Holodeck 1

[Admiral Charan Taylar]

This is for the crew for the crew of the Aryes to post on in a holodeck. Have fun everyone.

[Darius Larson Weslynes]

::darius his short red hair standing and full spike sets his green eyes on the holodeck terminial accessing the security training porgrams flipping thru menu selections and finally settles his mind in a progressive step up process. starting with standard shake downs and ending with a full combat scenerio looking over the systems as the doors open standing at the ready in the simulator awaiting the first challange. His mind wanders to his services and duties with the aryes and his recent injuries on the Frontier shaking away the images that distracted him in the first place as he walks thru a basic weapons search on a human then a ferangi: "bomputer advance to confrontational situation beta" :head starting to clear as the andorian approaches knife drawn over his head and at the ready stepping to the side twice tangling the Andorians feet in his locking back hearing the knee reak smiles snatching the weapon from the man holding it trained and ready at his throat. Smiles as the andorian yields placing his hands behind his back :target detained advance to the romulan : this one knocks out of a slide down in the ceiling not expecting it takes Darius by surprise tossing him to the ground his mind now fully focused on the life threatening situation the womans face driven from his mind still hearing anothers voice deep in his mind knowing his thoughts were not centered: "screaming fils the holodeck:reaching for his phaser kicking the romulan in the ribs tossing him clear sntun blasts filling the arena as the romulan turns to fire. Darius dives kicking the disruptor clear of the romulans hands tapping the phaser up to kill blasting again as he rolls clear of the romulan kicking finally discharging the kill shot right between the eyes :

"computer kllingon battle sequence" :Darius eenenters the arena his mind focused and clear even his new friends voice out of his mind now sweat beading down the collar of his service uniform rolling down his enjigns ranks breathing heavely this is where he was happiest where he was in control where nooneelses thoughts or boilogicial stimuli could or would touch him.:

::he would remain in the simulator firhting the klingon incursion the rest of the afternoon fighting supressing and dominating his situation :

[claramarie]

Clara walked in the Holodeck and asked,"computer please Rocky Mountains Colorado area."She watched as the room became a clear pasture on the side of the mountains.The pasture was just above the tree line so a cool breeze swept across her face.Smiling she sat down closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the wind.She let this gentle scene take her away as she meditated and let all her concerns wash away.

[Darius Larson Weslynes]

:: making his way into the hologrid standing in the empty diminsionless room for several minutes lost in his current thoughts with his head still down and absently ::"computer program Larson beta 3 gamma Di Vincis workshop. ::chuckling slightly as the grid changes to Di Vincis italian workshop drawings and diagrams of great flying machines tanks all of his imagination and atttention to detail brought out in this. very well loved simulation. Darius would slowly approach the master sculptor: "good morning maestro I should hope you,ve been keeping my sketches and charts" ::flashing a wink the meastro would smile:"" your secrets safe with my Mr Larson as always they are there on your work bench " "but of course"

:with that Darius would assume his wrok bench under the eyes of the masters close observation and input carefully chipping away at the stone form work and checking his diagrams from time to time paying attention to the quality and detail chipping with hammer and chisel at every angle.

finally filling in the last details fur hair teeth chisseling out a huge grin and comicial little hands.
Darius would stand back and look at the diagram and again at the soft soap stone and smile
the same grin on the newly carved monkeys face. : "computer save carved monkey and replicate then save program and exit" : smiling he would then see the grid return to flat 2 dimensional live scoffing at the emptiness he would collect the smiling monkey with his hands high over head and return to his quarters ::

[claramarie]

Clara entered the Holosuite and asked,"Computer Ode To Joy."She looked as the room became a symphony hall.Clara sat on the floor as she often liked.She waited and watched the Maestro tap his music sheet.He raised his hands and she listened as the music slowly started softly and began the crescendo getting louder but still soothing.She listened as a man began to sing opera along with the music.Clara's face brightened to the many sounds that came into her ears.Pleased she waited until the end letting the whole of the music consume her.finally she stood,"Computer end program."

[claramarie]

Clara entered the Holosuite and asked the computer
"Ancient Tibet 18th century Monastery.She was suddenly in an elaborate and beautiful building with monks in their robes walking praying or meditating.She sat down on the floor and closed her eyes.She focused on the ancient chants and let her mind flow with them.She was not a Budist but she felt the environment helped her wash away negative feelings.Clara sat listening for hours,but to her it seemed like minutes.She silently stood walking out of the Temple,"Computer end program."

[claramarie]

Clara walked into the Holosuite.She checked the programs to make sure the computer had enough tranquil programs to satisfy her needs for her relaxation classes.satisfied she did she exited the room.

[jayp2309]

:: Sitting in the brand new casino, the pair-o-dice club, at a blackjack table drinking straight russian vodka, he motions for the courier to cash the last $100 that he won. He wonders if he could save the program so the next time somebody ran this scenario, they wouldn't be broke. :: Dealer shows 10, I have 20 :: hit me :: dealer lays down an ace and starts throwing a fit ::

What kinda blackjack machine are you boy? nobody I know's got luck like that. Aw i dont even like this job, I QUIT!!! :: the dealer flips up a poker table, spilling chips, drinks, and cards all over the floor:: I'll show you, just you wait!

::J'Den Tried not to laugh and succeded but still, a hologram just quit his job and threatened him with violence. They notice his ears, which isn't normal of holodeck programs. He takes his glass and walks out of the casino onto Freemont street, The Strip, antique motorcars drove down slowly, newspaper delivery children drove bi-wheeled carts down the street, and every one of them has their own unique personality.

He just noticed that he had stolen the casino's glass when it shattered instantly in his hand. Looking to the left, he saw a man with a handgun, as he was pushed away he heard :: STOP POLICE!!! :: he looked to the right and there were 2 policemen after the gunman, it was the blackjack dealer. The police aprehended him kicking and screaming. All I did was shake my head and move along to the next casino ::

[claramarie]

She walked into the Holosuite and asked the computer for a beach Gulf coast Florida.The floor became white sand and the water a pretty aquamarine.Taking off her robe she slowly waded into the warm water and let the waves crash into her.She was still thinking about the number of marines coming to her office.Since it was confidential he had only herself to rely on.she hoped the waves would wash her mind free but that was not happening.She waded deeper and began to swim.Realizing a peaceful mind would not come ,she swam to shore.Computer end program.

[jayp2309]

:: J'Den walks into the Aryes holodeck. As he looked back and forth, he thinks that this is the best holodeck in the fleet. He hasn't been to the Terrasect or the Vindicator, but he had to be objective. The response times were better. He could actually smell the Klingons in the crowd. He took off his jacket and his vest and puts his firearm holster around his waste :: Computer, full safties, except downrange ::He grins, and the computer beeps:: acknowledged. ::J'den pulls his weapon, a non holographic Sig Sauer P229, he checks the mag in the pistol and his spares, he probably won't need them.

He's takes His rifleman's vest out of his bag. 4 Powerpacks, 4 R93 mags. He also pulls out of his bag a beaut. An antique Sig Sauer R93, already loaded, bot nobody had to know that, he's planning on shooting off all the ammo he had brought, and he had the athourity to replicate more, but in modern times, the good old type 3 hand phaser is simply more efficient. He takes the rifle to his sitting position, he is the only one on the range, the audience is the "unofficial" starfleet review for officer projectile firearm carry. He unfolds the rifle's bipod and flips the lids off the scope.

The computer speaks "This rifle range is set for 500 meters, There is only one kill zone on the torso, there are 20 independantly scored zones on the head. The targets will appear one at a time. They will be moving and obstructed."

:: he waits patiently for the computer to count down from 3,2,1, mark. He pulls the slide up, back and forward chambering a round. He looks through the scope and there's a jem'Hadar shrouded, hiding behind a rock, he sights, fires and watches the Jem'hadar, missing an eye, appear on the ground :: Instant kill, 10 points. Next target.

::he sights a borg, fighting Captain Sowren hand to hand. He sights and fires, hitting the borg in the left side of his forhead, presumably his cortical array. :: Instant kill, Ten points, Final Target.

::a large building appears, about 200 yards ahead of him. He looks up from his rifle and he sees a ferengi with a long range disruptor pointed at the road. He sights him right between the eyes, holds position and gently squeezes the trigger. The Ferengi falls off the balcony and lands flat on his back in the road ahead.

The computer sets up a gel silouette at 30 meters, He pulls his pistol, sights, and fires all ten rounds into the head of the target. The composite showsall ten rounds in the forhead in a grouping of four inches, except for one bullet, right in the neck::

Computer, save results and submit them to Starfleet Command and General Weslynes. ::computer:: saved and submitted ::J'Den heads for the arch. ::

Computer end Program

[warbladeuf]

Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC> a little
training session in the works?
DravenV004: Tac>Yes indeed actually, Im
getting ready for the clan sword
competitions back on the homeworld
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: as the door
slides open:TAC> sounds fascinating
theres so little on your culture in the
data base i'd love to study it sometime
::overlooking the frozen competition
field:
DravenV004: Tac>well thats because Im still
waiting for our historians to send some files
over so I can place them in the ship's library.
We have been cut off from the outside for a
while now, due to difficulties in our past
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC>
understood: observing the scene in
front of him quietly
DravenV004: Tac>::taps a couple of buttons
on his wrist computer and begins upload of
the bat'telk competition, making sure all
parimeters are loaded correctly. He double
checks the specs, parimeters, safety
functions,
DravenV004: and everything finishes
compiling
DravenV004: Tac> Lt Darius, if u have any
questions that you would like to ask me
about the Bladians feel free to do so
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: wit the
program paused Darius walks around
a simulation of warblades homeworld
observing the peoples style of dress
even the smell of the air
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC> a
slightly sulferic environment intresting
:quirking an eyebrow:
DravenV004: Tac>oh the sulferic environment
is where a young boy goes to begin his quest
to manhood
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: TAC> the
atmoshpere is slightly diffrent in the
room is that just the place or your
species atmoshheric requirements?
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:TAC> and
this competention has something to do
wit hthe beginning of that qquest?
DravenV004: Tac> its just the place where
the quest begins, most young men of my
race return to the beginning for training and
inspiration
DravenV004: Tac> the air is slightly sulferic,
but not alot, I think the computer is having a
rough time with translation
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC>
:chuckles a little: they can never quite
get the small of some flowers exactly
right on betazed either
DravenV004: Tac> The sulfer is from Mount
Telk, the rivers of molten lava are used by
the young boys to forge their first swords
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC> and the
sulferic environment has its own
qualities i'm sure the carbon monoxide
and toxins in the air would create a
slightly halisonegenic effect i'm sure
like a native americian dream quest
DravenV004: Tac>precisely
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> TAC> and the
swords the ore is dug out from the
surrounding mountian as well
DravenV004: Tac> yes that and sometimes
the mined ore is handed by father to son
before the quest
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC> very
grounded and wholesome people
about the only thing handed down from
father to son in betazoid society is
advice :shakes head: most of it bad
advice
DravenV004: Tac> The air will be a bit rough
at first to breathe Lt, I do have a special
mixture for u to take if u wish to use it
DravenV004: Tac> With my people Lt most
of our traditions and history is handed down
thru the years. We only started recording it,
the last 300 yrs or so
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC> oh i'll
need no mixture when the air hits me i
want it to be full force experience it just
how you do
DravenV004: Tac> Understood, you are
brave, one of the trainers at the academy
went in, thinking it wasnt gonna be for real,
and we had to beam him over to sickbay
right away. Some of the things u see in this
exercise will bring your senses
DravenV004: to the limit, let me know what
you think of it
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC>:oh of
course i've seen alot of things in my
time warblade and i''m sure this will be
another experience all together
DravenV004: Tac>::runs one more
adjustment and reloads the codex for the
system, finishing the program
DravenV004: Tac>::his eyes flash black and
red as he thinks of the quest he took during
his youth to prove his manhood, not evening
realizing that Lt Darius would definitely
notice that trait of his::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: always the
keen observer Darius watches
warblades eyes flash as the program
starts to take its final form the acrid
smell of sulfer cutting into his lungs as
he breaths deeper calming himself
quietly allowing his mind to wand
Darius1 Weslynes: ((cont)) wande
rwarblades mind seeing in detail the
little pieces that wer replicated and the
little pieces implied thru heritage and
culture almost making himself
assimilate to the baldian scene and
culture
DravenV004: Tac>Welcome to Mount Telk
Lt Darius, even though this is a recreation,
you are the first outsider to see the Mountain
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>TAC> its a
fascinating place ensign thank you for
sharing it with me :smiling breathing in
the slightly sulferic air deeply the back
of his mind lost inside warblades
thoughts reasoning everything as
usual:
DravenV004: Tac>::walks over to the metal
disk with ancient writing on it, and strikes it
three times, a High Priest and his acolytes
walk out from the cave and bow to both
Blade and Lt Darius. the Priest speaks in the
bladian tongue and
DravenV004: Tac> ((cont)) Warblade
translates what he is saying
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:Darius listens
on nodding at the priest acolite and
warblade observing the customs:
DravenV004: Tac> The priest is explaining
the importance of this mountain and why the
young men of our world have been coming
here for years. The quest for manhood has
begun for the young men over there ::points
to the memorial stone::
DravenV004: Tac> ((cont)) For us, we will
begin the exercise by following them and
then it will jump to the main ledge of the
mountain.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:nods taking
note of the stone its texture carvings
and details mentally photographing
every inch of terrain:
DravenV004: Tac>:;starts running after the
young men, his eyes flashing again, he feels
his blood race thru his body, the quest has
begun again, and he smiles at the challenges
ahead::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: still breathing
the vaporus sulphoric fumes heavily as
Darius races down the cliff side after
warblade buckling down into an all out
sprint following the younger men:
DravenV004: Tac>::he turns around and
tosses Lt Darius a sword, "You will need
this"
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: catches the
Sword one handed turning to balance
the weight of the blade slightly dancing
over the rocky surfaceTAC> thank I
appreciate that:breathing the vapors
deeper forcing his mind into warblades
culture:
DravenV004: So are you ready to continue
Darius?
Darius1 Weslynes: of course warblade
right where we left off works fine with
me
DravenV004: Computer continue program
Darius1 Weslynes: :smiles watching the
simulation continue still chasing hot on
warlades heels:
DravenV004: ::Blade is running up the side of
the hill, ash and brimstone are flying out of
the mountain, he runs from side to side to
avoid the falling debris. He then sees ahead
2 warriors armed with axes, they block the
road ahead.
DravenV004: So he draws is sword and goes
for the demon xcumme strike, slicing the arm
on the warrior on the left
Darius1 Weslynes: ::Darius lightly tiptoes
racing thru the ash and debris ::pulling
aside and dropping the scabard on the
sword squaring off on the warrior to the
right :
DravenV004: The warrior on the right swings
his axe, Warblade smirks and dodges the
axe but wasnt fast enough, the axe nicks his
arm, cutting his uniform and his arm, drawing
a tiny amount of blood
Darius1 Weslynes: Darius spins to the
right aviodin the katana drawn but just
barely the trim of the blade guard
wraps pu pwit hthe other fighters and
darius pushe the man into thecliffs
face:
DravenV004: ::the warrior on the left
charges at blade, swwinging the battle
axe in fury, Warblade comes up under
his left arm with the sword slicing thru
his underarm thru his shoulder, the
warriors arm falls to the ground, the
warrior drops
DravenV004: to his knees, screaming in
pain, and blade takes the creature's
head clean off
Darius1 Weslynes: ::darius leans in with
the tip of his sward using it like a javilin
bearing into the warrior on the right of
the passage aiming for what he hopes
is the creatures heart pressing him into
the wall breaking thru the sturnum and
spine:
DravenV004: ::looks over and smiles,
Daruius has made his first kill in the
exercise, maybe there is hope for him
yet::
Darius1 Weslynes: :;spinning bck to his
left and onto the Path Darius continues
up the passage cliffs :smiles back :
that should show those fuzzy
little..:muttering to himself :
DravenV004: :;He turns back and runs up
the trail, racing toward the path he must
take, he leaps across a river of motlen
lava, he quickly dips his sword in the
lava, pulls it out and taps it on the cut on
his arm. He screams and laugh
DravenV004: at the sametime from the
pain of searing the wound shut, wonderin
if he made this a bit too reall, but the
rush feels so dam good
Darius1 Weslynes: :;smirks tracing in
blades footsteps up the trail jumping
the lava pit reveling in the feeling of the
kill and the recent excitement fanning
out thru the low scrub lands and
clearing away any brush on the trail
with his sword
Darius1 Weslynes: in quick swiping
movements:
DravenV004: :Blade runs right into a cave,
and finds 4 lizard type hunanoid
creatures battling in the cave for food.
They turn to him and lunge, Blade, steps
thru and stabs the first one in the gut
with his sword, and spin kicks the
second one
DravenV004: into the other two, the first
gets up only to have his taken by Blade,
who then in turn sticks it on the sword of
the creature, showing it off to the other
3:
Darius1 Weslynes: :darius cuts right and
up the passage some discovering
asmall grouping of bear like creatures
all fighting over the body of a younger
man injured but sitll very alive drawing
his sward he squares off on the three
bear creatures
DravenV004: ::his instincts tell him to kill
the other three but it wouldnt be any fun
for Darius, but then he sees that he isnt
there, so he begins slaying the other 3
lizards, he laces into each one,
dismembering them every step of the
way
Darius1 Weslynes: Stabbing one in the
back kicking it sharply in the shoulders
and jumping over it pulling the blade f
ree as the second bear claws down his
chest making a deep gash in his
uniform and hest bearing down he
quickly removed the second c
Darius1 Weslynes: creatures head using
that momentium to bury the tip again
back into the third bears face:
DravenV004: the blood of the lizards
decorates the cave as Blade laughs, feeling
the rush of the trial, he cant wait for the
actual tournament. He hopes Daruius isnt
too badly banged up cause the final stage is
coming soon
Darius1 Weslynes: ::helps he younger
warrior to his feet after turnin the bears
into bloody chunks and dusting the
young man off sending hin on his way
slapping his back wit hthe flat of his
blade and tracking blade to the mouth
of the cave: "that wa
Darius1 Weslynes: was greusome"
DravenV004: ::He drags the lizard carcass out
of the cave, laughing and throwin its body to
the ledge below, and looked over to see that
Darius was right below him
Darius1 Weslynes: :;laughing right along
with blade enjoying himself breathing
regulated and calm again:
DravenV004: ::He looks down and says
"enjoying the trials of the quest Darius?
Cause it gets a whole lot bloodier from here
Darius1 Weslynes: :;smiles that evil grin
the gash on his chest open slightly
bloodied and a little bruised from his
trip wit hthe bears: "enjoying
everyminute of it : a strange gleam in
his eyes almost like a bladian in the
ash and cinder lights:
DravenV004: ::He smiles looking down at him
"oh one more thing u might wanna take care
of that wound, the parimeters in this exercise
are real, what do u think the last line of
codex was for?
DravenV004: the last line was my command
code releasing the safey locks, its the only
way I can train for real for this tournament
Darius1 Weslynes: ::breathes a little
heavily: ojh of course i can handle it i
fought in the dominion wars :stooping
to cut tehe wound a little with the razor
edge of his service knife gutting one of
the bears nd quickly spinning out his
inards makin
Darius1 Weslynes: a fine gut thread and
stitching the wound closed in a great
jagging z joined to a few more that look
older than he is :
DravenV004: ::Warblade leaps off the ledge
of the cliff and lands across the other cliff, he
runs down the side, getting ready to get to
the next platform
Darius1 Weslynes: ::moves into position
following blade sliding down the hill:
DravenV004: ::He takes the dive off the next
platform to the ring of fire. He waits for the
ultimate challenge to begin::
Darius1 Weslynes: ::darius comes to a
stand still making eye contact with
warblade to determine if this is a place
he can go as well::
DravenV004: ::He senses Darius' hesitation,
so he signals for him to come to the ring
Darius1 Weslynes: :;smiles and jumps
into the fire ring with a bloodlust roar :"
glad you'd have me here i understand
this must be the challange the arena is
about" ;leveling his weight and shifting
his sword hand :
DravenV004: ::he smiles and nods at Darius::
First comes the test of strength, :;two pillers
raise out of the ring, holding large stones::
This test will prove how your body has
reacted to the area around you:::He takes his
stance and focuses,
DravenV004: he raises his right fist, taps the
stone once, and then smashes right thru it
with full force::
Darius1 Weslynes: ::darius takes a few
steps towards the target remembering
his capuato and weight momentium
training knowing it would take more
effort for him raving into a flying spin
kick directing momentium to the balls
of his feet:
Darius1 Weslynes: and planting his
weight squarel at the weakest point of
the stone now stoping directly on top of
the pillar as teh rockcrunbles under
him:
DravenV004: :::he nods his head in approval,
he walks over to the pile of rockthat was his
stone, and picks up the piece of ore that was
inside. \\\
Darius1 Weslynes: ::following blades lead
he does the same: holding it up when
he finds it:
DravenV004: Next comes the test of fire and
will ::two pillars of fire raise up and brun
brightly and seering hot. The heat is so
intense it would make most men fall::
Darius1 Weslynes: ::stands firnm though
the sulferous mist fills his lungs:
DravenV004: ::Blade thrust his hand into the
fire, holding it there until he can feel the flesh
start to burn, he holds his hand inside until
the other half of the metal ore appears, he
grabs it and pulls his hand out of the fire, the
flames
DravenV004: make the experience feel like an
enternity
Darius1 Weslynes: ::darius takes a few
steps forward to the next pillar after
warblade demonstrates the techneque
thinking his way thru it he rips off a
section of his security uniform
wrapping his left hand in the flame
retardent material and plungs
DravenV004: ::the flame pushes his hand out
of the pillar turning a dark blackLL
DravenV004: ::then it sucks his hand back in,
burning the uniform off of his hand, changing
back to a normal color::
DravenV004: Sorry Darius though u do get
credit for smart thinking
Darius1 Weslynes: "hmm no way around
that one i guess: clinching his teeth
down in bitterness as the fire cuts thru
him sharply:
DravenV004: :;Warblade smiles, hoping that
Darius gets the point, its not a physical flame
but rather a mystic one that tests his will not
his body:
Darius1 Weslynes: :wrapping his now
bare hand around the orechunk and
pulling the second one free as soon as
his hand was free he emediatly wraps
it wit h more slices of uniform
suppressing the brunt of the burning:
DravenV004: :: He walks over to Darius, taps
his hand with the ore and then shows him his
hand, revealing no burn marks::
Darius1 Weslynes: " may not be a real
flame but it still burns at the will" ;smiles
at blade a little unwrapping his hands:
"given time i could run in this
tournament with you :
DravenV004: The test of fire and will is not a
physical, but a mental one as well as a test of
your will power. Its a mystic flame that burns
in these pillars,
DravenV004: the real ones would open your
mind up to our ways faster and much more
clearer then studying our books Darius
Darius1 Weslynes: very very intresting a
test of menta lstrength and
determination :nods listening: there is
much to be said for the hands on
methods
DravenV004: Tis very true, now if you are
ready, the third and final test is at hand, You
must now battle yourself
DravenV004: Place the two pieces of metal
ore on the altar, then lay your hands on it,
the altar will split you in two for your final
test
Darius1 Weslynes: myself? :not quite sure
he follows: wouldn't that almost result in
a stalemate I mean ifi knew myself?
DravenV004: Ah my friend now you are
learning
DravenV004: does anyone truly know
theirself
Darius1 Weslynes: hmm well that would
be a question betazeds spend yeaars
knowing themselves before they can
read another: placing the two ore
pieces on the alter and feeling trhe
division start taking place:
DravenV004: ::Warblade lights the last torch
on the altar:: Once this torch burns out the
test will be over, begin::
DravenV004: :;strikesthe gong 3 timesLL
Darius1 Weslynes: ::the both of us
immedietly break left and right
mirrored talking in double about all the
pains and misfortunes of our lives
echoed the remorse and ill of our
negitive decisions the opposite one
countering the words reflecting the p
Darius1 Weslynes: positives seemingly
arguing with myself as we draw in
reverse striking for the areas we know
best:
DravenV004: ::Looks on at the battle as he
thinks, how will this turn out and is he truly
worthy to become an honorary member of
Clan Aybara
Darius1 Weslynes: ::being a betazed as
usual Darius starts reading his
opponents mind being his own hes
simply studying himself wrestling and
grappling for better footing and more
room tying up with himself tossing
eachother about :
DravenV004: ::contiinue to watch the battle::
Darius1 Weslynes: :;we both score a
direct hit across the opposing
shoulders slashing thru what was left of
the uniforms sleeves swearing at
eachother in betazed tongue tossing
eachother around a litle more before
locking up again
Darius1 Weslynes: and talking it thru
Darius1 Weslynes: (9sorry also trying to
cook))
Darius1 Weslynes: ::::finally talking
rationially with myself about what we
are really fighting could it be change or
could it be the same old grind we are
fighting talking and reasoning as we
fight:
Darius1 Weslynes: ""your people surely
couldn;t intend for me to kill a protion of
myself":said as the sword breaks down
over his shoulder tossing himself
forward into a toss:
DravenV004: ::looks on with interest::
DravenV004: :: the torch burns out:; The test
is over, you have passed, but it was not
about killing yourself or beating yourself, its
more about understanding yourself and
coming to grips with your past present and
future
DravenV004: places your hands on the altar,
and close your eyes
Darius1 Weslynes: :;as his duplicate
vanished he smiles: perhaps there wer
esomethings i needed to fight out with
myself before i could handle them in
the future I was sure that was the nature
of the exercise after all i'm a lover not a
fighter: wipi
Darius1 Weslynes: ng away the fresh
blood splatters before closing my eyes:
DravenV004: :when you open your eyes, u
see yourself sitting in a meditative position
with a newly forged blade in your hands::
Darius1 Weslynes: ::looking down at the
blade with a grin: and this is how your
young men create thier firstw
weapons? from elements of thier
selves?;examining the weapon
noticing its perfect balance and
harmonics:
DravenV004: something like that, the test
allows for you to come to grips with your
inner demons and questions, but while you
do this, your body and your spirit forge your
blade that you carry throughout life
DravenV004: And sometimes if the flame on
the torch turns blue before it burns out, you
have been chosen by the gods to carry the
history of your clan on your body ::takes off
his shirt and show his back to Darius:;
Darius1 Weslynes: :;handling the piece
gently standing from the meditative
position: and each one is diffrent
based on the weilders needs and
structure designed for him alone
:glancing at the weapon warblade
carried and the diffrences:
Darius1 Weslynes: "now looking up and
down warblades back: intresting thus
you become a lifving chronicile no
need for written history then
DravenV004: there is always a need for
written history, but the clans choose whether
or not to follow this tradition, since my clan
started it, we continue it
DravenV004: We are the ruling clan of our
people
DravenV004: but I believe our time here is
done, soon Darius you will take this trial for
real
DravenV004: if you want to
DravenV004: ::wipes the sweat from his
foreheadLL
Darius1 Weslynes: :;smiles a little wiping
away the blood: if you would have me
envolved in this trial it would be my
pleasure: still breathing heavly but
more natural now:
DravenV004: I would be honored to sponsor
you for the trials, you will be the first
outsider to participate
Darius1 Weslynes: "then it would be an
honor and a pleasure to stand both for
house weslynesand in your clans name
as well"
DravenV004: I am Warblade Aybara, first
prime of Clan Aybara
Darius1 Weslynes: Aybara a name i'll not
soon forget after all warblade its
difficult to forget someone you've bled
with: a sly smile crosses his face:
DravenV004: that it is
Darius1 Weslynes: Darius Weslynes
:smirks: well at least thats my name
now
Darius1 Weslynes: bondmate and
husband of general Weslynes
martiarch of the twelth house of
betazed
DravenV004: excellent, its one of the few
planets I havent been to yet
DravenV004: its time to end this session and
get cleaned up
Darius1 Weslynes: oh but of course : still
holding the newly forged weapon : if
you'll do the honors?
DravenV004: unfortunately, the blade will
disappear when we leave the holodeck
DravenV004: however the memory will not,
for the trial itself, you will be using my first
blade, u will find it to be a nice fit
Darius1 Weslynes: :;smiles a little: of
course your blades seem to come
alive in a mans hands better than my
issue combat dagger
DravenV004: its because we make ours by
hand, not a machine
DravenV004: its time to depart, my friend
DravenV004: Computer end program
Darius1 Weslynes: ::of course thank you
for the workout in both the moind body
and soul your help was appreciated :as
the simulation ends and the room
fades away to grid work:
DravenV004: your welcome Darius, it
generally is refreshing
DravenV004: u should see the other exercises
we have
DravenV004: For now I suggest you meditate
for the rest of the evening my friend, it will
help you sort everything out that u just
experienced
Darius1 Weslynes: ense than this that
would be fascinating :looking down at
the jagged z in his chest; i'll be sure to
bring body armor but meditation and
clearing my head would be ideal:
computer archway and exit
DravenV004: the wound will go away, ::hands
him a bottle:: use this
Darius1 Weslynes: :;taskes the ointment
witha grin looking it over:

[vraxlis]

::Walks into the empty holosuite, looking at the gridwork, and wondering if he could acutally work on his project here, and see what he was doing, or if he would need to devote a work bench to it. What he planned on working on was a very delecate, yet interesting piece of work.::

Comuterrrr, image and rrresssize mollllecullle Vrrrraxllllissss Gama one.

::A complex molecule forms three feet off the floor in the center of the room.::

Computerrr, enlllarrrge image two hundrrrred perrrcent.

::The image increases in size, so that individual atoms can be seen, and electron clouds.::

Computerrr, enllllarrrge image frrrrom thisss ssssize fourrr hundrrred perrrcent.

::The image increases in size, so the individual atoms can be seen to contain baseball-sized protons and neutrons.::

::Smiling, a little in the dimmed room, the lights having lowered as the image size in creased, he removes his glasses, and places them in a breast pocket of his robe. Then tenderly, almost reverently, he walks through the room-filling image, and looks closely at how each atom is joined.

::For those knowledgeable, it would be recognized as a twenty atom molecule of trilithium, but for others, it would just be seen as a collection of atoms.

::Looking closely, he once more steps back out of the image::

Computerrr, ssshow and sssimulllate mollleculllarrr bondsss between atomsss at the elllectrrron, and quarrrk llllevelllssss.

::The room brightens a little as a haze surrounds each atom, and then moves to join with another, showing the molecular bonds, and delicate crystaline threads start to appear representing the quark level bonds.::

::Walking around the image, looking at it from all angles, he smiles to himself once again::

Computerrr, rrreflllect changesss made in lllive mode.

::He reaches out with his mind, and starts manipulating the individual atoms, working on the microcosmic scale to remove the electrons from the sample. The image reflects the changes, but the atoms start drifting apart.::

No, that won't worrrk. Computerrrr rrrressset ssssimulllation.

::The image blanks, then reinitiates at the origonal configuration, the sample is recycled, and reformed.::

Beforrrre I ssstarrrt manipulllating thisss one, Computerrr, sssimullllate rrrremovallll of alllterrrrnating prrrotonsss and elllectronsss.

::The image once more changes, as some of the electrons are drawn off, and some of the protons. Not in a realistic manner, they just detach from the atomic nuclei, and float over to one side, where the electrons once more envelop them. The molecule remains stable, and the remaining nuclei draw closer together as the polarization takes effect. The cloud of electrons remaining thins into bands, following difinitive patterns, instead of the ambiguous cloud of a metalic alloy bond.::

That willlll not worrrk eitherrrr. I don't want a molllleculllarrrr bond to forrrrm.

::Absently watching the image rotate slightly, he ducks his head, the cowl blocking the periferal sight of the rapidly dispursing "electrons", he drops into thought. ::

Computerrrr, rrressstarrrt ssssimullllation. ::Mutters to him self.:: I wonderrrr if thisss willlll worrrk.

::The image once more blanks, and reforms, and he looks up, pulling out his glasses and putting them on. Moving to one side of the room::

Computerrr, sssimulllate phassserrrr bombarrrrdment of type twellllve phasssersss on the sssamplllle. Time llllapsss at one hallllf, ssshow elllectrrron disssburrrrssssment, and atomic brrrreak up.

::The room flashes to a bright amber as the phaser beam simulatin erupts targeting the mass. As it lances through, the time seems to slow down, and the vibrations in the sample can be seen to accelerate, shaking the individual components apart. Temporarily ionized at the quark level, the neutrons start to recoalece, and the now highly ionized protons and electrons form ionic hydrogen. Some of the electrons managing to escape completely, and bounce around the room.::

Computerrrrr, end ssssimulllation.

::Still deep in thought from what he had just witnessed, he retrieves his sample, and turns to leave the holodeck.::

Computerrr, ssssave sssimullllation, and ssssend to my quarrrterrrrssss.

::He walks out.::

[connermacflayn]

Walking to the Holosuite he tapped in the program he wanted.He saw the lights flash then go dim and the doors opened.

In front of him was the Highlands of Scotland.From the snow covered mountain he was on he could see the entire Loch he grew up by.

In fact his small Village was there as well.From here he could not make out any people.He really did not want to anyway they were not real and it would just make him home sick.Instead he just enjoyed the view as the cold air swept across his face.

[Captain Shran]

As the star lines of the viewscreen stilled to pinprick dots of light the Vulcan commander, pressed a button on her console. "Captain, we have reached Galorndorn Core."

"Understood, I’m on my way," responds the disembodied voice.

"Ensign, what is the status of the fleet?"

The attractive communications officer presses a finger to her ear as if listening to something. "Sir, all ships have arrived, but the Hale is reporting a fluxuation in her warp core."

A tall shorthaired man wearing the rank of captain steps onto the bridge as the ensign finishes her report. "Hoshi, tell the Hale to head back to Earth. We can’t risk losing another ship to warp core stress." Captain Jonathon Archer takes his seat in the command chair of the Enterprise.

Shran turns slightly to stare back at the holographic representation of the Federation’s founding father, his antennae rising in a gesture of happiness. He takes a moment to look down at his own jumpsuit uniform worn by all United Earth crews.

"Earth is foolish to be using such quickly designed and manufactured ships," says the Vulcan woman. "It is both dangerous and illogical."

"Its necessity, Commander," responds the human armory officer in his clipped odd dialect. "The Romulans have us outnumbered, and at a severe technological disadvantage. NX class ships take too long to manufacture and Earth must be able to make as many ships as we can to try and at least hold the line."

The captain holds up his hand as if to belay any further arguments. "We came here because we have a job to do. Ensign, take us closer to the planet," says Archer as he looks at Shran.

"Aye, sir," responds the Andorian as he turns back to his console and begins maneuvering toward the planet.

"Hoshi, contact the fleet and tell them to follow us in, but to stay alert. The last intelligence reports put an unknown number of Romulan ships in the area."

"Aye, Captain."

Next the captain of the Enterprise presses a large button on the side of his command chair. "This is the Captain to all personnel. We are currently on route to Galorndorn Core. I know I don't have to tell you all what is at stake. This war has not been going well for us, but today, here and now, we may have a chance to change all that. You are the best crew in Starfleet, and I know you will not let us fail. Today is the day that humanity endures."

"Sir," says Shran working at the helm. "We are within visual range of the planet now."

"Put it on the screen, Ensign." The Andorian does so, and the viewscreen shows a large dark blue world brimming with electro-static discharge.

"There she is…" starts Archer,

"The Hale is taking disruptor fire," interrupts Commander T’Pol. "I am reading Romulan Birds-of-Prey decloaking all around us, five, six, eight, twelve, twenty-five. Captain I am reading forty-three Romulan vessels."

"That must be half their fleet," comments Lieutenant Reed.

"Receiving a distress call from the Hale," says the communications ensign. "They are taking heavy damage..."

"The USS Hale has been destroyed, sir," reports the Vulcan commander.

"We are receiving a hail from the Romulans, Captain, audio only."

"As usual." Archer stands from his seat. "Put it on, Hoshi... This is Captain Jonathon Archer of the USS Enterprise, and commander of the 2nd Earth Defense Fleet."

"Captain Archer, we meet again," comes the incorporeal voice. The words, calculated and slimy as if spoken by a deadly snake.

"Chu’lak."

"Precisely, Captain. You humans are so predictable. Allow a few ships to catch ghosted images of Romulan vessels and you send a third of your fleet to investigate. I am a fair man, Captain. We outnumber you nearly 3 to 1. Surrender your ships and your crews, and perhaps you may live through this day."

"I thought Romulans took no prisoners."

"For the great Captain Archer, I am willing to make an exception. Surrender or perish."

"Bridge to Lieutenant Shran."

Shran sighs, just when he was getting to the good part. "Computer pause program." All the action around him stops instantly. "Shran, here."

"Lieutenant, you are needed on the bridge."

"Understood, Shran out." The Andorian, dressed as an Earth ensign, stands from the Enterprise’s helm. "Computer save program, and exit." The ancient bridge and its crew vanish leaving only the silver walls of the holodeck. The Andorian walks quickly out of the room, the doors closing behind him with a whoosh.

[Major Clyde Greathouse]

Enters a Holosuit "WV2" he says soon he is on a hill side in a clearing surrounded by Blueberry bushes

He lays down and stairs up at the sky, as a cool Autumn breeze blows, closing his eyes he thinks back

"I bet I pick more Blueberries than you" he here's Jenny Jo in his mind say

As he remembers this time Just before he left for the academy "blueberries isn't what I want" he smiles as he remembers pulling her down to the ground and Kissing her

"Clyde I can't I'm 22 and your only" Jenny says but he cuts her off

"I am 16 but I am not a child" he says looking in her eyes "You feel nothing for me" he asks

"Of course I do Clyde God I love you but I' m 22 your 16" Jen says "We have to wait thats all" she says

"I would wait for eternity for you" he says he smiles at the memory she leans in and they kiss when she breaks the kiss

"Oh god what I have done" she cries he looks at her then notices it is dusk as she quickly fixes her self then gets up "God forgive me Clyde" she yells as she runs home

He opens his eyes and sighs "4 years Jen did I hurt you that bad that we would not see or talk to each other" he says to him self

Picking some blueberries he eats them "Women go figure" he says to him self as he eats some more blueberries