Star Trek: The New Adventures

Work Sucks

So, I've been trying to post up for both Emma and Nine, but work is kicking my butt.

Monday...hopefully Monday...
 
On the whole pet thing, I've had numerous different things over the years. Ranging from dogs, to guinea pigs, a newt, fish, cats, hermit crabs.

I had a few dogs growing up, my dad really taught me a lot about working with them, teaching them things and stuff, and I think that's what got me into dog training when I got into law enforcement.

The first dog I trained that I worked was one hell of a police dog. His name was Rocky, and he was a German Shepherd Dog that weighed a bit over 100 lbs. When he passed away, at 12 yrs. old, I didn't leave my house for a week. I cried every day. It was terrible.

My last one, Boxi, was another GSD that I picked up from an importer. This dog was a handful, and I knew right away that the only person qualified to handle him was me, someone who had experience. Some dogs aren't for new handlers because of their Alpha Drive. This was one, and he turned out to be an awesome working dog. One night on a traffic stop, a guy got out of a car and my back-up officer started to pat the guy down. The guy started fighting, tried to run, and then started fighting again. Boxi came in and bit the guy, took him down, and we were able to take him into custody. The dude had two handguns on him, both loaded and ready. He told us later that if it had not been for the dog, he would have killed us both. Boxi is retired now, and doesn't do much except get hair on my kangaroo rug by the fireplace.

Anyway, so that's what I do with dogs.

Cats...well....I don't think you can train those things.
 
On the whole pet thing, I've had numerous different things over the years. Ranging from dogs, to guinea pigs, a newt, fish, cats, hermit crabs.

I had a few dogs growing up, my dad really taught me a lot about working with them, teaching them things and stuff, and I think that's what got me into dog training when I got into law enforcement.

The first dog I trained that I worked was one hell of a police dog. His name was Rocky, and he was a German Shepherd Dog that weighed a bit over 100 lbs. When he passed away, at 12 yrs. old, I didn't leave my house for a week. I cried every day. It was terrible.

My last one, Boxi, was another GSD that I picked up from an importer. This dog was a handful, and I knew right away that the only person qualified to handle him was me, someone who had experience. Some dogs aren't for new handlers because of their Alpha Drive. This was one, and he turned out to be an awesome working dog. One night on a traffic stop, a guy got out of a car and my back-up officer started to pat the guy down. The guy started fighting, tried to run, and then started fighting again. Boxi came in and bit the guy, took him down, and we were able to take him into custody. The dude had two handguns on him, both loaded and ready. He told us later that if it had not been for the dog, he would have killed us both. Boxi is retired now, and doesn't do much except get hair on my kangaroo rug by the fireplace.

Anyway, so that's what I do with dogs.

Cats...well....I don't think you can train those things.

In Soviet Russia, cat trains you!

I have no more postable pictures of my cats, as I lack any sort of camera or the techspertise needed to transfer such pictures to a computer. One of my friends took that picture of Jack and took then forever to e-mail it to me.

Me personally, I have two fully-black cats (no white patches) of Siamese descent, and the privateer orangeness that is Captain Jack. But the apartment in which I presently live has an additional three cats: one more black one (big guy, pretty sure he's an ursine hybrid), a patchwork lass and a gorgeous blue-eyed Siamese kitten. So, six cats, one apartment, twenty-four paws of destruction.

I <3 Boxi forever for saving Amen's life.

Also, is that rug real kangaroo? O.O
 
In Soviet Russia, cat trains you!

I have no more postable pictures of my cats, as I lack any sort of camera or the techspertise needed to transfer such pictures to a computer. One of my friends took that picture of Jack and took then forever to e-mail it to me.

Me personally, I have two fully-black cats (no white patches) of Siamese descent, and the privateer orangeness that is Captain Jack. But the apartment in which I presently live has an additional three cats: one more black one (big guy, pretty sure he's an ursine hybrid), a patchwork lass and a gorgeous blue-eyed Siamese kitten. So, six cats, one apartment, twenty-four paws of destruction.

I <3 Boxi forever for saving Amen's life.

Also, is that rug real kangaroo? O.O


Yep, red kangaroo at that.
Not sure of its origin, other than the obvious, but a friend brought it to me from Down Under. Knowing her, she probably hit it with her car or something lol.
 
Yep, red kangaroo at that.
Not sure of its origin, other than the obvious, but a friend brought it to me from Down Under. Knowing her, she probably hit it with her car or something lol.

As adorable creatures as the big-footed marsupials are, I know they're considered pests Out Back. Rabbits, too, come to think, echoes of "Watership Down."

So it makes me sad that a kangaroo is dead.

But at the same time, it's kind of cool to me that you have something Australian in your house.
 
Hi everyone. I thought that I would join this little party of yours. I thought that I would try something different though.

Name: Lonak Rekas'ven
Age: Looks 40 earth years of age
Rank: Captain
Eye color: Dark brown
Hair color: Black
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155lbs
Species: Romulan

History: Lonak is dedicated to the Romulan way of life with every fibre of his being. Even when he was asked to join with the Federation to help fight the Dominion he knew that it would be in the best interest for the entire Romulan empire to do so. When he saw most of his fellow Romulans die in battle after battle against the Dominion he knew that this would not benefit anyone. His first thought was to leave the battlefield but he knew to do so would make him branded as a coward for the rest of his life.

He commanded his warbird on several missions that were deemed a success to the Romulan and Starfleet cause then told to come back to Romulus. Once there he was given the oppurtunity to rise in the ranks and become an admiral. He turned down the opportunity which stunned the council until he told them he would rather be out amongst the stars, fighting for their way of life. The council reluctantly agreed with him and gave him command of a new Valdore class warbird, one which he took gladly.
 
On the whole pet thing, I've had numerous different things over the years. Ranging from dogs, to guinea pigs, a newt, fish, cats, hermit crabs.

I had a few dogs growing up, my dad really taught me a lot about working with them, teaching them things and stuff, and I think that's what got me into dog training when I got into law enforcement.

The first dog I trained that I worked was one hell of a police dog. His name was Rocky, and he was a German Shepherd Dog that weighed a bit over 100 lbs. When he passed away, at 12 yrs. old, I didn't leave my house for a week. I cried every day. It was terrible.

My last one, Boxi, was another GSD that I picked up from an importer. This dog was a handful, and I knew right away that the only person qualified to handle him was me, someone who had experience. Some dogs aren't for new handlers because of their Alpha Drive. This was one, and he turned out to be an awesome working dog. One night on a traffic stop, a guy got out of a car and my back-up officer started to pat the guy down. The guy started fighting, tried to run, and then started fighting again. Boxi came in and bit the guy, took him down, and we were able to take him into custody. The dude had two handguns on him, both loaded and ready. He told us later that if it had not been for the dog, he would have killed us both. Boxi is retired now, and doesn't do much except get hair on my kangaroo rug by the fireplace.

Anyway, so that's what I do with dogs.

Cats...well....I don't think you can train those things.

You don't train cats, they train you. Trust me His cat is 18 years old and she is still working in training us girls. She's got Him and the kids trained, but she's still working in us human females.
 
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Name: Maria Hernandez
Race: Human.
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade.
Position: Junior Conning Officer.
Age: 19
Height: 5’ 0”.
Weight: 105
Eyes: brown
Hair: Brown
Skin tone: Olive

Maria Hernandez is the youngest daughter of a family of nine. Her Father and all of her five brothers joined Star Fleet, but Maria is the only of the two daughters of the Hernadez family to do so.

Her family lived happily in Mexico City, and they still have the family home there. Maria left Mexico City for the first time when she joined Star Fleet, and has only been back once before she posted to her first command, the Arizona.

Maria is a pure tomboy, lean and fit. She was never one for girlish past times, prefering sports to dancing. She has no fashion sense, so she sticks to her uniform unless pressed very hard.
 
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A few hours at the most. Once everyone gets to where I need them though, I'll be jumping ahead about 3 weeks so i can pick up three more players.
 
ok, you may get me too. if you remember that concept I ran by you I wouldn't really be into play until 3 or 4 days after the order was given since the Troopers would have to go out so far into the Rim
 
ok, you may get me too. if you remember that concept I ran by you I wouldn't really be into play until 3 or 4 days after the order was given since the Troopers would have to go out so far into the Rim

Not really, but you can PM it to me or IM me on AIM with it again.
 
aliciamachadosexygo4.jpg

Name: Maria Hernandez
Race: Human.
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade.
Position: Junior Conning Officer.
Age: 19
Height: 5’ 0”.
Weight: 105
Eyes: brown
Hair: Brown
Skin tone: Olive

Maria Hernandez is the youngest daughter of a family of nine. Her Father and all of her five brothers joined Star Fleet, but Maria is the only of the two daughters of the Hernadez family to do so.

Her family lived happily in Mexico City, and they still have the family home there. Maria left Mexico City for the first time when she joined Star Fleet, and has only been back once before she posted to her first command, the Arizona.

Maria is a pure tomboy, lean and fit. She was never one for girlish past times, prefering sports to dancing. She has no fashion sense, so she sticks to her uniform unless pressed very hard.


I don't remember discussing this character. Did I miss a PM?
 
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