief Medical Officer, Counselor, and one junior officer of command station. General Order #29 The primary responsibility of the commander of any Starfleet vessel or installation is the welfare and safety of his crew, including any civilian members. No action may be taken that creates an unwarranted threat to the safety of those individuals under the officer's charge, except in the line of duty and when otherwise unavoidable. General Order #30 Starfleet Command recognizes the right of each ship commander to interpret the specifications of the Prime Directive as he sees fit, consistent with the conditions of other existing general orders in effect, and based upon circumstances that may arise in dealing with newly discovered sentient races. General Order #31 The conditions and specifications of the Prime Directive shall henceforth apply to all sentient life forms discovered, whether they are of natural or artificial origin. General Order #32Except in the case of an extreme emergency, no Starfleet commander is authorized to order his ship to travel faster than Warp Factor Five without express permission from Starfleet Command. The Omega Directive Briefing The Omega Directive was created to deal with a threat not only to the Federation, but to the entire Alpha Quadrant; and indeed the whole Galaxy. Starfleet named the hazard the Omega molecule/particle phenomenon. It was first synthesized over 100 years ago (during the mid-22nd century) by a Starfleet physicist named Ketteract. The molecule created was the most powerful substance known to exist. A single Omega molecule contains the same energy as a warp core. It has been suggested that in theory, a small chain could sustain a civilization. It is not known whether Ketteract was searching for an inexhaustible power source, or a weapon. He created a single molecule particle of Omega, which lasted for only a fraction of a second before it destabilized. His work was done on a classified research center in the Lantaru Sector. Ketteract and 126 of the Federation's leading scientists were lost in the accident. Rescue teams attempting to reach the site, discovered an unexpected secondary effect. There were subspace ruptures extending out several light years. To this day, it is impossible to create a stable warp field in that sector. It can only be traversed under sublight power. This is the danger of the Omega molecule. Omega destroys subspace. A chain reaction could devastate subspace throughout the quadrant. Space-faring civilization would no longer exist, and many lives would be lost in space. When Starfleet learned of this impending danger, it suppressed all knowledge of the Omega phenomenon. Only Starfleet Captains and Federation Flag Officers may view this document� Article 1 Starfleet Captains and Federation Flag Officers must ensure the safety of the quadrant from the Omega threat. To this end, whenever sensors positively determine the presence of Omega in a ship's vicinity it will enter "Omega Protocol." Doing so locks all navigation, sensor, tactical and propulsion systems. Only the ship's Captain, or a Federation Flag Officer can release the Omega lockout. Access to sensor data retrieved on the Omega effect is limited to Clearance Level 10. When Omega has been verified, the ship's captain will contact Starfleet Command immediately. No information may be relayed to the ship's crew. All other priorities are rescinded until the threat is neutralized. The prime directive may be compromised during such a mission, if necessary. Blatant abuse of this power will be prosecuted to the fullest extent using all other Starfleet Directives. If violation of the prime directive is even minimally anticipated, it is authorized and advised. If Starfleet Command cannot be contacted for any reason, the primary priority is the destruction of all Omega molecules detected. There will be no computer record of the sensor logs, and Captain's/Captains' Personal Logs must be either encrypted or deleted.Article 2If Starfleet cannot be contacted the Captain may share information of the Omega Molecule. Only the senior officers of the ship and/or Starbase may help in the destruction of the dangerous molecule.
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Daydream {MCRP}
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10/09/2011 03: PM
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Sorrow
Name: SorrowAlias(s): NoneSex: MaleRace/Species: Fallen angelAge: UnknownBirthday: UnknownSign: UnknownFamily: NoneBirthplace: ParadisoOccupation: NoneHeight: 5'10"Weight: 161lbsEye Color: BrownHair: BlackWeapons/Equipment: NoneAttributes: UnknownBio: Sorrow was once a beautiful angel. Blessed with holy power, he was tasked as a guardian to humanity. Over time, Sorrow grew to hate mortals for their weakness and frailty. He became arrogant and shirked his duties. His negligence caused the deaths of hundreds of mortals that needed his protection and received none. Ashamed and disgusted by what he had done, the Lord bestowed upon the maximum punishment. He was stripped of his station, his powers were taken from him, his wings were forcibly removed, he was forced to bath in the blood of all those that had lost their lives because of him, and finally, he was cast out of heaven and made mortal. Shamed and disgraced, Sorrow now walks the Earth as weak and feeble as the humans he had come to hate, never allowed to return to his holy land.Theme Song: The Bird and the Worm by The Used
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Daydream {MCRP}
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10/09/2011 06: PM
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Gabriel Wolfheart
Name: Gabriel WolfheartAlias(s): NoneSex: MaleRace/Species: Flame LycanAge: 24Birthday: Doesn't rememberSign: Doesn't rememberFamily: Doesn't remember.Birthplace: Doesn't rememberOccupation: Jack-of-all-trades workerHeight: 5'10", 10'(in wolf form)Weight: 174lbs, 586lbs(in wolf form)Eye Color: AmberHair: AuburnWeapons/Equipment: Two revolvers and a chain whip.Attributes: Werewolf, pyrokinesis, marksman, hand to hand fighter, tracking expert, enhanced strength, agility and senses, free runner.Bio: Gabriel's past is a mystery to him. His first memory is of waking up naked in the middle of the forest with claw and bite marks on his body. When he wandered into the nearest town for help, he was shunned and abused. That same night was the night of the full moon. The next morning Gabriel woke up in the town square covered in blood and with bodies of the townspeople strewn about the streets. Shortly after Gabriel discovered two things: he was a werewolf and he had pyrokinesis. He had no idea what the connection to the two was until he researched the history of lycanthropy. Turns out, there were more to werewolves than getting hairy and howling at the moon; some had special abilities. Gabriel discovered that he had been bitten by a Flame Lycan, a race of werewolves that were said to have total control over fire. Knowing what he was and fearing what might happen, he set out to try and control his new powers. In time he opened up a jack-of-all trades shop and did odd jobs for a living. He does his best to lead a peaceful life, but every so often, trouble finds him and when the full moon shines, Gabriel makes sure he is nowhere to be found.Theme Song: Monster by Skillet
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Daydream {MCRP}
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10/08/2011 08: PM
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Zanmato
Name: ZanmatoAlias(s): The Demon Warlord
Sex: MaleRace/Species: Greater Demon
Age: As oId as time
Birthday: None
Sign: None
Family: NoneBirthplace: JapanOccupation: Warlord
Height: 10'11"
Weight: Unknown
Eye Color: None
Hair: None
Weapons/Equipment: Cursed katana and wakizashi.
Attributes: Master of Kenjutsu, Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Taijutsu, Batojutsu,
Summoning, Shape-shifting, master strategist and tactician, master swordsman.
Bio: An age old demon spirit of war and destruction, Zanmato has become a
name all who wage war fear. As the daimyo of his own village in the mountains, the village of
Kurotsuchi, he raised his own army for one purpose: to unite Japan under his banner. Now, in the age of warring states, Zanmato and his army marches against the armies of Tokugawa, Toyotomi, and Nobunaga.Theme Song~ Signal To Noise by Peter Gabriel
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Daydream {MCRP}
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10/07/2011 10: PM
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Night
Name: NightAlias(s): NoneSex: MaleRace/Species: SpiritAge: Over 600(looks to be around 20)Birthday: October 11thSign: VirgoFamily: Master(deceased), adoptive brother(now his enemy)Birthplace: UnknownOccupation: ShinigamiHeight: 5'9"Weight: 165lbsEye Color: SilverHair: WhiteWeapons/Equipment: Scythe, crucifixAttributes: Combat expertise, intense spiritual power, master of light magic, expert in all other forms of magic, ability to ferry souls of the dead.Bio: People always wondered where they went when they died. Truth be told: they didn't really go anywhere...not right away. The souls of the dead need a guide to help them to the other side. The living call them angels, and that would be pretty close, but they prefer to be called Shinigami. Since the dawn of time, the Shinigami have led the souls of the dead to their respective places of eternal rest. For the last six hundred years, Night has carried on this same duty. Trained in the Shinigami arts by his now-dead master, Yojimbo, Night is considered one of the greatest Shinigami in Paradiso. His only equal would be his adoptive brother, Kane, who some time ago, betrayed his brother and left Paradiso to spread chaos. To this day, Night still ferries souls from the world of the living while still trying to stop his brother's reign of destruction...and hopefully save him from himself.Theme Song: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning by Smashing Pumpkins
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Daydream {MCRP}
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10/07/2011 05: PM
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C.G.D. #6
Name: C.G.D. #6, Alexander Sauer
Alias(s): None
Sex: MaleRace/Species: Human/Machine
Age: 36 before assimilation into mechanical body.Birthday: December 22nd
Sign: Capricorn
Family: DeceasedBirthplace: Pheonix, ArizonaOccupation: Law Enforcement Officer
Height: 7'2"
Weight: Approx. 2,000lbs
Eye Color: None
Hair: None
Weapons/Equipment: Missile launcher, grenade launcher, photon cannon, electric dynamo, GPS transponder, jet booster, grapples, cryptographic sequencer.
Attributes: Former U.S. Marine, body made of steel, infiltration, hacking, master marksman, expert combatant
Bio: Alexander Sauer, was once a well known, respected,
loyal, and greatly
admired U.S. Marine. That was before the accident. In the year 2214,
Alexander was reported dead when the base of operations he was posted at
was blown up by a radical terrorist group. The real truth is, Alexander
managed
to survive the explosion but barely and was taken to a secret hospital
owned by the C.I.A. His body was severely burned and even if he was able
to continue living he would need to be in intensive care for the rest
of his life. One day the C.I.A. came to his room and made him an offer.
Alexander would be able to continue serving his country and be given the
tools to do so. Alexander, being a valiant U.S. patriot, eagerly
accepted. The next day Alexander was signed onto the C.I.A.'s new
project to create the ultimate peace keepers, the unit known as the
C.G.D., Cybernetic Guard Dogs. They removed Alexander's brain and
heart and integrated them into a mechanical body that would act as his
peace-keeping weapon, and life support system. Alexander was the
sixth subject of the project and now, in the year 2224, serves his
country as C.G.D. #6.Theme Song: Iron Man by Ozzy Osbourne
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Daydream {MCRP}
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10/06/2011 11: PM
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Rules & Guidelines{Please read if you intend to rp with me}
I welcome any and all that would like to rp. I ask only that you follow my rules and guidelines while doing so.~Make sure your spelling is correct. I won't rp with you if you type like a grade schooler. I don't care so much about grammar since I sometimes struggle with it as well, but if your spelling and sentence structure is bad then don't expect me to rp with you.~I like rps that have a sense of fantasy to them. This means elves, ghosts, angels, vampires, lycans, etc.. I'll do a real world rp, but I tend to do a little better with fantasy ones because it increases the amount of story devices I can use.~No god-modding. This one should be pretty obvious. Don't go making your character invincible if we fight in our rps. It isn't fun and I will not bother with someone who can't play fairly. I've had an experience with an rper who did this. I axed him from my friends list and blocked his ass.~I will do a sexual roleplay as long as it's tasteful, no overly vulgar language is used, and as long as it's not the only thing we do. If there's no plot than I won't bother. I'm not here to sex chat with anyone.~Do not try to control my characters. For example, one rp I was in: our characters were fighting and he has the nerve to say that he completely cut off my character's arm and that I ran away in fear. Don't do this. No one likes it.~Do not try to completely dominate the rp. The rp is meant to be shared by two people. Each one should have an equal amount of control over what happens. If you try to take complete control over the rp and leave nothing for me to do but simply respond to only your rules, I will end the roleplay, delete you, and block you.~I do not do homosexual romance rps. I am not homophobic, I'm actually an avid supporter of gay rights. I say this specifically because I'm not gay and in the past some of my gay rp friends have gotten the wrong idea.~No one-liners. They are a sign of the rp going stale. I want at least 3-4 sentences in every reply I receive while role playing.~I will do a roleplay that takes place in any universe. I may have a character I tailored to a specific universe, but I am more than willing to use them outside that universe.~I will reply to you when I can. Do not hound me for replies. If you see that I am online and I am not replying to you, I am probably away from the computer and forgot to sign out.~If you get bored with the rp and want to drop it, please tell me so. Do not just stop replying and ignore it; I find that to be very rude.~ If you add me, then my expectation is that you did it to rp with me. If not, then whatever. If you want to be just another number, then that's what you will be, I have no problem with that. Just expect me to do some subtraction at some point.Follow these rules and we'll get along just fine and I promise to make rping with me an enjoyable experience.
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Luffy
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09/27/2011 02: PM
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Rules
1. If you add me, talk to me. If I add you, I'll talk to you, maybe send a starter. 2. Unless we're discussing rp, I'll be talking to you as Luffy. 3.If you're a One Piece character, please let me know where you are in the anime/manga/live action. This will prevent spoilers. 4. No rl drama! Rp is meant to destress from that. 5. No godmodding. You won't like the results. 6. I do rp fighting (I even have a playlist marked "battle"), but please refer to rule #5. 7. I answer every message and comment. If you don't hear from me in more than 7 days, let me know. My message may not have gone through (site crashes >_<). 8. I do para and semi para, and expect the same of you. One liners are okay IF we're in conversation. NO one or two word replies ("yup", "oh really?", etc). Doing that is a waste of my time, because it makes me feel like I'm rping alone, which is boring as hell!" 9. Luffy is in this for adventure, not sex. So no erotic rps!! Anyone even trying to get into his pants will be deleted, blocked, and if you really piss me off, reported!
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♰:Ascarion Cyrus Hawkmoon:♰
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