Edgar took respite in finally being off-duty since Dr. Turek gave him cursory approval to return on an administrative level for the next forty-eight hours. The second round of treatments had gone well, and the Cardassian even encouraged him to get some exercise to work off some of the stress. Edgar had done just that, running along a random trail the computer generated for the running sphere. The floating heads-up-display indicated he had traveled just over eight miles when a few loud clangs forced the sphere to stop and open for the interruption. “Lt. Calvin?”

“Yes, what is it?” Edgar panted, grabbing for the towel that revealed itself behind a branch.

“The Doctor’s second form is about to finish generating its updated final holomatrix. Director Hansen requested your presence.” The crewman informed.

“No time to shower off I assume?”

“No, sir, not to my knowledge.”

“Hope they’re OK with hybrid stink then.” Edgar said, stepping out of the sphere. The replicator sat nearby to produce various gym equipment, but Ed wanted only one thing, “Water, 15 degrees Celsius, squeeze-bottle.”

After taking a long gulp of the water, Edgar realized the crewman was still standing there. “Was there something else?”

“N-no..sorry sir.” Edgar nodded to the crewman before leaving the fitness center. A quick jog down the corridor and soon he reached the holomatrix lab.

“Ah, Lt. Calvin, how nice of you to join us.” Annika commented. Edgar sensed a layer of sarcasm in her voice.

“My apologies for my smell and attire, I was informed I didn’t have time to clean up.” Edgar dismissed, stepping in-line with Ensigns Ishii and Solek. In front of the small group gathered stood a wired frame slowly taking a humanoid shape. The frame started filling in, making colors and textures as they completed. Finally the wave hit the neck and began constructing the face of the new and first holographic captain.

The face was young, yet jovial. There were no striking features, yet they all complimented each other opposed to having an argument as some features do on faces. This was until the eyes constructed. The eyes were normal, yet something in the programming gave them the sense of wisdom and maturity beyond the physical appearance age of the hologram. As the texturing finished a few soft wrinkles coincided along the eyes and muzzle, tempering the age of the eyes to have a face to match. As the last of the particles filtered to the tips of his scalp, it finished in a mess of some really great hair.

“Congratulations, Doctor, it’s a boy.” Edgar said holding a smile on his face.

“Um, yes, thank-you, Lieutenant.” The Doctor replied nervously. “The second Doctor…well, not a doctor, a Captain.”

Edgar chuckled lightly at the musings of the Doctor, clearly enthralled with what he had accomplished. “Shall we activate him?”

Reginald Barclay, surprisingly silent through the process, nodded at the controls and pressed a few buttons. Instantly, the hologram spoke a greeting, “Hello, I’m the Doctor.”

“That’s new.” Edgar commented.

“Ensign Ishii found the location of the startup speech and I updated it to be friendlier.” The Doctor commented.

“Is that something you'll be updating on yourself then?” Edgar asked. The Doctor simply shrugged uncertainty.

“Excuse me for speaking out of line but, won’t it get confusing with a veteran doctor called ‘the Doctor’ and a newly compiled captain called ‘the Doctor?’” Aron-Mu chimed in.

“He does have a point, even Will Riker’s transporter clone went by Tom to clear up confusion.” Reg commented, adding to the new topic.

“I haven’t even chosen a name for myself, how could I chose a name for a child?” the Doctor looked away for a moment, mumbling his thoughts.

Edgar couldn’t believe no one saw the solution but him, but it had to be suggested. “Why not call him ‘the Captain’ until he can choose his own name?”

The group of officers paused and stared back at Edgar for a moment, not sure how to take the idea. The new Doctor looked at him as well and, in his quirky manner, “That sounds like a great name! Let me try that again. Hello, I’m the Captain!”

I'm torn. On the one hand it seems kind of cruel to the turtle.

On the other hand, it's pretty frickin' funny.

:)

Reminder to please send in this weeks weight in. Try to get them in by Saturday noon pst.

Also the challenge for last week was "to exercise 3 times this week at least 30 minutes each. 5 points for each day for a total of 15 points."

Week 3 Try a new excercise this week. 5 points for each new exercise (7 exercise max 35 points total)

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I loved how Sookie blew Debbie's head off lol. How dare she beg for mercy after killing Tara! You go Sookie, wipe that face off her head!

And Adele Stackhouse done rose from the grave, that was really cool. And the ghostly encounter Arlene had with Rene was freaky.

I'm wondering who let Russel out of the concrete though, you know he's gonna be trouble next season, that tired old Queen lol.

Episode 381 - Deep Space Nine - "The Quickening" - 05/20/1996

http://www.allstepisodes.com/megvid.php?n=3424

Bashir tries to free the population of a Gamma Quadrant world of an engineered disease left by the Dominion 200 years ago.

Enjoy!

3 more edits for Sept.

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Congrats to everyone. I always wanted a Death Star for Christmas...never got one though. :-(

Did you send a Christmas list to Darth Santa?

Great news. Thanks for sharing! :)

Congrats to everyone. I always wanted a Death Star for Christmas...never got one though. :-(

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Just some of the statements "I don't want my money funding a this type of function" ....I mean what??

what do you expect from backwater, small-minded, sister-marrying bigots?

It is not like anyone can see your who you are romancing anyway from anything that has been seen thus far anyway.

Congrats all. I look forward to seeing you all in game.

Event was fun. After 2 hours I stopped the event and we will pick it up again at the next event.

Thanks to all those that attended!

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Hi Jason!

Was it this one?

http://www.ebay.com/itm/LEGO-10030-STAR-WARS-NEW-SEALED-IMPERIAL-STAR-DESTROYER-/230671008942?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item35b51044ae

It originally retailed for $299.99, and I always regret missing my chance to get it at that price :-(

Freaky that this is being posted now... I would say about a week and a half ago or so, A host on G4TV (a gamer/geek-centric channel on cable here in the US) just posted on his twitter feed that he bought one of these, and I quote "Let the fun begin" implying he was opening it to start piecing it together.

Congrats one and all!!!

“Doctor! It’s wonderful to see you working properly again.”

“Reg! Good to see you too, old friend.”

“How do you feel?”

“Hmm, if I had to describe it, I’d equate the feeling of having cobwebs in my ears.” The Doctor replied, still debating the answer.

The Doctor turned to see Annika standing quietly, smirking. “Annika, is everything all right?”

“It is now, Doctor. Are you up to the task of extracting the ECH subroutines?”

“I think I’m as ready as I’m going to be. Reg, fire up that script again. Let’s see if we can finish this project, shall we?”

“Right away Doctor. I just need to recompile the extraction sequence.” Mr. Barclay chirped before activating the sequence, now recompiled and ready to execute.
Ensign Aron-Mu Ishii entered the holomatrix lab during the process, watching silently from behind Annika Hansen. Gradually a new holomatrix formed next to the Doctor’s. It had the same Starfleet uniform, the same height, same face, and—

“Please state the nature of the medical emergency.”

—the same voice and startup sequence.

“Hmm that wasn’t supposed to compile over.”

“Did you remove the emergency response references from the initial startup process?” Aron asked.

“Emergency response references?”

“Yes, it’s something I found while studying the original design matrix. Not yours, of course, Doctor, Dr. Zimmerman's. I would need a year to understand the complexities of a program expanding its own parameters and decoding that language and style.”

Reginald Barclay looked confused as ever. “Please show me where these references are.”

“Yes, Sir. Theres about seven right here, another five one hundred lines down, and one line references scattered through this file that gets called here. Quite easy to spot once I learned Zimmerman’s style.”

“G-good work, Ensign.” After the references removed, Reg recompiled the code. The uniform was finally Red, and there was no request for parameters upon activation. “Well, Doctor, it seems your programming has become its own version now. Would you like to create his appearance and give it a name?”

“Yes Reg, among other things, I would.”

——

Solek stepped into the mess hall to see Lt. Calvin sitting alone among his officers. Aside from a tray of half-eaten food, three PADDs filled the table with Edgar looking intently between them. “Do you mind if I join you, Sir?”

“We’re alone, Sol.”

“Actually, Sir, we are not. You’re sitting in the mess hall with a number of crewmen around you. It is intriguing that you would be sitting alone at this time.” Solek commented.

Solek locked eyes with Edgar when he finally looked up, but his superior sighed and looked away quickly. “You contradicted yourself. Take a seat.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I’m beginning to think you just like saying that.” Solek barely heard Edgar mumble. “Not like it’ll matter after today.”

“I’m not sure what you mean?” Solek asked, glancing over the last traces of the abuse Edgar had endured.

Again, locked eyes. Solek could see fear and defeat behind them. “Because after Hansen’s report it’s doubtful I’ll see the inside of a starship after I’m taken back to Earth in the brig of the Columbine or the Exobyte. Quinn gave me specific orders not to touch any code and not even out of the first assignment I cocked it up and nearly corrupted a highly valued Starfleet veteran in the process.”

“Will this be the approach every time you face problems while in command?”

“What?”

“This defeatist attitude. You did this same pouting routine on the Pandora. I’m trying to determine if it’s habitual.”

“You’re out of line, Ensign.” Solek expected the resistance, but this implied Edgar had completely cloistered himself.

“As a friend, as a…mate, I’m telling you this, not as your subordinate. Captains and commanders make mistakes. If you want to earn that chair you have to start acting like it.”

“We’re done here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Solek jabbed as he stood and walked out, showing his frustration willfully.

Edgar was furious. He couldn’t believe that his closest and most valued friend would attack him like this. He gathered his PADDs and threw the tray in the replicator. A few meters down the hall, Edgar turned and stopped into an unoccupied room with a console. “Computer activate subspace network connection, authorization Calvin seven-two-Theta-Foxtrot.”

“Command authorization accepted.”

“Contact Admiral Quinn, Earth spacedock.” The computer chirped again a compliance. Within moments, the admiral’s face was on the viewscreen.

“You must be in some pretty deep shit if you’re calling me first.” Quinn’s tone suggested he already read Hansen’s report, and that the conversation had few options to go outside of downhill.

“No, Sir, I simply decided it’d be faster if I just confessed and you threw me in the brig early.”

“I don’t know if it’s a Romulan tradition or some other reason your mother decided to give you a pair of brass ones but that stunt in the holomatrix lab is your official strike two.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How are you recovering?”

“Ribs are still sore, can’t focus on one object for very long without getting a headache, but Dr. Turek told me I had to rest from treatments before he could continue.”

“I’d wager part of that is his own brand of torture you’ve earned.”

“Yes, sir.” Edgar said, slowly letting the attacks get under his skin.

“How’s the rest of your crew?”

“Reports from the senior officers indicate on a whole they’re fine. We did lose a few that were on the station during the attack, however. Most of them are a bit confused about what exactly happened, but I have a team piecing together the events to get a proper timeline.”

“I expect to see that report in my inbox no later than week’s end.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Edgar, I tell you this from mentor to protege: get your act together. I remember a young cadet full of vigor and ideas and a cool brow under pressure but, all I have seen out of you is a liability. Find out what happened to him and get him back here.”
Quinn disconnected the feed abruptly leaving Edgar in the small room alone. With only his thoughts and comments from both Solek and Quinn, the once irritating testimony of Lt. Matoya now held weight behind the words.

“Computer, compile PADDs two and three into a compression file and encrypt for Starfleet Intelligence, use level seven passkey algorithms.” The classic chirp of compliance barely reverberated in the walls. “Send PADD one to Lieutenant Matoya with the encrypted file attached. Encrypt message: priority one: Eyes Only.”

Just some of the statements "I don't want my money funding a this type of function" ....I mean what??

After the 19th of last month when the original statement of no sgra's (no explanation), there was a new thread every day for 2 weeks. BW would make new threads as soon as post count hit 1000. It was/is a prolific subject.

Have any of you read the thread...er threads as they maxed out the first one and the second one is already at 61 (as of this post)? I hope to god that some of these people don't procreate I can't imagine stupidity is a genetic code we want developed....

Congrats to one and all. Looking forward to reconnecting with you folks in SWTOR!