I was curious as to what class everyone is looking forward to playing. For me its a really hard choice. Out of the 8 classes there are about 6 im really interested in. I think this might be the first MMO other than WoW where i will go really alt crazy since "supposedly" every class will have a unique story and quests.

For me, i'll probably start with either Jedi Knight or Sith Warrior, but all 4 force wielders look really cool. From what ive read there will be some mirroring from faction to faction so i'll probably wait for more info before i make my choice. Other than the force classes, i think the trooper sounds really cool.

SO what classes are you looking forward to? Since we've only really seen stuff about a couple of the classes i know its hard to say right now, but if you had to pick your first class today, what would it be?

I think mine would have to be Jedi Knight. I usually play the "good" faction (although Sith look really cool in this game).

Reason one, LIGHTSABER. I know everyone and their mom will be one, but come one.. LIGHTSABER.

Reason two, I really like the armor and gear they have shown so far. I really like that they arent limited to drab robes. For a gay man their clothes are almost as important as their skills and stats :P

And reason three, do i really need a reason 3? Their fracking JEDI. I was never really a huge Luke Skywalker fan, but i LOVED Anakin, even though he turned out to be a bit of a prick there in the end.

"Captain's log, stardate 203305.20, Admiral Marshal Palen reporting.

"We have began the maiden voyage of the USS Paladin 2, and I must admit that my initial scepticism about taking command of a Star Cruiser is slowly fading. The original Paladin has been deemed 'un-repairable' and Starfleet has decided to salvage what systems they could and recycle the rest. I must admit that the decision has hit my crew as well as myself harder than expected. She had been our shield, our sword, and our home for some time. Recycling doesn't seem a fitting end to a ship of her caliber. Computer pause"

The counsol beeped it's confirmation, as Marshal glanced over to the golden model of the Atlas class assault cruiser, his former command, which adorned his ready room wall shelf. She had been a fine ship, and he and his chief engineer had argued commands decision to scrap her. But the decision had been sound. Starfleet was pressed for able commanders and crews with the klingon war, and the borg encroachment. The amount of structural damage she had taken, had made more than one of the repair engineers shake thier head in disbelief that she had not only flown home under her own power, but had made warp 1.2 doing it. Several decks were uninhabitable, and every ounce of power not going to life support or the engines was routed to the dtructural integrity field just to hold her together. The stress fractures on the hull, when displayed on the diagnostic screen, looked like a roadmap for a major city on earth. One of her nacelles had taken a debris hit from an exploding cube and was dark, lifeless, and more than a few degrees off center. The support pylon twisted and barely holding on. Her main bridge was exposed to space, and it was a miracle that we didn't lose more lives than we did. Not casualties. 'DEATHS'. Marshal would not let the lives of the brave men and women be reduced to a statistic.

"Resume recording. The crew is adapting well to the new command, and I do have to admit that the new Nomad class Star Cruisers are impressive. Starfleet Command, gave me the honor of naming her upon her commission. It was a awkward moment when the decision was made to name her the Paladin II. Let's hope she lives up to her name. We are meeting the USS Imbrium in the Aldebaran system to test her combat capabilities. Admiral Beaston is a fine commander, and this should prove quite a challenge. End recording"

Marshals combadge beeped and his first officers voice sounded off, "Captain, we are approaching the designated coordinates, and the Imbrium is hailing us, sir"

"Very well, I am on my way."

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The door hissed open and Marshal stepped onto the bridge. The forward view screen showed his old friend and academy class mate Admiral Michael Beaston, and his first officer aboard the U.S.S. Imbrium, a Maelstrom class fleet escort, conversing quietly. Marshal approached his seat and greeted his old friend.

"Hello Michael, good to see you again. I take it the repairs to your ship went well?"

Michael turned and smiled, "Repairs would be understating the work done to her. Both nacelles, and the upper pylons had to be replaced. If you and your crew hadn't been there, I don't think we would have made it. I am sorry it cost you your ship Marshal. I know what it's like to lose a command like that. You all have the gratitude and respec of my crew, and myself"

Marshal let out a small laugh, hiding a small twinge of pain at the mention of his old ship. "You always were a bit over dramtic. So, shall we begin? I would like to see what this hunk of techno junk is capable of before we head out into hostile territory again. Need to get over that new ship smell."

"Absolutely, and shall we say, a bottle of brandy to the winner." Michael's eyebrow raised as he asked the question. The standing bet between the two men carried more stakes than a bottle of alcohol, but that was a private matter that did not need to be voiced in front of the crews.

Marshal laughed out loud a moment, "Done! As soon as the computers are synched we can begin. We will be starting at ease, as though on patrol and not expecting trouble. I want to gauge the crew reaction time with the new ship as well. You may attack at your liesure. Good luck Captain."

"Very well, and to you as well old friend." Michael saluted and the screen changed to an image of the starfield ahead, and the Imbrium turning and engaging her warp drive, speeding off into the distance.

Commander Erick Graefen looked around the bridge at the junior bridge crew, "Conditions are set and not a word of warning to the crew about them, understood?"

The officers around the bridge responded the affirmative as Erick called for shipwide coms. "This is the XO. We are about to begin a scan of the Aldebaran system to calabrate sensors and evaluate computer functionality. senior officers to station." The anouncement ended and Erick checked the display on his seats armrest. "Computer reports synch is complete, and the tac officer should not notice the lower power settings on the weapons. We are ready, sir"

Marshal took his seat, and smiled. "This should be fun."

The turbolift doors opened and the senoir crew took their stations about the room. Each officers doing a brief check of their individual systems and reporting their readiness.

The ship approached one of the sevral energy anomolies common in the region and began it's scan when the Tactical officer notice a contact on his screen. "Vessel approachng Captain, at high warp. Unable to identify as they are scrambling there IFF codes. Recommend Yellow alert"

"Yellow alert! Energize defensive fields and place weapons on standby!" Erick galnced at his display as the crew reports began coming in.

Marshal galnced at Erick and smiled. His first officer was a lousy poker player, and his call for the alert had been a little too excitable. But given recent events, the crew would more than likely overlook it. "Helm steer us into a perpendicular course with the incoming ship, bring us to half impulse. Ops, let's have a look at the incoming ship shall we. Bring it up on the main viewer as soon as they are in range. Com, open hailing frequencies."

"No, response captain."

The main viewer flickered as the angle changed, and and streak of light came to an abrupt halt revieling a sleek escort ship at close range.

"Sir, their weapons are charged and locking on!" Commander Thomas, the tactical officer, let his fingers fly over his control panel, raising shields and preparing to pour power to the weapons systems at his captains command.

"Red alert! Full power to weapons, all crew to battle stations!"

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(going to pause it here and continue on in the next episode)

((Here's my entry. I hope you all enjoy it!))

Beams of sunlight shone through the tree canopy overhead as two Starfleet officers made their way across the forest floor below. Save for the occasional chirping or mating call, the air was quiet and calm. The first officer, who wore red, was a tall Human male with an imposing build made all the more so by his thick black hair and beard. His eyes continuously scanned the area for signs of movement, while the tricorder in his hand made similar sweeps for signs for any possible threats. A shorter Human female, who had bobbed blond hair and sported science blue, kept pace a few steps behind, her eyes almost constantly on her own tricorder.

"Found anything yet, Ensign?" asked the front officer.

"Not yet, Commander. The plant that the San Francisco picked up isn't very common, even in this area. It's also small, so I have to limit my scans to a very small range to have any hope of picking up a sign of it."

Commander Mugen Tabashi did his best to restrain a sigh. They had been down on this planet for almost two hours and he was starting to wonder if this was a good use of his time. He looked over his shoulder at the younger officer, Ensign Jane Garnett. Ensign Garnett felt his eyes on her and looked up at him with some irritation, causing Mugen to look back ahead.

"Commander, if you don't mind me asking, why are you escorting me? I mean, finding this plant is important, but it also seems to be an... odd... use of a first officer's time."

That was an understatement if Mugen ever heard one. He thought this was a complete waste of his time, but Captain Sorenson had thought otherwise. However, Mugen once again was able to keep any sort of resentment or annoyance out of his voice. "As you know, this planet is home to a number of civilizations, most at the level of our Medieval period. This area is within walking distance of a several cities, and the captain thought it would be best if someone more experienced than a green security detail escorted you to minimize any possible cultural contamination risks."

Jane simply nodded and went back to her tricorder. Mugen took another glance at his, confirming once again that there were no Humanoid lifeforms in the vicinity. Mugen instinctively gave their surroundings another visiual sweep before continuing his effort to make small talk and break up the monotonous silence.

"This plant that we're looking for; Captain Sorenson mentioned it has important medicinal applications?"

"Possibly. The science team in charge of studying this planet's culture noticed that they make a salve from this plant to treat a variety of neurological ailments, and it actually seems to be effective. However, I'm just here to collect samples so that Dr. Xin can analyze them." She looked up from her tricorder and gave Mugen a smile. "So, sorry, this is pretty much guaranteed to be boring, Commander."

Mugen smirked, and was about to make a retort when Jane's tricorder began beeping. "Found something?"

"Yes... I think there may be some of what we need up ahead. And... hold on. Commander, are you reading any Humanoid life?"

Mugen quickly looked back at his tricorder. "No, not for at least 5 kilometers."

"Shrink the range and boost the power to check for weak signs. I'm picking up something very faint in the same area as the plants. It's right up ahead."

Mugen adjusted the tricorder's settings and promptly frowned. Sure enough, there was a very faint Humanoid lifesign straight ahead. He looked up and saw that there was a clearing in that direction.

"Commander, if the reading is Humanoid... it's dying."

"Stay behind me and low to the ground," commanded Mugen as he dropped into a crouch and began moving slowly through the brush. Jane followed suit, and the two moved up to the edge of the clearing, remaining behind the cover of the forest. The two slowly moved a bush to the side to get a better view.

In the middle of the clearing was a dense bed of small green plants. The plants moved every so often, and Mugen could just barely make out what sounded like wails. Jane looked back at her tricorder.

"That bed over there is made of the sample we're after. I just need a few sprigs."

"It's also where the Humanoid life sign is coming from. I don't see anyone though. Stay close, remain quiet, and move slowly."

Jane nodded and the two crept toward the bed, with Mugen keeping an alert eye on the edges of the clearing. He disliked being this exposed on someone else's doorstep. When the two were close to the herbal bed, however, their attention became riveted at what they saw. A small Humanoid infant lay naked in the middle of the bed, slowly and helplessly moving his arms and legs, which were chained loosely to pikes in the ground. It pointed ears like a Vulcan, but it also had a tuft of bright, naturally blue hair. Mugen now realized the weak wails he had heard at the clearing's edge were from this small baby. The two Starfleet officers stood horrified at the sight.

"Collect your samples," Mugen finally said in a stiff voice.

"...Sir?"

"Collect your samples. That's an order, Ensign!"

Jane gave her superior a small nod before kneeling to the ground and running her tricorder over the plants. Every once in a while she would stop at one that seemed more interesting than the others and pluck it its brothers to place it in a sterilized vial. She forced herself to completely focus on her task, if only to block out the sound of the tiny child's cries. It seemed like an eternity, though it was at most a couple of minutes before she stood back up. Commander Tabashi was still standing over the chained baby, his gaze fixed on him.

"Finished, Commander."

At first, Mugen said nothing. Jane was about to announce her status again when her superior suddenly knelt down, pulled out his phaser, and adjusted the settings.

"Commander!?"

Mugen aimed the weapon in the child's direction.

"Commander! NO!"

The phaser fired, striking one of the pikes and disintegrating it. Three more shots in quick succession and the child was free, the chains that bound it now hanging limply around him. Mugen gently scooped the child into his arms and stood. Jane looked at him in shock.

"Commander, what are you doing!? We can't take him with us!"

Mugen's voice was calm as he responded to her, though his eyes never left the whimpering baby. "So we should leave him here to die?"

"N-no... I mean... sir... we-we're violating the Prime Directive!"

Mugen was silent. Only the sound of the wind and the local animal life permeated the meadow. Jane looked at her superior with an uncertain fear; fear that he would force her to violate the sacred Prime Directive, and fear that he wouldn't.

"Are we contaminating their culture by taking the child? If someone comes and finds him missing, they'll likely assume it was one of their own people. These people probably have never even considered the possibility of aliens."

"Well, yes... but..."

"And we would be saving a life that needed medical attention, which is also the duty of a Starfleet officer, correct?"

Jane faltered and stammered. In the Academy, she'd been taught the Prime Directive was the first and foremost consideration of all Starfleet officers. She had followed it blindly without a thought. Finally, she forced herself to look at Mugen firmly.

"Sir, it would be interfering in the culture of this planet... even if it's a part of the culture we don't agree with, we can't do this. It's clearly against the Directive."

Mugen turned toward the young woman. She began to shrink under his piercing gaze before it suddenly softened.

"Your objection to my actions is noted, Ensign, and I will be sure that the captain knows so. You will bear no responsibility for this."

Jane looked at Mugen in surprise, then simply nodded. Mugen tapped his combadge. "Commander Tabashi to San Francisco. Three to beam directly to Medical." The trio instantly disappeared in a shimmer of blue light, leaving the meadow peaceful once more.

Several minutes later, Captain Sorenson strode into the Medical Bay with a very angry expression on his face. The streaks of gray hair on the sides of his head made him seem even more stern as he approached the bed that Commander Tabashi, Ensign Garnett, and Dr. Xin were circled around. Tabashi and Garnett immediately turned to face him while the Bolian doctor continued to tend to the infant that currently lay in front of him. Sorenson took one look at the patient, then glared at the two officers.

"What is the meaning of this!? You were ordered to bring back samples of a plant, not abduct the planet's children!"

The young ensign shrank as her captain raised his voice; something she had never experienced before. Mugen, however, looked at his captain firmly.

"We didn't abduct the boy. He was left in the meadow that we found the plant samples in, which Ensign Garnett succeeded in collecting. After she finished, I freed the child of the chains pinning him there and brought him back, as he was close to death. For the record, Ensign Garnett objected to my decision."

Sorenson's eyes widened. "As well she should! This is a blatant violation of the Prime Directive. I mean... do you have any idea of what you've done, Mugen!? Let alone the damage you might have just done to their culture, you've violated one of the most sacred principles of Starfleet!"

"No one was around!" Mugen responded, his voice raising to match the captain's. "Even if anyone even bothers to come looking for this boy, it's highly unlikely they'd think visitors from another planet were responsible!"

"You think that makes a difference?" At this point, Sorenson's frustration had caused him to start pacing. "We do not interfere with the cultures of developing worlds. That is rule one of Starfleet. Rule ONE. Cadets know this. I shouldn't be having to lecture my first officer about this."

Mugen scoffed. By this point, it was clear that this was no simple argument between the two highest-ranking officers on the ship. Jane's eyes were locked on the loud discussion, so she didn't notice Dr. Xin approach her until he placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned toward the Bolian, who instructed her to begin analyzing the samples she had brought back. She was only too happy for something to occupy herself, and wasted no time moving to the other end of the Medical Bay.

"So you would adhere blindly to it? Starfleet is a humanitarian fleet. We can't hide behind the Prime Directive when a situation makes us uncomfortable."

"Hiding!? Is that what you think I'm doing? The Prime Directive isn't to protect us, it's to protect them... from the consequences we can't foresee. What if this child were to have been rescued by someone on that planet, and became someone important to their history? You may have just radically altered the course of this planet's progress."

"That is highly unlikely. I believe Dr. Xin will agree with me that the child would have died within hours." Dr. Xin wisely didn't say a word and continued his efforts with the baby.

"That doesn't matter. Every planet has the right to develop without us interfering, no matter their actions. We can't be allowed to contaminate their cultures like this simply because we don't agree with them."

"So you're going to let this child die!?"

Captain Sorenson, despite himself, glanced at the baby on the bed. The silence was deafening as he looked at the child, took a breath, then returned his gaze to his first officer.

"No. I will not let the child die. If he lives, returning him to the planet now risks further contamination. No... what's done is done. The child will remain here, under Dr. Xin's care."

A smile crossed Dr. Xin's face. "Then it is my happy duty to announce that I believe the child will be fine. He is suffering from malnutrition, dehydration, and exposure, but thankfully he was brought here in time that I he should be fine in a few days." Captain Sorenson glared at Dr. Xin, and the Bolian immediately looked back down at the child. "I mean... regardless of the commander's wisdom to bring him here, I can save him."

The captain looked back at Mugen. "Are you prepared to accept the consequences for what you've done? I will be reporting this to Starfleet Command as soon as return to my ready room, and it's likely you'll be court-martialed. A career like yours... over in an instant over this child."

Mugen nodded. "I'd rather sacrifice my career than my Humanity, Captain."

Mugen's words struck Sorenson, who seemed speechless. It was at this moment that Ensign Garnett returned back to the side of Dr. Xin. "Doctor, can I see your analysis of the baby's blood?"

Dr. Xin looked at Jane with some surprise, but gave her his tricorder. Jane glanced over the readings. What she read caused her to take a deep breath and bite her lip. By this point, the other three were looking at her quizzically.

"Ensign? What is it?" asked the captain.

The young woman handed Dr. Xin his tricorder as well as her own. "The plants contained an elevated level of iron, as well as a number of compounds that are not normally found in chlorophyll-based flora. Some were chemicals that are typically only found in many of the Humanoid races of the galaxy. In fact... this plant contains a few chemical species that... are unique to the biochemistry of the Humanoid species on this planet, sir. One... one of them... is likely the reason why is hair is blue. It's the reason why these plants..." she held up a spring, "have a blue tint to them."

Mugen and Sorenson looked at the sprig. Sure enough, there was a slight blue tint to the plant. Dr. Xin looked over the readings on the tricorder and nodded, his face coming noticeably paler. "Ensign Garnett is correct. It's most likely that the plants acquired these chemical markers from the soil they grew in."

"Are you saying... this boy was part of a sacrifice... to grow these plants!?" Mugen asked in disbelief. Dr. Xin gave a small shake of his head.

"It's impossible to know for sure... but this does support that theory."

Jane looked at the small baby, who was now sleeping on the bed. His bright blue hair shone under the overhead lights of the Medical Bay. "They believed that, because of his hair color, sacrificing him to die would make those medicinal plants grow..."

Captain Sorenson looked at the child and let out a long sigh. "If that's true, they will likely return to find the child's remains missing. If they need these plants badly enough..." He turned to Commander Tabashi. "... they will probably sacrifice another child."

Commander Tabashi seemed to deflate right in front of Captain Sorenson's eyes. Sorenson looked back toward the child. "Our compassion is often our greatest asset, Commander. However... sometimes it is also our curse. The Prime Directive not only protects us from ourselves, but more importantly, it protects the developing races of the galaxy from us. It is one Starfleet's most cherished values... and it sometimes requires sacrifice from us to uphold it."

Mugen said nothing, and instead continued looking at the baby. Sorenson shook his head and walked toward the exit of the Medical Bay. As the doors opened, he looked back at his first officer.

"I'm sorry Mugen, but you are relieved of duty and confined to quarters for a gross and direct violation of the Prime Directive."

The doors shut behind Captain Sorenson. Dr. Xin motioned Jane to follow him to his office. Mugen Tabashi was left alone with his thoughts, save for a small blue-haired baby peacefully asleep on the bed in front of him.

meeowww wrote:

If not Runabouts, how about Tier 1 ships? Mirandas? Like, I could play my Klingon Tier 1 ship...

Hell yes! I would love a PvP in the T1 or T2 ships!

If not Runabouts, how about Tier 1 ships? Mirandas? Like, I could play my Klingon Tier 1 ship...

((here's my entry. Hope to see others submit theirs soon! As for the content...I have no excuse.))

“Captain’s Log: Stardate...uh...Stardate...dammit Line!” Eddie called out from the set.

“Stardate 3248.5,” called out the script-girl.

“Right...ok trying again...Captain’s Log: Stardate 3248.5: The enterprise has stumbled upon a planet surrounded by extreme time distortions. Dr. McCoy has accidentally shot up with an overdose and is running around the ship like a crazy person. Security is on full alert.”

“Spock to Kirk...”

“Kirk Here.”

“Captain, we have cornered--”

“CUT! Summer if you're on set don't smack your gum. AND PUT AWAY YOUR CELL PHONE!”

“Ugh. Yeah, no like, they're totally making me hang up...I KNOW I'm like, 'who do you think you are?'...Yeah...Oh We'll be done for lunch....Rodeo Drive? Yeah I'll have Desmond drive....I know he's so yummy, but hands off this one's mine. Ok see-ya girlfriend!” Summer gabbed into her bluetooth 'prop.'

“Let's try that again, Solek..and...don't try to put any emotion into it, just let it be dull and monotone.” the director said to Solek.

“Captain, we have cornered Dr. McCoy in the transporter room. Ensign--

“ohmygod I'm so sorry I'm late sir!” Desmond screamed as he scampered on set, tripping at the step and planting in front of Eddie.

“Oh bloody hell where have you been?” Quinn shouted at Desmond. The young man looked off into the distance and caught a wink from a tall set builder wearing a half-clasped pair of shredded dungarees.

“I was...uh...practicing lines...in my trailer and...lost track of time.” Desmond lied. Solek let out a burst of laughter from the transporter room set.

“Oh for chrissakes...Okay children listen up. If you can all stay focused and pay attention through the end of this act we can break for lunch. There's plenty of script to get through so I'd rather not revisit this crap so we can start filming tomorrow. Solek let's take it from your line...aand....ACTION!”

Captain, we have cornered Dr. McCoy in the transporter room. Ensign Ricky has him held at phaser point.”

Eddie forced his line through a slowly building fit of giggles,“Good. I’m on my way.”

“And Cut! Ok let’s move to the next part of the scene.” The director called out.

“Hey Quinn, was that good?”

“Yes Solek, you did fine.” Solek smiled stupidly at Quinn's dismissive remark. “Okay people let’s get set up for the next scene quickly; I have a 3 martini lunch I don’t want to miss.”

Eddie moved to the other set and stands outside the ‘door’ to the transporter. Turek was busy primping himself in a hand compact mirror, sitting on the steps to the transporter platform. “Tck. Ohmygod I have a pimple!”

“Here, sir, let me help...” an assistant offered, attempting to take the compact from his hands.

“STOP IT!” turek shouted, slapping the back of the assistant’s hand. “This is my compact!”

“Positions people, hurry up now!” Quinn called out on the set.” The assistant scurried off the set as Turek pocketed the makeup and stood. He tussled his hair a bit and tried to achieve a crazed look on his face. “aaand....action!”

“It’s OK, Doctor, we just want to help you...” the red-shirted actor, Akira Sulu said.

Turek went overdramatic as he lunged at the actor. “You’ll never take me alive!” The two wrestled for a moment before Turek stole the phaser from the young Sulu and fired. “Bang!”

“CUT! Turek, the script doesn’t require you to say bang, we’ll add that in later with the visual effects.”

“O-Oh ok.”

“Sir, why am I always dying in every episode?”

“Dramatic effect. I'm not paying you to ask questions so shut up and get on your back and play dead!” There was a small roar of laughter, even from Sulu at Quinn's comments. “Let’s just move on...places and action.”

Turek howled in madness before moving to the transporter controls and then standing on the platform. The door opened, showing Edgar standing there, phaser drawn. “Bones, snap out of it!”

“CUT! OK that was good enough, we can edit the bad parts out easily enough. Let’s break for lunch.”

Most of the cast sighed in relief. Turek stomped towards the buffet table, bickering about his pimple. Eddie and Solek smiled at the actor out of character. “You think he’ll ever get a makeup that doesn’t irritate his skin?”

“HA! I doubt it. How are my ears, do they look ok?”

“Sol, they’re your natural ears. They’re fine.”

“Tck, I know...I just hate this haircut...makes me look stupid, and it makes my ears look funny.”

“Ah stop your whining – we need to grab a bite of food before Turek eats it all.”

After lunch, everyone had gathered again around the set, with Eddie standing by a microphone ready to record the entry log for the next act. Turek seemed to be more subdued, having food in his stomach was helping. Solek was munching on a carrot off-set. The stench of whiskey was wafting through the studio now that the guest voice actor had arrived...drunk off his ass. Eddie began at the director's signal, “Captain’s Log...no Stardate. For us, time does not exist. A few moments after we beamed down, the Enterprise ceased to exist. Apparently, Dr. McCoy has changed the past and now it is up to Spock and me to fix it.”

Eddie and Solek moved forward towards a Styrofoam prop, shaped as a very giant circle of rock. Off-set, a rather large and bearish sized man sat in a chair near a microphone. Eddie looked around, trying to remember his line. “That’s a big rock.”

Solek stifled a burst of laughter. The line was close enough for rehearsal and the fat man off-set continued with his lines. The drawl made his speech almost gibberish. “I am the Guardian of Forever; I am my own beginning and my own end. I am not a big rock.”

Solek looked away from the camera and bit his lip, struggling more to refrain from laughter. Eddie also started to fight his own fit of giggles. “Can you tell me what happened to my ship?”

“The timeline has been altered, causing your ship and you to cease existence. You must go back and preserve the timeline. I have created a time portal that will send you back to the time where the divergence occurred.” The drawl was enough to make the whole speech sound as hokey as the structure that was supposed to be saying it. A few gaffers and assistants in the background couldn’t help but laugh. Eddie and Solek flushed a tint of green trying to hold back the laughter. Finally Eddie and Solek walked through the Styrofoam donut to end the scene.

“And CUT!” Quinn squealed. “Ok can you children please learn your lines by the end of the day? We’re filming tomorrow and I want only a single take for all of this! Where’s my vodka, I need a drink!”

In the Captain’s Quarters of the U.S.S. Exobyte Lt. Edgar Calvin startled himself to wake, even rousing Solek from sleep next to him. “Ed, what is it?”

“Oh, nothing...I just...had a really weird dream. Good lord I hope nothing like this thing ever happens.”

“Good. Now come back to sleep. We’re meeting with the Ferengi tomorrow at 0800.” Eddie smiled as he crawled back under the sheets and proceeded to drift back to sleep.

Excellent suggestions, thanks again!

Thank You, thank you, thank you!

Great music, keep it coming :)

oooh I love that idea too starseed!

I really like that idea!

I love this idea!

Maybe one day we could also do RA5 pvp in LtCmd ships. (Sabre, Excalibur, Nova)

I'm glad to have the chance to give back to the fleet. Thanks guys!

That sounds like fun, but I'd probably have a hard time as I'd be laughing the whole time watching runabouts zooming around after each other.

Loving it.

Yeeeeeah! I just bought my runabout - sounds so much fun! ^_^

I am so not a PVP person, but I would so do it in a runabout. It would be lots-o-fun. now to buy a runabout.

I wish Klingons had Runabouts. :(

But I do agree, a PvP session in them would be Fabulous to do.

I have even heard of some bored RA5 people that attemepted the CE with only runabouts, and got it to 50%. hehe

I love that idea, I might be able to out DPS someone for a change, lol.

lol, that sounds fun. I guess I'll have to go buy one and fit it.

Love the idea. I've done it before small scale, and would love to do it large-scale with the fleet!